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"Are you okay?" My comfort show is CRIMINAL MINDS, I think that answers it enough. ☹️
Holes In The Wall
To those of you interested in my fic about good ol’ young Technoblade learning to be an archaist (see this post) I am working on the first few chapter’s now! I will be posting it here and on Ao3! It will be tittle Holes In The Wall. Just wanted to let you guys know it is now underway, so that you can fallow and or interact to keep up with progress on the story. Interaction helps keep me motivated and would be greatly appreciated, but it’s up to you. Anyway here’s the first few paragraphs to try and catch your interest!
You know, maybe. Just maybe he should have paid a little less attention. Perhaps then he wouldn’t be standing in the middle of a crowd in Los Angeles, 16 and free. Blood on his boots and the world beneath him. A few friends and a new name. To put it simply, this is how he became The Blade.
1 year earlier
In all realness Dave hadn’t wanted to join a club, but Wilbur was in one and he didn’t want to stay after school alone. To this Dave argued that Tommy would have to be alone at the house. The instant counter came from their father, Phil, saying that he would be home to be with the young boy.
So here he was. Standing in front of the fencing club for two reasons. It was in the same hall as the music room, and he said that if he was forced to stay at school longer than he had to he was going to be violent about it.
Last week at the fantastic film club I attend I got to choose a film that is very dear to my heart: Everything Everywhere All At Once.
I LOVE this film. When I saw it in 2022, with only the vague buzz of bemused critical acclaim & an image of Michelle Yeoh with a googly eye firmly implanted in the middle of her forehead to go on, it came at a time when my love for physically visiting the cinema had waned. Tickets were ever pricier, satisfaction levels harder to predict, my enthusiasm for taking that risk had levelled off despite my lifelong love of the full cinematic experience. EEAAO was, unequivocally, the movie that made me truly love cinema again. I saw it twice more, inspired in the process to found the Movie Club I now co-run in work!
I love it all, even certain gross/absurdist moments (well, except for one!) that would make me cringe elsewhere. I adore the choices, insane attention to detail, aesthetics, humour. The incredible & wildly imaginative visual effects, choreography, acting, settings, make-up & costumes - ohhh the costumes! 🥰 I was besotted with Jobu Tupaki's glorious array of outfits & the care that went into having them be thematically appropriate at any given moment. I love the sheer effort and attention that went into every single frame and how beautifully every sci-fi element was an apt yet simple metaphor for the intricacies and contradictions of real life.
It was sweet to see Ke Huy Quan make such a touching comeback; those moments between Waymond & Evelyn are so moving and his speech about choosing kindness adds layers of tears for me every time.
But, on a personal, bittersweet note, the thing I love most of all, is that at its heart this is a story of something that maybe isn't explored enough: the unique, often fraught, often unspeakably nuanced & difficult dynamic between mothers and daughters, and the legacy of that generational trauma. The way this film depicts that specific bond spoke to me profoundly, still stunning me now with its nuance and relatability.
I weep inconsolably every time and, imho, Stephanie Hsu should have absolutely run away with that Oscar win and I will proudly die on this hill 😊
The hugs are gestures that make you happy 💜
links to some translations under the cut
и заодно выложу пару любопытным образом перекликающихся переводов потрясающих фанфиков!
тьма нынче обретает жизнь великолепного автора @/goodlucktai
и еще одна покорившая меня зарисовка rem - а тени пусть уходят
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙣𝙚: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙨
"Three, two, one,"
The sound of the mailman's scream reached Harry's ear. The black-haired boy smirked in delight, as he and his two laughing siblings stuck their heads through the bushes of their home, watching as the mailman ran, screaming and waving his hands in the air, as a spider climbed down the mailbox and into his little sister's awning hands.
"Good job, Homer, you managed to scare that man out of his wits," commented Harry as he stood up from the ground, Wednesday and Pugsley following. "How did you know he was afraid of spiders, Harry?" questioned Pugsley as he looked up at his older brother, admiration and wonder in his piercing blue eyes. "Yes, how did you know, Harry?" Wednesday asked in a skeptical tone. Her eyebrows rose in question, as her noose braids (braids he helped her do early this morning before elementary school started) swayed as they walked back to the house.
Harry smirked at his siblings. "Simple. I gave him a ring last week and pretended to be a person from a cruise company, saying he won a free cruise to the Caribbean. I asked him a bunch of questions, where he was from, his favorite color, before asking what he was most afraid of. To which he answered, saying: "Spiders, I hate spiders". Before I hung up on him."
Wednesday gave a smirk of her own. She loved her older brother and his schemes. He was very good at plotting a plan and hatching it. Of course, their mother and father taught him from a very young age.
"How thrilling, who shall we prey on next, dear brother?" she asked. Harry gave her an amused look. "I was thinking, Mr. Tully, he should be easy. Knowing that he's a coward would make my job easier." mused Harry, before they walked up the stairs of their home and opened the door. The three Addamses strode into their home, their dirty shoes creating stains and footprints on the plush carpet in the entryway, right by the winding staircase.
"Children!" said a silky voice coming from the top of the stairs. Standing there in a tight-fitting black dress was their mother. Morticia Addams. Her long glossy hair was in waves, and her arms were crossed over her chest. Her blood-red nails tapped against her arm as she arched a brow at her children. "Have you seen your father? He was supposed to be back by now." Harry turned his head to look at his siblings before shaking his head.
"I'm sorry, mother. We have not. We'll let you know when we see him." Harry gave her a nod before trailing off to the kitchens, where he knew his grandmother would be cooking some delicious dinner. Wednesday and Pugsley tried to follow, but their mother called their names, making them stop. Harry didn't stick around to hear what his mother wanted from his siblings and continued walking towards the kitchens - passing portraits as he went.
There were many portraits of his family. A lot of them were portraits of his siblings, with a few of his entire family—father, mother, sister, brother, and grandmother,—and a couple of just his parents; who were usually in a passionate embrace; and a few of his distant relations.
Of course, there was a portrait of his mother and him. It was his favorite. His mother and Harry were sitting in the cemetery, his mother wearing her long black dress and her blood-red lips were pulled into a smirk. Morticia had her hand resting on a toddler, Harry. His unruly black hair was as long and curly as ever, and her nails were running through the locks. He wore black shorts and a white button-up shirt with black suspenders, and in his hands was a butcher knife he stole from the kitchens earlier that day. His pale skin looked sickly and his green eyes were narrowed in concentration with his round glasses perched on the tip of his nose, and a sneer was curled at his lips. The portrait was perfect for Harry, and it made his stomach tingle with a feeling he didn't understand.
After admiring the portrait, he made a mental note to tell Lurch to dust this portrait corridor and make sure this particular portrait was extra dusty. He sighed and ran his hands through his black curls before counting his journey to the kitchens. The closer he got, the better he could hear his grandmother screeching the lullaby song she always sang while cooking. His Grandmother's voice could send a man to an early grave, and the thought of it made Harry shiver in pleasure.
He pushed the doors open and smirked at his grandmother. Her hair was fizzy and in a matted mess, and she wore an apron with blood and rips, and in the pockets of her apron were bits and pieces of body parts and herbs. He could smell witch hazel and herbs brewing in the many pots and cauldrons, and on the walls were recipes and potion recipes tacked up. Dried herbs were hanging from the ceiling and the walls, and glass vials and bottles were stocked everywhere.
"Hello Grandmother," said Harry in a bored voice. Grandmama looked over her shoulder to see her oldest grandson striding into the kitchen. She smirked and clapped her hands together. "Ah! Harry! Come, come! It's time for our lessons." an eager spark was in her eyes as she brushed her white hair back. "Today I'm going to show the art of poison, something that every child your age should have perfected. Tell me, did you read that book I gave you?"
Harry smirked in response. "Of course I did." He laced his hands together and bent them back, cracking them. He was buzzing in anticipation of the prospect of poisoning someone. He knew the basics, but he wanted to learn how to become immune to the poisons and how to get away with murder by only giving the victim small doses at a time.
Poisoning is a natural art for the Addamses. And even though he wasn't born an Addams, he's still an Addams in name and because he grew up in this family of eccentrics and "weirdos". Maybe he could even poison Bradly Chiles — an annoying boy from his elementary class. He was pretty, blonde, with perfect blue eyes, and a dick. He was a bully and hated Harry. Although, he never tries anything with Harry. Not since the third day of school. Not since Harry embarrassed Bradly so badly, he pissed himself in front of the entire 4th grade. Yes, that was a delightful day. The memory made Henry smirk to himself before he shook himself awake and took in the information his grandmother was giving him.
For the next two hours, Harry and Grandmama were in the kitchen, cutting herbs and roots, brewing poisons, and learning how to cut a mandrake root the proper way. It wasn't until the shrill scream of the alarm in the kitchen did they stop.
"Oh! That's dinner." Grandmama shuffled over to the oven. "We'll continue this lesson tomorrow, Harry." Harry nodded his head. "Okay. I'll go let Pugsley and Wednesday know that dinner is ready." He strode out of the kitchen and passed the portraits and heard his family before he saw them. Wednesday and Pugsley were screaming at each other, trying to see who had the most terrifying scream, and his parents were dancing to Lurch playing the harpsichord. His parents—as always—sported loving expressions on their faces as they waltz, his mother's head leaning against his father's shoulders.
Harry's face muscles twitched at the sight before clearing his throat.
"Dinner is ready," Gomez stops and turns his head towards Harry, a smirk on his face. "Ah! Harry my boy!" He and Morticia glide over to Harry. Wednesday and Pugsley followed their parents close behind. "Grandmama has demanded that it's dinnertime," he explained.
"Oh, Grandmama, what would we do without her repulsive dinners and demands?" cooed Morticia as the family of five wandered down to the dining room.
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It was a horrible Saturday morning. The blasted sun was out, and the birds were chirping, and children were riding their bikes outside. When Harry woke up this morning, he recoiled in disgust at the sight of the sun's rays streaming into his black and bleak room. Poor Wednesday had screamed in terror at the sight.
He sighed and rolled off his bed, donning his black shorts and black-and-white striped shirt, and pulled on his socks and combat boots before striding down the stairs. Lurch was currently dusting the house and as he passed, Harry dragged his index finger across the railing of the winding staircase and saw it covered in dust. He smirked.
"Thank you Lurch," Lurch groaned in response and watched as Harry walked down the stairs with all the grace he learned from his mother, and the confidence he learned from his father. He watched as Pugsley ran around the house from Wednesday, clutching the headless doll she slept with.
"Come back here, you big lump!!" she shouted as Pugsley laughed. Harry's heart softened at the sight.
The doors opened from Gomez's office and Harry watched as Tully slumped away, keeping his briefcase close to his chest. Harry noticed immediately that Tully's suit was ripped in a few places, most likely because of his father beating him once again at their duel. Of course, that's what Harry expected. Gomez Addams has years of Mazurka training and Addams blood running through his veins. He's a natural swordsman.
Tully ignored all the chaos around him and walked out of the Addames home. He didn't even realize that the pet lion; Kitty walked past him and into the home. Purring in contempt. Once the doors slammed shut, Harry smiled and placed his hand on Kitty's head.
"Hello Kitty, pleasant sleep?" the lion purred in response as Harry's pale, long, and spider-like fingers threaded through his mane.
"Harry!! Tell Pugsley to give me back my doll!!"
Harry let his eyes land on his 9-year-old sister. Her black hair was in braids and her eyes were filled with anger and mischief. He knew, once this was all over, Wednesday would play a dangerous prank or use Pugsley as a guinea pig for one of her newest torture devices she received from her subscription: "Torturous Tortue". His mother had insisted she'd get a membership for her 9th birthday.
"Pugsley, why on earth did you outright steal her doll?" scolded Harry. His eyes filled with disappointment. "Haven't I taught better than this? You don't steal the doll, you do something to the doll. Fill it with confetti, or worse, pink glitter." Pugsley looked down in shame.
"Now, Pugsley, give Wednesday her doll back," Pugsley sighed and gave the doll back to Wednesday before he slithered off into the manor. Wednesday smirked before walking off in the opposite direction, a gleam of mischief in her eyes.
Harry smirked and walked towards the dining room where Lurch was preparing breakfast while his mother sat next to his father's chair, opening up letters and muttering to herself.
"Good morning, Mother," greeted Harry. Morticia looked up and gave her eldest a loving smile.
"Good morning Harry, how was your sleep?" Harry kissed his mother's cheek before sitting down next to her. "Oh, it was horrible, filled with night terrors and darkness."
"Wonderful!" she chimed in. Lurch handed Harry a plate full of slop from his Grandmother's brew and he rubbed his hands in glee. His grandmother was the perfect cook.
As he ate his food, Morticia gasped at the sight of a letter. He looked up, his brows furrowing in confusion and curiosity. His mother hastily looked over the letter, reading the address and recognizing her old teacher's handwriting. She smiled softly before looking up at her son.
"Harry, darling, you are aware that we adopted you," started Morticia, as she placed the letter down on the table. Harry stopped eating and nodded his head. His parents never once kept the truth from him, that he was adopted and a mass murderer killed his biological parents.
"Well, my little snake, you have been invited by the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to attend their school." Harry looked down at his ringless fingers. "Is that the same school you attended, Mother?" Morticia nodded. "Yes, I had a lovely time there." She sighed happily.
"The school is in England and we would have to schedule a port key to take you there, and I would have to write to my sister to meet you and house you for a couple of weeks before term starts, and you'll have to do you shopping there as well." Gomez walked into the dining room and sat down next to his wife, kissing her cheek.
"But, I think you'll be able to go if you wish," Gomez looked up at his wife, confusion laced in his eyes. "Go where Cara Mia?" Morticia smiled and looked at her husband. "Oh my dear, Harry has been invited to attend Hogwarts, and I was just explaining to him what we'd have to do to ensure he goes." Gomez looked at his son with pride. "Oh, that's wonderful! Yes, we shall have to make all the arrangements."
"What if I refused?" said Harry, making his parents look at him in shock. "What do you mean, son?" asked Gomez, his brows shot up into his hair. "What if I do not wish to attend Hogwarts?" he repeated, his voice trembling. Morticia caught his tremble and smiled sadly at her boy.
"Oh Harry, this decision is not up to your father or myself. This is yours. You must decide, and whatever your decision is, we shall support you. No matter what." She reached across the table and held his hand in hers, rubbing her thumb on his pale skin. Harry gave his mother a rare smile and nodded his head.
"I wish to go, Mother, Father,"
Next Chapter
HAHAHA YES IT’S HAPPENING!!!
this is Demon Bull Family x adopted demon child! Reader
it’s very cute and wholesome and aaaaa I’m excited to write more of it! We’re at 2 chapters at the moment
enjoy! Don’t feel forced to read it, tho, if it ain’t your cup of tea :)
I may or may not be working on the beginning chapters of TWO proper more than one part fics.....stay tuned bc if y'all like my platonic, family themed content it'll be fun :)
Chapter 4 of “FATED FIRE FAMILY” is up! A family dinner that goes just fine and, of course, Redson being dragged to bed because there’s no way y/n will let him pull an all nighter.
"And I Wish I picked up better habits from my father Like chewing gum instead of yelling at my mother And I Wish my brother taught me magic More than he taught me betrayal."
-Isabella Lamberty, An Epiphany of Enlightened Illusions
I'd like to introduce you to my founder of the family dynamics challenge Jarlen Enberg.
A lot has happened since i've started but here is the TLDR
He met & fell in love with Manala
He has a best friend named Roy
Well, he has /a lot/ of friends... (roy is his fav though)
He decided he wanted to make the relationship last forever
During this time he completed his culinary degree so he could continue to advance through his career.... did also mention he won the freakin lotto?!?! goodbye student debt & power cuts
All of the normal pre wedding parties happened, some getting crazier than others...
Then the big day happened.
annnnd now youre caught up :)
They are currently in Mt. Komorebi celebrating their honey moon
Roy D. Orleans just bought 6214 rodman ave & is currently moving in, finally Jarlen can visit Roy
okay im forcing myself to sleep but i started on the enberg mini wiki here
i started a lil family tree but figuring out how to get it to look how i want on a new page is killing me
i love Jarlen’s cluttered walls that showcase all his major events, i need to move stuff around to fit in his wife’s paintings but its like a time capsule
also im going to run out of wall space
List of main characters
Each of the characters in this story help control different aspects of life on earth.
Protagonists
Michael: Military and Leadership. He had some “marriage complications” and is now on Earth.
Satan: wrath and anger. Think of him like a punk rock uncle.
Beelzebub: Gluttony and the lord of the fly. A gentle giant that doesn’t talk very much.
Mammon: Greed and corporations. He’s reminiscent of a dragon.
Asmodeus: lust and love. Head of a man, a ram, and a bull.
Belphagor: Sleep and laziness. She’s the second youngest of the main characters.
Leviathan: Envy and the waters. I made what I think to be an ocean dilf…we don’t talk about it.
Jeremy Seaborne: a witch that was raised by Leviathan, and calls him dad.
Antagonists
Lucifer: Pride and the King of Hell. He’s a twin to Satan.
War: the second horseman. Michaels (ex)wife.
The Antichrist: think of them like a Frankensteins Monster.
Side characters
Lilith: mother of 4 of the princes, as well as the bringer of spring. She’s a loving mother.
Stolas: A teacher of herbs and the stars. He’s a helping hand to Jeremy.
Death: the first horseman. Friends with belphagor.
Famine: the third horseman. Married to beelzebub.
Pestilence: the final horseman. Friends with death and belphagor as well.
Asmodeus (this is more of a physical description)
He has 3 heads. One can’t see, one can’t hear, one can’t speak. Their looks are based on who is looking at them. His family sees him as a tall three headed little brother, to them he has freckles, round glasses and curly brown hair.
Her husband also sees what his family sees. But everyone else perceives them as what their type is. Whether it is their type of significant other, or an ideal friend. Shes very caring and loves her family and husband to death. He was the second to know about Michael's deviations to god's plan for the angel. They see the love attached to everyone’s heart and who it goes to.
I hope you know I would— I would do anything to protect that little urchin. I know.
Yes to all of these, to add a few personal experiences as the youngest of many
-I am my brothers favorite. I know this because my sister once asked him to take her to Starbucks because she was his favorite sister so I shouted “IM his favorite sister” and he agreed with me
-the most random things said (our family ALSO made a cards against humanity: inside joke edition and we keep notes of weird things people say)
-I made an over dramatic post about my sister not returning my hand heart and like 3 months later she saw it and asked if it was about her
-one of my sisters and I have a very specific routine for getting ice cream and it’s always just the two of us at the same place
-I used to be obsessed with Singing in the Rain when I was younger and my dad named the gopher that eats our garden Pierre so whenever we see him we all start quoting the “Pierre you shouldn’t have come” scene
-when I mean obsessed I mean we were on a cross country road trip I made everyone in the car watch it back to back like 5 times and I’m the only one who didn’t get sick of it
-I shared a room with one sibling until I was 10 and she listened to Harry Potter every night to fall asleep, specifically book 7 disc 3 because it was the only one from that book without anything scary, now we both can recite that disc almost word for word
-one sibling went to see the American Girl Doll Revue and eventually passed the CD down to me. It’s been like 10 years and I can still sing the songs and everyone else in the family hates it. Addies story was scary.
Writing about siblings in an upcoming bit, and it got me thinking about sibling energy. So, share your favorite sibling energy, either from first-hand experience or fiction!
My current thoughts are “would start a fight at a family reunion if sibling got insulted”, “would prefer if no fights were had at the family reunion”, “always understands each other and could probably communicate solely in weird facial expressions”, and of course, “could give a half-hour PowerPoint about how awesome sibling is with ten minutes notice, and it would probably go over”.
my sim for the family dynamics challenge🥰
