Anymore headcanons for the Artist Family? Are they rich and classy like the Addams?
They make a ton of money off of Marinette’s commissions, Marc/Nath’s VERY detailed gothic graphic novels, Juleka and Rose playing music at funerals, and Alix’s demolition business
The converted funeral home they live in is spacious and could be mistaken for a mansion
Rich people dining! Five chandeliers in the dining room, black as night table with thirteen candelabra made from ashes found in the embalming room, old caskets converted into cabinets, doilies spun by spiders, and a tigers head hanging on the wall
One of their Kwamis, I’m thinking Screech, takes a human form and drives them around in their car, a 1940 LaSalle Meteor Hearse
One of the teachers fainted when they came to school in that
Juleka: They’re clearly jealous.
Alix: Yeah! Not everyone gets to carry around the dead wherever they go!
There’s a ton of rooms in the house
The crematorium has been converted into a dungeon filled with vintage weapons they bought from museums
Marinette: How much for the battle axe?
Museum Director: Excuse me? I’m afraid these aren’t for sale.
Marinette: *Pulls out a massive wad of cash* Let’s try this again, shall we?
They gladly donate stacks of cash to local museums with torture and Black Plague exhibits. There’s even a couple of wings named after them
The embalming room stays, because who doesn’t enjoy a good embalming room?
Their closets are filled with 17/18th century gothic and modern gothic outfits
Marc and Nathaniel rent out the catacombs once in a while when they’re on dates
Nathaniel: Look at you. Midnight, candle light, surrounded by death.
*An explosion cuts them off as they’re about to kiss*
Marc: One home, the six of us, and so many windows.
Rose and Juleka do the same but with cemeteries
Juleka: It’s shame we can’t watch the departed decompose above ground.
Rose: *Pulls out a shovel* Wanna watch now?
Learning about their wealth, Lila tries to kiss up to them by boasting about being related to H.P. Lovecraft. That didn’t end well
Nathaniel: The man is a notorious white supremacist. (Look it up)
She tried again
Lili: I-I meant I was related to Edgar Allen Poe! You see, he’s my great, great grandfather, and I actually dabble in a little poetry myself.
Marc: Poe had no children.
Marinette: But if you were his descendant, you would have an extra row of teeth or a tail, or you aren’t able to taste salt.
Lili: Excuse me?!
Marinette: One word. Incest.
Lila: You’re one to talk! Your brothers are dating each other! And so are your sisters!
Alix: We all just happened to choose the same last name. None of us are related by blood, that’s just be gross, Lila.
Gabriel, having heard of the Artist’s wealth and influence from one of Lila’s tantrums, tries to take Marinette under his wing, maybe convince her to get a museum to name the historical fashion exhibits after the Agrestes
Marinette: I would rather wear pastels than work for a man who hires a leech with no professionalism, regard for personal space, and no understanding of the word ‘no’.
Gabriel asks forces Adrien to be friends with the six of them
Adrien: Hey guys-
Marinette: Your father sent you to befriend us and increase his wealth?
Adrien: *Ashamed* Yes.
For the Artists, this means war. And they never lose
They send Adrien back to the mansion looking like a Cyber Goth (He requested the look) Nathalie nearly had a heart attack and Gabriel fainted
Adrien’s new look starts a Cyber Goth fashion trend which the Artists are loving. (They accept all types of gothic fashion)
Lila would rather puke than wear those outfits, but Gabriel needs to appeal to the market by showing off his new (reluctantly made) cyber goth line. She’s expected to wear the outfits all day until a new trend comes along.
One day at a photo shoot, she confronts Adrien and threatens him to start a “more fashionable trend” (Knowing her, it’s just a bunch of burnt orange and rompers) or she’ll have his father take him out of school
Unbeknownst to her, Adrien “accidentally” left his phone on a livestream. Everyone heard her calling goths freaks, demented, mental patients, and a bunch of other anti-goth stuff. Thus ended Lila’s modeling career
Akuma, goths join the fight, Lila exposed, all is well
Aftermath: The Artists won the war. Gabriel faints agin. Lila is a pariah. And Adrien switches from Cyber to Pastel Goth which Marinette’s dark little heart can’t resist
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mis queridos sounds extremely sweet..
ah yes...mis queridos is where i jot down random ideas that are only a few paragraphs long. most of them are snippets of conversation or some line or joke that i want to include in a fic at some point in time without knowing exactly where it belongs. i just added this to it the other day, this actually belongs in the “SWT ZUKO” wip but i had to type it in the mop closet at work before it slipped out of my mind so i didn’t realize i put it here lmao
Often when they slept in the Fire Nation, Sokka would get too hot and untangle himself from Zuko’s limbs in the middle of the night. They would wake up nose to nose, hands clasped in between them, a closed set of parentheses curved into each other.
That’s how they are when Zuko wakes up the morning after Sokka’s nightmare. In all reality, there isn’t a significant difference in the amount of space between them now. Their noses aren’t touching, but they’re still very close, close enough that Zuko can use his eyes to trace the all too familiar map of freckles on Sokka’s skin. Yet somehow, the distance feels huge, as if the parentheses are filled, now creating some barrier that he can’t seem to cross— months of unsent letters and thoughts that he pushed down so far he never got to put them into words. His fingers twitch on Sokka’s bed, as if begging to reach forward and touch Sokka— his face, his hair, his jaw, his hand. He clenches them into a fist, then rolls onto his back before Sokka can catch him staring. He’s self aware enough to recognize when he’s being pathetic.
He climbs out of bed, gently making his side of the bed the side of Sokka’s bed that Sokka let him sleep on. He turns away and thinks he hears something— maybe Sokka waking up, missing Zuko’s presence, or perhaps he’s making some noise of protest at Zuko leaving him. Agni knows how many times those disappointed hums successfully convinced Zuko into skipping his morning meditation and climbing back into bed. But when he turns to watch Sokka, it looks as if he’s still in deep sleep, and Zuko sighs, adding it to the list of things that he needs to stop imagining from Sokka.
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