Y'all Wanna Talk About Chains? You Wanna Talk About How Much Firmer And Detailed Alastor’s Are Compared

- WRAPPED AROUND MY NECK ; the addams family.

pairing: wednesday addams + gn! reader

contains: adult wednesday (19), mentions of blood, mentions of a noose (not in a suicidal context), written with a wlw reader in mind but all can read, wednesday being wednesday.

"there you are, wednesday. i've been looking everywhere for you," a sickly sweet voice cut through the silence of the night, "you're going to freeze to death out here."

"i hope i do," wednesday declared, eyes wandering onto the patio below. though the stroke of midnight was fastly approaching, the party was still as lively as ever. an eruption of loud, roaring cheers emitting from the ballroom accompanied the chirp of crickets, along with the cooing of the wind. my parents must be putting a show on, the black-haired woman concluded.

"you're not going to die tonight," wednesday melted upon hearing her lover's voice, "at least, not without me."

for the first time, wednesday experienced what she assumed to be fear. however, it wasn't as dreadful as many described it: it was almost. . . exciting. it left her craving for more, more of you - the one person that made her faltering heart beat out of her chest. when was the last time she felt this sickening, but intriguing feeling? if any, at all?

a shadow cast over wednesday, feeling a familiar weight drape over her shoulders. with the fabric brushing her skin, she instantly knew you wrapped your jacket around her. the crisp air no longer nipped at the exposed skin of her lower back, where her black dress was cut.

"how generous of you; i'm surprised i didn't have to pry it from your cold, dead hands," wednesday teased, hugging the garment closer to her chest. she could fondly recall nearly fighting to the death with you for the same jacket, the blade of your sword resting coolly against her neck. she was impressed with your swordsmanship, though, you'd never be able to tell with her blank face. wednesday nearly cut your arm off after that, pugsley cheering her on.

"you'd like that, wouldn't you?" your tone was smug, the smirk on your face evident of that. for years, it seemed as though she had a goal to scare you to death. from a deceased relative reaching beyond the grave to grab your leg to a shadowy creature with multiple fearsome eyes stalking you (who you soon learned was her cousin), you've seen it all. however, her efforts were futile; you never even flinched once.

"i wouldn't be so cocky if i were you. i'll get you one of these days, you'll see," her words had a hint of teasing to them, however, she sounded eerily determined. wednesday fully intended to keep her promise.

"looking forward to it," you grinned, shoving your hands into your pockets. wednesday quirked her lips.

without another word, the two of you observed the rest of the party from the balcony. you spotted shaggy-haired cousin itt dancing with his wife in the crowd, as well as fester moving to the rhythm with a knife in his mouth. the thing was seated on his shoulder, wiggling his fingers enthusiastically.

morticia and gomez weren't difficult to find, they stood out the most with their extravagant waltz. with brilliant twists and spins, the lovers stole the show. gomez spun morticia around, holding her close to pepper her shoulder with many kisses. their obvious display of affection sent shivers down wednesday's spine and put a smile on your face.

wednesday tore her gaze away from her parents, nose scrunched up. out of habit, she reached for the charm dangling from her choker. inside the clear crystal was something so precious to her: a few drops of your blood. a similar vial hung from a chain around your neck, wednesday's blood filling the jewel.

she caressed the smooth surface, eyes darting back to see if you were staring at her. once she noticed you were still focused on the party, she pressed a small kiss to the crystal. it felt foreign and unnatural to her, yet, she should help but grin wickedly. you had her wrapped around her finger; the necklace clung around her neck tightly like a noose, wednesday struggled to breathe, gasping for air. the sensation left an almost unbearable stinging in her lungs, yet, it left her selfishly wanting more.

those amber eyes twinkled chillingly in the moonlight. she was going to enjoy scaring the pants off of you.

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those fuck ass animatronics would not have stood a chance against this absolute god

OKAY LISTEN

I absolutely LOVE the Pluto manga, not only does it give more Astro boy content as a whole but the anime adaption looks incredibly promising! AND I'M HYPED

BUT

The ONE, the ONE SINGLE thing that bugs me that I see some fans of Pluto do when describing Pluto is that it is Astro for adults, or that Astro is the kiddie version of Pluto AND AS A FAN OF BOTH MAKES ME WANT TO START TYING PEOPLE'S ARMS INTO PRETZEL KNOTS.

Not only because Astro boy came out FIRST as Pluto is a version of ASTRO BOY not the other way around, but because PLUTO took a dark part in the ASTRO BOY STORY and expanded on it in it's own unique and creative way, ASTRO AND PLUTO ARE BOTH DARK, BOTH ARE INCREDIBLY DARK, NEITHER ONE IS MORE "DARKER" THAN THE OTHER

There is so much darkness and tragedy in the original Astro boy series, but the difference between Astro and Pluto is that despite the tragedy Astro boy focuses a lot more on the positives of life, being able to live a happy life despite some of the negativity that surrounds you. That doesn't make it so it is less dark or more "for kids". Rather, it gives a sense of realism and hope, that you can live happy even if the world can be dark sometimes. And even though Pluto focuses on the more darker aspects of Tezuka's story, it has that same message of hope, Dr Oshay said it himself in the Pluto manga.

SO, THEY ARE BOTH EQUALLY GOOD AND EQUALLY DARK BUT THE MESSAGE OF POSITIVITY AND HEARTFELT AND HOPE AND FAMILY IS A HUGE ASPECT OF THE STORY. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND LOOKING INTO ASTRO BOY JUST AS MUCH AS I RECOMMEND YOU GIVE PLUTO A SHOT.

AND IF I HEAR *ONE* MORE PERSON SAY ONE IS DARKER THAN THE OTHER I *WILL* BE IN YOUR WALLS.

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For anyone who is unaware, MAP means "minor attracted person" though this is nothing but a false name Pedophiles use in attempt to weasel their way into the Queer community. If you see anyone using this flag, block them and report them if you can.

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god

Stupid israeli propaganda

Possessive

how the overlords would put a claim on you

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˚✧₊⁎ Carmilla Carmine ⁎⁺˳✧༚

As much as she loves spending her mornings in bed with you, wishfully thinking she could stay there all day, she can only give you 3 more minutes at best. Being an Overlord and a CEO keeps her rather busy. You’re grown, you can handle yourself (you have to in this world) she’s not keeping tabs on your whereabouts. Carmilla isn’t itching for a fight like these new “up and comers”. Giving you something to protect you when she’s not around simultaneously puts a target on your back. A simple ring with her name inscribed would suffice, satisfying any possessive vices she may or may not have

˚✧₊⁎ Zestial ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Abhorrent is jealousy, driving the younger generations to filth like, ugh, hickeys. Although, on a certain level he does understand. Being in Hell for as long as he has and alone the same amount, he knows all too well the primal need to claim what other’s might steal. One must leave their mark as a warning sign for others. Zestial’s exceptionally charming when he wants something, notably not asking when he presents you with the crisply wrapped gifts. There’s no less than twenty. Boxes upon boxes of accessories and clothes that suit you but hold his color palette, spider and web details to boot. He’s utterly thrilled when you wear them, showering you in compliments and declaring himself the luckiest soul in Hell

˚✧₊⁎ Rosie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Goodness, have you seen how sinners nowadays go about the whole ordeal? What happened to romance!? Call her old fashioned, but Rosie likes a smidge of glamour in her techniques! She’ll walk shoulder to shoulder with you, holding her parasail over the both of you. She’ll accidentally press her painted lips on your cheek and forget, quickly getting swept up into conversation with someone or the other. It’s fine, no one would question her! Not if they wanted to live anyways. Butterflies swarm her stomach when she notices you haven’t wiped her imprint away, a proud smile spreading across her face. It becomes purposeful as the days go on

˚✧₊⁎ Alastor ⁎⁺˳✧༚

While happy to broadcast newsworthy exploits, sharing his private affairs with the world is out of the question. Of course the appeal of it all isn’t lost on him, he merely doesn’t see the point. Why broaden your horizons of potential dangers by claiming you publicly? To calm that unruly, covetous alien in the pit of his chest? He’s not that selfish! Besides, nothing less than something permanent could truly satisfy him anyhow

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

If he doesn’t have eyes on you, he’s working. Those measley hours apart won’t stop him from reminding all of Hell you still belong to him. He doesn’t trust anyone down here. He’ll convince you it’s for your safety that he tightens the collar around your neck. With a hum of approval, Val’s long and slender fingers twist the tag with his name on it. Heart shaped, of course, he loves you after all!

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Only the insecure need to put a claim on their person. That’s not Vox, no way! You’re never really out of his sights anyways, what with today’s power of technology and all! The need to brand you goes a different route. He wants everyone to know you’re spoken for, pulling you on camera every chance he gets. He wants them to stare in awe and envy but cast their eyes down when you walk by in public. A slight on you would be a slight on him personally and no one messes with The Vees

˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Truthfully, there isn’t much she wouldn’t do. You’re all over her Sinstagram and that says it all. Every runway show, every red carpet walk, every paparazzi shot you’re always beside her. Vel dresses you left and right to match her OOTD somehow. She snaps a pic every single day (sometimes more) to show her followers their favorite couple is thriving and stylish as always! The description never fails to scream how your all hers

c!techno 🐷❤️

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