#nightshade gets bitter

[bees-in-the-machine]

I gotta say, don't eat little green tomatoes or green potatoes. If you have no choice because your potatoes were sunned and are now a bit green, be very generous when removing the green parts. The solanine can penetrate deeper than the chlorophyll. I really don't recommend all this.

I'm having a time.

Bad stomach aches, and headaches. My throat, mouth, and ears are strangely warm and my extremities are strangely cold. I'm slightly dizzy and confused. I am unusually thirsty and need to pee a bunch. Some increased joint pain maybe. Maybe increased sensitivity to spicy food. The stomach pain is familiar from when I last tried green potatoes. It's a distinctive solanine pain.

Also, I hallucinated the sound of my mother opening the front door, saying my name, and then shutting it. Even though she is currently in quarantine and there's no other evidence that she visited.

I'll probably be fine in a few days. I'll drink plenty of electrolytes and water. There's no other treatment. I'm confident it will pass since the latency was on the order of 24-36h from ingesting the tiny green tomatoes.

#text post #psa #i din't know the small green tomaters weren't safe #i wonder how the plant deacivates the solanine as the fruit matures #I only had 6 of them. they were bitter and sour but I am used to wild fruit so it didn't bother me #I also ate them over 3 days and started getting symptoms on day 2 but didn't connect the dots #beware the nightshade family and treat it with respect #they are tasty and very good and we have the bioengineering of indigenous peoples of south america to thank

[bonefall]

what poison/s were used in riverstar's heir at moth's celebration and when bright and flowerstar ate together? suggestion (if you hadn't decided yet): Monkshood/Aconite/Wolfsbane (Aconitum napellus) its a VERY poisonous plant native to the uk and europe, lethal with both ingestion and body contact and has historical use in killing and murder. symptoms appear quickly and death often comes in only a few hours; its a shame it wasn't used in canon lmao

Oh symptoms don't just appear quickly-- Aconite's name is said to be ancient Greek for "Without Dust." That refers to how aconite kills SO quickly that you will not even kick up dust in your death struggle. Death coming in a few hours is from the minimum deadly dosage, any good assassin worth their salt would use more (and take care to mask its bitter taste, it's not a subtle flavor like cyanide is.)

Forget "deathberries." Yew is nothing next to aconite.

Yew's deadly compound, taxine, acts by stopping your heart. Yawn. Aconite targets your heart, liver, kidneys, AND brain all at the same time. It's so potent that handling young roots will make your hands go numb. Only 2 miligrams of the deadly compound, aconitine, is a fatal dose in a human being; a single grain of rice weighs 20 miligrams.

Anon, my friend, you undersold aconite. It's not just a very poisonous plant in Europe, aconitine is top 5 deadliest poisons period. Members of the aconite family are widespread through the northern hemisphere-- indigenous Alaskan people have used it to hunt whales for tens of thousands of years. Its toxic properties break down within 24 hours, leaving the meat completely safe to eat.

So naturally, suggestion accepted. This is going to be SICK.

Especially since no one will be able to tell what happened. It looks like every major poison because it is. You might assume it was some kind of toxic cocktail from the symptoms. Convulsions, rapid heartrate, vomiting, numbness. It looks like yew, nightshade, and bryony all at once.

It'll be very easy for Bright Whisker to survive this and shake off suspicion simply by poisoning herself with a small amount of something else. If I go with Maple Whisker being a sibling instead of a cousin, I could have her simply join their meal a little late and realize that her mouth feels numb, just as everyone else enters convulsions, so she spits it out.

(Autism win! Avoided a poisoning because texture bad! Maybe she was waiting for the food to cool down too lmao)

And LASTLY... Aconite is Wolf's Bane. I think this is a really cool place to see the earliest incarnation of the Wolf Motif that will later show up in Bluestar's family. It tickles my brain a bit to think of Flowerstar somehow having the "hood" shape of the flower, and then she loses her first life in her gambit to poison the wolf among sheep.

I also had a stroke of inspiration and had an idea for one of the BB!DOTC cats, too. Dappled Pelt gets massively neglected in canon, imo, and I could set up the wolf thing even earlier. African Wild Dog time (painted wolf.)

#better bones au #bone babble #riverstar's heir #BB!Maplewhisker #BB!Brightwhisker #BB!Flowerstar #tw poison #cw poison #aconite

[streaminn]

"hey Edwin!" a classmate calls out just as Wednesday passes the entrance to a classroom. "out of the nightshades, who would you date?"

Wednesday pauses and steps out of view.

Enid tilts his head. "Huh?"

Boy one shrugs, throwing an arm over the confused blond's shoulder. "Cmonn, i know that you've been getting all familiar with them! You have more of a chance than any of us."

If it was even possible Enid looked all the more puzzled. Wednesday knew that if this was those films Enid would insist on watching that he would have a question mark hovering over his head.

"A chance to what?" he wonders, scratching at his neck. "to go on a date?"

Boy two nods, his fists balled into fists as he leant onto Enid's space. "yes! You know how the nightshades are, they have some of the popular girls in the whole of nevermore!"

"And the prettiest," one adds in. "so cmon! who would you date?"

"uhm," Enid starts before giving a smile. "Wednesday! Never not a heartracing moment with her."

Wednesday stares and if she presses herself a bit deeper into the wall, that's for her to know. Her dead heart seems to finally pulse and her grip on her backpack straps are tight as her mind races at his words.

"Huh?" Tweedledumb reacts. "Addams? Isn't she crazy or something!?"

Enid gives him a sour look, shrugging him off his shoulder and shoving his hands onto his pockets. "Don't disrespect her like that."

"relax guard dog, we just want to know why." Tweedledee raises his hands as he asks the question that Wednesday herself wonders. "She's too sharp for my tastes, all bones and knives. I just know that if I hug her I'll get stabbed."

Tweedledumb nods. "She's weird man, and not the hermit kind! i meant she could kill you in your sleep and you should be worried kind."

It was..

He wasn't wrong.

In all her years in Nevermore, Wednesday is aware that her upbringing and deposition can be unlikable. This was exactly what she wanted but with the added element of Enid...

It left a bitter taste in her mouth at the possibility of-

"So what?" Enid snaps back, his voice so strong that it shattered her train of thought. "It's what makes Wednesday wednesday and i wouldn't have it any other way."

Oh.

Wednesday turned on her heel and begun to walk away.

Damn this boy.

Damn him and his earnesty.

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Enid passes as a guy in this au! since this is wednesday's pov, she's seen with he/him for au reasons :^D

#she's the man au #wenclair #writing

[audreyscribes]

I had a thought after reading your Child of Hera demigod hcs, I feel like Hebe would take her demigod half-sibling to the Garden of Hesperides to protect them from Lamia, what do you think?

Aforementioned Child of Hera Headcanons: [LINK]

I think it could work but there are a few things to consider if you want this to work within the PJO universe and ‘canon’ plotline: 

PRE-(SECOND) TITAN WAR: I don’t think it would work as well as you might think in this timeline as the canon plot of the entire Percy Jackson and the Olympian series starts. This is because in the 3rd book “The Titan’s Curse”, we see the Garden of Hesperides; where Zoe Nightshade and Percy have to get past the garden and the Hesperides and Ladon to get to Annabeth, Artemis, and fight Atlas. I could see it being a plot point where if Hebe did indeed take Hera-Demigod to the Garden, where its all good for a bit, but until the wars begins to form and either the Hera-demigod is threatened by the Titans and Luke; either manipulated to join them against the gods, kidnapped and held hostage, and etc. It could be another plot point adding in that Luke would notice the Hera-demigod when he went to pick the golden apples from the quest by Hermes. He would be surprised like anyone that Hera would have a demigod but also furious/jealous that why does the Hera-demigod get to be taken by their godly sibling and sheltered in the Garden of Hesperides from the monsters while everyone other demigod is forgotten and left to fight/die by the monsters. I can also see this being used as fuel for Luke to convince the unclaimed demigods about how unfair the gods are and potentially, make the other children angry at the gods and the Hera-demigod for the clear favouritism. The children of Hebe, those who were unclaimed then and those later would still feel bitter at Hebe and Hera-demigod even more-so. If the Hera-demigod hasn’t run-away due to the dangers and Lamia hot on her heels after learning after her location from the war, I can see the child of Hera either being a quest to be rescued and escorted to camp or where they have to fight their way to safety to either camps. The Hesperides would’ve been forced to let go the child of Hera from their protection and care either by Atlas, Luke, the Titan army, etc, either way. 

POST TITAN WAR: The part where the children of Hebe being bitter at Hebe and the Hera-demigod would still be relevant; regardless Hebe brought her mortal sibling on her own accord or on the command of Hera. Cause, regardless of the time it takes place, the animosity would still apply. There’s also the addition that while the child of Hera may not be officially part of the “Big Three”, they’re still around that level and just as dangerous and powerful. So there’s a big plot point of why the Hera-demigod is allowed to be sheltered at the Garden and being the exception and everyone’s emotions to it. However long they may be there for, they can’t stay there forever. Whether it’s because of the age and the Garden unable to protect them much longer, the Titans, or what have you, they still have to get to Camp to properly learn, be safe, and most importantly, be able to live. Even Lupa couldn’t/wouldn’t keep any of the child Demigods in their care for that long before they have to set foot outside. So again with the Quest thing where certain heroes have to rescue/escort the Hera-demigod to Camp, facing Lamia, and etc. There’s also the whole thing to consider where they were for the whole Second Giant War; especially with the whole involvement of Hera/Juno with Percy and Jason, Frank Zhang and his life tied to the stick of wood, etc etc.

Overall, it’s a good premise and opens up to a lot of fanfic if people ever so desired to write it. If I was in a position to write a long fanfic about it, I would go about it either way. The Hera-demigod would still function as a hero that Hera would have to use in her quests and stuff, so I don’t think keeping them in the Garden could be a long term thing anyways. There’s also the addition that the child of Hera won’t be alone in either pre- or post-titan war; because if Zoe Nightshade is added in as one of the Hesperides, then I don’t see why not have another Hesperides around that goes on to accompany/protect the Hera-demigod because they got attached. There are a whole lists of variations of the named Hesperides and how many they are, so you have your pick of names.

Thanks for the lovely idea and the ask!

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[nothingbettertodotoday]

Xavier Thorpe x reader (y/n)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 

Warnings; drinking, mentions death, tiny bit of smut

Word count: 984

Author notes: aghh i really struggled with this part! I am unfortunately back to work tomorrow so will have to slow down on posting:( Once again thank you for all the love on the last few parts, hope you enjoy this one!<3

Summary: You are a poltergeist with the powers of invisibility (cloaking), levitation and pyrotechnics. You and Xavier attended a secret nightshade party together, resulting in your first kiss.  

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You and Xavier headed back to the party, his jacket still wrapped around you and his arm pulled around your waist. When you returned to the party spin the bottle had broken up, everyone was now dotted around the room dancing to whatever loud music was playing. You two joined the group and danced for a while, Xavier occasionally grabbed your hips and swayed you back and forth, pulling you closer to him. Every moment his lips were near your neck sent shivers down your spine, you could feel his breath tickle you, the boy knew he was driving you crazy, and knew he barely had to try to succeed.

You pulled away after a while to get yourself another drink, at the main table you were greeted by Bianca, who was being surprisingly kind to you, she complimented your outfit and even asked if you were enjoying yourself. As Bianca left the table to join the group you reached for her arm to pull her back, “Bianca, I don't know the details, but I’m sorry”, you shifted your head towards Xavier. 

Bianca let out a small laugh, “Honestly, I don't care, just don't come running to me if you ever need dating advice.” Bianca left you to your thoughts after giving you a sad smile, you could tell she was hurt, but not bitter which you appreciated.

The party started to die down in the early hours of the morning, everyone had far too much to drink, yourself included. Xavier offered to walk you back to the dorm, although at this point he might have well been carrying you. “Come on gorgeous, let's get you in bed.” Xavier whispered into your ear as he walked you out.

Xavier and Ajax decided it was best for you to stay in their room again, you were far too drunk to look after yourself and the boys dorm was much easier to sneak into. Xavier asked you to cloak yourself as you got closer to the doors, unfortunately because of your intoxicated state cloaking became a challenge, you could only hold it for several seconds before you hiccuped and made yourself visible again. Ajax was easily amused at your state, his laughs making the mission of sneaking you in just that bit more difficult. 

It almost felt like a duplicate of the night before, Xavier guided you into the bathroom, however instead of leaving you to get changed he stayed to help out as you were failing miserably, he pulled one of his tops over your head and gave you the hair tie he was wearing to put your hair up. His hair fell down, framing his face, you were mesmerised and couldn't stop staring, “Come on gorgeous, let's get you into bed.”

“Where's Ajax?” you asked as you entered the bedroom, Xavier explained Ajax had gone back to the party to meet Kent, he dormed alone and anticipating you would be around again decided earlier in the night to sleep at Kent's.

Xavier guided you to the bed, helping you in, he stopped to put some music on, neither of you in the mood to sleep just yet. It felt like hours had passed as you and Xavier lay in bed talking, at some point you both ended up on the floor staring up at the ceiling, laying on top of a mountain of blankets and pillows you had pulled off the bed. Xavier laid his head on your stomach, you played with his hair, gently twisting it around your finger. Conversation just came so naturally with Xavier, you felt like you could talk forever.

“Xavier, tell me a secret”, you said.

“A secret? What do you want to know y/n?” .

“Well a secret, something no one else knows, obviously” you laughed and rolled your eyes.

“I almost died once.” You both paused. 

“How?” you asked.

“Lets just say a game of hide and seek at a funeral went terribly wrong, and I almost ended up getting cremated when I was 10.” You laughed. You didn't mean to laugh, but Xavier's calm collective nature about the incident made it much more amusing. “Alright that's enough,” Xavier cut your laughs off, “What's your secret?” he asked.

“I like you.”, you blurted out, “I mean I’ve just really enjoyed the past 24 hours with you, I haven't felt this comfortable with someone in a long time-” you started rambling.

“Stop.” Xavier cut you off, while you were talking he positioned himself so he was leaning up on one arm, the other lay across your stomach, his hand covering your waist, “I adore you, y/n”, Xavier glanced at your lips, bringing himself closer, you met him half way joining lips. Xavier's hand followed the curve of your body, slowly pulling your top up as his hand moved upwards, Xavier broke his lips away, moving toward your ear, “you have been driving me crazy all evening”, he whispered. Xavier's lips were already at your neck, you let out a soft moan, followed by dragging out Xavier's name. Your hand reached up to Xavier's hair, gently pulling it, Xavier let out a moan across your lips. You both pulled away letting each other catch your breath. Xavier's hands moved across your body, your own hands scratched his back, your long nails dragged upwards, all while leaving passionate kisses all over him. You couldn't resist, Xavier was literally irresistible. “I need you, y/n”, Xavier gave you a look, you bit your lip and nodded, allowing Xavier to take over completely. 

Without realising, the sun began to rise, sending shafts of light into Xavier's dorm. You couldn't imagine how time had gone so quickly, you snuck in a few more passionate kisses before you both decided to get some sleep, you both crawled to the bed, Xavier's arms wrapping around you once more before you collapsed into a deep sleep. 

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Ahhh!! I'm so happy to see someone that writes for Vanitas!!

Could I request Noé, Olivier and Vanitas with a female toxicologist s/o who weaponizes and is immune to poison?

Noé

“What’s that?”

“Foxglove.” [Y/N] replied at Noé’s question. “It can be used to cause cardiac failure in targets.”

“What’s this?”

“Jimson weed.” She replied as he moved on to a new plant, as she on to tending to another. “It…makes people not act themselves.” Hallucinate. Badly. More of a deterrent than some of her more deadly toxins.

“What’s this?”

“Don’t touch that!”

Noé snapped his hand back when [Y/N] shouted at him. Startled at her outbursts. “I’m sorry. But that’s nightshade.” She came over to brush haunting purple blooms. Like one might stroke a cat. “It’s very deadly, and dangerous. Helena is probably my most vicious girl in here. She only likes me.”

“You named your plants?”

“Don’t you name your pets?”

Noé shrugged and went to look at a less deadly arrangement. “It’s sad in a way that something so beautiful can hurt people.”

“Beautiful things often do.”

He glanced over at [Y/N], and had to agree on that. “Don’t you ever think of using your powers for good? Like making medicine or something, rather than poisons.”

[Y/N] gave a soft, bitter laugh. “There’s no money in medicine. Besides, my…gift is only for ones that bite back, it seems.” Méchante Glycine, or Wicked Wisteria, gave her the ability to expertly grow plants & greenery, but only of the poisonous sort. It also granted her an immunity to them and other poisons as a precautionary note to the wielder.

“Well, I still think they’re pretty. Even if I can’t touch them.”

“I’m sure they appreciate that Noé.” [Y/N] said with a smile. To which he returned.

“Shall we head upstairs for tea?”

“Of course. Just let me wash my hands. Don’t want to accidently get jimson weed cross contaminated in anyone’s tea. Or it would be a very interesting afternoon.” Noé tilted his head in confusion. Not seeming to get the joke.

[Y/N] quickly washed her hands and bid adieu to her garden for the evening. The leaves seeming to rustle back in farewell. Waiting for their master, and to be of use.

Olivier

His boots were heavy on the steps as he headed into the basement towards the research labs. The dark corridor lit only by torches, before it opened up to the shining ward of electric light powering the Chasseurs scientific backbone of weaponry.

“Ms. [Y/N]

“Oh, hello Olivier.” [Y/N] greeted cheerfully. “I’m surprised to see you. Mira isn’t here.”

“I had planned it that way.” He replied. Shuttering a little as he remembered their last encounter. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Certainly not. Just wrapping these up.” She sat the last vial down in the tube tray and put it aside. “It’s a new serum. With this new strength cocktail it should be able to paralyze even the strongest of vampires briefly. Completely incapacitate the weaker ones.”

“Remarkable.” Olivier complimented. Although not looking at the new bluish colored weapon at his disposable. “Your hard work is appreciated Ms. [Y/N]. I know it must be challenging working down here in the dark. With some of your….colleagues.” He mentally shuttered again.

The toxicologist giggled. “They’re not so bad. The science sort are always a little odd. You have to be to make things out of the norm. Then again, the micro-dosing from our own concoctions probably doesn’t help.” It was Olivier’s turn to laugh. If only once.

“Perhaps…you could come out into the field for a time. To get better notes for your research. I would escort you, of course.”

“I fear I would be murder on the battlefield. No pun intended.” [Y/N] replied in response to his offer. “I’m much better with plants and books.”

“Then, perhaps, we could go get some of those.” The paladin was blushing now. Trying to not seem too forward, but not wanting to be too subtle either. He was terrible at these dances.

[Y/N] looked up from her work with a puzzled look. “You want to go out with me?” Olivier’s face took on a stricken look and went quite pale. “Ok.”

He was taken aback by her readily offered reply. Expecting more of a back and forth. Thrust and parry.

“When shall we go? I could use some more nightshade and sodium chlorate. Shall we go tomorrow?”

“I uh…yes. That..should be fine.”

“Great!” [Y/N] said with a bright smile, before returning to her work. “Come by after dinner and we’ll head out. I’ll make sure Mira is busy so she doesn’t catch you.”

“I….thank you. I will….see you tomorrow then.”

The paladin left. Feeling on odd mix of very accomplished, and as if he hadn’t accomplished anything at all. The mission was accomplished at least. Until tomorrow that is.

Vanitas

Vanitas hissed as pain shot up his arm again. Nursing it at his side.

That last curse bearer had been pretty rough on him. Strong for a human body, it was still pretty fragile in comparison to the might of a raging, rouge vampire.

“Here. This will help.” [Y/N] offered as she came into the room with clean towels, and a bottle of clear liquid in an amber jar.

“I don’t want it.”

The woman scrunched her mouth as she sat next to him. “Honestly. For someone who claims to be a ‘doctor’, you’re certainly untrusting of medicines.”

“I’ve had my share of strange brews shoved down my throat for a lifetime. Thanks.”

[Y/N] sighed and went to mending his arm manually. Of course, she knew that. Their experience with the church hadn’t been the same. Dr. Moreau had not been interested in female test subjects charges. Deciding that their bodies would be too naturally frail for the torture strenuous work is experiments allowed. She didn’t receive the physical torture Vanitas did, but the mental torture was still there. Along with his education on anatomy, medicines, and chemicals.

“I would never hurt you Vanitas. It’s just something to take the edge off.”

“I’d rather have a whiskey.” He joked.

“You don’t drink alcohol.” He flinched painfully as [Y/N] dabbed raw alcohol onto his cuts. “I know you don’t trust me. Or why I’m here.”

Vanitas looked up at his physician. Never having said that, but not denying it was true. “I’m not some spy, or malfeasance sent to bring you back to the order. I just want to help. What’s going on….I have no great love for vampires. After what they did to my family. But the more of them that go mad, the more people will be hurt in the end. The enemy of my enemy and all that.”

She tied off the last bandage and stood. “Will you be able to sleep?”

Vanitas still just looked at her. Then took the bottle from her hand and chugged it down. “Now, yeah.” He said before rolling over to lay on his side, in his cloak and all, to go to sleep.

[Y/N] offered him a small smile, then leaned over to give Vanitas a soft kiss on the hair. “Goodnight, No. 69.”

“Goodnight 70.”

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[ornii]

Bitterly Beautiful, Part 3

Part 3: “Do You See what I see?”

"Let's assess this situation, shall we? There's Bag over my head for, whatever reason. My wrists tied tight enough to cut off circulation, and no idea if I'm going to live or die. Wednesday is probably upset I somehow didn't see this coming, as Corny as that was."

(Y/n) and Wednesday sit side by side in chairs, bound by rope and Bagged. Their bags are removed. They're still within the library, surrounded by masked and cloaked individuals.

"Hmmm, what's the best response, a cry for help? A plead for a deal? Perhaps I'll yell at them to let us go, oh! I have it!" He thinks and spoke up.

"Just a word of advice before you guys do another kidnapping, it's pretty offensive to put a bag over the head of a guy who can't see to begin with. Be better." He says, and one of the members steps up.

"Who dares breach our inner sanctum?" They say.

"You can take the mask off, Bianca." Wednesday said, and Bianca removes her mask.

"Ah, I knew that voice had a distinct bitchy tone."

"And just like that, my hopes were dashed against the rocks of bitter disappointment. My foe was no psychotic killer. More like a bunch of high school clowns." Wednesday thought. "Wait, I preferred you with it on."

"How did you get down here?"

"I tracked the watermark to the Poe statue." Wednesday said.

"Then I solved the riddle to get in here." (Y/n) chimes in.

"Wait, there's a riddle? I thought we just snapped twice." One member asks.

"Wow, this is probably the least threatening group of Kidnappers i have ever seen, it's not many I've seen but still."

"Well, aren't you the brightest in the bunch?"

"The Nightshades are an elite social club." Bianca said, and Xavier steps up, revealing he himself is also one with Ajax and others. "Emphasis on elite."

"We have roof parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny-dip."

"And Yoko's an amateur mixologist. She makes a killer virgin mojito. It can get pretty wild."

"Wow. Do you guys even have a bedtime?" Wednesday said. "Last I heard, the Nightshades had been disbanded."

"Yeah, the group kind of lost its charter 30 years ago after some normie kid died." Xavier adds in.

"But we have a lot of wealthy alumni, so Weems looks the other way as long as nobody makes any waves." Yoko said.

"Someone like Rowan?" Wednesday asked.

"We booted that loser last semester. Question is, what are we gonna do with them? Only members are allowed in this library." One asks, and Xavier steps up next to them.

"I say we invite them to pledge. They're both legacies, Especially (Y/n), son of King Buarainech, the last leader of the Fomorians."

"After the crap they pulled in the Poe Cup, there's no way in hell. We talk about not making waves? She's a tsunami and he's just a thunderstorm brewing."

"Just because I beat you at your own game? Let me save you the trouble. I'm not interested in joining." Wednesday said.

"You're seriously turning us down?" One asks.

"Can you believe it?" Wednesday responds coldly.

"Untie her."

"I freed myself five minutes ago." Wednesday stands up, showing her untied rope.

"It's amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name. Anyway when you're done with toying with the Bootleg Secret Society (Y/n), I'll be waiting." Wednesday left, they stood there, looking a bit dumb, only the silence to be halted off by laughing. (Y/n)'s subsequently.

"That girl.. she's a force of nature.." he says smiling, he sighs eventually and cracks his neck.

"As much as I'd enjoy the parties and Skinny dipping, I'd rather do that by myself than a bunch of rich elitism bearing assholes, so...Go dtuga gaotha Sídhe saor m'anam."

A gust hits his bindings and unties him, he stands up and dusts himself off. He heads upstairs, leaving the elite looking even more dumbfounded.

"There were so many threads to my investigation, I could weave a burial shroud. I still have no idea how Rowan mysteriously rose from the dead. Or why that monster is prowling the woods. But right now, nothing intrigues me more than this book. If I'm going to be responsible for Nevermore's demise, the question is, why am I sharing this apocalypse with a pilgrim?"

The Next Morning Rose Like an undead zombie , early and still. Students stand in the courtyard to gather for what Principal Weems has to say, (Y/n) arrives as Enid drags him along out of bed.

"All students will report for their volunteer jobs at 10:00 a.m. sharp, followed by a community lunch at 1:00. As you know, this year Outreach Day culminates in a very special event, the dedication of a new memorial statue in the town square, which will also include performances by Nevermore students." She begins, while (Y/n) and Enid catch up.

"So, what's the deets between you and Wednesday?" She asks, her interest in his relationships was, off putting a bit.

"I.. haven't a faintest clue what you mean." He says acting dumb

"You can't play dumb, your best asset is that you're insanely Smart and like, Super Hot. Like a tragic poet. But seriously everyone sees you prowling around with her." Enid says, and has a hint of jealousy in her voice. "We haven't been spending as much time together." She says and he lets out a soft sigh.

"I know, sorry about that, I'm just showing her the ropes and, admittedly she isn't as bad as i thought she would have been. She can be absolutely terrifying but I mean who can't? You can be pretty scary when the Kittys claws come out." He says, which is reassuring to Enid.

"Well, at least I know I'm not losing my Bestie." She says warmly and takes his hand. Wednesday tilts her attention towards it, watching.

"Of course not, we can hang out after Outreach day. I'll smooth everything over with Ajax for you too, he's not as, cloud minded as i thought." He says, they're approached by another school member and handed Pamphlets, Enid opens hers and squeaks a bit.

"Yes! Yes! I got Pilgrim World. I have natural people skills and a love of performing, so it's kind of the obvi choice." She says, he hands her his and she checks it. "You got it too! This is perfect! All we need is Wednesday—"

As if speaking the Devils name and she appears, Wednesday approaches them as she’s watching their very... friendly, interaction.

"Wednesday, What'd you get?" Enid asks.

"Uriah's Heap, whatever that is." She replies.

"Ew. It's this weird, creepy antique store." Enid explains, (Y/n) taps his cane on the ground.

"It actually had some pretty neat stuff, it's where I got my cane, You'll love it though." He said, they're shuttled to Jericho, they depart off the bus and to their respective locations, but Wednesday approaches Enid with an offer.

"Enid. Switch volunteer assignments."

"What? No. Uriah's Heap is definitely not my bag."

"It's an emergency. I need to check out Pilgrim World." Wednesday says, and Enid frowns at her.

"You know you can go a day without (Y/n), it's toxic to get so dependent on someone." Enid says, trying to help Wednesday, who was actually a bit stunned by that. Her jaw locks and she stiffens up a bit, keeping her emotions in check but internally boiling at the thought of her and (Y/n), Together? Perhaps it's anger, Perhaps it's embarrassment, perhaps it's wanting. Wednesday, as usual, shoves her emotions down deep and calms herself.

"(Y/n) and I work a professional relationship to investigate something, nothing more. Nothing less." Wednesday said through her gritting teeth. Enid just sighs.

"Denial is the first Symptom, of Love Struck-itis." Enid says, much to the annoyance of Wednesday

"Why would I agree to spend the entire day at some dumpy emporium of crapola?" She said, and Wednesday offers her a very enticing offer.

"Because Ajax is volunteering there. Thing sneaked a peek at his assignment. But if you're not interested..."

"No! Oh my God, thank you. You're the best!" Enid takes it and runs off, Wednesday heads to pilgrim World with an awaiting (Y/n) he turns to Wednesday, sending the dread approaching.

"Hey, want to take a Pilgrim group photo?" He Says Smiling, which Wednesday just stares daggers at him.

"Guess not." He says shrugging. They're interrupted by a woman dressed as such a pilgrim.

"Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin. I am Mistress Arlene. A real OC..." she begins, which confuses most. "Original colonist. Now prithee, put your cell phones on vibrate and make haste, for you are about to travel back in time to the year of our Lord 1625, to Jericho's first pilgrim settlement. Yonder. Behold, the meeting house. Inside is a collection of artifacts related to Jericho's most beloved and pious founder, Joseph Crackstone. And beyond is our privy, America's first gender-neutral restroom."

"I haveth a query." Wednesday chirps up from the ground, standing by the wayside with (Y/n), who feigned interest.

"Pray, be quick, child." She replies.

"In the meeting house, which of Joseph Crackstone's artifacts are on display?"

"It is truly a treasure trove, including original farm tools, tableware, even the Crackstone family chamber pot."

"Riveting" (Y/n) said sarcastically.

"I volunteer to work in there." Wednesday says.

"Pray, no. That exhibit is being renovated. Today, thou will all be working at the beating heart of Pilgrim World." She says and Leads them to a building, with a sign (Y/n) looks up towards.

"...So, what does it say?" He asks Wednesday.

"I'm not your personal eyes." She says with her cold classic demeanor.

"Please?" He asks, turning up his cuteness, which just makes Wednesday want to vomit. She scoffs.

"Only to make you stop making those faces, it says "Ye Olde Fudgery"..More like ye olde diabetes in a box."

"Volunteers, prick up thine ears. Fudge is the lifeblood of our humble community. And samples equal sales, so grab a uniform and a box and make our forefathers proud." The woman hands the two uniforms of that of ancient pilgrims. The two look at them and take them, reluctantly the two dress as pilgrims and prepare to serve the people, Wednesday, being as creepy as she usually is, prepares blocks of fudge and speaks in fluent German.

"Enjoy your "authentic" pilgrim fudge made with cacao beans procured by the oppressed indigenous people of the Amazon. All proceeds go to uphold this pathetic whitewashing of American history. Also, fudge wasn't invented for another 258 years. Any takers?" She says offering to the German tourists, who do not take it, she takes this opportunity to walk off, and find her partner in crime, which (Y/n) was using a knife to, with scary precision, cut blocks of Fudge into tiny squares, he halts as he sensed Wednesday. Her lack of Heartbeat and Cold aura was easily detectable.

"So, enjoying Tormenting Tourists?" He said and jams the knife into the table, she stands there.

"Come with me, there is something we need to investigate."

"Hm, I thought you were flying solo." He said, "You know, no friends and that." He said and Wednesday looks at him, no hesitation in her eyes.

"As Annoying, egotistical, overbearing and as much of a nuisance as you are, you're valuable to the investigation." She says, he smiles and walks over to her, and with no fear in his heart, pats her head, which causes her to scowl at him.

"Thanks Shortie... okay, lead away." He says, they sneak away as (Y/n) follows.

"So, besides you hating everything about me, why do you tag me along?"

"You remind me of my brother, sans the desire to strangle him every waking moment. Now follow me. I need to know more about this Crackstone. We have a meeting house to break into." she says and they get to a door, Wednesday, using a hairpin picks the lock and the door opens, they slowly open it and peer inside, they step in and close themselves in to investigate the old museum, which has glass displays of items back from that time, even a statue of Crackstone.

"My grandmother once told me secrets are like zombies... they never truly die. I'm not sure what secret Crackstone is hiding, but I have a strange feeling the answers to my future lie in the past." Wednesday says, the two look around, his hands slide across something, it's indented, he can make out words.

"The Old Meeting House, 1625. Wednesday.." he says, she walks over to see it.

"(Y/n), this is the girl I've seen . She's even holding the same book. That black one she had outside Crackstone's crypt." Wednesday says, they turn around and (Y/n) turns around to a display case. Wednesday peers into it.

"This is the book! Codex Umbrarum. That's Latin for "Book of Shadows." She says, she opens the case and picks it up, flipping through it, which the pages are blank.

"They're Blank, the pages."

"Hm.. sounds like my kind of book." (Y/n) said.

"It's a fake. I don't know who Etsy is, but I doubt she was an outcast settler." Wednesday said, (Y/n) folds his arms.

"Cheap Props then, where the real one?" He asks, before the door bursts open.

"Just what the fudge are you two doing in here?" She said, glaring at the two.

"Mistress Arlene. How now?" Wednesday said.

"How now, indeed. I proclaimed the meeting house is under repair. I know thoust heard me."

"mistress, We're simply dying to learn more about Crackstone." (Y/n) says trying to Wesel his way out of it,

"Yes, and this display case was already open."

"That book's a replica."

"You don't say." Wednesday said sarcastically.

"The original was stolen last month during the two o'clock witch trial."

"It was probably the only authentic thing you have in here, yet you still charge $29.95 a ticket?"

"Hold thy tongue. I'm reassigning you both. To fudge-churning duty." She said to them, (Y/n) shrugs.

"Fine."

"The original meeting house, the one in that painting, where is it?" Wednesday asks, and the Mistress finally drops her Gimmick.

"How the hell should I know? I only moved here from Scottsdale in April." She says, and sends them off to churning, which they easily escape from as well, changing attire, the two head off to the cafe.

"So, were leaving again?"

"I deserted it while my sanity was still intact." Wednesday said, "Okay, then what are we here for?" He asks.

"I'm actually here for Tyler."

"Tyler? You mean the Normie working there, why talk to him?" He asks, and Wednesday cuts him down.

"Who I speak to is my business." she says; they stop at the door and (Y/n) just scoffs, "Fine, do what you need to do then, I'll be waiting." He says, "Outside." He sits at a bench, not wanting to go in. Wednesday enters to find Tyler and Xavier.

"Want the usual?" Tyler asks approaching.

"And some help. You know the original pilgrim meeting house, the one from the 1600s? You know if it's still around?" Wednesday pulls out a map of Jericho and places it upon a table.

"What's left is out in Cobham Woods, but it's pretty much a ruin."

"Show me." She said, and he put his finger on the map.

"Uh... There, but, look, it's kind of sketchy. Squatters and meth heads use that place as a crash pad. My dad has it cleared out every couple weeks. What's this about?"

"Nothing."

"You're becoming obsessed with this monster in the woods thing."

"Would you rather I develop an obsession with horses and boy bands? Thank you for the help."

"Hey, listen, the ruins are kind of tricky to find. I could take you this afternoon. My shift ends at 2:00." Tyler ask, Wednesday does consider it, "Principal Weems would hang, draw and quarter me if I miss the big statue dedication. And as enticing as that sounds, I'd prefer to keep a low profile. Besides, I know my way around the great outdoors."

"Don't tell me you were a Girl Scout."

"I could eat Girl Scouts for breakfast. I have an uncle who went to prison for that." She says before leaving, she exits the Cafe where (Y/n) continues to sit, listening to the wind rolls along the sky. He feels someone stand in front of him, but he ignores her.

"Ready?"

"..." he began to ignore Thrace raven haired girl.

"You haven't gone deaf as well? You'd be useless at that point."

"No, I have not." He replies, Wednesday frowns slightly.

"You’d do your best to Cheer up, your smile is your only appeasing feature." She says, he scoffs at it but laughs.

"God aren't you just the charmer." He says before standing up.

"Okay, where to Short stuff." He asks, and (Y/n) and Wednesday leave, trudging through the forest, their journey comes to An end, finally entering a rundown burned down, building. Thing exits Wednesday backpack to assist searching.

"So, how do you know that you're going to destroy Nevermore exactly?" (Y/n) asks.

"A vision I had, from what I understand my, mother had them as well." Wednesday explains, but the two find nothing.

"Hm, empty..." he says.

"I was expecting more too."

Who "you talking to, little girl?" A man says. The two turn around to an obviously homeless man, long beard and disheveled look.

"Use "little" and "girl" to address me again and I can't guarantee your safety."

"This is my place. Get out!" The man yells, Wednesday turns left to (Y/n), "(Y/n), a hand here?" She says he sighs and walks over and picks up a leaf, he crushes the leaves into a dust.

"Go dtuga Do Bhrionglóidí Oíche Uafásach Ifrinn ar ceal." He says calmly and blows them in the man's face, he tries to swat it away, before all he sees is Fire, his arms; legs, hair all ablaze, he screams and runs out of the place. But to Wednesday, (Y/n) simply blew clumps of crushed leaves into his face and he ran away.

"What did you just do?" She asks.

"I put a hex on him, making him believe he's on fire. Good thing about being a Fomorian is you learn how to curse people at a young age."

"Curses? Hexes? You must Teach me that."

"I'm not teaching you how to curse people, if I did you'd just curse anyone that's a minor inconvenience to you to death." He says, "Anyway. Can't you just touch something and a vision occurs?"

"No, I can't just touch something. My visions seem to happen spontaneously." Wednesday says.

"Okay... why not ask your Mom? If she had visions before." (Y/n) says, and Thing agrees:

"I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice."

"Sounds like you just don't want to try." He says, which raises the ire of Miss Addams.

"Oh, you want me to prove it to you?" She says and begins to touch things.

"No. Nothing. Ah, I bet this will give us some real insight." She holds up a Taco Bell bag and shakes it at (Y/n) who folds his arms.

"Well jokes on you, i can't read that anyway." He says smugly, Wednesdays scoffs at him and walks back to the gate.

"My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks." She says and touches the door; her body looks like it was struck by lightning, she stiffens like a corpse in Rigor Mortis. (Y/n) quickly rushes to her before she falls on the ground; and he holds her, like the Corpse of a Bride.

"Wednesday? Wednesday can you hear me? Thing! What's happening?!" He yells; Thing makes motions but (Y/n) shakes his head.

"I know I know!" He yells; and a storm begins to brew.

"We gotta get out of here, I hope you're okay Wednesday." He says as he walks with her in his arms, her vision was much more vivid; this time she was in a completely different place, watching a mob of pilgrims surround a woman.

"Burn her! Burn her!"

"Devil spawn! Devil spawn!"

"Beast! Witch! Repent! Begone! Witch!"

"Stand aside!" A voice bellows through the crowd, adorned with fire and pitchforks, they split like the Red Sea to the founding father, Joseph Crackstone.

"Goody Addams! You have been judged before God and found guilty. You are a witch, a sorceress, Lucifer's mistress herself. For your sins, you will burn this night, and suffer the flames of eternal hellfire." He says, and they cheer, Goody looks at him. As her resemblance to Wednesday was uncanny; besides the blonde hair, she was picture perfect.

"I am innocent. It is you, Joseph Crackstone, that should be tried. We were here before you, living in harmony with nature and the native folk. But you have stolen our land. You have slaughtered the innocent. You have robbed us of our peaceful spirit. You are the true monster. All of you!" she yells, and he laughs at her falsehoods.

"You are abominations in the Devil's grip! I will not stop till I have expunged this New World of every outcast. Godless creatures! Set it ablaze!" He yells, they drag Goody to a building and toss her inside and locks her within. Wednesday follows and sees Goody look around, and she sees someone, a man who looks eerily similar to (Y/n) she rushes to his side.

"Cianán! Cianán!" She says, his weary head looks up, but it was obvious from the dark rings around his eyes, something happened. She grasps his wrists.

"There's no time, my Love. Leave me. Save yourself. He's chained us all to the floor." He says, Goody sees the bindings upon his wrist. "Crackstone, he laid black tar upon my eyes, I cannot see any more." His heartbroken Irish accent whispered sadness into her ears.

"I shan't leave without you." Goody grasps him, holding him so desperately. Her hands raise and gently grasp the sides of his chin. Tears flow solemnly down her cheeks.

"I shall only be a burden, Please. My Sweet Goody, Run. Run as fast as you can. You are our only hope." He said, his hands rose and gently took her wrists, She leaned into his face and laid her lips upon his, a long kiss of farewells, he whispers gently into her ears.

"I mBás, beidh grá agam duit i gcónaí" 

And Goody leaves, escaping as flames dance along the building. Even now she's longing for the embrace of her love, Wednesday watches their kiss and departure, but smoke begins to fill her lungs, and she finds herself surrounded in the dark, mist swoons the ground and Goody runs up to her:

"He won't stop until he's killed us all! He's here." She runs, and Wednesday turns around to Crackstone staring her down.

"There will be no escape for you!" He yells and trips her up, she falls back and awakens from her vision, she lies on the ground, wet. She sits up to see herself not within the broken down building, but a small bear cave and a lit fire next to her body to attempt to warm her up, it was (Y/n) who was also wet.

"Back?" He asks, Wednesday stood up and looked around.

"Rainfall, had to drag my Corpse Bride to safely... that's you." He said, "Thing helped." He adds in, thing is sitting next to (Y/n) on the back of his palm. He can feel the slight shiver on her body and he tosses another piece of wood into the flames.

"You're shivering, Cmon sit." He says and Wednesday opens her mouth to speak.

"Look, before you say anything, just shut up and let me help you. It's not wrong to ask people for help, and if you think I'm somehow a threat then you're probably as blind as I am." He says, Wednesday stares at him, but then slowly obliges and sits next to him, warming herself in the flames.

"So, saw anything in your Vision?" He asks.

"The girl from my visions. Her name is Goody Addams, and I believe she's my ancestor from 400 years ago." she explains, the rain pours, but Wednesdays focus was on the shadow that rushes past the entrance. Wednesday gives chase and (Y/n) stands up.

"W-Wednesday? Wednesday!" He yells, he runs after her, barely able to keep up. He finally reaches her as she's kneeling down.

"What are you looking at?" He says. And She stands up and turns to him.

"The monster is human. Its tracks turned from monster prints to human ones." She explains, (Y/n) kneels down and feels only water.

"Hm.. that's just water to me. I can't smell anything the waters washed the scent away... your visions, When did they start?"

"About a year ago. When they happen, it feels like I'm touching live wire. I usually enjoy that sensation."

"Yeah, but you can't control it and that freaks you out, doesn't it?" He says, "What could you possibly know about me?" Wednesday said.

"You like to be in control of everything, your life, your feelings, so when something comes in that changes it, you push it away, out of the fear of something you can't control. You're a force of nature... it's terrifying and, at the same time, I can't keep my.. heh, eyes off of it." He says, tuning his attention to Wednesday, there was silence between them, a slight bloom of emotion came from Wednesday, but she quickly buried those feelings.

"Anyway, your visions seem, erratic, I don't think we can trust them."

"I saw Joseph Crackstone in front of me as clearly as I'm seeing you now. He gathered all the outcasts in the meeting house and burned them alive."

"It was 400 years ago, what does that have to do with you?"

"Rowan's drawing. Crackstone was standing in the quad."

" it sounds like You're creating a story in your head and using visions to back it up. They're telling you what you want to see.

"Are you mansplaining my power?"

"Is me saving you from a creepy old man "Man-Saving" or is that just me doing my job? All I'm saying is that you can't rely on things you can't always be sure of." He said.

"I believe Rowan was right. Something bad is going to happen, and I need to stop it. Starting with that monster. Whoever it is."

Wednesday and (Y/n) finally reach Nevermore and Wednesday poses a question.

"You Speak Gaelic." She says.

"Gaelic Irish, Yes."

"When I was having my vision, someone said something I want you to Translate: "I mBás, beidh grá agam duit i gcónaí" Wednesday Said, relaying the words Goodys lover one said to her, (Y/n) takes these words and seemingly processes them in his head, his hard ass demeanor slowly fades.

"If my translation is correct, and it usually is... the person said. "In Death, I will love you always." He says, meaning the final words Cianán said to his lover Goody, is that even in his death he will love her in the after life. Wednesday begins to consider things much, drastically. Could history be repeating itself? And could the Man talking to her end up dying for her? For his Love? Will She end up falling for him and watching him suffer a miserable death all the same?

"Hello? Earth to Wednesday?" He asks, she finally looks at him and he asks again.

"Who said it? The message." He asks, and Wednesday kept her deadpan expression.

"I don't know, I couldn't make out their face." She replies, (Y/n) shrugs and decides to trust he, as scary as that was, the end of the is slowly rolling in and students arrive at the heart of Jericho for the celebration, stufende gather and specifically for the music presentation. (Y/n) and Wednesday walk together towards the gather.

"I thought nothing scared me, but that was before I stared into the eyes of Joseph Crackstone. I don't believe in heaven or hell. But I do believe in revenge. I usually serve it warm with a side of pain, but I've never faced an adversary cast in bronze"

(Y/n) sits down, and Enid scoots over to be next to him, he smiles and they watch and or listen to the Mayor as he stands before a podium, a statue and outdoor fountain combination, made of striking bronze.

"Thank you. It is my honor to celebrate our town's history and Jericho's noble forefather, Joseph Crackstone. Now, he believed that with a happy heart and an open ear, there was nothing our town couldn't achieve. So together as one, our community and our friends at Nevermore Academy, we've built a monument to celebrate his memory. Now, may the spirit of Joseph Crackstone be memorialized for eternity." The Mayor Says, and the class begins to do a rendition of "Don't Stop" by Fleetwood Mac, A Water Like liquid begins move within it, splitting out like said fountain. (Y/n)'s nose crinkles up.

"Enid..do you smell that?"

"No, is it my breath?" She asks panicked, "I was really close to Ajax and I hope it didn't—"

"No, you're fine, it's odd it smells like—"

Before his nose could discover the origin of the scent, a flash of burning heat washed over him like a fuming blanket. He couldn't make it out perfectly but he could easily tell that the statue was burning. Students ran, teachers and adults struggled to understand what was going on. What cut though most of the screaming was music, (Y/n) tried to understand where it was coming from, and he eventually did as the harrowing strings of Vivaldi's "Winter" bellows from the side, he can only imagine that's it's coming from one person. Wednesday Addams, and it all slowly began to piece together who was behind this, while it couldn't be proven. (Y/n) wasn't the only person to figure this all out. Weems, who dragged Wednesday into her office was more than upset, she was enthralled with rage.

"That was a disaster. The mayor is furious! I've lost count of the angry phone calls, emails, and people in the town, alumni and parents. They want answers and so do I."

"I would lead the inquisition, but I left my thumbscrews and rack at home."

"Miss Addams... you're already on thin ice. Wafer-thin ice. I swear on my late scorpion's soul, my hands are clean." she said, which is only partly true. As the only "Hand" involved was Thing.

"I may not have hard evidence, but I see you. You're a trouble magnet." Weems glares at the child, who stands up, literally for herself.

LIf trouble means standing up to lies, decades of discrimination, centuries of treating outcasts like second-class citizens or worse..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Jericho. Why does this town even have an Outreach Day? Don't you know its real history with outcasts? The actual story of Joseph Crackstone?" Wednesdays asks, and Weems frowns, admittedly nodding.

"I do. To an extent."

"Then why be complicit in its cover up? Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.

"That's where you and I differ. Where you see doom, I see opportunity. Maybe this is a chance to rewrite the wrongs, to start a new chapter in the normie-outcast relations."

"Nothing has changed since Crackstone. They still hate us. Only now they sugarcoat it with platitudes and smiles. If you're unwilling to fight for truth—"

"You don't think I want the truth? Of course I do. But the world isn't always black and white. There are shades of gray. Maybe for you.

"But it's either they write our story or we do. You can't have it both ways."

"...You're exhausting." Weems sighs, but Wednesday hasn't moved an inch.

"I know."

"..Goodnight, Miss Addams. But you should know... I don't tire easily." Weems says, before Wednesday is excused back to her room. Wednesday types on her vintage Typewriter, as on the other side of the room Enid was trying on clothes, as (Y/n) was sitting on her bed, helping her choose. Enid shows different styles one of a pot heirs of colors.

"Too much?" She asks.

"So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD. I didn't even get to do my dance routine."

"Wow, What a tragedy." (Y/n) says.

"What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event?" Enid asks, (Y/n) slyly smirks and shrugs.

"You're going to be late." (y/n) says as she gets dressed, Enid gives him a reassuring hug.

"Wish me luck."

"If he breaks your heart I'll curse him and his family for all eternity." He says and Enid leaves, (Y/n) and Wednesday are alone together. He lets out a sigh and turns to face her.

"So, gonna Just act like you didn't Blow the statue up?" He says as he approaches her, she continues to type. "Weems was pretty ticked off, angriest I've seen her in a while. So I have to ask, why?" He says. Wednesday continues to type, not paying attention to him.

"To Send a message, I don't believe in mandatory volunteer work, sugar-coated history, or happy endings, but most of all... I don't believe in coincidences. To paraphrase Agatha Christie, one coincidence is just a coincidence, two are a clue....and three are proof. Rowan's drawing of me and Crackstone happens sometime in the future. Goody Addams' warnings about Crackstone were in the past. And the monster is here in the present. Three coincidences that I know are connected. That monster could be anyone. The sheriff thinks they only exist behind the walls of this school. The truth is, there are monsters everywhere. And sometimes the monsters we least suspect are the most dangerous. They don't need teeth and claws to terrify. They hide in the shadows until no one is looking. And then they strike. But I'm looking now. And I won't stop until I find the truth." She says euch such intensity, she truly believes in herself and her words, and (Y/n) feels, confidence in that.

“I mean I get that you want to figure this all out, but you have to be more careful. And try and play nice with others.” He said.

"And if I don't?" Wednesday said, still working and tapping.

"Then I'll be forced to... Hmm. punish you." He said, and he could hear Wednesday scoff dryly.

"What could a blind warlock possible do to—" she says, before Wednesdays face freezes up like ice, her entire body stuff, and she just stares forward. She felt the warm arms and body of (Y/n) as he snuck up behind her for a soft hug. Wednesday had never been hugged, her intimidation was more than enough to keep most people away, but then again, (Y/n) really isn't "Most People".

“See? I know your weakness, Human interaction.” he laughed for a moment, before he can even say her name; Wednesday had him pinned down on the ground, full Mount with a pair of sharp pointed scissors aimed at him, she gripped them hard, and with her other hand she tightly grasped his shirt. Despite her petite form and body she was surprisingly well built and versatile.

"Tell me why, I shouldn't kill you.. Right now." Wednesday voice had no emotion, cold and for most to hear would be absolutely terrifying. But (Y/n) just laughed a bit, his focus was on her, even if he couldn't see.

"I told you I could get you, you know when we got captured by that Society, I told them that you.. Wednesday are a force of nature, and.. it's amazing. You're amazing.." He says, which somehow cools her boiling rage and for the first time in her life Wednesday Addams, is embarrassed; and the tiniest hint of red was on her pale skin, she stands up, getting off of him and tosses her scissors down near his neck.

"Leave, Now." She says, she turns around and he just stands up, Chuckling.

"Okay, okay, sorry for upsetting you... I'll see you tomorrow?" He asks. Hopeful.

"....I'll consider it." She replies and he smiles a bit wider.

"Well..be seeing you, Miss Addams." He said as he leaves the room, letting Wednesday have a shaky sigh. She looks at her hands, and clenches them, wondering one thing.

"What is this.. odd feeling in her heart?"

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Suppressed

Demons are known to cause some trouble and mischief but what happens when a demon suppresses their demonic nature for so long it takes a form of its own to fulfill the desires while taking its own retribution for being repressed for so long.

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Golden eyes looked out to the setting sun, a gentle breeze blowing the twin feathers on their cap to the side. The golden eyes broke away from the sunset closing with a hint of pain on their face.

“You know you can't keep me suppressed much longer.” a voice similar to their own but slightly darker echoed in his head.

“I've done it for this long. I'm not going to let you ruin everything again.” Golden eyes flicked to a dark corner before flicking back to the sunset. The being stood and headed back inside to a small shack.

The golden-furred being opened a locked cabinet within the small shack finding the bottle of golden liquid. “I'm going to have to make more soon.” he grumbled to himself and picked up the last bottle popping off the cork and downing some of the bitter liquid. He coughed stopping half way from finishing the bottle feeling wrong. “What...” his vision spun, dropping the bottle that shattered to the floor, the golden liquid turning a dark blood red. He felt sick and feverish collapsing to his knees.

”I told you... You're not suppressing me anymore Great Sage.”

“I've kept you suppressed before... I can do it again.” the golden monkey snapped even though he felt weak and on the verge of blacking out.

”i’d like to see you try when you have nightshade running through your veins.” the voice chuckled as the golden monkey felt pain in his chest before a misty black smoke began to escape growing stronger taking a similar form to the golden monkey but different. His fur was a darker golden color, his clothing a metallic gray with silver armor and black accents, bright red pupils set in tar-black eyes bordered by a blood-red mask, looking down at the weakened sage.

“Have a nice nap~.” the darker monkey grinned hitting the lighter one hard enough in the gut to make him pass out unconscious something even power demons couldn't do very easily. “Now... Where did Luier and our cub run off to?” the darker monkey mussed looking around the shack in utter disgust. “You’ve really let your depression twist your mind. But that depression is what's making me stronger.”

With a blast of power, the shack easily crumbled leaving the two monkey men in a small clear patch surrounded by rubble. The silver armored monkey reached a hand out gripping something invisible before tearing it apart collapsing the illusion of an empty cave and revealing a slightly glowing palace carved into the very back wall of the cavern while a moon-shaped ‘lock’ floated in the silver barrier. “Time to remind the world how demonic we can truly be when we let loose. The first stop on that list is getting our staff back from our little cub.”

()()()()()()

“That’s it Mk! Give that emo monkey a good wack in the balls!” A young teenage girl with mostly black hair highlighted in green called from the sidelines watching a teenage boy spar with a black monkey that was slightly taller then the iconic golden monkey.

“Mei! I am not incapacitating Macaque!” the teenage boy shouted back.

“You know you wanna Mk!” Mei grinned

“I do not!” Mk stated.

“Keep your focus on me, Kid!” The black monkey snarked to the boy as multiple clones made of shadows rushed towards the teen. The boy squeaked, taking some of his hair and making his own clones to fight the shadows given life.

A bird cawed from above the two sparing males making Mei frown, she glanced up to see a black, rust-red, and silver hawk flying above the battle. It quickly began its dive with Mei swiftly looking for what it was targeting. Her gut told her this wasn't a normal bird. “Guys incoming!”

The two sparing males split as the bird came crashing down kicking up a large cloud of sand from the impact. As the cloud began to thin silver armor glittered in the clearing cloud while two long black ‘ribbons’ waved in the breeze.

“You look rather different Mihou.”

Macaque narrowed his eyes. “Who are you and how’d you know that name?” Mei ran over to MK and held up her sword.

“That staff is mine, cub. Hand it over.” the being in the cloud ordered.

MK gripped his staff, glaring at the strange figure. “This is my staff you weirdo!” He twirled it before slamming it into the ground. “I’m the Monkie Kid! Monkey King gave me the staff.”

“Who are you!” Macaque demanded, pointing his staff at the cloud. He felt the fur in the back of his neck rise as the figure silently turned to him.

The cloud blew away revealing the being. Dark golden fur, blood red mask, red pupils set in tar black eyes, dark silver and black armor with dark red highlights, long black claw-like nails with an unspoken intelligence that even a master strategist would be put to shame glimmered behind those eyes. “Dont recognize me Mihou?” the being asked with a slight tilt of their head.

Macaque recoiled, nearly dropping his staff. “This… this isn’t funny, Wukong! Knock it off!” He growled, glaring at the other monkey.

“Wait. That’s Monkey King? Why is he cosplaying as Macaque?” Mei blurted out, shaking MK’s shoulder.

The silver armored monkey snapped into action and seemed to appear right in front of Mk taking a firm hold of the staff. “I told you this is mine not something a cub should be playing with.” the silver-armored simian repeated. The staff seemed to shutter under the hold the red wood slowly bleeding to black while the golden ends turned silver with small spikes slowly forming.

“Hey!” MK protested, trying to pull it back. “Monkey King! What gives? I thought you said I was doing good!”

“Yeah!” Mei scowled, crossing her arms. “This isn’t cool, Monkey King.”

Macaque watched the older monkey, confused eyes tracking his movements. “What’s going on with you?” He knew down to his bones that this was the other celestial primate, but something was wrong.

The simian looked at Macaque tilting his head slightly. “Where’s your armor Mihou? You always admonished the other generals when they went around without theirs.”

Macaque’s jaw went slack. “My what? Why are you-?” He shook his head, slowly moving back. “This is weird. Even for you, Wukong.” He watched as MK kept trying to uselessly pull the staff from the king’s firm grip as Mei pumped him up. The two seemed to think it was some sort of weird training. “Why do you look like that? And stop calling me that!”

“We are at war aren't we? It can have been more then a few years since the Demon Wars. You were always paranoid about more coming isn't that why you sealed away the Palace behind that barrier?” He stated, minor confusion in his voice.

All three onlookers stopped and gawked at him. Mei and MK’s jaws were on the floor as they slowly turned from the Monkey King over to a faint looking Macaque. “Demon Wars?” MK whispered, sounding slightly afraid.

“Palace?!” Mai gasped, shocked. “You have a palace?”

Macaque felt as if the ground beneath his feet had crumbled. He mutely shook his head, trying to regain some semblance of control. “What?” He hoarsely whispered, staring into crimson eyes. “The Demon Wars ended centuries ago. Nearly a thousand years. What are you talking about?”

“Does Monkey King have amnesia again!” MK cried, looking dismayed.

“Does that mean we have to hit him on the head with another rock?” Mei asked, looking closely at the king.

Both the monkeys gave the two teens matching looks of disbelief. Macaque chuckled, thrown off. “What? You had amnesia?”

[...Mac... Mac! Get away from him now!] Came a telepathic warning to the black furred simian.

Macaque hesitated, tail flicking. [Wukong? What’s happening?] He glanced over to the kids and decided to play along with the strange imposter, time traveler? At least until he was able to get the two humans away from it. “Seriously. What’s with you?” He relaxed his posture and strolled over to the teenagers, standing right behind them.

[it's a Shade Mac! It's a shade it's not me!] Came more of the warning. Bells we're going off in Macaque’s head. Wukong couldn't hear him responding to the link and this being in front of him wasn't even acknowledging that there was a telepathic link as if he didn't even know it was possible.

MK gave Macaque a confused look as he placed a hand over one of his and Mei’s shoulders. The warrior gave the shade a smirk and purposefully looked just over the monkey’s shoulder as if he was watching something. “You’re late.” He forced himself to to hold his breath, praying the shade fell for this admittedly amateurish trick.

The simian glanced over his shoulder, falling entirely for the trick.

Macaque quickly covered the teen’s mouths as he dropped them into a portal, pulling them out into his dojo. “Shit. This is really bad.” He gripped his scarf and started pacing. [Wukong! Can you hear me?]

Mei and MK started yelling at the monkey. “What was that all about?” Mei stomped over to him.

“Why was Monkey King being so weird? Why did he take my staf?” The boy asked, worriedly looking around.

“That wasn't Wukong... That was a Shade.” Macaque replied.

Mk paled at this while Mei looked a bit confused. “A Shade? Like a ghost?” she asked.

“Oh my god. Is Monkey King dead?!” MK shrieked, grabbing Macaque’s shoulders and shaking him. “HOW???”

“Not that kind of Shade!” Macaque stated easily getting out of the teenager’s hold. “I think the term is a split personality from what your medical texts say about mind illnesses,” Macaque replied.

The two humans froze. MK hesitantly spoke up. “Monkey King has DID?”

“In a sense. The Shade would be the literal embodiment of the personality.”

“So Monkey King accidentally gave his other personality a body? Does that make him a father?” Mei asked, muttering the second question to herself.

“More like it's a rogue clone just a lot tougher.” Macaque clarified. “Not only that, this shade is very old. The older a shade is, the stronger it is. But Wukong never showed any signs of having a shade...” Macaque muttered the later part.

Mk thought. “Macaque... How different was Monkey King in the Demon Wars the shade talked about?” Mk asked, a theory growing in his head.

Macaque winced, glancing away. “It was before the Journey. During his Havoc In Heaven days.”

“So... Was he more like a typical demon back then?” Mk asked. The mentor he knew currently was nothing like any of the typical demons.

“Something like that. Wukong was always a little different. He claimed everything he did was to protect the mountain. ‘Keeping the mountain safe’ was his reason for doing anything. Even when the mountain was as safe as we could possibly get it, he never thought it was enough. Nothing was enough for him.” Macaque huffed, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. He glared down at the ground, dwelling on the distant memories. “Wukong was kinder before the wars started. I don't even know what changed.”

“PTSD...” Mk muttered. “He doesn't act at all like a demon these days. He doesn't eat meat, he's mostly taking care of the monkeys, training me, or meditating... You don't think the shade is his demon instincts on overdrive?” Mk questioned. “If this shade doesn't know it's been so long since the Wars then it's possible Monkey King might have been taking something to suppress it?”

Macaque considered the boy’s words. “Maybe. There isn’t a lot that could suppress instincts for someone as strong as him. If they are his instincts running wild then it might be a good idea for you two to keep your heads low until this gets worked out.”

“Are you saying that because he kept calling us cubs? He doesn’t usually call either of us that.” Mei noted, wrapping an arm around her friend.

“That's partly what I'm afraid of. Wukong was very paranoid when it came to the safety of pregnant mothers and young cubs from the troop and the demons that lived near the borders of the territory. To us you and Mk are still cubs since dragons arnt technically adults until their second century and humans have reached at least three decades.” Macaque explained. Looking back in hindsight Macaque should have known heaven had really messed with Wukong’s head more then he let on.

“Okay that's good and all but if that's a shade... Where’s the real Monkey King?” Mei asked.

Macaque shook his head, face grim. “I don’t know. I heard him warn me but he can’t hear me. And he hasn’t said anything since.” At the twin looks of confusion he explained. “Shortly before our failed attack on heaven, Wukong and I figured out how to talk to each other mentally without astral projecting. We never figured out how to do it with anyone else. Just each other. He used that to warn me about the shade.”

“Could he be behind something that's making it one way?” Mei asked.

Macaque shrugged, not having to feign his frustration. “Not even the Furnace could block us, but we were much closer during those days….” The ebony monkey’s eyes narrowed. “It’s possible the shade itself is the problem. Wukong isn’t actually whole without it.”

“This just got so much more complicated.” Mk groaned.

TBC…

NEXT

Master post

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#fanfiction #collab help #lmk au #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #cowrite #sun wuking x macaque #amwriting

[dian-mian]

⚠️ Spoiler for Earthspark ⚠️

I just finished watching the newest episodes and I can't wait for the rest of them! The show continues to exceed my expectations with how well written all the main characters are shown, especially the Malto family, as well as the plot of each episode that are so engaging to watch, the fight scenes, all it was just MUAH 🥰🥰 (My comments don't go in an order of episodes lmfao)

They've tackled a number of topics normally I wouldn't see it being addressed like racism, xenophobia, generation related trauma (Thrash being upset that the new generation of Terrans are "facing problems caused by the previous generation and the expectations to clean up their messes"), gender identity (how alt modes are very tied to their identity) and omfg they include some other messed up shit like bots fighting in the arena to get energon (Sounds very familiar hmmm) and hint hint of Mandroid becoming more mechanical??? ALSO GHOST IS GROWING EVEN MORE SUS ESPECIALLY WITH AGENT CROFT I HATE HER ALR I WANNA KILL HER

I fucking love Megatron in this show, my god he just usurp Optimus' role as the father here (Or grandpa in this case). I mean, HE TOOK THE MALTOBOTS TO THE WAR MEMORIAL TO TELL EM OLD STORIES ABOUT THE WAR TO TEACH THEM TO NOT MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES AS THE PREVIOUS GENERATION AND I 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 (THE FLOWERS BEING A REFERENCE TO IDW WHERE EACH PETAL OF THE FLOWERS REPRESENT A LIFE LOST JUST KILLED ME RIGHT THERE)

AND NIGHTSHADE AND TARANTULAS,,, bunch of science nerds can relate ifhkdnksj,, I would die happy if Tarantulas can make a comeback to see Nightshade again and be his second papa like how Wheeljack is second papa to Twitch 🥺🥺❣️💕

My boy Jawbreaker,, I really love how he wasn't forced to choose an altmode so soon and it just going to get a lot more impactful when he finally scans an altmode that he feels is right for him! He so autistic coded and I luv it when Megatron and Elita explained to him how they got their alt modes and what it meant for them (ELITA SOFTIE MOMENT IS JUST 😭😭💞💕💞💕💞)

God, the dynamic of the Malto bots is just so super wholesome and so tightly knitted, but Twitch grew up too fast,, They all need fucking therapy, especially Hashtag my poor girl 😭

I fucking hate Mandroid with a passion, he's so hateable and punchable and killable

I wont be talking about that mutatued horror of a bear also is that fucking allowed in a kids show???

I dont know how, but Bumblebee dangling and restrained while his energon is drained is... Making me feel something. Also, he and Breakdown...

I cried and eyed so hard at that slowed down scene where Breakdown through Bumblebee and they both starin at each other like... 👁👁🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈?

ALSO, FIRST MEGATRON GOT RESTRAINED AND ALMOST GOT HIS ARM CUT OFF, NEXT BUMBLEBEE IS RESTRAINED WHILE BEING DRAINED OF ENERGON TO FUEL THE MACHINES, WHO THE FUCK IS NEXT???

Now....

I am a huge Optimus stan, so I have a bit of bitterness at the fact that throughout 11-18, he was barely involved. Like

WHERE DID YOU GO???

WHERE WERE YOU???

DID YOU SUDDENLY RUN OFF TO FIND MILK???

God, I love Optimus as a whole, even in this show but he seems so... Distant? I mean, I'm not hating the writers and animators for the lack of Optimus screentime, it's just me being a bit salty (Though I am a Megatron simp too at this point so my thirst has been at least quenched by him). I really hope there's more screentime of him (Especially him and Megatron becuz first few episodes the both were lowkey 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈) and we get a bigger picture of his role in the show in the future episodes. He barely talks to the Maltos and the Terrans, he's barely seen anywhere in the recent episodes, hell where the hell was he when the jailbreak happened???

Tldr; Love the show so much, but where's fucking Optimus

#dian mianing #transformers #earthspark #megatron #optimus prime #malto family #bumblebee #other characters i didnt tag

[paldean-sandwich-rater]

poison sandwich

4 bitter herba mystica

4 green capsicum (relatives of nightshade)

2 watercress (inhibits the cytochrome P450 enzyme CYP2E1)

add lead acetate to taste

Ingredients: Why would you eat this. The ingredients are bitter herba mystica (x4), green capsicum (x4), watercress (x2), and lead acetate.

Smell: Bitter as hell. I wouldn’t even want to get near it. 1/5

Taste: This would kill you if you ate it I think. Or just make you very, very sick. 1/5

Texture: Bad. No harmony. 1/5

Would Chunk Eat It?: Absolutely not. 1/5

Final Score: 1/5

Critic’s Notes: Who would have guessed the poison sandwich isn’t good. Wow.

#asks #sandwich rating #anon sandwich sub(mission)

[ask-uts-earthspark-au]

*Give Nightshade a Massive Nerf Gun*

Go, do crimes.

(I presume bullets are included?)

Plop!

Nightshade: :0

Nightshade: >:D

- Running off -

- Barn door slamming open & loud nerf gun shooting noises -

“WHAT THE FUCK-”

“IT’S A BABY WITH A GUUNNNN-!”

“Where did Nightshade get a nerf gun?!”

“Nightshade is the cool sibling now!”

“I love how the first thing they did was they went after Bumblebee.”

“It does sound like 4th grade, out here.”

- Deep sigh -

“It’s not that bad, Dot, they’re having fun.”

- Laughing -

- Laughing, children screaming, and running around -

«—-–-—»

Hours later…

«—-–-—»

“That was awful.”

“No need to be so bitter, Bumblebee. They were just playing.”

- Eye roll -

#bumblebee claims to be the victim of a hate crime #nightshade can be found in the family guy dead pose #(all the Terrans and mo can be; they all went until they crashed) #dot alex and robby are confused as hell and dot is already so tired #breakdown isn’t sure how to feel and feels bad if this was really what MM had to deal with while him dragstrip and wildrider were younglings #the other adults are simply enjoying the show #thank you for the ask! #anon ask #magic anon #anon magic #ask box #answered asks #terran answers #transformers #earthspark #transformers earthspark #nightshade malto #bumbleebee #breakdown #robby malto #thrash malto #optimus prime #tarantulas #dot malto #megatron #elita one #malto family #terrans #nerf gun #be enby do crime

[streaminn]

Military School AU

Wednesday gets (semi) seriously hurt in a challenge/Event and Addams' will fight to death (or just literally unable to continue) and Enid has a flashback to the night with the Hyde and her mind goes blank besides protecting Wednesday.

That's how the Nightshades/Wednesday realize Enid doesn't actually hate them/was just hurt and bitter. And how Enid's Pack realizes just how important Wednesday is to their Alpha/realize Enid Imprinted on Wednesday.

Or, Wednesday comes into contact with one of the Pack (handshake, combat, whatever), and has a vision of what Enid's been going through/feeling and how the Pack has been helping/taking care of her. And to everyone's surprise, Wednesday looks absolutely wrecked (but is trying hard not to show it), and gives them her gratitude and thanks for caring for her Wolf when she wasn't there (no matter how much she wanted to be).

[Sorry if this reads weird, I'm typing this in the car on my phone.]

its all good bud! sorry for answering this so late, my ass desperately tried to draw this but my hand is not handing today so lemme set the scene

Incoming huge werewolf lore dump!

Grimwolves are emotional beings. Any overwhelming emotion can lead to a partial shift! from the growing of teeth, a sudden burst of a werewolf paw or the shifting and dislocating of bones to a bigger form-

you can say its part of the reason why enid is so cold. During her time during her 'slump' in the 2nd semester of her sophomore year when the pack all settle into the dorm, there are times where they can see Enid desperately clenching her fists before slipping on her bracers.

Sometimes, when they wake up early enough to catch sight of Enid without them, they can see the way the muscles in her arms twitch and shift before settling.

They keep their mouth shut, all too aware of the fact that enid wears her muzzle during classes too. They aren't really dumb, they know of how Enid got her alpha rank after all but there's a difference between hearing and seeing

Sometimes, during the end of the semester when Enid seems to be coping all the more better and the muzzle wasn't such a need anymore, they can see the way she tends to pant with her mouth open at times. It wasn't anything new, most werewolves do that too at times

But it gives them an eyeful of the way too big teeth that most werewolves don't have

(aka enid still tends to get overwhelmed at times and having the ability to shift whenever isn't as much as a blessing like most think)

so! the pack are aware that enid's different. They don't know the exact name and she's a bit too big for her size whenever its time for monthly shifting but they never see her fully shift in distress

And that changes alot.

So as explained briefly here, werewolves have the whole day to get ready for their shift in the night. Which means that they don't tend to be too aggressive, theyre a touch more rational and their body can properly regulate all that wolf magic hormone stuff

Which leads to them looking more wolf than man. Which was a good thing! Makes it easier to blend in with the normies of back then

But grimwolves?

Their shifts are sudden and there is no period to get ready. It's just snap and you're a wolf but normal werewolves aren't made for that and so the body accommodates

So most of the time, it leads to the image above! Grimwolves were rampant back then along with violence so it spread to normies that these were how werewolves are supposed to look like and thus reinforcing their monstrous nature etc etc you get the point

Obviously it's been disproven by outcasts and grimwolves are totally myths

Now, imagine being in a tournament fully expecting to be able to beat a bunch of trained dogs because hey its not like it's the full moon, what can they do?

They already took down the Addams girl and her flowery friends, what's wrong with besting those smug mutts too?

Anyways I suck at words rn but enid beats their ass. She's been trying to control her shifting since her second semester last year but honestly, Wednesday has always lead to her doing the craziest of things

Revealing her existence on live was certainly not one she expected to do but if it meant keeping Wednesday alive-

Well, it wouldn't be the worst thing Enid has done

#Reference #Military school au #My art #rendered

[quicksilverdrabbles]

Sophie: Hi, mister! Would you like to buy some flowers, please?

Xelzaz: *kneeling down* Flowers? What sorts do you have?

Sophie: Um.. I-I'm not too sure the names of them, but.. I've got blue ones, yellow ones, purple ones.. *holding out a small nightshade flower*

Xelzaz: Now where on earth did you find this? Nightshade is very poisonous.

Sophie: O-Oh, is it? I thought they looked pretty.. a lot of them grow where they buried mama and papa.

Xelzaz: ... I see. No harm if you didn't know, but be careful who you sell these to. Someone could turn them into very dangerous poisons.

Sophie: Yes mister! I'll be careful.

Xelzaz: While I'm thinking about it.. *he places a large sack of coins in her basket* I'll take all of your flowers. You can keep the extra money to buy yourself a room for a few nights. Try the cornerclub, the innkeeper of Candlehearth would likely just kick you out, the bitter hag.

Sophie: Are you sure? Thank you so much, mister!

Xelzaz: *watching her run off* Hm.. Do you think there's anything to be done for that poor girl?

Merlyn: I'm working on it. I give her most of the spare money I get from our work, but from what I understand, the townsfolk just steal it from her.

Xelzaz: She doesn't deserve that sort of life..

~One year later...~

Sophie: *dressed in a brand new yellow dress, watching Xelzaz curiously from the doorway* Uncle Xelzaz?

Xelzaz: Yes, Nightshade?

Sophie: Can you teach me how to do what you do? Turn flowers into potions?

Xelzaz: You mean you want to learn Alchemy? I'd be happy to teach you, but... You should go and ask your mother first. I'd rather she approve it before she kills me for even letting you touch a mortar and pestle.

Sophie: Yay! *she runs off* Mama! Can Uncle Xelzaz teach me potions??

Merlyn: Alchemy? *turning to Kaidan* What do you think, love?

Kaidan: Aye, let the lass learn. It's good she's curious about her plants.

Merlyn: Alright, but be careful. And listen to everything Xelzaz tells you.

Sophie: Yes! Thank you, Mama! Thank you, Papa!

#you can all pry this hc from my cold dead hands #skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #modded skyrim #dragonborn #ldb oc #kaidan skyrim #xelzaz skyrim #Merlyn oc

[thepaintedlady00]

Vote results for Nightshade Chapters 24, 25 and 26!

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“A gift…” Howard told her carefully, setting the wine down in front of her. “An apology for my involvement.”

Lena’s gaze slowly drifted away from the painting to glare at the bottle. For a moment face remained expressionless before a thin, bitter smile spread on her lips. “Expensive.”

“And one of your favorites.”

She said nothing as she stood from her seat and began pouring the wine into her glass. Lena's eyes were fixed on Howard even as the glass began to overflow, wine staining the white tablecloth in seconds. The manager pursed his lips, disappointment and a mild look of frustration playing out on his still slightly discolored face. No one said a single word as the bottle finally ran empty and Lena set it back down.

Howard sighed. “Was that truly necessary?”

Still, without a single word, Lena knocked the glass over, sending wine down the table. She strode past him and toward the kitchen just as everyone at the table burst with laughter and gossip. Jake leaned back in his seat and grinned at Howard, enjoying every second of the manager's hateful gaze.

Simone looked at the mess with a disapproving shake of her head. “Such a waste.”

Howard's glare shifted to Sasha and Ari as they continued their laughter. With a snap of his fingers and a swift gesture to the mess he barked out the order, “You two, please get this tablecloth in a soak and clean this up?”

“No fair,” Ari pouted quietly as they started cleaning. “Tiger Bitch makes a mess and we have to clean it.”

“Nepotism,” Sasha answered almost flippantly. “Tiger Bitch is special baby.”

Jake took his plate and Simone's back to the kitchen, eyes finding Lena among the dish crew with ease. She had her head down, focused completely on washing the dishes in the sink. As he set his dirty plates down he watched the water, trying to gauge how hot it was in an attempt to tell how fucked up the painting and Howard had her. It was bad, but not as bad as the first time.

He didn't want to leave her, not when she was like this. A hand waved in his peripheral vision, drawing his gaze to the line where Isaac nodded him toward the door. A silent but reassuring message that he'd keep an eye on her through this shift. Jake spared one last look to the back of her head before he sighed and left the kitchen.

Service felt longer than it should have. Wave after wave of rich assholes poured through the door and gawked at that painting hanging on the wall with Lena's name on it. It made him feel angry and sick to his stomach even just imagining what horrible memory she'd tried to bury in that paint. And there these fuckers were, complimenting it… Calling it a masterpiece. Worse than that Jake knew that even if they knew the full story they'd still find it just as fascinating - maybe even more.

As he made the drinks and served the guests in front of him, Jake made it a point to glare at Howard. The disgusting man was practically trying to sell the damn thing. He stood beside the crowd, pointing out the details of the piece and praising the painter, who he'd already revealed worked in the restaurant. When he'd walked past the bar toward the kitchen it took all of Jake's willpower not to hit him again.

Only a minute had passed before his heart dropped into his stomach at the sound of shattering dishes. In an instant Jake was moving towards the kitchen doors, his heartbeat practically echoing her name. Just as he reached the end of the bar, Sasha fled the scene with a deviant smile, effectively blocking Jake's path. “The hell happened?”

“Tiger Bitch is not in a playful mood tonight,” The Russian answered. “Dear Howard was telling her that some of the guests wanted to speak with her about her painting and she just held up a plate,” he illustrated the throwing movement as well as the crash with his hands, “She threw a plate and told him she'd throw one every time he spoke to her.”

A part of him couldn't help but feel satisfied at how hostile she was acting towards Howard. She may not have known what he did, but Jake was glad she was giving him hell even if it wasn't for the worst of his crimes against her. But, beneath that satisfaction was the simmering worry that it would all be too much for Lena to handle and he'd have to watch her spiral into another night of panic and drowning her fears in alcohol. 

Sasha watched his face, reading it carefully as he set his head in his hands and leaned on the bar in front of Jake. “Something about those paintings puts Tiger in a bad mood.”

“Yeah, no shit,” he replied curtly.

“Tell me what you know, pretty Jake,” he urged. 

Jake leaned forward, looking around them for a moment as if he cared about who could hear them. “I know you should get the fuck off my bar and back to work.”

T25:

Chapter 25: Dum Vivimus Vivamus

While we live, let us live.

C26:

#fic: nightshade #jake sweetbitter #sweet bitter #sweetbitter jake #sweetbitter #tom sturridge sweetbitter #sweetbitter fandom #sweetbitter fic #sweetbitter fanfiction #jake and lena #jake x oc #sneak peek #chapter 24 #chapter 25 #chapter 26

[wanderingmind867]

I tried to rank the five on the quest in the Titan's Curse. Here's what I came up with:

Grover Underwood: Grover is #1 because we have some stuff on common. Like Grover is typically portrayed as very timid and (maybe I'm projecting when I use this word, but) cowardly. And I can relate to that. I can relate to that a lot. Honestly, that trait alone is probably why he's in the top spot here.

Percy Jackson: I sometimes have my issues with him (like how he treated Tyson initially in the Sea of Monsters) but I like him. It'd be hard to read the books if I despised the main character, after all. He's not a character I relate to very much or anything (there's some others I relate to more), but he's a good enough character that I don't really care too much about that.

Zoë Nightshade: I hate the hunters of artemis, but I don't hate Zoë Nightshade. Don't ask me how that works. It's really hard for me to explain why I like her, but I just do. I didn't love her initially (the first few chapters with Artemis made me dislike her), but Dionysus reminded me of her backstory and that made me like her more. Also, her archaic way of speaking is really fun.

Thalia Grace: I don't despise Thalia like I despise Bianca (not yet, at least), but I don't love her. Yet at the same time I can see at least a bit of myself in her. Her being described as almost constantly being in an aggravated mood makes it hard for me to love her, but also I'm like that irl sometimes. So I can't say I don't get it. Still, she gets knocked down a few pegs for the hunters of artemis twist which I know I'll be re-reading again soon, and also because she almost killed the ophiotaurus for Luke.

Bianca di Angelo: I've made my opinion clear on her. She reminds me of some personal fears of mine, and I relate to Nico very much. I can put myself in his shoes and imagine having my dad (my only friend who I'm pretty dependent upon) abandoning me. I don't know how I'd handle it. And Bianca is like a fictional representation of this fear of abandonment, so I've had nothing but bitter hatred for her.

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[ornii]

My Better Bitter Half, Part 9

Part 9: Pilgrimage

“Let's assess, shall we? Bag over my head for optimal disorientation, wrists tied tight enough to cut off circulation, and no idea if I'm going to live or die. It's definitely my kind of party.”

(Y/n) and Wednesday, twins were bagged and dragged into a dark decrepit hole unbeknownst of their location.

“Who dares breach our inner sanctum?” A haunting voice comes out, their masks were suddenly taken off as they look around, and realize they’re still in the library.

“You can take the mask off, Bianca.” Wednesday says.

“And just like that, my hopes were dashed against the rocks of bitter disappointment. My foe was no psychotic killer. More like a bunch of high school clowns.” Wednesday thinks as they remove their masks

“Wait, I preferred you with it on.” Wednesday said.

“How did you get down here?” One asks

“Rowan” (Y/n) chimes in. “She tracked the watermark to the Poe statue. Then I solved the riddle.”

“Wait, there's a riddle?” One asks, “I thought we just snapped twice.”

“Wow, absolute Einstein here” (y/n) says with his burning sarcasm.

“The Nightshades are an elite social club.

Emphasis on elite.” Bianca said.

“We have roof parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny-dip. And Yoko's an amateur mixologist. She makes a killer virgin mojito. It can get pretty wild.” One girl adds in.

“Wow. Do you guys even have a bedtime?” Wednesday said with her cold sarcasm

“Last I heard, the Nightshades had been disbanded.” (Y/n) said.

“Yeah, the group kind of lost its charter 30 years ago after some normie kid died.” Xavier says

“But we have a lot of wealthy alumni, so Weems looks the other way as long as nobody makes any waves.”

“Someone like Rowan?” Wednesday adds in.

“We booted that loser last semester. Question is, what are we gonna do with them? Only members are allowed in this library.” Bianca says, and Xavier comes up with an idea.

“I say we invite them to pledge. They’re Addams, both legacy.” He explains.

“After the crap they pulled in the Poe Cup, there's no way in hell.”

“Are you mad we beat you at your own game? Let me save you the trouble glow fish.” He stands up and reveals his undone bindings.

“I'm not interested in joining, and I’m sure my sister isn’t.”

“You're seriously turning us down?” One says.

“Yes Because your little social club is so inviting.” He walks to the door, but is stopped by Kent, the mermaid and the twin of Divina.

“If you think the little burns you had at the Cup were bad, I’ll fillet you alive, get out of my way.” (Y/n) says with such unnerving calmness, Kent awkwardly side stepped and (Y/n) turned to Wednesday.

“When you’re done toying with them, let me know.” He heads up the flight of stairs to leave his more than capable sister there.

Minutes later he’s awaiting at the gate of the school, and his sister arrives.

“Good, you’re done playing with them, we can figure out our next move.” (Y/n) says.

“It seems the Nightshades were a dead end. They’re not capable of murdering Rowan, they’re barely capable of kidnapping two people.”

“Well your Standards are unnaturally high.” He says and nudges his sister, she stares at him and he walks back to his dorm, Wednesday watches her leave.

“There were so many threads to my investigation, I could weave a burial shroud. I still have no idea how Rowan mysteriously rose from the dead. Or why that monster is prowling the woods. But right now, nothing intrigues me more than this book. If I'm going to be responsible for Nevermore's demise, the question is, why am I sharing this apocalypse with a pilgrim?”

The next morning, The Students Are forced to stand at the Quad as Weems gives them the rundown for their Jobs.

“All students will report for their volunteer jobs at 10:00 a.m. sharp, followed by a community lunch at 1:00. As you know, this year Outreach Day culminates in a very special event, the dedication of a new memorial statue in the town square, which will also include performances by Nevermore students. As representatives of our school, I trust you will all put your best face forward.” She says, and hands out slips of paper for the Postions they’ll play. The Addams twins and Enid get theirs.

“Yes! I got Pilgrim World!” Enid says and (Y/n) checks it.

“Me too.” He ways, “I have natural people skills and a love of performing, so it's kind of the obvi choice.” Enid says, and grabs (Y/n)‘s arm.

“We can wear matching clothes!” Enid says smiling, which quickly changes the sullen demeanor of (Y/n). Who smiles.

“ I suppose I don’t hate that…” he says softly, and Enid turns to Wednesday.

“What'd you get?”

“Uriah's Heap, whatever that is.” She said, the students convey to Jericho to assist at Pilgrim world

“Ew. It's this weird, creepy antique store.” Enid says. “You'll love it though. I'm crossing my claws Ajax and I will be outreaching together.” Enid says, which (Y/n)‘s smile quickly Fades.

“Fantastic.” He walks off, and Weems has reached the front and begins.

“Welcome, welcome, Nevermore Academy.

Now, on behalf of the entire Jericho community, we are so, so pleased to have you all here today. Your generosity and hard work are truly... outreachous! Okay, everyone. We'll see you back here at one o'clock for lunch. Enjoy!” Weems says, (Y/n) adjusts his tie, ready to Woo Enid and make her forget about Ajax, as Enid prepares, Wednesday approaches her.

“Enid. Switch volunteer assignments.”

“What? No. Uriah's Heap is definitely not my bag.”

“It's an emergency. I need to check out Pilgrim World.”

“But Wednesday, this is not a fair trade. Why would I agree to spend the entire day at some dumpy emporium of crapola?”

“Because Ajax is volunteering there. Thing sneaked a peek at his assignment. But if you're not interested...” Wednesday begins to retract, but Enid grabs it.

“No! Oh my God, thank you. You're the best!” Enid skips away, (Y/n) stands with the ground, he turns left as he senses the approach of a woman, he turns with a smile to face enid but he unfortunately sees Wednesday.

“Wednesday? Where’s enid? You didn’t hurt you did you?”

“No, she swapped assignments with me.”

“Uh, why?” He asks, “She hates all things creepy.”

“Ajax is working at the Heap. That convinced her.” Wednesday says, (Y/n) was at a loss for words, the anger and disappointment was at a maximum as he lost his chance to possibly sweep Enid off her feet.

“I would have preferred Enid.” He says.

“I still cannot comprehend what you see in Her.”

“You don’t understand the Human emotional spectrum? I’m so shocked.” He says with sarcasm. “I’d like to spend time with women who aren’t related to me, unless you just don’t want Enid to snatch me away from you~”

“You are absurdly full of yourself, She’s After Ajax, do yourself a favor and accept cold reality. Wednesday says, He opens his mouth to say something less than appealing to his sister, but Eugene intervenes.

“Hey, Wednesday, want to grab a Hummers group photo?” He says, standing in the frame and the twins turn to face him, now both of them with the same stone face.

“Guess not.” Eugene says sheepishly as he walks away, suddenly, a woman approached, dressed as a Pilgrim.

“Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin. I am Mistress Arlene. A real OC. Original colonist. Now prithee, put your cell phones on vibrate and make haste, for you are about to travel back in time to the year of our Lord 1625, to Jericho's first pilgrim settlement. Yonder. Behold, the meeting house. Inside is a collection of artifacts related to Jericho's most beloved and pious founder, Joseph Crackstone. And beyond is our privy, America's first gender-neutral restroom.” She says, “Does anyone have a question about the bathrooms?” (Y/n) begins to raise his hand but Wednesday puts it back down.

“I haveth a query.” Wednesday said.

“Pray, be quick, child.”

“In the meeting house, which of Joseph Crackstone's artifacts are on display?”

“It is truly a treasure trove, including original farm tools, tableware, even the Crackstone family chamber pot.”

“Sounds fascinating. My Brother and I volunteer to work in there.”

“Pray, no. That exhibit is being renovated.

Today, thou will all be working at the beating heart of Pilgrim World. Ye olde fudgery!” She says, and shows the children a Fugde production shop

"Ye Olde Fudgery?" (Y/n) says, raising an eyebrow.

“More like ye olde diabetes in a box.” His sister retorts.

“Volunteers, prick up thine ears. Fudge is the lifeblood of our humble community. And samples equal sales, so grab a uniform and a box and make our forefathers proud.” She says. And adults hand out pieces of the uniforms.

“Are these for muzzling tourists?” Wednesday says.

“No, perhaps we can use them for muzzling troublesome siblings.” (Y/n) thinks.

The twins unfortunately put on a perfect facade of creepy pilgrims as (Y/n) stands there with a plate of Fudge, and Wednesday next to him.

“Enjoy your "authentic" pilgrim fudge made with cacao beans procured by the oppressed indigenous people of the Amazon. All proceeds go to uphold this pathetic whitewashing of American history.” She says in fluent German.

(In French) “Also, fudge wasn't invented for another 258 years. But please, continue to fuel this soulless corporation with your money so your children can still call Native Americans “Indians” (Y/n) says in perfect French.

“Any takers?” They say in Union, which creeps out the tourists and they leave. He calmly tosses the plate over his shoulder.

“This is getting ridiculous.” He says, Wednesday looks around and eyes the door she wishes to enter and walks off, (Y/n) follows, eventually the duo reach the door and Wednesday, using her oddly knowledgeable skill of breaking and entering unlocks the door and heads inside, he follows closely and the duo see the house, it was obviously turned into a museum, displaying multiple items

“My grandmother once told me secrets are like zombies... they never truly die. I'm not sure what secret Crackstone is hiding, but I have a strange feeling the answers to my future lie in the past. The Old Meeting House, 1625.”

“(Y/n), this is the girl from my vision. She's even holding the same book. That black one she had outside Crackstone's crypt.” Wednesday says, and (Y/n) turns to see a book on display.

“Codex Umbrarum. Book of Shadows." He opens it, and sees it all Empty. “Great. It's a fake.” He checks the back of it as his sister peers over his shoulder.

“I don't know who Etsy is, but I doubt she was an outcast settler.”

“No, she wasn’t.” He says, their investigation was suddenly sidelined as Arlene sees them.

“Just what the fudge are you two doing in here?” She says,

“Mistress Arlene.“ (y.n) said, “I proclaimed the meeting house is under repair.” She says “I know thoust heard me.”

“We don’t have firm for this. What happened to the original?” (Y/n) says, and Arlene frowns

“A child unknowing to respect thine elders, The original was stolen last month during the two o'clock witch trial.”

“It was probably the only authentic thing you have in here, yet you still charge $29.95 a ticket?” Wednesday says.

“Hold thy tongue. I'm reassigning you both.

To fudge-churning duty.”

“The original meeting house, the one in that painting, where is it?”

“How the hell should I know?

I only moved here from Scottsdale in April.” She says dropping the attitude.

“Fantastic, we’ll have to find it ourselves, I’ll ask around.” (Y/n) says.

“Ask who? No one living knows—“

“Exactly, no one living. Now If you’ll excuse me sister.” He says to Arlene, she frowns and walks off.

Back at Nevermore, (Y/n) sits cross legged in an Ally, with Wednesday watching guard, she turns to face him.

“Have you found the information yet?” She asks, his head suddenly jerks back and then forth and he opens his eyes, Gasping for air.

“I, think I do…” he says, and walks off into the forest, almost zombie like, they reach a burned down building, they search but, find nothing.

“Can you touch a leaf or something and get a vision?” (Y/n) asks.

“No, I can't just touch something. My visions seem to happen spontaneously.”

“Mother could help you learn some of the power”

“I would rather dye my hair pink than ask mother for advice.”

“Why am I not surprised, Maybe You’re Just afraid to see a vision.” He says sarcastically.

“Oh, you want me to prove it to you?” She says and grabs random items

“No. Nothing. Ah, I bet this will give us some real insight.” She says holding a Taco Bell bag..

“My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks.” Wednesday touched the gate and immediately stiffens up and convulses. (Y/n) rushes to her side and grabs her.

“Wednesday? Wednesday?!” He yells, she seems to be lost in a vision, and (Y/n) takes her away.

Minutes pass inside his room, he had a circle drawn around Wednesday, using his otherworldly skills to try and assist his sister, but her body suddenly awakens and she sits up.

“(Y/n), I saw her! The girl from my visions.

Her name is Goody Addams, and I believe she's our ancestor from 400 years ago.”

“Okay, but what does that have to do with Crackstone?

“I saw Joseph Crackstone in front of me as clearly as I'm seeing you now. He gathered all the outcasts in the meeting house and burned them alive.”

“I see, I see.. so that’s why they’re connected, Joseph killed Goody. Then Crackstone has to do with what’s going on… well, we have to think about this later, we have the concert to perform at? I assume Weems told you.

“Unfortunately so.”

“I thought nothing scared me, but that was before I stared into the eyes of Joseph Crackstone. I don't believe in heaven or hell. But I do believe in revenge. I usually serve it warm with a side of pain, but I've never faced an adversary cast in bronze.”

The Addams Twins are with other students in Jericho, preparing for the Band, but (Y/n)’s guitar skills were unmatched. But his sisters cello ability was unmatched. Weems approaches the podium.

“Thank you. It is my honor to celebrate our town's history and Jericho's noble forefather, Joseph Crackstone. Now, he believed that with a happy heart and an open ear, there was nothing our town couldn't achieve. So together as one, our community and our friends at Nevermore Academy, we've built a monument to celebrate his memory. Now, may the spirit of Joseph Crackstone be memorialized for eternity.” She says as they reveal the Statue of Crackstone, which begins to flow water.

The band begins playing of "Don't Stop" by Fleetwood Mac and the crowd cheers, but (Y/n) was still miffed by his loss of possibly wooing Enid.

The crowd cheers, but their cheers quickly turn to horror as an explosion bellows from the statue, it seems someone swapped the water with gasoline, and all it took was a single match. Screams, terror, fear rang though the center, but what truly took the eye of most was the hellish screeches of an electric guitar, and a cello, as the twins play a harrowing version of Vivaldi's "Winter" as the guitars strings bellow though the area, the cellos haunting dreary tone perfectly compliments the guitar, but Weems wasn’t enjoying it.

“That was a disaster. The mayor is furious!

I've lost count of the angry phone calls, emails, and people in the town, alumni and parents. They want answers and so do I.” Weems says with such vitriolic rage at the twins sitting at the office.

“I would lead the inquisition, but I left my thumbscrews and rack at home.” Wednesday said.

“Miss Addams... you're already on thin ice.

Wafer-thin ice.”

“I swear Principal, our hands are clean.”

“What happened to you Mister Addams? You weren’t like this until your sister darkens our dorms.” She says, which changes his mood, maybe he was going back to his old ways. Weems turns to Wednesday.

“I may not have hard evidence, but I see you.

You're a trouble magnet.”

“If trouble means standing up to lies, decades of discrimination, centuries of treating outcasts like second-class citizens or worse...”

“What are you talking about?”

“Jericho.” (Y/n) cuts Weems off

“Why does this town even have an Outreach Day? Don't you know its real history with outcasts? The actual story of Joseph Crackstone and his hatred for Us?”

“I do…To an extent.” Weems says.

“Then why be complicit in its cover up? Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it.” Wednesday chimes in.

“That's where you and I differ. Where you see doom, I see opportunity. Maybe this is a chance to rewrite the wrongs, to start a new chapter in the normie-outcast relations.”

“Nothing has changed since Crackstone. They still hate us. Only now they sugarcoat it with platitudes and smiles. If you're unwilling to fight for truth...”

“You don't think I want the truth? Of course I do. But the world isn't always black and white.

There are shades of gray.”

“Maybe for you. But it's either they write our story or we do, history isn’t written by those who are right, it’s by those who survive.” He says, weems Just sighs.

“You two are exhausting.”

“We know.”

“Goodnight, Minster and Miss Addams. But know, I don’t tire easily.” She says with the last foreboding warning, the twins leave the office and head back to their dorm. A but silent between each other, Wednesday was typing upon her typewriter, and Enid shows off a few outfits.

“Too much?”

“I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid.” Wednesday says.

“So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight.

Get my mind off that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD. I didn't even get to do my dance routine.” Enid says.

“What a tragedy— wait Date?” Wednesday asks.

“What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event?” Enid says, Wednesday ponders for a moment, and looks a bit saddened. He brother truly does care for her.

“…You're going to be late.”

“Wish me luck.” Enid says with a giggle and leaves. Meanwhile (Y/n) stands at the window, staring out into the moon, sighing solemnly as his eyes reflect the full moon.

“I don't believe in mandatory volunteer work, sugar-coated history, or happy endings, but most of all... I don't believe in coincidences. To paraphrase Agatha Christie, one coincidence is just a coincidence, two are a clue...and three are proof. Rowan's drawing of me and Crackstone happens sometime in the future. Goody Addams' warnings about Crackstone were in the past. And the monster is here in the present. Three coincidences that I know are connected. That monster could be anyone. The sheriff thinks they only exist behind the walls of this school. The truth is, there are monsters everywhere. And sometimes the monsters we least suspect are the most dangerous. They don't need teeth and claws to terrify. They hide in the shadows until no one is looking. And then they strike. But I'm looking now. And I won't stop until I find the truth.

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