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Addams Family Steddie AU Part 2

Part two of the Addams Family Steddie AU from this post! Anyway, here are five times Eddie gave Steve a gift plus one particularly special gift Steve gave him in return

I'll be honest, this one really got away from me LMAO

Also, @xjessicafaithx asked to be tagged if there was a part two so here ya go! I have a few more ideas for this AU so there might be more parts later too lol

One~

Steve is idly flipping through the mail he just pulled out of the mailbox, delaying his return to the house where Dustin is currently screaming about dice rolls over a Discord call, when he feels someone staring at him. His shoulders tense, and his grip on a junk letter creases the envelope as he looks up.

Crouching on the walkway leading up to a pitch-black house, elbows resting on his knees and a covered plate in his hands, is Eddie Munson. He's staring straight at Steve, eyes practically boring through him. When he realizes Steve has noticed him, Eddie perks up and balances the plate in one hand so he can wave with the other.

Steve hesitates before flashing an unsure smile and waving back. He thinks of the recently-washed plate that held the arsenic and chocolate chip cookies currently in his kitchen, waiting to be returned. Maybe he can return it now?

While he's thinking, Eddie has apparently taken the wave as permission to pop to his feet and walk over. And, well, he isn't wrong. It's not like Steve immediately started walking away after waving; he just kept standing there, locked in place by neighborly social conventions and Eddie's intense gaze.

"Good morning, Stevie," Eddie says, flashing that too-sharp grin at Steve as he leans on the mailbox. "You're looking particularly ravishing today."

"Ravishing?"

Eddie slowly looks him up and down, his eyes dragging along Steve's figure before finally letting their gazes meet once more. "Good enough to eat, really," Eddie replies, leaning in a little closer and making Steve's heart race with something that could be fear but is more likely embarrassment. Not that he wants to admit that. So, fear it is.

Steve laughs awkwardly and leans back, looking away and blaming the heat in his cheeks on the sun. "Uh, thanks. You, uh, look nice too," he says, glancing back at Eddie to take in the ripped jeans and short-sleeved black button-down (is that silk? It looks like silk) and chunky rings shaped like bats and skulls and coffins and wow, Eddie's fingers are kind of long.

Thankfully, Steve is saved from his mind wandering too far by Eddie shoving the covered plate into his hands. It's a familiar motion, and Steve almost laughs at it. "Thanks, sweetheart," Eddie says, letting his fingers brush across the back of Steve's hands before pulling away. "Anyway, Wayne baked more last night before communing with some spirits. He made too many eye of newt brownies, and I thought you'd enjoy them."

Steve blinks, looking down at the plate in his hands. "Eye of newt?" he asks, curiously lifting the tin foil to see perfectly normal-looking brownies inside.

"Yeah, they're to die for," Eddie says, his grin widening as he pushes off the mailbox and leaves Steve with a plate of brownies and a confusing feeling in his chest.

Two~

"She likes meatballs."

Steve blinks, staring at the concerningly large Venus Fly Trap in El's hands. Behind her, Eddie is smirking at him, holding his sister's shoulders and giving Steve an expectant look as El holds the flower pot out to him. The pot itself is also concerningly large for how she's holding it, and Steve can't stop himself from quickly taking the pot so she doesn't strain her back any more than she already has.

He grunts at the sudden weight when she lets go but doesn't drop the pot. Instead, he carefully and gently places it on the ground, silently letting out a breath of relief as the plant sways slightly in the pot, brushing against his hip.

The two had caught Steve when he was getting out of his car, his entire body already feeling heavy from work. His plan had been to go inside, do his best to not fall asleep standing in the shower, make Dustin dinner, and then pass out in bed until his alarm woke him again in the morning.

But instead, El had run over to him the moment he got out of his car, cheeks slightly flushed with excitement as she offered him the plant. Eddie had leisurely followed her over, amusement clear on his face as he watched Steve's brain struggle to catch up.

"Doesn't she eat flies?" Steve asks, looking down at the plant. For some reason, he feels like it's staring back at him.

El shakes her head. "Flies are not big enough. You should feed her one pound of meatballs on Wednesday and Sunday."

Cool. Great. Perfectly normal. It's not like Steve has had a Venus Fly Trap before, so he can't contest that. "Why are you giving her to me?" he asks, tearing his eyes away from the plant to look at El.

"Aunt Morticia took cuttings of her Cleopatra and sent us a few," El says, her tone implying that should be more than enough explanation.

Steve's expression, however, surely says differently. Thankfully, Eddie picks up on it and leans forward over El. "She'll make a great guard plant for you and Dustin, Stevie. Plus, she's almost as good a listener as I am," he explains, playfully wiggling his eyebrows at Steve.

"Oh," Steve says, pointedly ignoring the second part of that explanation. "Does she have a name yet?"

"Nix," El tells him.

"Nix?"

"Yeah. Stevie," Eddie says, pointing at him before pointing to the plant and saying, "Nix. Because you said you like Fleetwood Mac."

Yeah, Steve did say that, but it was in passing, and he didn't think Eddie had actually heard him say it or paid any attention. It was said to Dustin while they were walking to the car, and Eddie had just happened to be sitting on his porch at the time.

But he did pay attention. And now he and El have given Steve and Dustin a plant whose name is a reference to Fleetwood Mac. Steve can't help a smile, suddenly feeling a lot lighter than just ten minutes ago. "Thanks, I know Dustin will love her, too," he says, feeling blinded by the tiny smile from El and the full-on grin from Eddie.

Three~

Nix likes to get sun, but she doesn't like being in the sun for too long. She also doesn't like staying still in the sun; she prefers to be moved around constantly, never staying in one spot for more than a minute if she's particularly patient. She also prefers to go on a sun walk right after eating her pound of meatballs.

These are things Steve learns over the course of three weeks through trial and error that often resulted in Nix snapping shut around his arm whenever he didn't immediately do as she liked. Steve had never heard of a plant having a personality before (especially not such a temperamental one), but he's come to find it endearing. Plus, carrying Nix around the yard does make for an effective workout.

So, on a very hot Sunday at the very end of June, Steve is carrying Nix around his backyard. Her pot is in his arms, sweat is dripping down his back, and Nix is helpfully trying to shade his head from the sun using her...head? Steve actually isn't sure what to call the top part of her. Is it a mouth?

"It's called a lobe."

Steve jumps, his grip on Nix's pot tightening as he whips his head around and sees Eddie crouching on the fence dividing their yards. He isn't even sure how Eddie manages it, considering how narrow the fence is, but he's also stopped trying to figure it out.

"What is?" he asks.

Eddie hops down, walking over to Steve and carefully taking Nix out of his hands. He continues walking around the backyard, and Steve doesn't even question following him. "This," Eddie says, pointing to the top of Nix's head. "This is called a lobe."

"How'd you..."

"You had a curious expression and were looking at Nix."

"You know my curious expression?"

Eddie looks over at Steve, a smile pulling at his lips and his eyes softening some, and Steve suddenly feels like he's drowning in the ocean and floating among the clouds. "I know all your expressions, Stevie," Eddie tells him.

Steve feels seen and terrified and...and utterly under whatever spell Eddie has spent the past few months carefully casting. He doesn't say anything about it, though. Instead, he rather dumbly says, "Oh."

The smile widens, and Steve finds himself wondering not for the first time what it would feel like to run his tongue over Eddie's too-sharp canines. "By the way, I got something for you, Stevie."

Steve blinks, watching as Eddie easily cradles Nix's pot in one arm and reaches into his back pocket. For a brief moment, Steve thinks he's going to pull out his dagger again. Last time, he'd placed it in Steve's hand and very seriously told him, "If you ever see me on the verge of death, take this dagger and stab it through my heart. I'd rather die by your hand than whatever else got to me first." He'd then showed Steve where he kept it, his smile bright despite his words leaving Steve speechless.

Eddie does not, in fact, pull out a dagger. He pulls out a tiny, leatherbound journal. The journal is black like everything else the Munson family owns, and a heart is carefully painted onto the cover with two skulls looking outwards and meeting at the jaws to create the heart's point.

Steve slowly takes the journal, the cover feeling soft under his thumb, and he looks up at Eddie. His confusion is made even stronger when he sees his bashful expression. Eddie uses his free hand to tug on a lock of his hair, habitually hiding his mouth behind it. "I, uh, write music, you know," he says, waiting for Steve to nod once before rushing out in one breath, "I wrote songs for you."

When the words actually register, Steve's eyes widen, and he cracks the journal open to a random page. Eddie's familiar scratchy handwriting crosses the paper. Steve can only just see a line about the arrows of fate and burning stars before Eddie's hand covers the page. "Maybe, uh, maybe read them later."

Steve easily agrees, and Eddie quickly changes the subject. After finishing Nix's walk around the garden, Eddie helps Steve return her to her room and returns himself to his own home. Steve watches Eddie through the window, waiting for him to go inside before opening the journal once more and finding the page Eddie had covered.

i'll throw myself before the arrows of your fate// take all your misfortune as the gift it is// piercing my ribs as you burn brighter than stars// unhindered by the despair i have stolen for myself

Four~

Eddie's hand is warm in Steve's as he leads him up the stairs of the Munson home. The halls are dimly lit by old lanterns whose flames make shadows dance across the walls, and Steve finds them more romantic than creepy. When they reach the attic, Eddie stops at the door. "Okay, some of them don't look like normal bats," he says, turning to look at Steve.

"Are you giving me one of the normal ones?"

Eddie nods once. "Yeah, the demobats are too unpredictable, and the hivemind doesn't help. You wanted one bat, not a swarm."

Steve hums softly, leaning closer and placing his free hand on Eddie's chest, right over his heart. "I would accept a swarm if you gave it to me, babe," he says, smiling reassuringly at Eddie.

His words are rewarded with an arm around his waist, holding him closer like Eddie wants to pull Steve under his skin and hold him in the spaces between his bones. "But I wouldn't get nearly as much attention then, Stevie," he replies, punctuating each word with tiny pecks that begin at his forehead, follow the bridge of his nose, and end on his lips in a lingering kiss.

Steve almost loses himself in it, but he'd rather not get carried away where Wayne or El could catch them. So he begrudgingly pulls away, playfully reaching up and tugging one of Eddie's locks when he pouts. "You know you're dearer to me than all the bats in the world, Eddie. Now, which bat is mine?"

Eddie's pout immediately becomes a grin, and he opens the attic door. It's dark as night in the room, the only lights coming from red eyes staring at them from the ceiling. Eddie keeps his arm around Steve's waist, keeping him close as he shortly whistles three times. A screech sounds from the ceiling, followed by the flapping of wings and a bat flying out to land on Eddie's outstretched arm.

With his foot, Eddie shuts the door as he holds the bat in front of Steve so he can get a better look. The bat is small, no more than three inches, and its nose looks vaguely like an upside-down heart. It tilts its head, studying Steve in return as it shifts on Eddie's hand. "Isn't she cute?" Eddie asks.

Steve smiles and holds his hand out to the bat, a few seconds passing before she moves from Eddie to him. "Yeah, she's really cute," he says as she surveys her new spot. She shifts a few times before pushing off Steve's hand and flying to his shoulder. She settles close to his neck, a warm softness against his skin partially hidden by his hair. And then she chirps, sounding like the squeaking of sneakers on a gym floor.

"She's an African heart-nosed bat," Eddie explains, starting to pull Steve down the stairs again. "They're very territorial, and they mark their territory by singing."

"Is that what she's doing?" Steve asks, raising his free hand to gently brush a finger against her head. She humors the touch for a few seconds before gently nipping his finger, not breaking the skin but clearly getting across that he shouldn't touch her anymore.

"Yep," Eddie says, grinning at Steve. "So, what are you gonna name her?"

Five ~

Hulyet buries herself in Steve's hair as he stares at the floor-length black dress Eddie holds up. She apparently picks up on Steve's confusion and slight concern, decides something is invading their territory, and begins singing aggressively in Eddie's direction.

The sudden squeaks and chirps break Steve out of his confusion, and he can't help a laugh. He reaches up, gently stroking her back to reassure her that everything is fine, and asks Eddie, "What's with the dress?"

"All Hallow's Eve is approaching," Eddie says, "I thought we could go as Dracula and his bride."

"Am I the bride?"

Eddie pauses, looking at the dress for a moment before looking back at Steve. "I haven't figured that out yet," he admits. "If you don't want to be the bride, I don't mind it."

Steve blinks, suddenly realizing this is Eddie trying to plan a couple's costume for Halloween. A familiar warmth floods through him, and he can't help smiling. He studies the dress, coming to the conclusion that he doesn't mind wearing it. For Eddie, of course.

Well, actually, he also thinks it looks hot.

"Okay. Let me try it on," he says, holding out his hands. Eddie lights up, handing over the dress and looking at Steve expectantly.

Well, there goes changing in the bathroom. Steve sighs, feels relieved he wore briefs, and strips down. Hulyet grips tighter to his hair as he moves, chirping once in indignation before settling once more as Steve wiggles his way into the dress.

It's tight, but not overly so. The material hugs curves Steve didn't even know he had, and the neckline plunges between his pecs and stretches into off-shoulder sleeves. The very bottom of the dress flares outward in a spiderweb pattern formed by lace. He takes a few experimental steps, relieved to find his movement isn't too restricted by the dress and fascinated to discover the spiderweb at the bottom stays perfectly spread out.

"How's it look?" Steve asks, turning to Eddie only to find that he'd moved right behind him at some point. He startles, taking a step back and getting his foot caught on the back of the dress. Before he can hit the floor, though, Eddie catches him, arms around his waist and holding him in a dip.

Steve's heart is pounding against his ribs, his breath short as he tightly grips Eddie's jacket collar and tries to ignore Hulyet painfully yanking on his hair. Eddie grins at him and says, "You look enchanting, Stevie. I would have fallen on my knees to worship you if you didn't beat me to the falling part."

Steve snorts and relaxes his grip, sliding his arms around Eddie's neck instead. "How long are you planning to hold me like this?" he asks.

"I could hold you as the world burns to ash around us. Even after we die and have decomposed, our skeletons will still be wrapped around each other, forever locked together."

From anyone else, Steve thinks he would worry about being murdered. But from Eddie, Steve just thinks it's one of the most romantic things he's ever heard, right alongside everything else Eddie has ever said to him. "That sounds perfect," he says, happily smiling into the kiss Eddie gives him.

Plus One~

"Fucking hell, Steve, stop bothering me about this!"

Steve frowns at Dustin, slouching on the couch as he anxiously turns a velvet box over in his hands. Dustin is laid out on the floor with a bowl of cheese puffs, his head resting on Dart's back as the demodog naps. "You're such a supportive brother," Steve says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Dustin scoffs and throws a cheese puff at Steve's head. "I was plenty supportive the first fifteen times! Just fucking give him the ring already," Dustin says, returning the stuck-out tongue that Steve sends him before looking down at his phone and typing something. "Dude, it's Eddie. You could give him a used soda can and he'd give it a fucking pedestal in his room."

Okay, yeah, Dustin has a point. That doesn't make Steve any less nervous, though. He forces himself to take a deep breath, pushing down his anxiety long enough to say, "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Literally, when have I ever been wrong, Steve?"

"Shut up."

Dustin flashes a grin just as Eddie's familiar rhythmic knock sounds against the door right before he opens the door. "By the way, I told Eddie to come over so you'd stop bothering me," Dustin tells him, his grin widening as Eddie saunters into the room.

"All right, gremlin," Eddie says, nudging Dustin with his foot, "get out."

As Dustin practically bolts from the room, Dart right on his heels, Steve decides he's going to make zucchini spaghetti for dinner so Dustin is forced to suffer through vegetables.

"So, whatcha got there, Stevie?" Eddie asks, perching on the couch next to Steve and looking pointedly at the box in his hands.

Well, there's no escaping it now.

Steve takes one more deep breath and opens the box. He pulls out the ring inside and presents it to Eddie. It's smaller than the rings he normally wears, but the sterling silver band is engraved with bat wings and an anatomical heart is carved into the garnet on top. A small, almost imperceptible clasp can be found just under the garnet. "I found it at an antique store with El and Max," Steve explains. He hesitates before carefully pushing the clasp to reveal a compartment just beneath the garnet. "It's one of those poison rings."

Eddie is uncharacteristically silent as he takes the ring, carefully shutting the compartment so he can turn it over in his hands. Once he's fully inspected the band and garnet, he pushes on the clasp and studies the size of the compartment. Finally, he slips the ring onto his left ring finger, his sharp canines coming into full view as he grins. "Yes, of course."

"Uh, yes what?"

"You're proposing, and I'm saying yes," Eddie explains, taking Steve's hand and bringing it to his lips. He kisses Steve's palm before lightly dragging his teeth over it, and Steve thinks he shows incredible character growth by not jerking his hand away.

His brain catches up a few seconds later. "Wait, proposing? This wasn't...I just...we've only been dating for three months?"

Eddie hums softly in agreement, sliding Steve's hand to his cheek and leaning into the touch. "I know," he says, "We've shown incredible restraint so far. Most Munsons get married within weeks of meeting their loves."

Honestly, that doesn't surprise Steve at all. Who could resist the Munson charm? Who could say no to the all-consuming devotion that shows no sign of ever fading? Steve's mouth suddenly feels dry. "Right," he mumbles, gently brushing his thumb over Eddie's cheek, "That, um, that's just a little fast, I think."

Eddie's smile doesn't fade one bit. He just nods, his eyes glowing with understanding and love and Steve's weakening resolve practically crumbles when Eddie says, "That's okay, Stevie. As long as I can see you and be near you, I don't care about anything else. You could put a knife through my heart, and I'd thank you for the chance to get a closer look at your eyes."

Steve...Steve is fucking weak. He abandons any idea of maintaining a distance between them, climbing into Eddie's lap and kissing the cheek he isn't holding. "It's not an engagement ring, but...but consider it an engaged-to-be-engaged ring," he says, the words feeling ridiculous as he speaks them.

But that doesn't matter because Eddie practically lights up. "Is that a promise? That we're engaged to be engaged?" he asks.

"Yeah," Steve says, his voice soft, "Just wait at least three more months before you propose, okay?"

Eddie's grin gets even wider, and he presses a searing kiss to Steve's lips, leaving him breathless and light-headed and absolutely sure Eddie is already planning his proposal.

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LUST IN THE GRAVEYARD⌇NANAMI KENTO

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WORD COUNT : 2,239

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 SYNOPSIS : love is in the air this fine halloween night; sweet-talking with your beloved husband Nanami, reminiscing about how you both fell in love. after succumbing to your desires and mad lust for each other, you make sweet love in the graveyard, throwing a little show for all spirits to see…

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WARNINGS : established relationship, bondage with silk tie, voyeurism (spirits), sadism, masochism, knifeplay, cunnilingus, public sex, mating press, breeding, dark obsession, gothic romance, mentions of killing.

inspired by Mortica and Gomez Addams’ relationship from the classic film, “The Addams Family” (1991).

HORRORLAND/KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

[HAUNTED HOUSE ANNOUNCER] You are now entering the Lust in the Graveyard live venue. This haunted house attraction depicts sexual scenes, intense special effects, and content warnings posted. For a fun and safe experience, please follow our code of conduct: no touching live performers and decorations, no flash photography, and no eating. Do not block passageways, or this will result in expulsion. Smoking and drinking are permitted for our haunted houses only. We hope you enjoy.

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Amid the silvering glint of moonlight, the granite reticent tombstones, and the bonny kin of flowers, a sense of serenity enthralls the graveyard. Laying on the lap of your lover Nanami, a man so deeply intoxicated and devoted to you, in the middle of the graveyard on a soft couch. Your favorite place.

You were both a match made in Heaven. But how could that be with your beauty almost sinful, that Nanami taking his eyes off you would’ve been blasphemous? He worships you like an unending flame. Your sinful, sultry indulgence and all… When his eyes are off you, he’d be starved of your love in an instant. When his mind gets lost in the far corner of the moon’s dark side, the ravenous desire strikes him so suddenly he’s unable to control his weakness. Oh, this man was madly in love with you; if not expressed already, in passion fury, in blissful rage… he craves you dreadfully.

“…When we first met, it was much like an evening like this. Magic in the air,” you faintly murmur, reaching your hand out to caress his cheek.

His hand overlaps yours, weaved into your magic and seduction as he gazes into your twinkling eyes. Your love and your dark mystery drizzle into his skin, buzzing in all directions of his soul. There could be no greater love than this, no spiraling lust and sexual appetite more uncontrollable and possessed than Nanami’s. A man willing to extinguish the whole earth, suck out all its poisons, just to pleasure you. A man you dreadfully loved; you loved him not for the way he dances with your angels, but for the way the sound of his name could silence your demons…

“And an open grave. It was my first funeral,” you continued. Nanami peered deeply into your eyes, incandescently compelled at the sight of you.

“You were so beautiful; cold and mysterious… No one even looked at the corpse.”

There was a hinting glimmer in your eyes from the way your lover’s words wielded you stronger than ecstasy. “Your coworker Satoru. You were still a suspect.”

Recalling the sweet memory prompted a chuckle out of Nanami, gently caressing your face to stroke his thumb on your cheek the more you reminisced. This wild rush of ecstasy filled the both of you, filled the entire graveyard more intoxicating than pure love in the air.

“I couldn’t stop staring at you all through the eulogy. Your eyes. Your body. Your laugh…” you cooed to him, bringing the man to inhale deeply from the never-ending frenzy you hold him in.

“You bewitched me,” Nanami professed. “I proposed that very night…”

With erratic strikes of desire and your weaknesses burried away, you’re in a bliss. Lusting for something that was already yours has never felt so intense, so dangerous and erotic. The passion and anticipation builds up in your core, a restless hunger teasing your tongue. Your bodies were so close Nanami could breathe in the earthly smell of death and your perfume. The softness of your neck as well as your luscious body, invading his space and stealing the air he surrenders to. The urgency to kiss and make love to you burned every fiber of his being.

“Someday we’ll be buried here, my love,” you whisper in salaciousness. “Side by side, 6 feet under, in matching coffins. Our lifeless bodies, rotting together, for all eternity…”

Behind those mesmerizing shades in your eyes leave something much more desirable. Your doe, heated eyes behind the blinds of time. Your lover dips his head further, pulling you by the neck and settling into your lips, savoring every bit of your flesh to engrave in his mind. You’re on your back now, caving into the sweet touches as his hands glide over the lines your body makes, your stunning figure and the shape of you haunting his mind. Where the dead in their eternal peace lie, gathers thin ivory mist and dark clouds of smoke, followed by luminating streaks of lightning.

Your powerful, immoral lust and longing awakened the parched graveyard, hypnotized into arousal for all the spirits and demon, witnessing the sensuality of you two consumed on the couch. But you were both long lost in your own eternal paradise. Not one thing bothered, nor stopped, this treasured moment you both have been craving for. Passion is the only word to describe this, to describe how well you fit together in the most vulgar ways. Push and pull, fire and brimstone. The lust flits around the atmosphere like carnivorous butterflies, your lacquered nails digging into his skin as he glides all over your wonderlust body.

Nanami feels himself grow harder with every sultry roll of your hips when you pushed him off to straddle on top of him. Every kiss, every moan, every caress sent the man to a sexual rage. It felt as if he was on fire, for nothing made him more ravenous than to make love with you right now. You became the spring in his step, the eternal flame in his chest, the reason for his algolagnia. Not a single thought of you went by without being accompanied by such intense arousal. Even though he has memorized your every crevice, he still needed you; needed every inch of you, every fraction of your flesh for him to adorn.

“You fucking torment me,” he spoke in a dark sultry tone, beginning to tug at his tie. “I love it when you make me turn into a sick, twisted man for you.”

“And I love it when you break me, Nanami. Hurt me, ruin me… make me ache again like a helpless whore for you.”

Your ravishing enthusiasm and craving for danger intoxicated his blood stream like a madman. Suddenly you gasp when he grabs tightly onto your wrists and pins them behind you, using his silk tie to bind them together. Moans escaping from the way he tied it aggressively, like a predator capturing its beautiful, bound prey to feast on. Then, like a slick magician, Nanami’s pocket knife opens before your eyes, your body growing feverish from the heavenly sight of its mesmerizing sharpness. The thought of pain and torment from your lover writhed you immensely.

“Oh, how I would die for you. How I would kill for you… Don’t you love the way I make you feel so powerless and helpless like this?” he whispers into your ears, such filthy promises and vows that blossomed in your heart.

Sighs emitted from your lips when the blade lightly travels up your body, gliding around your cleavage until it presses harder into your skin. The anticipating thought of him dragging it hastily with that much pressure, knowing that it would immediately cut you open deeper than a scratch, made your cunt pulsate erratically. Nanami slides it up to your opened mouth, resting the blade on your tongue. He gives an unethical chuckle.

“You’re so depraved, my dearest. I fucking love that.”

In a blink of an eye, he grabs onto your throat while his knife swiftly tore apart your mini-dress to expose your breasts and your naked, soaked cunt. He continues gliding the tip of the blade on your skin, hips stuttering on his crotch like a riptide the more he teased you. You were his masterpiece of curvaceous precision, artwork sculpted and delicately made just for him. The blade finds its way to the lace garter belt on your thigh, sliding it in for you to hold. Nanami’s touches were your delicious torment as well as his mouth, ruling over your body with intense kisses. Soft and delicate at first until a gradual intensity of control rushed through, pushing you off to lay down on the sofa below him.

You watch his mouth tentatively slide down your body, hearing you pant softly as he was kissing your tender breasts and leaving a wet, hot trail until your navel. Skin, flesh, and blood— he took in everything that makes of you in cold calculation. Your eyes flutter shut as you were trapped in a bliss, faintly moaning from his caresses that dissolved you. Lowering before you, holding onto your thighs to spread your legs further apart for him... Your cunt glistened beautifully from the pale moonlight hitting right on it. His mouth leans closer to kiss your clit, coaxing him provocatively that his devious tongue slipped out and sucked on your cunt. Your reactions excited him dreadfully he wanted to see you squirm on his tongue and recoil in his grasp.

Savoring you was what Nanami’s tongue did best, plunging deep into you voraciously and humming in amusement as he did it. He was moving rhythmically and thoroughly, your senses surging with nourishment and your legs growing stiff. He loved the your glorious, raw moans and the way you arched your back. The sensation caused you to shamelessly grind against his tongue as well.

“That’s right, my love. Feel good for me…”

You've lost the feelings in your thighs already, wanting to clamp your legs together, but Nanami roughly pins them farther apart as he devoured you more on the couch. Such indulgence makes you drown into his intensity until an uncontrollable eruption of pleasure was about to wave through you so suddenly until Nanami stopped. He didn’t want you to come yet; he wanted it together. After calming down from your edge, your eyes drill into his, obliging him to lean over and kiss you.

“Torturing you like this made me so hard,” he sighed out. “And your juices were dripping onto my chin.”

You finally catch your breath. “I want you so bad… So bad that I’ve tasted my own blood thinking of you.”

Nanami felt unhinged the more you sweet-talked, grabbing your hips to buck it higher for the mating press. “No Hell, no purgatory, no tombstone nor graveyard can hold my body down in death. I’ll always crawl back to you… I’ll always be a cruel, withered man. For you alone I am weak.”

For it was not into your ear he whispered, but into your heart. It was not your lips he consumed, but your soul. After he undoes his belt and slides down his pants, you feel him ease his cock in slowly, already reveling in the sensation. Your fluids coating on his cock sent his mouth agape. Ever so real and torturous, you couldn't help but get much more needier when he makes love with you like this. Plunging deeper and rougher, groaning softly into your ears. You whimpered and whined louder like you had an appetite for the unobtainable. Nanami adorned the heavenly feeling of being inside you, feeling you clench harder on his cock as he pounded relentlessly. Hearing your fervent, pathetic moans geared his mind more raw and twisted.

“Look at me, and only me,” he sighed in titillation. “Your beauty was always my terror. I feel the need to quiver before you…”

With your face contorted and your eyes pooling with lust and ardor, gazing deeply into his eyes this way had you drowning in unholy bliss. You had each other's names moaned in vain. It was like a prayer in the bedroom, a ritual from the way you worshiped the movement of your bodies. You were the communion and the perverted undead voyeurs lurking in the grave were in line. But God knows, you're not an angel and your lover is no saint. The delicious and lewd noises of him pounding and smacking into your cunt were heard, each thrust turning your body rapacious and numb.

“I’m— I’m so close, baby,” you moaned out loud, feeling that tautness in your stomach and your cunt building up. You could hear him softly groan against your ears, a rush of heat coursing through his blood like wildfire that drove him to bite all over your body like an animal. You instantly came without warning, your eyes fluttering and rolling back as your cunt becomes overly slick with your wetness coating his cock.

“Fuck. The way you’re fucking squeezing me right now— I’m gonna fill you up. Plant my seed in your womb…”

Nanami lets out a deep, gutteral groan when copious amounts of his cum deeply flood in your pussy. Your mind is sent to a haze, legs starting to tremble on his shoulders after filling you to the brim like a cum dumpster. The way his hard thrusts nudges right up against that spongey spot inside has you screaming out loud; a beautiful hymn to Nanami. An orgasm sent your soul fluid, twisting and contorting around itself like an out-of-body experience.

You wait as he reaches under your waist to unbind the silk tie. Gently grabbing onto your hands and guiding them to hold his face, he kisses you again, this time more sloppily. Even though pain and torment from Nanami intoxicated you, there was nothing that compared to the beautiful sensation of being cherished and dearly loved by him. A man that could recognise you by touch and smell alone, by everything; even if he were to be blind, he would know you in death, and at the end of the world. He’ll love you in numberless forms.

“I’ll lay with you here together for years,” he mutters, “from time to time, in darkness and in flames… That would suffice for my lovely eternity with you.”

“Not even death could do us part.”

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[milfgyuu]

Wicked Delights [M] Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Fem!Reader Tags: 1k, Addams Family!AU, Romance, Smut 18+ Prompt: “How did you convince them to do this?” → @shmooooo Summary: Creepy, kooky, mysterious, and spooky. *snap* *snap*

Warnings: Sexually Explicit Content 18+, MDNI, unprotected sex, oral (f), body worship, lots of pet names, restraint. This is a gomez x morticia au so there are spooky themes and dialogue throughout! mention of a knife, broken glass, blood for a “costume”, similar jokes made in the movies and yes - the children are indeed feral. 

Surely you’re accustomed to more…peculiarities than than most but your precious little heathens all dressed up and ready to hit the town is quite a sight. 

“And where are you two headed?”

Your son grins, the spiked baseball run through with nails and shrapnel bent at all different angles swinging loosely from his chubby hand. “We’re going trick or treating!”

Your brows raise. “Are you now? I thought you hated candy.”

“We’re not interested in candy,” your daughter answers. She’s slightly muffled behind her defiled hockey mask and your eyes twinkle with pride and intrigue at the dark red splatter across her clothing. “We’re going to terrorize the neighborhood.”

“Thrilling.”

Long fingers splay over your stomach as your husband reaches the bottom of the stairwell, grinning proudly at his prodigy. “Don’t you both look nefarious!”

“I’m an escaped convict!” your son puffs out his chest and you chuckle under your breath.

“What are the charges?” Your husband asks with barely contained glee.

Your son ticks them off one by one. “Multiple accounts of arson, assault, homicide, conspiracy, and,” he shrugs, “Tax fraud.”

Jeonghan laughs. “Excellent! And what about you, my fallen angel?”

Your daughter lifts her knife, “I’m a homicidal maniac,” she then glances at her brother through the mask and back up to you, “I haven’t been caught though.”

You wink at her. “Of course not.”

Your husband couldn’t be happier. “That’s my girl - insidious and intelligent as always,” he stubs his cigar out on the bannister and pockets the remainder, “Go on now children! Tear up the town - burn it to the ground! Have a blast!”

Your daughter peers up at her brother and lifts her mask to ask, “Did you bring the explosives?”

He nods in affirmation and they disappear out the manor doors just before they slam shut on a phantom breeze. 

Those fingers squeeze proprietarily and you smirk. 

“Darling,” you tilt your head to the side as Jeonghan kisses a long wet trail from your ear down to your shoulder, “How did you convince them to do this?”

“Beloved,” he purrs, tongue tracing your jaw, “Our children needn’t any convincing to unleash utter mayhem on the townsfolk but I might have told them they could resurrect a few mummies from the crypt if they kept away til morning.”

Finally meeting his gaze, he smirks, his handsome face lighting a fire low in your belly. 

“On All Hallows Eve?” you grin, “Delightful.”

Muscles stretched taut, bones like jelly, you keen under the pressure of such a wonderful, torturous position. Your hands shackled to the headboard, upholstered black velvet caressing your knuckles. It’s a small consolation for not being able to run your hands through Jeonghan’s silken hair but oh how he makes up for it in the way he feasts on you like a connoisseur. 

The dagger he’d used to cut away the cloth from your body lay discarded on the pillow next to you, glinting dangerously, beautifully. The ghostly feeling of it’s pointed tip pressing into your soft skin sending shivers up your spine. 

Oh, your husband, your lover…what a divine mind in that beautiful head of his. 

How you’d love to crack it open and study it’s innerworkings. 

How fascinating it is to lay beneath him and experience the way he alights all of your senses at once, finely tuned to your every move, your every breath.

“Magnificent,” he breathes against you when you sink back into the bed, dragging himself away slowly, lips pressing against your naked body along the way, “Radiant,” he purrs as he sheathes himself inside, grinning like a fiend as your mouth falls open. 

“There isn’t a woman alive or otherwise that could ever compare to you.” 

“I shall gloat over Drizelda’s grave for eternity, Darling.”

Jeonghan chuckles but it’s caught on a long moan as he pulls you closer - your arms burning, blinding white heat flashing behind your eyes. Your back and shoulders scream in protest and you scream aloud, the manor around you quaking with the force of it. 

“You’re absolutely bewitching, my dear,” he crows, brows furrowed impossibly tight, “Even the queen of the banshees couldn’t hold a candle to your cries when you scream for me. You’re going to make them jealous of that lovely voice of yours.”

You back arches high into the air, almost levitating, and Jeonghan suckles your chest as he nears. Your eyes squeeze shut, stomach like a roiling, raging storm on the ocean. Lightning strikes with incredible force, blue light illuminating your bodies.

When you come together, glass shatters near the bed. 

The window entirely blown out. 

Jeonghan sits back on his heels and spits a large, jagged, shard from his mouth and smirks down at you. “Shame, we just had that repaired.”

You hum, rubbing your body against the satin sheets and reveling in the way Jeonghan’s eyes track the movements. He flicks a thumb over your peaked nipple and croons, “A bit drafty though…isn’t it?”

Your eyes alight with mischief, “Shall we break another?”

“Oh, I plan to bring the whole house down before dawn.”

You arch into his touch with a grin, “You ghoul.”

“My temptress,” he answers, wicked tongue snaking out to seer against your skin. 

The children are spent when they return in the morning, leaving the ravaged town behind to find every window in the manor blown out. It’s seems a bit more crooked than when they’d left last night. The cursed gargoyle statues about the towering peaks have their hands cemented over their ears. The front door swinging off the hinges on one side. 

“What happened?” 

Your daughter extends her arm, cleaning her long dirtied butcher’s knife off on her sleeve. 

“Our parents had sex.”

Your son blinks a few times. The soot on his face irritating his nose.

“Ok,” he says and then turns to his sister with a conspiratorial grin, “Do you want breakfast before we go to the crypt?”

She only takes a moment to decide and begins striding toward the doors. 

Your son hurries to follow her as she calls out over her shoulder. “Resurrections are no good on an empty stomach. Breakfast first.”

This was so fun to write! Thanks for reading!

Halloween 2022 | SVT M.List | Main M.List

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#halloween drabbles 2022 #svt fanfic #jeonghan fanfic #svthub #caratwritersclub #kdiarynet #kwritersworldnet #seventeen fanfic #jeonghan smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #au #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #lana writes

[witchofthesouls]

Please I beg, more humanfomer Addams family. Expesually grandmama Frump. Her and Vos are a delight.

Grandmama has an official seat and it's Vos' lap. It doesn't matter if Tarn blatantly tries to steer her into a chair with a name plaque. She will end up in the gunformer's lap. Demurely, of course.

Tarn is in utter hell. He may not understand Ancient French and her touches are quite chaste, but no one can misread the sultry, scorching look in her optics. He definitely understands the pure filth from Vos' mouth…

It doesn’t matter the location or the company. Grandmama will ghost her way to Vos and tenderly wrap her arms around his neck like a loving noose. No one knows how the hell she bypassed the security checkpoints but did so. Tarn is resigned to hearing vicious sweet nothings and shifting skirts at meals or a simple round of drinks.

“A little blood in the marriage bed is a natural thing, my dear.”

Not only Frump has taken over the kitchen, steamrolling any and all opposition with a well-placed furiously bubbling cauldron and a very volatile experimental combination, but she also became their dietitian as well. Also helps Nickel since she’s very well-versed in handling delicate tools, sharpening blades, and has the patience for puzzles.

She tuts at the purely liquid diet that dominates Cybertron. Where are the solids of minerals? The raw ore? Not even a beginning course of a toxic appetizer for rudimentary training to take on the far more esoteric cuisine? For shame!

Even Nickel commiserates with her. Much like Micronus Prime’s endless enthusiasm to create, those of Prion enjoyed exploring what could be eaten and augment nutrition, leading to a greater variety of consumables. 

Practically pleased as a plump spider to see most of them feasting at her cooking. Extra portions for Tesarus and Helex for their size and energy expenses. Same for Nickel for her multiple forms. Vos needs his meals to be very blended but at least he has more flavors. She figured out that fingerfoods are best for Kaon and his sensitivities. But Tarn is the fussiest eater she had ever met. Far more than Thing…

Frump is absolutely delighted by Nickel’s sassy mouth. It reminds her so much of her dearest, old friend, especially when she needed to drag her children to the doctor’s. May she rest with all her pieces…

The way the DJD drags back the corpses, it reminds her of her children’s and grandchildren’s beginner’s messy habits. Much like a leg, a saw, hammer, and some pins will fix that chassis in a jiffy. The T-cog would need a blacksmith’s forge but she has time to get back into old hobbies…

While the DJD are uber curious about their newest pickup's alt-mode, Grandmama Frump has yet to show it off. It's mobile as far as they know, and she seems to travel fast across large distances. But the lack of obvious wheels and kibble is strange.

She gets very coy over it. Oh no, she can’t. You must ask a lady to show off, for shame!

Frump only has one functional broomstick. Finely crafted from a willing Elder branch and entwined with rook feathers and careful sigils to imbue flight and preservation. It gives the best premonitions upon the new moon: sweep the kitchen and toss into the hearth to read the flames. 

She remembers her children’s shenanigans. Honestly, even full-grown they still try to sneak out with their mother’s broom. Her deviant boys.

Tarn has made it a priority to never, ever allow Granny Frump on the same planet as Pharma. No. The same galaxy. She has taken up the doctor's descent into madness as the most epic tale of unrequited romance.

"It was tailored to your own addiction!" She wails, a slim servo clutches her chassis, and that strange, ghostly field recoils harshly in a disjointed staccato, optics on the widest setting. "And you said nothing!?"

Vos is jealous. Especially when she sighs over dearly departed Edgar. Her Beloved Butcher. But the "mech" is dead, so he can only nurse his grudge, especially when Grandmama dabs her tears away over Tarn's lack of courtship etiquette. Pharma isn't. He had made Plans.

Tarn made Plans as well. He will kill the jet first before she gets her hands upon him.

The leader of the DJD gets a shiver down his spinal strut, down each one, whenever Frump corners him to "correct his ghastly behavior."

Luckily, he gets away with "business." Of course, Granny Frump understands business is important. But family is more so…

Tarn is ridiculously lucky that he had no sweetspark or Conjunx. Otherwise, they’ll have ideas.

#ask #transformers #transformers idw #idw #mtmte #tarn #vos #helex #tesarus #nickel #kaon #addams family #granny frump #grandmama frump #violence #dismemberment #the addam's way to romance #humans into cybertronians #humanformers #maccadam #my writing #Tarn's suffering #Magic

[renee561]

18 & 55

18. Debbie Addams

I blame @random-emerald-thoughts for this one and it wasn't totally her fault, but she's getting the blame because of a post that she reblogged about Debbie and my brain works weird ways this is an Addams family what if.

What if Debbie embraced the addams? What if she didn't have to marry fester in order to belong to the family who accepted her for the first time in her life? Who thought she was just like them. What if she actually pushed past her trauma and realized that she was part of the family that was creepy and cooky and weird and came home for the first time.

No romance just acceptance. OK OK minor romance but not between Debbie and Fester.

55. Secrets of a River

Doctor Who my beloved ♥️. Renee loves doctor who and thought how to timey-wimey hp in a fucked up way.

Like since Mark Williams played both Arthur Weasley and Brian Williams I thought oh hi hello Arthur has a twin now but has denounce magic and eventually does regain his brother (after he punches him, look it was along time coming). While also playing with the family trees we love to mess with a family tree in this house.

It's incomplete because the muse has left the building but one day i hope to get it at least done so I can feel accomplished.

#renee talks wips #and this is both a wip and a frustration #secrets of a river #debbie addams #my beloved serial killer

[caughtupindrama]

*The List*

Current list of musicals I've listened to and/or seen!!

* = seen live (includes high school productions, amateur theatre, etc.) ^ = seen a recording/movie musical version & = listened to multiple recordings or demos !! = performed in (partially or fully)!! ! = was otherwise involved in a production favourites are in colour <3

Hamilton * Death Note Falsettos ^& (March of the Falsettos + Falsettoland) Be More Chill & SpongeBob Squarepants: The Musical *&!! Little Shop of Horrors *& Book of Mormon *^ Mean Girls ^ In Trousers ^& Avenue Q Everybody's Talking About Jamie Heathers ^ Nine ^ The Lightning Thief & Dear Evan Hansen ^ Matilda ^& Spring Awakening *^&!! Junie B. Jones Frozen *^ The Little Mermaid *! Six *& Hairspray ! Adrian Mole Legally Blonde ^& Chess Starlight Express & Emojiland Hadestown Bright Star * Wicked Sophia, Our Beloved 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee * Frankenstein Cats * Charlie and the Chocolate Factory La Cage Aux Folles Addams Family Mary Poppins ^!! Beetlejuice &!! Aladdin ^ Bare: A Pop Opera The Theory of Relativity Little Miss Perfect Curtains !! Lizard Boy Hedwig and the Angry Inch Treasure Island Co-Op Jagged Little Pill A Year With Frog and Toad * The Prom ^& Newsies *^ Carousel & Camelot & Oklahoma 21 Chump Street ^ Ordinary Days Shrek the Musical Bat Boy *! The Sound of Music * A Strange Loop *& Crazy for You Chicago * Goosebumps The Musical: Phantom of the Auditorium Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 Fancy Nancy: The Musical Come From Away Amélie & The Mad Ones 3hree Island Song Snoopy!!! / The World According to Snoopy & Drag: The Musical Flat Stanley Dear Edwina Guys and Dolls * A New Brain Beauty and the Beast *^ Wuthering Heights Meet Me in St. Louis * The Fantasticks [title of show] Cabaret * John & Jen Les Misérables * The Great British Bake Off Musical Into the Woods *& KPOP Shucked Kimberly Akimbo The Lion King Bend it Like Beckham Footballers' Wives Dog Man: The Musical Hats! The In-Between In Transit A Chorus Line The Golden Apple The Love Note She Loves Me Octet Preludes Candide The Music Man Linie 1 Mamma Mia! ^ In the Heights The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Oh Captain! 13 Waitress & Ushers Rats! Spamilton Weird Romance & Juliet You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown * A Very Potter Musical ^ Ride the Cyclone The Three Billy Goats Gruff The Wedding Singer Babes in Toyland Urinetown Dear Pen Pal Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown Finding Nemo Blues in the Night Unfortunate Sole Mates Operation Mincemeat * The Three Little Pigs Anastasia The Phantom of the Opera *^& Arf! Back to the Future: The Musical * Pellets, Cherries, and Lies Rocky Horror Picture Show ^ A Little Night Music * Sunday in the Park with George Pretty Woman: The Musical Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street & Carrie Fun Home Hello Again Kinky Boots The Full Monty A Man of No Importance The Producers Jesus Christ Superstar 36 Questions The Little Big Things * Jersey Boys * My Son's A Queer (But What Can You Do?) The Dolls of New Albion Band Geeks The Band's Visit Wait Wait Don't Kill Me Diary of a Wimpy Kid Groundhog Day Footloose * Anything Goes * The Trail to Oregon ^ tick... tick... BOOM! Epic: The Troy Saga Leap Day Grease * Duolingo On Ice Nunsense Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus! Pinkalicious Parade * How to Dance in Ohio Tootsie Something Rotten! !! Two Strangers (Carry a Cake Across New York) * The Last 5 Years

#musical theatre #musicals #musical #will update as i continue to listen <3

[give-soup-please]

SOUP

HEY SOUP SOUP SOUP

uh... do you have any favorite fanfiction tropes? :3

I'm loving this enthusiasm, and thanks for the question! The list of my favorite fanfic tropes is quite long, so i'll talk about just one. and if you know anything about me, this one probably won't be that big of a surprise.

Found family, my beloved. When you have a group of people who get together and who learn to love each other, and I mean, love each other fiercely, protectively, WOOOOGH

I adore this trope with a passion that some could consider frightening. Not every writing project I do is released to an audience, but let me tell you, when I'm not writing romance, this is my go-to for fanfiction. I ended up scrapping the project but I was working on an addams family fic at one point where my character gets adopted by the titular family. I got to around the 10k word mark before giving up, and honestly I should go back to it at some point.

I'll be blunt, I grew up in an unideal home. I had to... leave unexpectedly after I came out. And I coasted from shelter to shelter for a while. So the idea of having a family that loves each other fiercely is massively appealing. You know who does great found family that almost no one talks about?

Star Trek. You put a crew on a spaceship and by season two they'll throw hands for each other and die for each other without even thinking about it. If I ever get the funding for professional analysis, I'd love to do an analysis of found family on starships.

The only thing better than found family is found family that's queer coded/blatantly LGBT+

Some fantastic movies that do this (though they are somewhat dated now) are Birdcage with Robin Williams and But I'm A Cheerleader.

It's a legitimate goal of mine to one day have an extensive found family, and we'll all live together in a community of some kind, and look out for each other and love each other. I'm building the pieces, but stuff like this takes a long time to get off the ground.

And any stories that deal with recovering from abuse with the support of the found family usually make me cry, no joke. I legit get weepy when fanfics do recovery stories. The slow build of trust, and communication, and love? oh my god, there's nothing better.

thanks for the question!

#personal #writing #fanfic tropes

[userchappell]

For the series ask thingy: warrior nun, bones, wednesday and/or teen wolf?

I'll do all of them cause fuck it

warrior nun

favorite male character: none. literally don't care about a single man in that show

favorite female character: ava <33333 but i also absolutely adore beatrice as well

least favorite character: I don't remember his name, yet I didn't care enough about him to remember, I just didn't like him. yes I'm being vague cause I don't care

prettiest character: BEATRICE

funniest character: ava and camila

favorite season: season 2

favorite episode: 2x01. the avatrice fluff had me all giddy

favorite romantic ship: AVATRICE

favorite family ship: the girls and mother superior. found family trope ftw

favorite friend ship: avatrice with both yasmine and camila

worst ship: ava and that dude from season one whose name I cannot remember (i suck at remembering names sm). I mean, I don't care about their relationship its just idk who else to choose

ship that is overhyped: none. and the ones that are hyped deserve to have it

ship that is underhyped: fallenhalo tbh

an unpopular opinion: I don't have any tbh

bones

favorite male character: SWEETS. oh, I love him and I miss him he deserves SO MUCH better. also really liked aubrey as well

favorite female character: ANGELA THE LOML. I love her i love her i love her

least favorite character: it's been so long since I've seen the show entirely I've only just recently rewatched random episodes I can remember but I DEFINITELY hate the guy who killed Sweets. public enemy number ONE

prettiest character: angela <3333

funniest character: hodgins

favorite season: not any in particular

favorite episode: definitely the season 6 finale

favorite romantic ship: booth & brennan!! one of my favorite slowburns also adore hodgela as well

favorite family ship: hodgela + michael & booth/brennan + christine

favorite friend ship: brennan and angela

worst ship: i guess booth and hannah. i just never really cared at all

ship that is overhyped: none imo

ship that is underhyped: cam and arastoo, definitely

an unpopular opinion: I also don't have any for bones either

wednesday

favorite male character: eugene and ajax

favorite female character: ENID! my sunshine lesbian angel that can kill you. god, I love her

least favorite character: joseph crackstone

prettiest character: wednesday, enid and bianca

funniest character: eugene

favorite season: one by default

favorite episode: episode 4

favorite romantic ship: WENCLAIR, MY BELOVEDS

favorite family ship: the addams family

favorite friend ship: wednesday and eugene

worst ship: wednesday and tyler

ship that is overhyped: none that i know of that is undeserving of the hype

ship that is underhyped: i'm a wenclay enjoyer. also xajax

an unpopular opinion: as much as I don't ship wednesday and xavier, I would like to see them make a good friendship if the writers stop pushing a romance towards them. even jenna agrees

teen wolf

favorite male character: isaac, my beloved of all time. also liam, my short king!!!!

favorite female character: kira and malia <333

least favorite character: gerard argent and kate argent

prettiest character: all of them girls in the show

funniest character: stiles, isaac and liam

favorite season: season 3 and 4

favorite episode: 3x20

favorite romantic ship: stalia, scira, scisaac, and allydia

favorite family ship: sciles + liam. also scott and melissa & stilinski and stiles

favorite friend ship: sciles

worst ship: st*dia (and i swear if I get one more ask asking why I dislike them, I will lose it)

ship that is overhyped: st*rek

ship that is underhyped: morey

an unpopular opinion: stiles and lydia worked better as platonic then romantic. also lydia is a lesbian with comphet, obviously

#warrior nun #bones #bones tv #wednesday #teen wolf #answered #asks #taramacgay

[hershellaytonlovespuzzles]

My thoughts on Wednesday (2022)

So I watched Wednesday because my mom wanted to watch it with me. I went in with low expectations because none of my friends liked it and I heard a lot of negative things online. After watching, my feelings are mixed.

My rating: 6/10

Positives:

-The characters were fun. Enid and Wednesday had a good dynamic. I wish Enid was shown more.

-I enjoyed watching it with my mom.

-I like mysteries, so I liked that portion of the show.

-Thing was great. I really enjoyed his parts throughout the story, and his relationships with other characters.

-I liked how Wednesday gained a group of friends that didn't really make her change too heavily as a person.

-The dance scene was fun, along with what happens at the dance.

Criticisms:

-The pacing. The last few episodes felt very rushed, like they crammed the bulk of the mystery into the end. The big battle at the end felt anticlimactic and too short.

-I did not enjoy the romance arcs Wednesday went through. I was here for mystery and Addams family shenanigans

-The Addams did not feel right to me. They didn't feel like the Addams family. They got some of it right but it just felt off to me

-Character arcs felt rushed. The group of friends Wednesday had at the end felt out of nowhere. We never got to see why Bianca and Wednesday started trusting each other. Was it the fact that Wednesday won the boat race? Or the thing with Bianca's mother? Either way, maybe I missed something but I wish this was fleshed out more.

-The jokes fell flat for me. Some were funny but a lot of them didn't land. The titles were all focused on the same joke as well.

-I wish Enid and Wednesday's relationship had been focused on more. Same with all her friends really.

-The CGI and monster designs did not look good. The main antagonist monster looked like the zombies in plants vs. zombies.

Other statements:

-Do we really have to show a character throwing up on screen? I hate that this happens in shows and movies so often. Ew.

-I thought Enid not able to fully "wolf out" was going to be an LGBT metaphor, especially with the lycanthropy conversion camps mentioned, but she ends up "wolfing out" anyway at the end.

-I would have liked this show better if it was an original new cast of characters. This just didn't feel like the Addams family. Wednesday having visions and the way she acted makes me feel the show would have been better if she was just her own different character instead of making her Wednesday Addams.

-I don't know how well the message was done. Especially since the pilgrim guy was so easy to defeat. His hypocrisy was never addressed either, since he was technically a monster as well.

-Wednesday did have quite the plot armor. I think this also would be solved if she was her own character and not from a beloved franchise. We all knew they wouldn't kill off Wednesday or Thing because these have been beloved characters for years. Becomes a bit predictable.

-Cool that Eugene had two moms! Though literally every other character was straight so. You tried I guess.

-oh my god if I see y'all edit that stupid fucking song over Wednesdays dance one more time I'm biting you. She would not like pop she literally makes fun of pop at the end of the show. The song she actually dances to fits way better you all are just cowards.

Overall the rating isn't too low despite my criticism being rather long because I did have fun with it. There's a lot I didn't like and I don't think it's a great show but at the end of the day I don't regret watching it. It was just a fun time with my mom. And she liked it a lot.

#wednesday #wednesday spoilers #wednesday 2022 #space talks #media review

[sapphosclown]

i just finished watching wednesday on netflix and i wanna talk about it

spoilers ahead

first and foremost i would like to say i am not a fan of the addams family, i do not know pretty much anything about the lore or anything other than the basic stuff, goth family, morticia and gomez are in love, wednesday is spooky. i wanted to watch this show for two reasons, i wanted to see more of the addams family and i think jenna ortega is pretty.

now that thats out of the way, i saw some people critiquing the family dynamics of the netflix show, saying the big thing about the addams family is that whilst being goth and morbid they love each other and the fact that was changed in the show really softened a blow for them. considering i haven’t seen past versions i don’t want ti comment too much on this. i will say tho, i think maybe giving wednesday mommy issues was cheap writing because i think a loving family dynamic would have made for more interesting characters. the switch up i can only imagine came into play because they needed a way to draw out the plot/leave wednesdays visions a mystery for longer.

speaking of cheap writing, i did find the show a bit corney from an outside perspective. i think the actors did a great job, especially jenna ortega, but the writing was meh and the plot was predictable, to me at least. that’s not to say it wasn’t enjoyable. i truly enjoyed my watch through and had a fun time watching and trying to put together the puzzle with wednesday. i will say i predicted that plot twist half way through the show purely because it seemed right there and i thought it would be funny. a lot of little moments i totally saw coming.

the plot itself wasn’t bad, persay, but i would’ve liked it to be different. the heavy focus on romance/the love triangle was not something i expected but i really should have to be honest. i didn’t have any expectations walking into the show so i can’t say definitively what i would’ve liked to see instead. again, an enjoyable watch if you’re just watching something for the hell of it but it didn’t feel like anything special to me, just another retold story of a beloved character.

the thing that distracted me maybe the most the whole time was the cgi of the hyde. literally what the fuck was that. why did it look so fucking goofy. i literally couldn’t even be stressed when it was on screen bc of how goofy it looked. ESPECIALLY when it showed tyler turning into the hype, damn near peed my pants. there’s no way they’re budget was that damn small that they couldn’t get some better special effects. like i can’t tell if it was supposed to be goofy as a style choice or if they just ran out of money for that part. i watched the entirety of First Kill (also on netflix) which had many reviews on the poor sfx and i truly think the hyde was worse than anything in that show.

on a little bit of a separate tangent but relating back to first kill, it’s a little frustrating that this show honestly was just as corney as first kill was but this one will probably get a second season but first kill won’t. whether it be the queer love story or it just simply isn’t as marketable as the addams family, it makes me sad.

i’m regards to the romance, i truly think from the bottom of my heart wednesday and enid should have gotten together. assuming there will be a season 2 i would still like to see them end up together. their hug at the end of episode 8 brought more emotion than any scene they had with their love interests. and i don’t want to say that platonic love can’t be portrayed like that, because i love platonic love and would be happy to see more of it. but id also be happy to see sapphic content, especially in something as recognizable and popular as the addams family. not to mention how queer themes already present themselves relevantly in the plot. this whole “outcasts vs normies” thing is a painfully obvious reflection on minority groups. wednesday being the odd one out even in her own strange family would be so well tied together in her also being queer. not to mention the blatant metaphor in the parents day episode about enid wolfing out and being afraid her family won’t accept her if she doesn’t fit their expectations. a sapphic love story between enid and wednesday would have enhanced the plot substantially and made it feel more fleshed out than a half assed love triangle with two white boys i can barley tell apart. i would take a focused story of these two girls falling for each other over the other one any day.

not to mention, wednesday did not really like tyler nor xavier. she only cared about herself and used them to get what she wanted/needed. and i love it for her! but why did they try to say she liked them! especially tyler! she had absolutely zero interest in him romantically. i honestly wanted to like it so bad but there was nothing between them to me. he clearly had feelings for her but she did not reciprocate them. on the other hand, i believe wednesday loves enid, if not proven by their hug. there was a solid chemistry between the two of them and while consistently shown in their em sections of the screen it was deliberate to me in a way i don’t think i can dissect right now having only watched once. but neither of their love interests had the chemistry they had with each other and i really wish they would’ve just gone with that story or head that direction next season.

i think i will probably watch the show again, i enjoyed it. i’ll enjoy reading analysis of it because i just love film analysis. i think the visuals were pretty (besides the hyde don’t even). and most of all jenna ortega’s take on wednesday addams was, in my lowly opinion, wonderfully executed, despite the writing and plot, i loved her and feel like she fit the part very well. watching her do her little dancey dance is mesmerizing and i’m in love with her.

i believe that’s all i have to say, i just had many many thoughts as i was watching and i really wanted to express them. thanks for reading if anyone did, this was a little nonsenish. i’d love to hear other opinions as well :)

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The couple had three children, but also a large number of grandchildren:

Loreza Hightower- she was Lady of Highgarden by marrying her cousin, Willas Tyrell. She was considered beautiful with long brown hair and bright eyes inherited from her paternal family. She is sweet and adventurous being a very pretended young woman, but her parents wanted a good marriage for her.

In 289 a. C., a marriage was negotiated between the heir of Highgarden, Willas Tyrell and Loreza, both were 15 years old when the agreement was signed and the girl undertook her journey to Altojardín where she was well received by her mother-in-law and aunt, Alerie Hightower and her mother-in-law, Olenna Redwyne. The wedding took place in 290 a. C., Willas treated his wife with respect whom he quickly fell in love with and Loreza loved him too.

Loreza gained the appreciation of her brothers-in-law, Garlan and Loras, but she had a tumultuous relationship with her sister-in-law Margaery, both had a certain rivalry and used to criticize each other. It wasn't until Margaery was engaged to Lord Jaime Lannister and had to leave for Casterly Rock, great news for Loreza that she only saw her sister-in-law on a few occasions.

In 310 a. C., her mother and her daughter, Jeyne, passed away, these deaths being a great blow to Loreza that she never recovered from the loss of her beloved mother and her little girl. In 311 a. C., her father-in-law Mace Tyrell and her father, Baelor Hightower, pass away, being another blow after the sudden death of her mother and daughter. Loreza and her husband become Lords of Highgarden. In the role of her as Mistress, she was an animal lover building some shelters, she also helped her husband with some problems in politics by achieving an alliance between the Tyrells and the Freys.

In the year 331 a. C., Willas Tyrell died after a hunting party and her death destroyed Loreza even more, plunging into a great depression for losing her parents, her husband and her young daughter, closing herself in herself. Two years later, Loreza, sick with tuberculosis, fearing for her life, and two months later, she died at the age of 59.

Willas Tyrell- He was Lord of Highgarden and Lord of the Domain at the death of his father, being considered a generous man and breeder of all kinds of animals.

He married Loreza Hightower, her maternal cousin, and he had a happy marriage with her, both of them very much in love with each other. Loreza was of great help to Willas with some alliances with other royal houses, among them the Freys.

Mace Tyrell passed away in 311 a. C., becoming Mace the new Dominion Lord. His lordship was called "kingdom of fauna" because of the breeding of hawks, horses and other animals that Willas and Loreza were raising. He also stood out for his commercial relations, reaching a peace with the Lannisters after the marriage of his sister, Margaery with Jaime Lannister.

In 331 a. C., after a hunting party with his sons, Willas' horse had a terrible fall and the man was left under the horse that broke several bones with the weight of him. He was rushed to his home where within hours he died from his injuries at 57 years of age and his wife, Loreza, would pass away just two years after he was buried together.

The couple had six children and only one would die in infancy:

Lady Alerie Tyrell, she was the second wife of Alyn Ambrose with whom she had three children. Five years later, she was widowed and married Lucas Tyrell, with whom she had two daughters.

Lord Lambelle Tyrell, was Lord of Highgarden after the death of his parents and also Counselor of the Edicts of King Rhaegar I Targaryen. He married Walda Frey "la Blanca" and they had two children.

Lord Donnel Tyrell was Lord Consort of the Blackcrown when he married Alysanne Bulwer and with her he had ten children, the first five of which bore the surname "Bulwer".

Olenna Tyrell, she was lady of the Arbor by marrying Horas Redwyne, her cousin whom she hated and they had no children. Olenna widowed in 319 a. C., and she married for the second time with the somewhat older Ronnet Connington being a better marriage and they had three children.

Elia Tyrell, was Septa of the Faith of the Seven in Antigua.

Jeyne Tyrell passed away in her childhood the same year as her grandmother, Elia Martell of her being buried alongside her in Oldtwon. 

Manfred Tyrell- He was Lord of the Oldtown after the death of his father. He was known as a Dornish-looking but very attractive young man, captivating many women who wished to marry his.

He married Desmera Redwyne in 299 a. C., both got along well even though there was no love between them, but Manfred always had his wife in mind for everything, being his great support both at work and in personal life. During her marriage she had a few lovers, but the most famous was Walda Frey "The Beauty" who was Walder Frey's great-granddaughter and she was with her for two years, but Walda was engaged to another man ending her romance.

Manfred kept in his protection some artists including painters, dancers, actors and writers achieving a cultural impact in the Domain. He was also known for his conflicts with the Faith over different religious issues such as the priests or the followers of the God R'hllor whom Manfred accepted into his court for a few years.

Manfred's life had a severe setback when in 320 a. C., her wife, Desmera Redwyne, died of an infection after cutting her hand with a hunting arrow. The death of her wife was (surprisingly) a severe blow to the Lord of the Lighthouse and he went so far as to tell Maester Normund Tyrell how much this death affected him, referring to her as "my sweet and brilliant Desmera." Thirteen years later, his older sister, Loreza, would die another hard blow for him.

Manfred Hightower would end up dying in 339 a. C., with 61 years of respiratory attacks in his bedroom. He was buried alongside his parents and his wife.

Desmera Redwyne- she was Lady of the Oldtown by marrying Manfred Hightower who was one of her distant cousins. The engagement was made in 297 a. C., and the wedding was celebrated two years later in Oldtown being a colorful ceremony. The couple liked each other from the first moment and had a great friendship, although they never became in love, but it is known that Manfred came to show affection to his wife.

Desmera did not get involved in the lordship of Oldtown only dedicating himself to gardening, sewing and her children who little by little were reaching the world. The lady of the Lighthouse was little known, but those closest to her describe her as charming, maternal and calm, even her husband described her as sweet and conciliatory being her shoulder to cry on.

Her life remained quiet until one day in 320 a. C., while she was in a hunting party with her husband and her children, Desmera was wounded with an arrow in her arm, bleeding a lot. The maesters looked for a way to help her by closing her wound, but her seams were badly done and she opened again bleeding more. In the end, Desmera Redwyne died that same year of a wound infection, at the age of 37. Her death was a severe blow to her children and to Manfred who did not remarry, keeping the memory of his wife and his best friend.

Desmera bore Manfred three healthy children:

Lord Garmond Hightower, was Lord of the Lighthouse, of the Port and defender of the Citadel at the death of his father. He married Janei Lannister three times, who gave him a daughter; He in second marriages with Jeyne Westerling without children and in third marriages with the widow Joyeuse Erenford with her he had two sons.

Lady Lily Hightower, married Martyn Lannister and with him she had a daughter, Rowena.

Lady Minisa Hightower, remained single, became elderly and was the caregiver of her nephews and great-nephews.

Addam Tyrell- she was the right hand of her older brother Manfred hers and a skilled banker managing to create her own bank, but it was sold after only three generations.

At first, he wanted to marry one of his cousins, Elinor or Alla Tyrell, but they were already engaged and his cousin Megga Tyrell remained, who was stout and unbearable singing, but he agreed to marry her because according to her uncle, Humfrey Hightower : "Fat women are more pleasant." The wedding took place in 300 a. C., being a bittersweet event and Megga tried to get the attention of her husband. On their wedding night, Addam admitted that he had enjoyed the company of his new wife and that he wanted to share a bed with her again soon.

Megga bore him a total of nine children and Addam especially loved her sons, while her wife loved her daughters more. Her favorite son was Galadon, to whom he inherited his bank and some jewels to his other children.

Addam watched his entire family die little by little starting with his mother and ending with his older brother, Manfred, to whom he was always attached. The deaths of her family were a severe blow, but she remained strong so as not to decay and perish. After the death of his parents, Addam visited his maternal relatives along with his family being united with his uncle Oberyn Martell who was very sorry for the death of his sister.

The visits were continuous, sometimes staying five months in Dorne. During one of these visits in 344 a. C., Addam did not realize that there was a rattlesnake in his bedroom and it bit his neck while he slept. The venom of the snake was lethal and Addam died in a matter of minutes, while they tried to save his life by dying at 60 years of age.

Megga Tyrell- she was Margaery Tyrell's companion when she traveled to Casterly Rock to marry Jaime Lannister. She shortly after she returned to the Highgarden where she married Addam Hightower.

Despite her robust appearance and less handsome than her other cousins, Addam Tyrell agreed to marry her because her other cousins ​​were engaged to marry in early 300 a. C., Megga became pregnant and gave birth to her first daughter, Lysa Tyrell.

The couple was very passionate enjoying both the bed and the flirtations, Megga continued to give him more children something that was well liked by her brother-in-law, Manfred Hightower to ensure the offspring of the Hightower House. Megga was not very motherly leaving her children in charge of wet nurses or nannies, but it is known that she had a soft spot for her daughters seeking good marriages or positions within the Targaryen court.

In 344 her husband Addam died after being bitten by a snake during a visit to Dorne. Megga became a wealthy widow and settled in a house near Highgarden where she spent her money on treats and gifts for her favorite grandchildren. Megga gained much more weight in those years and she could hardly get up being helped by her servants. One day in the year 364 a. C., Megga suffered several heart attacks that were getting stronger and stronger until her heart stopped, thus passing away that same year at 78 years of age.

The couple was very passionate and had nine children:

Lysa Hightower, was the wife of Ben Bushy to whom she bore a son, Baltasar Bushy.

Luthor Hightower, died during childhood of tuberculosis.

Galadon Hightower, was the second owner of Tower Bank inherited by his father. He married Talla Tarly and they had an only child.

Talisa Hightower, was a prostitute behind the back of her parents, but after being discovered she was forced to become a Septa.

Sarra Hightower, Septa of the Faith of the Seven in Antigua.

Melissa Hightower, married Victarion Greyjoy being his third wife and gave him four sons.

Mace Hightower, Maester, Astrologer, and Alchemist.

Alyssa Hightower, joined the Silent Sisters.

Victaria Hightower, married Edric Dayne and bore him four children.

Jonnel Hightower, died during adolescence after receiving a sword blow to the head.

La pareja tuvieron tres hijos, pero también una gran cantidad de nietos:

Loreza Hightower- Fue Señora de Altojardín al casarse con su primo, Willas Tyrell. Era considerada bella de largos cabellos castaños y ojos brillantes heredados de su familia paterna. Dulce y aventurera siendo una joven muy pretendida, pero sus padres querían un buen matrimonio para ella.

En 289 d. C., se negocio un matrimonio entre el heredero de Altojardín, Willas Tyrell y Loreza, ambos tenían 15 años de edad cuando se seño el acuerdo y la chica emprendió su viaje hacia Altojardín donde fue bien recibida por su suegra y tía, Alerie Hightower y la suegra de esta, Olenna Redwyne. La boda se celebro en 290 d. C., Willas trato con respeto a su esposa de la cual se enamoro rápidamente y Loreza también lo amo.

Loreza se gano el apreció de sus cuñados, Garlan y Loras, pero tuvo una relación tumultuosa con su cuñada Margaery, ambas tenían cierta rivalidad y solían criticarse. No fue hasta que Margaery fue comprometida con Lord Jaime Lannister y tuvo que partir a Roca Casterly, siendo una gran noticia para Loreza que solo veía a su cuñada en pocas ocasiones.

En 310 d. C., falleció su madre y su hija, Jeyne siendo estas muertes un gran golpe para Loreza que nunca se recupero de la perdida de su querida madre y su pequeñita. En 311 d. C., fallece su suegro Mace Tyrell y su padre, Baelor Hightower siendo otro duro golpe tras la repentina muerte de su madre e hija. Loreza  y su marido se convierten en Señores de Altojardín. En su papel como Señora fue una amante de los animales construyendo algunos refugios, también ayudo a su marido con algunos problemas en la política logrando una alianza entre los Tyrell y los Frey. 

En el año 331 d. C., falleció Willas Tyrell tras una partida de caza y su muerte destrozo aun mas a Loreza sumiéndose en una gran depresión por perder a sus padres, su marido y su hija pequeña, encerrándose en ella misma. Dos años después Loreza enfermo de tuberculosis temiéndose por su vida y dos meses después falleció a la edad de 59 años.

Willas Tyrell- Fue Señor de Altojardín y Señor del Dominio a la muerte de su padre, siendo considerado un hombre generoso y criador de todo tipo de animales.

Se caso con Loreza Hightower, su prima materna y con ella tuvo un matrimonio dichoso estando ambos muy enamorados el uno del otro. Loreza fue de gran ayuda para Willas con algunas alianzas con otras casas reales, entre ellas los Frey.

Mace Tyrell falleció en 311 d. C., convirtiéndose Mace en el nuevo Señor del Dominio. Su señorío fue llamo “reino de la fauna” por la crianza de halcones, caballos y otros animales que Willas y Loreza estuvieron criando. También se destaco por sus relaciones comerciales llegando una paz con los Lannister tras el casamiento de su hermana, Margaery con Jaime Lannister.

En 331 d. C., tras una partida de caza junto a sus hijos, el caballo de Willas tuvo una terrible caída y el hombre quedo abajo del caballo que le rompió varios huesos con su peso. Fue llevado rápidamente hasta su hogar donde en cuestión de horas falleció por sus heridas a los 57 años de edad y su esposa, Loreza fallecería solo dos años después que el siendo enterrados juntos.

La pareja tuvo seis hijos y solo uno fallecería durante la infancia:

Lady Alerie Tyrell, fue la segunda esposa de Alyn Ambrose con el cual tuvo tres hijos. Cinco años después enviuda y se casa con Lucas Tyrell con el cual tuvo dos hijas.

Lord Lambelle Tyrell, fue Señor de Altojardín tras la muerte de sus padres y también Consejero de los Edictos del rey Rhaegar I Targaryen. Se caso con Walda Frey “la Blanca” y tuvieron dos hijos.

Lord Donnel Tyrell fue Señor consorte de Corona Negra al casarse con Alysanne Bulwer y con ella tuvo diez hijos los cuales los cinco primeros portaron el apellido “Bulwer”.

Olenna Tyrell, fue Señora del Rejo al casarse con Horas Redwyne, su primo al cual odiaba y no tuvieron hijos. Olenna enviuda en 319 d. C., y se caso por segunda vez con el algo mayor Ronnet Connington siendo un mejor matrimonio y tuvieron tres hijos.

Elia Tyrell, fue Septa de la Fe de los Siete en Antigua.

Jeyne Tyrell falleció en la infancia el mismo año que su abuela, Elia Martell siendo enterrada junto a ella en Antigua.

Manfred Tyrell- Fue Señor del Faro tras la muerte de su padre. Era conocido como un joven de aspecto dorniense, pero muy atractivo cautivando a muchas mujeres que deseaban desposarse con el.

Se caso con Desmera Redwyne en 299 d. C., ambos se llevaron bien aun que no había amor entre ellos, pero Manfred siempre tuvo presente a su esposa para todo siendo su gran apoyo tanto en el trabajo como en la vida personal. Durante su matrimonio tuvo unas cuantas amantes, pero la mas famosa fue Walda Frey “La Bella” que era bisnieta de Walder Frey y con ella estuvo durante dos años, pero Walda fue comprometida con otro hombre acabando su romance.

Manfred mantuvo en su protección algunos artistas entre ellos pintores, bailarines, actores y escritores logrando un impacto cultural en el Dominio. También era conocido por sus conflictos con la Fe por distintos tema religiosos como los sacerdotes o los seguidores del Dios R'hllor a los cuales Manfred acepto en su corte por unos años.

La vida de Manfred tuvo un duro revés cuando en 320 d. C., falleció su esposa, Desmera Redwyne de una infección tras cortarse la mano con una flecha de caza. La muerte de su esposa fue (sorprendentemente) un duro golpe para el Señor del Faro y llego a decirle al maestre Normund Tyrell lo mucho que le afecto esta muerte refiriéndose a ella como “mi dulce y brillante Desmera”. Tan trece años después fallecería su hermana mayor, Loreza otro duro golpe para el.

Manfred Hightower acabaría falleciendo en 339 d. C., con 61 años de ataques respiratorios en su dormitorio. Fue enterrado junto a sus padres y su esposa.

Desmera Redwyne- Fue Señora del Faro al casarse con Manfred Hightower que era uno de sus primos lejanos. El compromiso se realizo en 297 d. C., y la boda se celebro dos años después en Antigua siendo una ceremonia colorida. La pareja se agrado desde el primer momento y tuvieron una gran amistad, aun que nunca llegaron a estar enamorados, pero se sabe que Manfred llegaba a darle muestras de cariño a su esposa.

Desmera no se involucro en el señorío de Antigua solo dedicándose a la jardinería, a la costura y a sus hijos que poco a poco iban llegando al mundo. La señora del Faro era poco conocida, pero sus mas cercanos la describen como encantadora, maternal y tranquila, incluso su marido la describió como dulce y conciliadora siendo su hombro en el que llorar.

Su vida siguió siendo tranquila hasta que un día del 320 d. C., mientras estaba en una partida de caza junto a su marido e hijos, Desmera fue herida con una flecha en su brazo sangrando mucho. Los maestres buscaron una forma de ayudarla cerrando la herida, pero las costuras fueron mal hechas y volvió abrirse sangrando mas. Al final Desmera Redwyne acabo muriendo ese mismo año de una infección por la herida, a los 37 años de edad. Su muerte fue un duro golpe para sus hijos y para Manfred que no se volvió a casar, manteniendo el recuerdo de su esposa y su mejor amiga.

Desmera le dio tres hijos sanos a Manfred:

Lord Garmond Hightower, fue Señor del Faro, del Puerto y defensor de la Ciudadela a la muerte de su padre. Se caso en tres ocasiones con Janei Lannister que le dio una hija; En segundas nupcias con Jeyne Westerling sin hijos y en terceras nupcias con la viuda Joyeuse Erenford con ella tuvo dos hijos varones.

Lady Lily Hightower, se caso con Martyn Lannister y con el tuvo una hija, Rowena.

Lady Minisa Hightower, permaneció soltera, llego a anciana y fue la cuidadora de sus sobrinos y sobrinos nietos.

Addam Tyrell- Fue la mano derecha de su hermano mayor Manfred y un experto banquero logrando crear su propio banco, pero este fue vendido tras solo tres generaciones.

En un principio quería casarse con una de sus primas, Elinor o Alla Tyrell, pero estas ya estaban comprometidas y quedaba su prima Megga Tyrell, que era corpulenta y de canto insoportable, pero accedió a casarse con ella por que según su tío, Humfrey Hightower: “Las gordas son mas placenteras”. La boda se celebro en 300 d. C., siendo un acontecimiento agridulce y Megga trataba de llamar la atención de su marido. En la noche de bodas Addam admitió que había disfrutado de la compañía de nueva esposa y que deseaba volver a compartir la cama con ella pronto.

Megga le dio un total de nueve hijos y Addam quiso especialmente a sus hijos, mientras que su esposa quiso mas a sus hijas. Su hijo favorito fue Galadon al cual le heredero su banco y a sus otros hijos algunas joyas.

Addam vio a toda su familia morir poco a poco empezando con su madre y finalizando con su hermano mayor, Manfred al cual siempre estuvo unido. Las muertes de su familia fueron un duro golpe, pero se mantuvo fuerte para no decaer y fallecer. Tras la muerte de sus padres, Addam visitaba a sus familiares maternos junto a su familia estando unido a su tío Oberyn Martell el cual estaba muy apenado por la muerte de su hermana. 

Las visitas fueron continuas permaneciendo a veces cinco meses en Dorne. Durante una de estas visitas en 344 d. C., Addam no se percato de que había una serpiente de cascabel en su alcoba y esta le mordió el cuello mientras dormía. El veneno de la serpiente fue letal y Addam falleció en cuestión de minutos, mientras le trataban de salvar la vida falleciendo con 60 años de edad.

Megga Tyrell- Fue dama de compañía de Margaery Tyrell cuando esta viajo a la Roca Casterly para casarse con Jaime Lannister. Poco después volvió a la Altojardín donde se caso con Addam Hightower.

Pesé a su aspecto robusto y menos agraciado que el de sus otras primas, Addam Tyrell accedió a casarse con ella por que sus otras primas estaban prometidas casándose a principios del 300 d. C.. La noche de bodas fue un éxito y Addam admitió que le gusto compartir el lecho con Megga. Durante la noche de bodas, Megga se quedo embarazada y dio a luz a su primera hija, Lysa Tyrell. 

La pareja fue muy apasionada disfrutando ambos la cama y los coqueteos, Megga siguió dándole mas hijos algo que era bien visto por su cuñado, Manfred Hightower para asegurar la descendencia de la Casa Hightower. Megga no fue muy maternal dejando a sus hijos a cargo de las nodrizas o niñeras, pero se sabe que tenía debilidad por sus hijas buscándoles buenos matrimonios o puestos dentro de la corte Targaryen.

En 344 falleció su esposo Addam tras ser mordido por una serpiente durante una visita hacia Dorne. Megga se convirtió en una viuda rica y se instalo en una casa cerca de Altojardín donde gastaba su dinero en caprichos y regalos para sus nietos favoritos. Megga engordo mucho mas en esos años y a penas podía levantarse siendo ayudada por sus criados. Un día del año 364 d. C., Megga sufrió varios ataques en el corazón que cada vez eran mas fuerte hasta que su corazón se detuvo falleciendo así ese mismo año con 78 años de edad.

La pareja fue muy apasionada y llegaron a tener nueve hijos:

Lysa Hightower, fue la esposa de Ben Bushy al cual le dio un hijo, Baltasar Bushy.

Luthor Hightower, falleció durante la infancia de tuberculosis.

Galadon Hightower, fue el segundo dueño del Banco Tower heredado por su padre. Se caso con Talla Tarly y tuvieron un unico hijo.

Talisa Hightower, fue una meretriz a espaldas de sus padres, pero tras ser descubierta fue obligada a convertirse en Septa.

Sarra Hightower, septa de la Fe de los Siete en Antigua.

Melissa Hightower, se caso con Victarion Greyjoy siendo su tercera esposa y le dio cuatro hijos varones.

Mace Hightower, maestre, astrologo y alquimista.

Alyssa Hightower, se unió a las Hermanas Silenciosas.

Victaria Hightower, se caso con Edric Dayne y le dio cuatro hijos.

Jonnel Hightower, falleció durante la adolescencia tras recibir un golpe de espada en la cabeza.

#elia martell #baelor hightower #loreza hightower #manfred hightower #addam hightower #desmera redwyne #Megga Tyrell #willas tyrell

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Scarecrow Week 2020 - Day 2: Jonathan Crane Meets The Addams Family

No beta we die like my motivation for anything and everything

Scarecrow Week 2020 - Day 2: Jonathan Crane Meets The Addams Family

Jonathan was excited, whether or not he showed it. A family deemed freakish by society, yet still possessing the healthiest family dynamic out of any media portrayal in existence, Jonathan has always loved the Addams family. And now to meet them in person? He was almost sure he was dreaming.

Although the family themselves seemed to hardly show any signs of fear, the terror they caused other people by simply being themselves left Jonathan in awe. They didn’t care what ’normal’ people thought of them. That, Jonathan especially admired. It was a trait he wished he’d learned at an earlier age.

At some point, Jonathan found out that he was to Wednesday and Pugsley what they were to him - fictional characters; not to mention, beloved fictional characters. Of course, the only media exposure they’ve had of him was from comics they’d stolen from other children during their times away from their home, but it seems that both Wednesday and Pugsley found him… cool. It made him feel appreciated. He liked the feeling. Jonathan gladly accepted the scalpel and hair pin presented to him, and tucked them into the pockets of his asylum uniform.

When it came to Morticia and Gomez, it took the usually composed Dr. Crane every ounce of his self control to not immediately start gushing over the two. They were the true epitome of a perfect romance, legends in their own right, and Jonathan was ecstatic. Time spent discussing horrors with the two and learning more about their eccentricities was, in Jonathan’s opinion, time well spent.

The time he spent with the Addams Family may have been short, but Jonathan held on to each and every memory he made. It was the one time he got to meet his heroes, even if he was sure it was in his head. Suddenly outside on an empty field, he contentedly drifted off to sleep, ready to once again face reality.

Next morning, he woke up to the sharp poke of a scalpel and hair pin in his pockets.

#ScarecrowWeek2020 #Day 2 #jonathan crane #scarecrow #the scarecrow

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Things that remind me of: Aphrodite

Time for Aphrodite! I love her! She's like my mum! I work with her and Ares alot, I would go as far as to say that she's my matron, along with Hekate. She's so wonderful, but also absolutely terrifying, my favourite epithet of hers is Aphrodite Epitumbidia, which means She Upon The Graves. Anyway, I'm rambling, this will also probably be long. I'm glad you guys like my dumbass thought process so much 😂

Getting butterflies in your stomach bc your crush/partner/spouse walks in and your brain stops working and you can't stop admiring them and their aura and the wonderful personality you know they have and you only thought is "oh my god I wanna kiss them."

When kids have dolls and they make intricate love triangles and dramas with them, where Barbie number 12 wants to marry Ken number 6 and Ken number 3 wants to marry her instead so he pushes 6 down the stairs so he can have 12 all to himself. (Why was that so specific? 😂)

Doing romantic things impulsively. Seeing your partners favourite flowers, or sweets, or anything that reminds you of them and immediately buying it, just because you think it will make them smile.

Best friend necklaces/bracelets/rings, etc. Aphrodite is platonic and familial love, as well as romantic and sexual.

When your best friend gets their heart broken and you clench your fists and bite your lip so hard you draw blood, when all you see is red and your chest is heaving with rage because HOW DARE THEY. And if asked later, if you were the one who slashed their tyres, you smile and say no. No one believes it, but there isn't any evidence. You only slashed 3 of them, so their insurance won't cover it.

Safe sex. Aphrodite does not like unsafe sex. She lived through the times where it wasn't safe, when love and lust gave those she blessed and adored illnesses that she wasn't allowed to save them from. It makes her so angry and hurt when the sex isn't safe, because it's just an extra few seconds to use a condom and confirm that they got tested recently and it was negative before losing yourself to passion.

Feeding the birds in the park.

Stalking your friend's crush and scaring everyone because "holy fuck, you were like 10 minutes, why do you know his middle name, hospital of birth, and his aunt's 4 divorced husband's names?"

The Addams Family. Gomez and Morticia's marriage is awesome, and their unconditional love for anyone with quirks, and their habit of adopting everyone who they like and see needs a family is what my experience with Aphrodite is like. She and Ares saved me.

PET NAMES. Darling. Love. Honey. Angel. Princess. Kitten. Dear. Sweetheart. Little One. Sweetie. Doll. Baby. Babe. Bambi. All other variations! They all remind me of her and I LOVE THEM.

Flirting. The game, the push and pull, the drawing so close your breath catches in your throat before pulling away with red cheeks. The tease and the dare between you of who will snap first and kiss the other.

Grief and rage. Getting cheated on and wanting to tear someone apart with your bare hands. They see Dite as a peaceful goddess, a silly love goddess. She is the goddess of rage and war as much as Ares is. So many wars have been started over love. I admire the fuck out of her, and her temper scares me.

Cute date nights. Matching teddy bears. Stealing their clothes and spraying their perfume or aftershave on it so you can keep at least that with you when they go.

Dying your hair candy floss pink, and absolutely loving it because YOU LOOK LIKE A MARSHMALLOW.

Looking in the mirror and feeling sad bc you feel too masculine and wondering how she could love you when you're not even a girl (in my case lmao, I'm nonbinary, or any guys who worship her) or you feel like she won't love you because you're a trans woman. And you can almost hear her scolding you in that soft, motherly tone because "excuse the fuck out of you, how dare you insult my beloved like that. You're my beloved and I wouldn't have chosen you or blessed you if I didn't love you, and your gender has nothing to do with it. You're always enough for me, and I will always love you." And now you're smiling and grinning in the mirror and maybe crying because she loves us all so much guys. Yes, I'm a little emotional and possibly crying, I fucking love her.

Belladonna plants. They're so pretty but could kill you. Very good metaphor for her.

Legally Blonde. That whole movie (and the musical) are fucking masterpieces and they scream Aphrodite.

Cuddling your friends!!!!! Building huge nests with blankets and pillows and curling up together with snacks and cocktails and having an amazing night.

Historical romance novels. I read them out loud to her and her candle goes crazy!

Sea shells!

Piercings and tattoos.

Dancing with someone. Even if there isn't music, just swaying and leaning against them and it feels magical.

Bubble baths! Bath bombs! Putting flowers in your baths!

Rosehip tea.

Cuddling with teddy bears and being all warm and feeling safe. (Yes I am 20 and still sleep with a bear, there is no shame in it).

Champagne, cheap stuff or fancy. Bubbly wine make my brain go WOOOOOOOOOOO.

Chinchillas. Idk why.

Seeing your friends after a while of being apart and you're hugging and swaying and everyone around you is like AW OMG THEY'RE SO CUTE

Being so close with your friends that they think you're dating.

The pink and purple colours the sky goes when the sun is setting.

Not as long as I wanted but I'm a little drunk and also, exhausted. I SEE MY FRIEND TOMORROW.

Hope you like it! I'm doing Hekate next!

#hellenic gods #hellenic witch #greek gods #paganism #greek mythology #hellenic deities #hellenic devotion #pagan #ares and aphrodite #aphrodite #venus #roman mythology #roman gods #cottage witch #witchcraft #grey witch #baby witch #death witch #fire witch #green witch #kitchen witch #storm witch #love witch

[slavichorror]

back to my manipulative daydream scenario where im a famous beloved actress working on a homoerotic thriller horror romance tv show that draws inspo from killing eve hannibal and the addams family that airs on hbo and film twitter goes crazy for me and makes fancams of me to meg the stallion songs

#i need a cigarette after typing this out #the delusion is unreal tonight

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Meet the Addams: An Adrien Addams Fanfic

Based on @awholelotofladybug ‘s awesome AU! Check it out! I do not own MLB or the AU.

They're creepy and they're kooky

Mysterious and spooky

They're all together ooky

Adrien's family!

It was a typical day at Francios Dupont College.  The students in Madame Bustier's class were gathering their belongings and supplies to begin the first lesson of the day.  Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the class representative, sat among her friends, chitchatting about trivial things.

All of the sudden, there came the sound of much squeaking and squealing coming from down the hallway that see,ed to grow louder and louder, accompanied by shrieks and screams of horror.  Before any of the class could figure out what was going on, in swept Adrien Addams, the exchange student from America, pale blonde, and wearing black from head to toe.  Under his feet was a hoard of wet, beady-eyed sewer rats, carrying him on their backs like a Greek God on a cloud.  A very creepy Greek god, on a very creepy cloud.

Almost everyone in the room cried in terror, climbing on top of their seats and desks avoid making contacts with the rats, should the vermin choose to scatter around the floor of the classroom.  Adrien stepped off the hoard of rats, as casually as stepping off the stairs.  "Merci, my little friends.  Au revoir!"  And with a wave of his hand, Adrien sent the mice scurrying back towards wherever they had come from.

Adrien noticed the strange looks from his classmates.  "What?  I couldn't get any bats to bring me in.  Daylight and all."  Alya frowned heavily.  "I know I've asked this a hundred times before, but...heck, I'll ask it again."  She turned to Marinette.  "Girl, what do you see in that guy?"  Marinette sighed dreamily, like a fangirl sighing at the image of her teen idol.  "I can't explain it, Alys.  There's just got something about him that makes me swoon."

"Cara mia!"  Adrien bounded up the steps to Marinette and took her by the hand, trailing kisses up her arm.  "I come here with wonderful news!"  Marinette smiled at yer boyfriend.  "What is it, mon cher?"  Adrien grinned.  "As ypu know, I have been an exchange student here for many months.  Sadly, that would make my time here temporary."

"Not temporary enough.", remarked a nasally, cynical voice.  It came from none other than Chloe Bourgeois, the daughter of the Mayor of Paris.  She couldn't stand Adrien Addams, and had made that clear from the day he showed up.  Everything about him, from his pale skin and dark clothes to his passion for all things dark and spooky, gave her the creeps.  She couldn't wait for him to go back to America and stop scaring her.

Adrien ignored her snide comment.  "But no need to cry, my darling!", he cooed to Marinette.  "I have spoken with my mother and father, and they tell me that instead of me returning to New York, the family shall instead join me in Paris, so that I may continue to study and mingle with all of you!"

There was a thump, and every head turned to where the noise had come from to see Chloe fallen on the floor on her side.  She looked terrified.  Her blue eyes had doubled in size, and one was twitching as she spoke, not daring to look anyone in the face.  "Your...your family is moving here?  To...To Paris?"

"Well, nothing's set in stone.", Adrien said. "They are still sort of on the fence about it. They first must find the right house before they even think moving the whole family here. Sadly, we can't find a company that can ship our beloved family home overseas. So they will only seriously consider the move if they find a house that meets our family standards. But I have high hopes."

"Oh, Adrien!  That's wonderful!", exclaimed Marinette.  "That means you'll get to stay here, right at my side."  Adrien grabbed his girlfriend, brought her to her feet, and dipped her, before locking his lips with her own.  Chloe watched the  happy couple through glaring, narrowed eyes, growling under her breath, so that no one but herself heard, "Over my dead body."

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"Yes, Mousier Addams.", said Mlle. Sophie Ranchi, filing through the documents, holding the phone against her ear by her shoulders to leave her hands free to sort. "I assure you, this is the best house on the market. Every family in Paris practically bidding on it." She paused and listened on the other end. "Oh, you want to see it first? I guess I understand that. I'll send you the address and meet you there for a tour first thing tomorrow morning. But you better be quick, before someone makes another offer."

She hung up, and kept shuffling through the documents. "They seem like lovely people.", she said to her assustant, Simon, as he handed her her morning coffee. "I hope they move in. But this is the last avaible house in Paris. If they don't snatch it up, I'm not sure how they can male the move." She started to sip her mocha as Simon tapped his chin and asked innocently, "What about that house up the hill? 29-16 Blacks Row?"

Sophie spit out her coffee in shock, then looked at him with wide eyes. "That old abandoned manor that's practically caving in on itself? Goodness, Simon, no! They'll never want that house! It looks like something out of a horror movie! Its even been rumored to be haunted! Almost everyone who's lived there has claimed to hear ghosts in the walls and eerie, unusual things happen in the empty rooms!"

She sighed as she set her coffee down. "I appreciate your input, Simon, but I gave up on that house a long time ago. No one's going to want to buy it. Heck, if I even try to sell it to the Addamses, I bet it would even dissuade them from moving here altogether!" Her alarm went off. "Time for my next showcase! Be a dear and send the address of the good house to Mousier Addams! His number's on the paper there!" And with that, she left the office.

Simon did as he was told and sent the right address to the number. "And...there!" He finished his work and quickly exited the office for his break. As soon as he closed the door behind him, two young ladies, one short with red hair and big glasses, the other blonde and menacing-looking, crawled out from under the desk.

"Come on, Sabrina! Before they get back!" The redhead sighed as she watched her friend/master sit in front of Sophie's computer and start typing on the keyboard. "Chloe, are you sure we should be doing this?" "Do you want Mousier, Dark and Spooky haunting our school until we graduate?", Chloe asked sarcastically as she typed up a new message to Mr. Addams.

Oops, wrong address. I really meant 29-16 Blacks Row. I promise, once you see it, you'll know whether or not you want to move to Paris.

With a scheming grin, Chloe then deleted the conversation so the miscommunication could not be corrected. "Its done." She rushed Sabrina out of the room, but stopped a moment to bask in her premature triumph. "Have a safe trip back to America, Addams." And she shut the door behind her and booked it out of there before she was caught.

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Chloe sat proudly in her desk the next day in class, secure in her victory, confident that this would be Adrien Addams's last day at Francois Dupont College. Marinette walked into class, saw the look on Chloe's face, amd recognized it instantly. "Chloe! I know that smirk! What did you do?"

Every eye in the room turned to Chloe, who smiled devlishly at her schoolmates. "I pulled a string or two...to make sure Adrien's family went to see the wrong house to buy." "Huh?", came Nino's response. "I sent them the wrong address from their realtor.", the blonde explained. "To that creepy old house up on the hill! I heard Sophie say that seeing it might make them decide not to move at all!"

Marinette gasped. "But that would mean...Adrien would have to go back to America!" "Exactly!", Chloe scoffed haughtily. "Now I don't need to worry about that little freak invading my perfect world!" Marinette looked as if she did not know whether to yell at Chloe or cry for her beloved.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, she was dipped by a pair of arms, a pair of lips pressed firmly against her own. Adrien pulled back with a wide grin. His romancing made Marinette forget her sorrows for a moment, forget that she would soon lose him forever, thanks to Chloe. "Well, someone's in a good mood."

"For good reason, my darling!", he said, pulling her back to her feet. "I come here with wonderful news! Mother and Father have found the perfect house to reside here in Paris!" Chloe jerked upright. "Wait, what?" Adrien nodded. "Yes! 29-16 Blacks Row!" Alya blinked. "The creepy old house on the hill! No one wants that house!"

"Its hideous!", cried Max. "Its horrible!", exclaimed Rose. "I heard that it's even haunted!", said Nathaniel with a shudder. Adrien faced them all with a beaming smile. "I know! Its almost as if it was made to be our home! Mother and Father adored it from first glance!" Everyone looked at Adrien like he was crazy. Then again, they all already sort of thought that.

Slowly, but surely, Marinette's lips formed a smile. "Wait...if your parents found a house, does that mean..." He faced her with a grin. "Oui, my darling! We shall remain together in Paris after all! My parents are in the principal's office right now, signing the paperwork to permanently enroll me in this school!" Marinette beamed from ear to ear. "Oh, Adrien! I'm so happy!" She boldly kissed him on the lips.

Ivan stood up. "Wait a minute...I don't wanna interrupt your moment, but let me get this straight...your parents actually liked the creepy house?" "Indeed, we did!", said someone with a thick Italian accent. Every head turned in the direction of the doorway. In stepped two people.

One was a man of short stature and roundish build. He wore a navy blue-and-white pinstriped suit, under a crisp white shirt with a red tie, with a tiny gold knife of some sort sliced through the material in the center. His black hair was parted in the center, his tiny mustache curling with his wide smile, that had something in it that sent chills up and down one's spine.

The other was a woman, tall and slender, so slender, in fact, that the outline of her skeleton could be seen poking from underneath her skin. And that skin! It was whiter than the first snow of winter. Her dress, clinging tightly to her body as if sucking on it, the neckline plummeting all the way just around her breasts, the skirt pooling around her feet, was as deadly black as her long, shiny raven tresses that flowed smoothly around her shoulders. Even her eyes and lips were as black as a starless night.

Adrien faced the two proudly, giving them firm hugs. He then faced his classmates, seemingly oblivious to their shellshocked expression. "Everyone! Meet my dear parents! Mousier and Madame Addams." Mousier Addams stepped up to Mme. Bustier with a creepy grin. The poor schoolteacher looked like she wasn't sure whether to cower or greet the man. Finally, she stuttered out, "Greetings. So...you're Adrien's father?"

"Gomez Addams, in the flesh, miss!", he confirmed, taking her by the hand shaking it with energy and enthusiasm. His voice was laced with a thick Italian accent. "I thought we could take the opportunity to meet all of Adrien's little friends!" He looked towards the second row. "Hark! What is that I see? In the pigtails? Is that the exquisite young lady who has stolen my boy's heart? Marinette!"

Marinette looked at Alya, uncertain how to react, until Madame Addams called to her, "Come on down, so we can properly meet the girl who has enchanted our dear son." Her tone was low, slow, and smooth, like she was trying to seduce everyone she spoke to. Marinette rose from her seat and walked down the steps in front of Mme. Addams, who examined her with a critical eye. Finally, she gave a firm nod and said, "You are quite an attractive young lady."

Marinette smiled, a little more at ease. "Merci becoup, Madame Addams." "Oh, darling,", said the woman, taking Marinette's hand in one of her own and giving it a gentle pat on the back with her free one. "You are dating my son. We're practically family now. No need for such formalities. Call me Morticia."

"Morticia?", piped up Juleka, giving the pale woman an odd look, glancing back and forth between her and Rose. "Your name is Morticia? Like...mortician?" "That is correct, dear." Marinette smiled. "Goodness, your...your hands are...very cold." "Super pale, black lips, cold hands...", Kim trailed off, then looked at Adrien. "Dude, is your mom dead? Like, the living dead?" Morticia smiled. "If only, child. If only."

She looked down at Marinette. "I heard you're quite smitten with my boy. He's told me all about you. Hoiw you followed him everywhere after you first met, how you kept his shedule in your own, how you plastered pictures of him all over your walls..." Marinette flushed in humiliation. "Madame, I can explain..." To her surprise, Morticia smiled at her. "Its utterly charming! Reminds me of how I acted when I first met my darling Gomez! You're a keeper!"

"Ah, yes!", exclaimed Gomez. "I remember when I first found out you were clipping off pieces of my hair to keep in a little box! How you planned to perform a voodoo ritual to make me lust after you." Morticia smiled as she went up to her husband. "Well, turns out there was no need." "Yes...", Gomez purred lovingly. "The moment I found your shrine with my toenail clippings that you had stolen from my home, I knew that you were the one for me."

"Did he say toenail clippings?", squeaked Mylene uncomfortably. Adrien nodded, seemingly unnerved by his parents' so-called "love story". Alya gaped at Gomez and Morticia, lost in each other's dark, soulless eyes, then looked back at Adrien, pointing to his mother and father. "These are your parents?" Adrien nodded again. Alya gave a deadpan look. "Well, there's that mystery solved."

"Hiya, kiddos!" In walked a tall, chubby man with a bald head and big nose, wearing a dark overcoat. His voice was squawky, like that of a parrot. "Ah! My brother, Fester!", announced Gomez. He walked over and threw an arm around his brother. "These are friends of Adrien's!" "Ooh, friends!", cried Fester. "I made some new friends in Paris, too! Look!"

He opened up his coat, and a huge murder of black ravens flew out, spreading their wings and flying towards the students, cawing and shrieking as the kids screamed in fright. One of them perched itself on top of Chloe's head, tangling it's talons in to her blond hair, and started pecking away at her forehead. "Aw, that means she likes you!", said Fester.

"That's my boy!" In walked a short, fat woman, with sickly yellow skin and mismatched eyes. The right one was a normal dark brown, while the other one was translucent, like it was blind. Her mud-brown clothes were ragged and tattered, her gray-white hair was a tangled, matted mess all around her shoulders, and her strange beaded necklace jangled around her thick neck, shining like the sweat on her long, witch-like nose.

"Mama!", cried Fester. "Everyone, meet Grandma Addams!", Gomez declared, gesturing towards his mother. "The heart and soul of our family." "Grandma,", said Morticia. "Come meet Marinette. Adrien's girlfriend." "Ah, yes!", cried Grandma, in her thick Italian accent, identical to Gomez's. "The future Mrs. Adrien Addams!" Marinette blushed deeply at that.

Grandma hobbled over to the teenage girl and looked closely at her slender figure. "Oooh, but she's awfully skinny! No good for popping out babies!" Marinette's whole face turned red. Grandma reached into her floral carpet bafg and pulled out a covered plate. "I have the cure for that." She pulled back the tinfoil to reveal a pile of golden-brown cookies. "My speciality! One for each of you!"

"Sweet!", Nino said , grabbing one and taking a big bite. Kim and Max came over and took some, too. Max had an intriqued look on his face as he sampled the flavor. "Moist, chewy cookies...hint of dark chocolate..." He crunched his teeth on something. "There's something crunchy...can't place the flavor." "Me, neither.", said Nino. "Is it nougat? Peanut?" Grandma smiled. "Oh, those must be the beetles."

All at once, the boys stopped mid-chew to stare at Grandma with wide, hollow eyes. "Beetles?" Their eyes cast downwards to the little black chunks in the cookies that they had assumed were chocolate chips. Not that they were looking more closely, they could see the little legs and spots of blood from where they had been bitten.

All three bits screamed in horror and disgust, spitting the remains of cookie out of their mouth and wiping the crumbs from their tongues. Marinette noticed Grandma holding the plate out towards her with an expectant look. As politely as she could muster, she said, "Um...no, thank you, Madame. I...don't want to spoil my appetite for supper."

"Hello." Everyone jumped as they noticed how a little girl had mysteriously appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, at front of the classroom, wearing a blank resting face. She had on a dark-colored dress and pitch-black hair arranged in twin braids draped over her shoulders. "Wednesday! My little sister!", Adrien exclaimed fondly. He noticed the strange unknown object wrapped in a white shroud that she held in her arms. "And what do you have there?"

"I found it on the curb outside the school.", she said in a creepy monotone, like one of those eerie twin girls in The Shining movie. "It was run over. Squished beyond recognition." She turned to her mother. "Can I keep it?" The class looked disturbed. "Uh...what are you gonna do with roadkill?" Wednesday turned her emotionless gaze in his direction, and Nathaniel felt a chill go through him. "Bring him back to life." Nate gulped. "I'd ask how, but something tells me I don't wanna know."

Marinette approached the little girl. "Bonjour. My name's Marinette." She touched one of Wednesday's braids, noticing how the ends had been tied into slim loops. "I like what you've done with your hair." "Thank you.", said Wednesday, monotone still in tact. "I drew inspiration for the style from the nooses they used to hang people for witchcraft in the seventeenth century." A disturbed expression flashed across Marinette's face, but she quickly replaced it with an anxious smile. "Oh...that's so...creative. Never would have thought of that. How original."

"Now, Wednesday,", tsked Morticia. "We already have a pet. Remember? Kitty?" "Oh, did you bring Kitty to Paris, Mother?", asked Adrien giddily, like a child getting a puppy for Christmas. "Indeed!", said Gomez pulling out his phone. "If you want to talk to him, I have his intercom." He dialed a number. "Kitty! Adrien's here!" Adrien took the phone from his father and put it on speaker. "How is our little sweetums?"

Seconds later, the room was filled with the sound of a wild roar, the ferocious sound echoing off the walls and sending almost everyone into shock. Everyone who wasn't an Addams looked stunned. "Was that a lion?", asked Nino. Adrien nodded. "I know that roar! He missed me! Don't worry, I'll see you soon, Kitty." As soon as he hung up the phone, there was a BOOM coming from down the hall.

Everyone went running to the source to see smoke wafting from the science laboratory. The door had been blown clean off, the wood black and burnt in most places. Seconds later, Mlle. Mendelivez staggered out if the smog, her purple hair and white lab coat singed, her face covered in ash, her glasses cracked and broken over her wide, terrified eyes.

Seconds after that, out walked a pudgy little boy, as casually as could be, wearing a red-and-white striped short and little black shorts, the space around his bellybutton exposed. He slipped his goggles over his hair, atop his short blond hair, and looked up at the science teacher with dark, devilishly-gleeful eyes with dark bags underneath. "Nice workin' with ya, lady."

"Pugsly!" The boy looked in the direction of his family. "What did your father and I say about blowing things up for fun?", asked Morticia sternly. Pugsly sighed. "Only do it at home." "Exactly!", said Gomez sharply, earning him strange and surprised looks from the others. "Sorry, Pop.", said Pugsly. "This ol' hag didn't believe I could make a grenade from some hay, carbon monoxide, and an old thermos. I had to put her in her place." Gomez looked at the principal. "We shall cover the damages." Poor Damocles was in such a state of shock, he could only nod as his mouth hung open, still gaping at the scene.

"Eeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhh!" All heads turned to the school entrance. Students and teachers screamed in terror, scattering away like frightened chickens from the ten-foot-tall, sickly-green-skinned man stomping slowly through the doorway. He had a dead face on, bolts on his neck, and staggered with each step like a zombie. He looked , sounded and acted like he had stepped right from the pages of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.

Before anyone could really panic, a young woman walked to his side. Unlike the last few people who had appeared, she looked completely normal. No ghostly pale skin, no scars, no bald spots, no extra limbs, nothing strange about her at all. Just an average middle-aged woman wearing glasses, her dark hair pulled back into a bun with one strand of her bangs dyed bright red. "Lurch says its time to go. We still need to enroll Wednesday and Pugsly at their respective schools."

"Oh, of course!", exclaimed Gomez, heading towards the stairs. "Family! We must be off!" Morticia kissed Adrien on the head before following her husband. "Supper is at six, my little tarantula. We're having your favorite. Black beans and brew." Alix gave her a funny look. "Uh...don't you mean beans and stew?" Morticia shook her head. "No. We're having witches' brew. We found the perfect coven to get it from, right here in France."

The entire class watched as Adrien watched goodbye to his creepy, kooky, mysterious, spooky, all-together ooky family as they slithered away like a nest of slippery snakes out the doorway of the school. Chloe frowned deeply. Her plan to send Adrien packing had backfired spectacularly. Now she would have to out up with not only him, but his insane family as well.

Marinette tried to lighten her friends' spooked moods with a nervous laugh. "Well...they seem nice. In their own way." Nino smirked. "One thing's for sure. Now that the whole Addams clan is on the scene, things are gonna be a whole lot more interestin'!"

So grab a witch's shawl on,

A broomstick you can crawl on,

Its time to pay a call on

Adrien's family!