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[shinesurge]

Posting another bit from Honest Work someone mentioned in a nice comment because I do like this thing even if it isn't as polished as my novel writing

[b-yyearns]

give me the forever honeymoon phase pls </3

[sleepyking]

Addams Family headcanons that are canon in my brain, and the fic that I’ll write someday

Long post under the cut:3

Morticia: has a bad habit of kidnapping children away from shitty families. She doesn’t keep any of them (until Bianca), but she looks after them until she can find them good foster families (she has ~contacts~).

Gomez: abandonment issues. Prefers animals over humans, and has a habit of adopting any animal without a home (or with bad owners).

Wednesday: actually gets attached to people easily, depending on who they are—usually it’s just with people that remind her of Pugsley. Has a HUGE soft spot for kids that get bullied. At her old schools, she would look out for anyone that was being bullied, not just Pugsley. Thinks she’s unloveable.

Pugsley: VERY protective of his sister. He knows she doesn’t like herself, and that she thinks she’s not capable of being loved, and does whatever he can to try and prove her wrong. Looks up to Wednesday and sees her as his hero. He’s also the only one that can really decipher what she means when she says things that sound mean.

Thing: Wednesday and Pugsley see him as their older brother, and he loves it.

Additional:

Eugene: sees Wednesday as his older sister, and was super nervous that she would think he’s weird because of it and stop being his friend. Was incredibly happy to find out that she sees him as her little brother. Morticia and Gomez tried to adopt him, but he loved his moms and they love him, so instead they just started inviting him and his moms to their family events. He stays at the Addams Family Manor sometimes.

Bianca: Morticia met her and immediately started forging the adoption papers. Seriously that woman has a sixth sense for recognizing mistreated children

[encantresse]

The sound of something clinking, clattering in the figure's hands is the first indication of something coming. It waits at the end of the hall, tracing the sound of footsteps.

"...I need to ask you something."

There's a faint strain to the figure's voice, almost like it's hesitating to present the question — Almost.

"Something could have happened to me, earlier. I put little stock into any of this, but... I'm in no hurry to get myself killed to know for certain. There is someone I must live for."

A year ago, a promise had been made. A year later, that promise is all that's left. Pride is worth many things, but it can't keep one safe from danger.

The figure's hand opens to reveal three tokens. It's a meager amount, but being conservative with these things is probably the best course of action. In the figure's mind, there is only the faint hope that she'll be forgiving about all this.

After all, come tomorrow, he might not be here to apologize to her.

"...If someone with a mask were to strike to kill me, and I, acting in self-defense, struck or even killed them in return... What would happen?"

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝐬𝐢𝐧 #AMBlade2025

"hm...?"

it comes as no surprise that she's been sought out for answers yet again. in a painful twist, it's nearly reminiscent of the life she's led outside these walls — it was the mystical songstress who often was sought out, and hardly the girl behind the title. and here, now, the very same — the masked fortuneteller sought out in place of dorothea.

this strange place demands jobs of them nevertheless, and so she performs her duties as any other. where she might've offered the man a sympathetic smile, he is met only with the stoic exterior of the mask. in place of that usual reassurance, she lends her ears to his trouble isntead, allowing him to unload this weight off his chest.

no sooner does he pose his question does dorothea's spine suddenly stiffen.

a question she's already heard once before, realizing now in abject horror that she must relive it again.

VISION RECEIVED: thick, inky veils of darkness are drawn over her eyes, blinding her....

"you'll be thrown into the darkness," she breathes out, long before the vision has even ended. whether he hears her or not, the fortuneteller is unsure, for she is busy flailing inside the void.

the sun and stars extinguished .. .. .. .. . darkness clawing at her skin and pulling her deeper in. suffocation . t presses against her . ... darkness forcing its way down her eye sockets and throat, suffocation . wrapping around her entrails and drowning her further. deeper, deeper, into

when she resurfaces with a shuddering gasp, pulling air back into her lungs as if drowned.

"you can't."

[oddpoodle]

I’m having a nervous breakdown today but I’m gonna turn off my phone notifications and play my silly little dinosaur games instead of paying attention to any of it ✌🏻😎

[foolishgamers]

i literally cannot wait for vidcon content already

[clownsuu]

Do you have a horny blog/Twitter?