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[vyrulent]

continued || @gormez​

“I do hope it’s werewolf hair free,” Lucy remarked as she took the offered cup. The vampiress wasn’t one to brush off a kind and caring act -- no matter the fact that the liquid looked to be more of a sugary ooze than an actual elixir to help a stomach ache. “There is that little rumor about vampires and werewolves...”

Though, Lucy still doesn’t know the all the facts and myths that makes up being a vampire. The Count had stolen her human life and had not given enough care to offer his guidance once she’d risen from the grave anew. 

“I hope I’m not allergic,” smile was playful as she took a small sip, dainty and ladylike as always. “It’s...it’s sweet.”

[bornbreathless-temp]

@gormez continued from x

“  AH  HA  !  GREAT  GRANDMOTHER  GISABELLA  ADDAMS  THE  FOURTH  ,  ”  gomez  said  delighted  ,  glancing  up  at  the  ancient  rotten  portrait  of  his  great-grandmother  (  or  was  it  his  great-great  grandmother  ?  or  was  it  his  great-great-great  grandmother  four  times  removed  ?  )  her  beady  eyes  were  STARING  down  at  them  both  .  lifting  the  cigar  piece  from  his  mouth  ,  he  then  gestured  up  towards  the  face  .  “  yes  , she  does  that  . she  tends  to  follow  people  around  the  room  .   &&  if  she  didn’t  like  you  ,  she’d  BEAT  you  with  a  stick  .  it  was  her  last  request  to  have  her  eyes  put  in  the  portrait  .  her  son  ---  my  grandfather  ----  (  or  is  it  great-grandfather  ?  )  did  an  EXCELLENT  job  ,  don’t  you  think  ?  too  bad  she  can’t  still  chase  us  with  her  broom  .  ”

he  sighed  wistfully  ,  &&  shook  his  head  .  “ she  was  an  old  rascal  ,  i  tell  you  ,  ”  a  quirk  of  his  eyebrow  before  he  then  gestured  .  “  what  do  you  think  gisabella  ?  shall  we  UNEARTH  you  for  hallows  eve  ?  it’s  been  a  while  eh  ?  ”  he  smiled  .  

There’s a beat as Char tilts her head, squints intensely at the portrait for a minute or so. Yup. Those are definitely some real human eyeballs. How hadn’t she noticed that? And why is she more concerned about that than the fact that they’re even there in the first place?

Probably because everything else about Gomez and his family is already so god damn weird, in the best way possible. It’s a pleasant change to not automatically be the oddest person in the room, even if it’s still a close-run thing.

“I don’t know, if anyone was going to figure out how to chase people with a broom from beyond the grave, I’m pretty sure it would be an Addams,” she says eventually, before offering a grin. “What you don’t have some kind of rota to figure out who gets dug up every year? You shock me.”

[pandaswearingpartyhats]

[woednesdayaddams]

  🕸      𝚐𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚣      :      𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢   𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝   𝚎𝚗𝚍   𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎         /         continued

𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁’𝚂   𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙷𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙰𝚂𝙼   𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙸𝚅𝙴𝙳   𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙼𝙾𝙸𝙻   𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽.   that   was   exactly   why   she   didn’t   want   her   family   at   the   science   fair   —   they   are   horrendously   supportive,   meanwhile   wednesday   has   a   reputation   to   maintain,   one   that   inoculates   fear   and   disgust   when   she   walks   by.   @gormez’s   little   raven   remained   taciturn,   listening   to   the   atrocities   that   rolled   out   of   his   foul   mouth,   silently   judging.   she   almost   flinched   from   his   touch   ‘till   she   noticed   a   positive   response   from   her   father.   it   seemed   like   another   experiment   of   hers   succeeded,   he   no   longer   offers   unnecessary   physical   contact.   “   father,   your   benevolent   act   doesn’t   go   unnoticed.   ”   she   uttered,   head   slanted   whilst   she   turns   around   halfway,   no   longer   being   a   physical   hindrance   in   his   business.   “   would   you   like   to   see   the   project?   it’s   bloodcurdling   and   innovative   in   the   world   of   science.   ”   hinting   at   a   proper   torturing   device   that   not   only   did   it   inflict   the   subject   with   pulsing,   electrocuting   shocks,   but   also   managed   to   read   someone’s   subconscious   and   translate   it   efficiently.   “   i   do   however   require   an   experimental   rodent.   i   was   thinking   of   putting   pugsley   to   the   test   again,   although   i   can   give   you   this   one   –   time   –   only   offer   to   experience   yourself   the   pain   and   the   suffering   of   my   evil   intellect.   ”

[bornbreathless-temp]

@gormez from x

𝖌𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖟 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 && 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜 before then cocking an eyebrow in slight surprise && intrigue . ❝ usually we refrain from throwing things out of the window until after supper , if we do it before , then i might not have any possessions to my name , ❞ he said , a slight smile across his features as he tucked his hand into his smoking jacket before he then found a cigar . sticking it between his lips , gomez moved over towards the window to inspect the haunted trinket box that she had thrown through the glass && had landed in one of the bogs outside the mansion .

❝ did it tell you that YOU were cursed or that it was cursed , because it has a habit of doing that to scare the children , though , ❞ he chuckled . ❝ wednesday caught on quick that it's just a prank && she scared it once , ❞

"Well maybe if you didn't have so many haunted objects, people wouldn't be throwing them out of windows so often." There's no barb to her tone, and her eyes shine with her own amusement as she follows his gaze out to where the box lies on its side outside. She likes to think she can see the irritation in the way its lid is cracked open.

Char turns and faces back into the room, leaning back against the wall with a shrug. "Actually it said that it was going to devour my soul and send me to hell if I didn't offer a blood sacrifice. I figured bog water was a good enough substitute. I'll go get it back later, see if it's still hungry for souls."

[matriiiarch]

@gormez asked for a starter.

❝ GOMEZ… ❞ LIPS QUIVER AS THEY HOVER OVER HIS OWN, breath hitching. Niether of them could last a single minute without touching the other even in the most simplest of ways. A graze of fingertips or a light brush against shoulder, the very scent of him drove her wild. The feel of his mustache tickling at her upper lip, or the way her name sounded on his tongue. She was weak for him, knees trembling whenever in his presence. It never mattered where they were or who they were with, their affection was palpable. ❝ Mi amor, I feel as if it's been hours since I've kissed you. ❞ She swooned, tone purring as eyes slowly closed the closer she leaned into him.

[psychiclegacy]

@gormez continued from here

the confusion and fright dissipate partially because of the other's manner but there's a frown still lingering on xavier's face that clears into a scoff when gomez mentions his daughter's doings . " of course she did .. " more like a comment to himself in the form of a whisper , his green yes target the thing standing next to gomez for a moment before eyeing the older addams . " your daughter is onto me and i have no idea why .. "

[ehldrich]

' A WORLD AWAY, IN A DIFFERENT PLACE. where all of the nightmares come true. ' / @gormez ( sc. )