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[mlsdr-blog]

mctriarchy replied to your post: MELI !!!! BE MY BEST FRIEND I TOO THINK THE NIGHT...

im not saying they’d braid each others hair && talk about the inevitable destruction of the world but ???

they’d braid each others hair & talk about the inevitable destruction of the world, yeah !!

[victoriantraveler]

tish adopting all of the companions continued from here

“It’s a very lovely dress, Mrs Addams,” Victoria reassured, all the while trying the pull up the neckline so she felt more comfortable. “I don’t suppose you have anything,” her fingers fumbled with the lace on the sleeves. “--pink do you? Or cream?” 

Oh that was a foolish thing to ask! Mrs Addams was a very certain type of woman, the type that liked shades of violet and black and deep deep reds. Mature! She wasn’t anything like that. She was soft and had a love of pastels. They were two very different types, Victoria was sure either of their dresses would rarely be found in the other’s wardrobe. 

“I’m sorry. That was a very silly thing to say.”

[adamstcphens]

Meeting The Mom

@mctriarchy

Adam had known Mrs. Addams for years. Since he was a tot, and his grandmother would bring him around to play with Wednesday and Pugsley. But years had gone by, and the teenager was now essentially courting Wednesday. Although she would never say that it was so. And Adam liked and respected Wednesday too much to say it was. But Morticia and Gomez were no fools. Only one boy came over to talk about curses, and raise zombies. 

Adam had come over early one day to spend time, and Wednesday was apparently out running errands with Pugsley. To be polite, he visited Morticia in the green house. “Good morning Mrs. Addams,” he smiled sweetly “-the nightshade is coming in beautifully this time of year, isn’t it?”

[divinechoke-blog]

      ❝ so , six days without your family and only me for company , how much are you regretting it so far ? ❞     SHE DOESN’T REALLY MEAN it , she was just teasing her.  there’s still a fond smile on her lips , sunglasses perched on her head and helmet discarded next to her on the picnic blanket.  it was the dead of night --- of course it was but when else would she want to spend time with her companion.  

there was something about her that was so charming and she’d been quick to launch pass all of gabrielle’s defences to become one of the few beings she actually liked.  hands rest in her lap as she watches her , that rye smile not leaving her features.  they were so incredibly different , how they stayed such good friends over the years she was rather unsure , but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.       *:･ﾟ ☠️   ‵ @mctriarchy liked for a starter.

[pctriarchy]

@mctriarchy so querida when are we adopting @deetziisms

[controlledapocalypse]

@mctriarchy​

“I daresay you’re too old-fashioned, Mrs. Addams, and coming from me, that’s really saying something. Don’t get me wrong, poison is a classic and quite romantic, but... It’s just not very inventive. Innovation. It’s the key to success. Admittedly, it still feels like this planet moves at a snails’ pace to me, but I’m sure you must notice it’s sped up from absolutely glacial.”

[acquittcd]

"I will love you till time has lost all meaning"

        Would she truly? Wasn’t it too late now for such pretty promises? Gomez thinks it is. Far too late. Why did she have to wait until the bitter end to just say it?        After all he’d done- all the time he’d devoted to winning her affections, the lives he’d slaughtered in her name, the sacrifices he’d made-- She’d remained as stoic and cold as ever. Demanding more of him. More and more and more until he had nothing left to give.        Death must have had a funny way of warming her heart, more than he ever could. And it had finally caught up to them both. By sunrise there would be no more words left to say, no more chances. They would just be ashes in the wind. And he almost hated her for it.        And yet- His hands cease their trembling and he’s swallowing thickly, desperately reaching through the bars of his prison to grasp her hand on the other side, pressing himself against the rusted metal even though it was useless to try and be close to her now.“Cara Mia- That’s all I ever wanted.”

[deathtopart-blog]

@mctriarchy:

Pubert had grown from the child who avoided death the way Dracula ran from a furious crowd of torch-bearing, monster-scared townspeople. Filled with a case of purely dumb luck and the ability to predict the malicious intent of his siblings, Pubert had made his place permanent in the infamous Addams family. As if he ever could with any other family with the name he was given.

He was also very aware of… the nefarious sort as it were.

“Who would take an interest like THAT in Uncle Fester?”