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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 & 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts from the 2005 movie Pride and Prejudice, feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)
“You have bewitched me body and soul.”
“I love you. Most Ardently.”
“So what do you recommend to encourage affection?”
“No, I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn.”
“We are all fools in love.”
“My good opinion once lost is lost forever.”
“You know perfectly well that I do not believe that marriage should be driven by thoughts of money!”
“I do not have the talent of conversing easily with people I have never met before.”
“Can you die of happiness?”
“Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why i will end up an old maid.”
“Not all of us can afford to be romantic.”
“What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.”
“I am not the sort of female to torment a respectable man.”
“You must know… surely, you must know it was all for you.”
“These past months have been a torment.”
“I had to see you.”
“How are you this evening, my dear?”
“What endearments am I allowed?”
“I cannot believe that anyone can deserve you… but it appears I am overruled.”
“I thought you hated the man.”
“I thought that poetry was the food of love.”
“Are you… are you laughing at me?”
“Are you rejecting me?”
“I’m very fond of walking.”
“Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?”
“May I have the next dance, [name]?”
“He looks miserable, poor soul.”
“You have insulted me in every possible way, and can now have nothing further to say.”
“I must ask you to leave immediately.”
“I have sworn to loathe him for all eternity.”
“I’ve been so blind.”
“One of these days, [name], someone will catch your eye and then you’ll have to watch your tongue.”
“Your skills in the art of matchmaking are positively occult.“
“Good heavens. People.”
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Young Tish - finished her in about an hour !
You’re back! I missed you!
It has been crazy for me the past year so I’m super glad I can reclaim the weekends and be back. I’ve missed everyone here too!
Costume for Morticia Addams (Anjelica Huston) Addams Family Values, 1993 Costume designer Theoni V. Aldredge The Collection of Motion Picture Costume Design Larry McQueen
Hollywood Costume [2012], edited by Deborah Nadoolman Landis
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dcmure:
❦ ~ This might not have been the best idea , how she was alone right now & treading along one of the school’s walkways. It was quite late , & she should probably be back in the dorms. However , it was one of the only chances she felt really comfortable being out , as during the day , the overwhelming amount of students never gave her much chance to do anything but go along with the flow of traffic with her head down , ducking into classrooms. If she got caught , she would one hundred percent take responsibility for this , though it did help clear her mind a bit ; feel less stifled. A small noise of surprise did leave her when she did run into someone else along the way , clasping her hand to her chest as it did cause her quite the fright. “ Oh , no. P—Please , do not a—apolo—apologize. My f—fault e—enti—entirely. “ Valerie says gently , taking a deep breath to really settle her nerves. For a moment , she thought she heard something , a small sound akin to a … cat ? No , of course not , she has to be hearing things ; there was no way. “ I s—shou—should be the one w—who s—shou—should a—apolo—apologize. “ ~ ❦
It seems both their nerves are frazzled, and yet -- Morticia pushes her bag back against her side. Toulouse shifts around until his head is poking just below the surface of the bag’s opening. Morticia doesn’t seem to notice. “ No, it was my fault. This is one of the few times during the day that I feel less rushed and no pressure to be on my way somewhere. Besides, I think there’s more than enough of this beautiful night to go around. Don’t you ? “ At this, the witch looks up at the gorgeous red blood moon. It’s vibrant and full, all the better that her crystals and cards are charging up while basking in its rays. Morticia turns her attention back to Valerie. “ Do I know you from the Human Anatomy course ? You look familiar ... I’m Morticia. “
shireentheunburnt:
Shireen continued to hide into Morticia even as the adult’s attentions began to rouse her from her sleeping state. Trembling, the biting of the ropes around her belly still present despite having long-burned, the girl cried into the woman and clutched to Morticia and her stag figurine as tightly as she could. Pressing into the soothing touches, Shireen blinked up at the adult only half-seeing her. Someone had come for her, someone had answered her calls…
A relieved, pained, smile came briefly alive on her face as tears continued their free flow down her cheeks.
“…came… You came…” she whispered, throat raw with her upset, part of her lingering in her nightmare as she strove to do as bid, to wake up. “Th-thank you… ” The girl shivered as though she were still in the snowstorm which had descended upon her father and his army, as though the cold still gnawed at her very bones as it had then. Perhaps, it had never completely stopped its cruel, knife-like twisting within her…
“Thank you,” Shireen managed again, a little sob in the words. “I… No one came… They stared… I was… I called and-and they didn’t… Father burned me!” She pressed her face back into Morticia’s dressing gown, trying to calm her grief-stricken wailing as she hugged her stag to her chest.
Father burned me…
The girl clung to her like a vine scaling one of the outside walls. Morticia sat next to her for the longest time, just running her fingers through the child’s hair. Carefully and gently she untangled the matted places and whispered affectionate sympathies and empathies to her charge. After a long while Morticia tenderly pried Shireen off of her and helped her settle against the down pillows. “ You’ve had quite the ordeal tonight, please, allow me to make you a sleeping draught -- I promise there will be no more nightmares tonight if you take it. “ The distressed state of her dear little friend had roused that hidden matronly urge buried deep within her. She places the shawl she’d grabbed around Shireen and set to work fetching various items necessary to aid in her task. A potion of sweet dreams was more than manageable given the circumstances.
shireentheunburnt:
Shireen beamed brightly up at her. “I’m glad that you have found talking to me as enjoyable as I have found speaking with you, Miss Morticia. It is good to have company such as yours that does not mind my… preoccupations.” The smile saddened somewhat, but remained on her face all the same. “Please… may I ask you what you think… of my father?” she asked softly, eyes falling to the stag perpetually with her laying in her lap, and caressing over the stump that remained of an antler as though it were a living thing she could soothe…
Many tried to avoid the topic around her and Shireen rather hoped that Morticia would indulge her in it. There were a few things she would appreciate getting off her chest if she could.
Morticia smiled as she takes a sip from her own own goblet. She’d been permitted a drink since her throat had been giving her trouble: A solution of raw honey, mead, and crushed leech was the remedy ... the leech was for added flavor. She watches the sadness seep back into the child’s face & her heart aches. One so young who had to endure the trials and tribulations of growing up royalty ... tragic. The question completely takes Morticia off-guard and she has to fight to swallow her drink. While no question could displease her -- there were some that were more difficult to answer than others. Right now, surrounded by prying eyes and ears, she must come up with a suitable answer. “ As one appointed to care for you -- I can not condone the things you’ve been put through or the unfair hands you’ve been dealt. I believe my answer would have a negative partisanship, mademoiselle. I find I can not speak freely on this subject ... here. “
xavierplympton1984:
Xavier chuckles then giving her a soft smile. Only one of his friends would be one to enjoy the thought of death out in a forest but to each his own. “Well, I’m glad someone found you out there or I wouldn’t be able to be your friend now and I don’t think the world would be the same without you in it. I know my life wouldn’t be the same.” He puts an arm around her as she rests her head on his shoulder
“I have a lot of old stories that I can share with you about grandpa and the things that we did together but I’ll tell you what. I still like hiking but I never in my life ever liked camping, there’s too many animals and bugs for me.” He shakes his head and laughs “I shouldn’t like hiking with all of it that I’ve done but it’s a habit that I never seem to have kicked and I always remember the dogs that Grandpa had that would go with us.”
Morticia shifted her head so she could look up at him from where her head was resting on his shoulder. The temperature was going to drop sooner or later & if they were going to be waiting for someone to come get them ? She instinctively wrapped her shawl around them both as she spoke. “ ... and yet ? Here I sit -- I suppose we both got lucky then. I’ve not a good friend like you in a very long time, Xavier. “ The witch laughed to herself. It was a shame to think she’d been around long after him too, but that morbid thought could be pushed off for another day. “ What sorts of dogs did he have ? My family always had hounds around with the occasional wolf mixed in for flavor. “
vyrulent:
“He tends to forget that the purse has to be filled in some fashion or another…I’m sure he’ll complain to you. A man must provide and work, no?”
He’s not intending to complain or even explain himself. It’s a simple conversation of note. Morticia will certainly see the cracks in a relationship that neither truly work on in earnest. Neither are truly kidding themselves. There’s a love there, but they are both benefiting from the other. Talbot is younger, unmistakably handsome – he makes Russell feel young again, and Russell has the ways and means to take care of Talbot in more ways than one.
He stands, readying to excuse himself from the room before he stops himself. Another thought falling upon him.
“Before I forgot, Franklin has inquired about you. He’d like to meet you for some more insight on your fella. A fair warning, try not to be so charming. Franklin could fall in love with a goat should it bleat at him a certain way. The man’s a fool, but he does good work.”
“ I suppose a good & reliable man does, at least. “ Morticia adds quietly, though there’s no reason to give voice to her thoughts. They aren’t really adding anything to the conversation, but in truth, that’s not so bad when you watch the disfunction that’s swirled around her for a time now. “ When do we set off, exactly ? “ Well, at least Russell & Talbot have underlying respect for one another. Outright contempt would be hard to endure the complaints through. She smiles again and nods - she hadn’t forgotten about her beloved. Now, it seemed, the wheels of progress had turned favorably in the right direction. “ Of course, when should I meet this, Franklin ? There’s so much I can offer when it come to insight on the Addams line. “
vyrulent:
Honeyed accent hides the truth of his origins. For thousands of years, the vampire king has absorbed a number of accents into his being. It’s only when he’s in an emotional high that one with a careful ear can hear the subtle changes, it’s when he’s in a rage than ones without a careful ear can hear.
Smile spreads upon his features at the spied blush upon pale cheeks. There’s beauty in both sexes, but such beauty is accentuated upon shyness…or even embarrassment.
“Stay here. Talbot has just finished decorating the added guest rooms.”
His consort is quite proud of the work and in turn Russell holds pride in it all. Money had been well spent when it came to the splendor of his Mississippi manor. It certainly rivals that of his homes in countless other sects of the world. She will find comfort within the walls – though, perhaps not such comfort when it comes to nourishment. Talbot tends to forget that those outside the vampiric persuasion need more than simple blood concoctions.
“I do enjoy the bloom of new love. I’ll have my man set out on a hunt.”
The witch noticed that he’d skirted past the issue of repayment, which led Morticia to believe that perhaps there would be an unsavory exorbitant price to pay at a later date. Which, she would reimburse in full for the sacrifices he was willing to make for her .. and with no real reason. “ I appreciate your help, or moreover, your kindness more than you know. It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced that. “ She falls silent, a strange expression creeping over the aristocratic features. No, it had been a very long time since she’d experienced kindness in any capacity from another person. The ages of being stalked, beaten and left for dead by mobs wasn’t so far in the distant past. “ Certainly, while I try to find more permanent accommodations there is something I can do in return for room & board ? “
