#a good day for death

[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death Christmas Special

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Christmas Special

            “Alright, everyone, you have your teams!” said Enid, standing proudly at the front of the dorm. “Get ready, get set…Time of gingerbread houses! Best theme wins the right to choose the star of our dorm tree!”

            She was instantly running to grab candy and ice cream to make her gingerbread house into the cutest thing ever (and Ajax was more than happy to help her). She had gumdrops, glittery sprinkles, and a hell of a lot of icing.

            Bianca, Xavier, and Eugene (they had been invited and shoved into a team since Enid wasn’t letting Xavier get paired with Wednesday when she could play matchmaker instead) got some supplies and sat down. Bianca and Xavier instantly began arguing over what to make the theme, and Eugene quietly started cracking cookies apart to make a beehive.

            (Y/N) got a combination of a bunch of candy and instantly popped some into their mouth. When Wednesday levelled a look, they grinned impishly.

            “What?” They shrugged.

            “We need our supplies,” said Wednesday, organizing walls of the gingerbread house.

            “You’re into this?” (Y/N) smiled. “That’s so cool!”

            “I want to win. The sweets and colors and ‘Christmas spirit’ have nothing to do with it,” said Wednesday.

            “Whatever you say,” said (Y/N), not offput by any of Wednesday’s “attitude.” “Want me to cut the head off of these gummy bears so they’re dead?”

            Wednesday paused and raised a brow. “Murder on Christmas?”

            (Y/N) grinned. “It would be fun.”

            “Destroy all the peace on earth and goodwill to men with murder,” mused Wednesday. “I approve the storyline.”

            “Great,” said (Y/N). They held out a handful of gummy bears. “What color is the killer?”

            “Red. Blood on the green ones with contrast better to highlight the gruesomeness,” said Wednesday.

            “Got it,” said (Y/N), grabbing a plastic knife and cutting off a tiny gummy bear’s head. (They also may or may not have popped another one into their mouth).

            While they did so, Wednesday created the house and began to splatter blood across it. With toothpicks and some incredible ingenuity with gingerbread, a tiny guillotine sat in the yard of the house. (Y/N) happily added heads to one side and bodies to the other.

            “We should put ‘Redrum’ on the side of the house so it’s spookier,” said (Y/N).

            “Cliché but on theme,” said Wednesday. That was her way of complimenting the contribution, so (Y/N) hummed and opened a candy-cane. Wednesday didn’t even comment and just snapped another one into a spike for the yard. (She knew that (Y/N) had a love for all things sweet, which made their friendship that much more a mystery).

            “Times up!” called Enid. “Everyone front and center with your gingerbread houses!”

            She and Ajax were first up to put theirs on the counter. It was a sparkling castle of gumdrops and gingerbread. M&Ms made tiles for the roof, and sparkling sprinkles made the snow shine in the light. It was a lovely, classic gingerbread house and totally Enid and Ajax.

            “It’s so cute, Enid,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Full-on Christmas,” said Bianca.

            “I’m going to choose to pretend that is a compliment,” said Enid.

            “Watch it, Bianca,” said Ajax.

            “Try me, Beanie,” said Bianca.

            “Can we not?” groaned Xavier. It was bad enough working with her, but he had to stare at Wednesday and (Y/N) being so seamless together that it drove him up the wall, and this was the terrible icing on the cake.

            “Come on, show yours,” said (Y/N), eager to stop the conflict.

            “Here,” said Eugene, smiling. He put his (What did Bianca and Xavier have to do with it?) creation on the counter. It was a beehive of gingerbread complete with icing as honey and gumdrops as bees. Candy-canes were makeshift flowers that the bees landed on.

            “It’s so you,” said (Y/N). “I didn’t even realize you could cut these into hexagons.”

            Eugene smiled. “I know bees.”

            “(Y/N), Wednesday, your turn!” said Enid.

            “Tada,” said (Y/N), gesturing to it.

            “Slaughterhouse,” said Wednesday. “Or as I like to call it, home.”

            “You turned innocent gingerbread houses and gummy bears into a murder scene?” said Bianca. “Weird, even by our standards.”

            “At least we had fun,” said (Y/N) “innocently.” Wednesday was tempted to smirk as Bianca glowered and (Y/N) just grinned happily.

            “I hate to say it, but I think Slaughterhouse wins,” said Enid, staring at it. “It’s so…detailed.” She smiled. “You really got into the Christmas spirit, Wednesday, (Y/N)!”

            “Thanks,” said (Y/N).

            “Take that back,” said Wednesday, offended.

            “Congratulations, you two get to choose the star for your dorm’s tree,” said Ajax, smiling.

            “Can it be flames to burn the monstrosity?” said Wednesday.

            “Hey, I let you put a voodoo doll of your family memory handing from a noose on the tree,” said Enid. “No disrespecting the tree.”

            “I like this star,” said (Y/N), picking up a silver snowflake. “Wednesday, what do you think?”

            Enid wiggled her eyebrows at Wednesday as Wednesday’s attitude melted away.

            “The edges are like daggers,” said Wednesday. “We can put it up.”

            (Y/N) smiled happily, and Wednesday’s heart thumped. How unfortunate, she was still alive. At least (Y/N) was there.

            “I’ll put it up. Come and see our tree, guys,” said Enid, pulling the others to see all the ornaments that had been put up in the dorm. (She wasn’t joking when she said she’d let (Y/N) and Wednesday add whatever ornaments they wanted. It was a little…grim, but, hey, it was also familial with everyone making their additions).

            (Y/N) watched the tree light up with the silver star on top. They smiled. “Thanks for making the gingerbread house with me, Wednesday. It was a lot of fun.”

            “Murder seems to be our specialty,” said Wednesday.

            “A lot more fun when it’s candy,” said (Y/N), chuckling. Reaching over, they picked up Hershey’s kisses and held out a hand. “Kiss?”

            Wednesday paused and looked at (Y/N). “What?”

            (Y/N) flushed slightly. “Chocolate? For a job well-done? It’s not dark chocolate, but it’s good.”

            Wednesday hesitated before reaching out and taking the candy. “I like sweet things. Occasionally.” She glanced at (Y/N)’s face.

            (Y/N)’s heart fluttered, and they smiled. “I’m, uh, glad.” They had no idea what that meant, but they could hope, right? Clearing their throat, they looked back at the tree and their friends. “Merry Christmas, Wednesday.”

            “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

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[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[an-established-butt-dent]

Solas x Lavellan

Dragon age the Veilguard

Tel banal, ara'ma

It won’t be terrible if you’re with me.

Available as print here.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

None of our hands are clean

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[dungeon-roomba]

LIBERAL EMO BANDS

fall out PERSON TRANS cab for cutie TWINK-182 PANSEXUAL! at the disco paraMORE WOKE WOMEN’S RIGHTS of spring my chemical romance good charoLGBTQ PERSON OF COLOR veil brides green GAY

[shalom-iamcominghome]

I love talking to rabbis as a recent conversion student because the interaction goes something like, "you're converting? Now?! At this time, at this moment in history?!". And they always talk about this influx of jewish convert students they've seen recently, and it's like...

There's this level of respect I get from rabbis for converting at this point in time, but... Has there ever been a good time to be a jew in the last thousand years or so plus? I'm imagining that rabbis and jews in general back in 1492, back in 1290, back in 1349 would have said the exact same thing. So, really, there is only a time to be a jew. Maybe it's not a "good" time, yes, but it is a time. And to me, that's good enough

[aarghone]

He's just a gunky goopy lil guy

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 314

Danny has discovered something absolutely amazing. While he can’t cook for shit, he can? Actually bake? Really well? Must be those bonding sessions in Long Now with Clockwork making all those cookies and cakes and everything else. 

But? This means he can A, actually make himself food, and B, has somehow befriended several more ghosts, including his rogues. Apparently he gave off bedraggled cat vibes when covered in flour. Or they just enjoyed the cupcakes he’d made to look like them in a sleep deprived ferver. 

But hey, he even has a decent job while he’s in (online due to medical issues, officially) college at one of the local bakery-cafes. Which means he also gets free coffee, so that’s nice too. Just erm, he might’ve gotten in the habit of handing cookies or other baked goods to anyone trying to attack him.

Look, it’s how he befriended his rogues (Apparently Fright Knight, being the ghost of Autumn, enjoys pumpkin spice cookies, who knew?) and they even continue to visit too. 

So really, it’s not his fault that there’s several goonion (honestly Sam will be pleased to learn they’ve got a union) members who are now constantly coming to the bakery. And- okay is that another undead person? Have a cupcake. 

[iliothermia]

I won't be able to finish this drawing before the convention, which will take up my next 5 days.. But I want to talk a little about him.. I've been thinking about golems and Frankenstein, and the trans body, projection and misunderstanding, villainization and death.

The concepts of Frankenstein's monster and the golem have been swimming in my head for a while, and their lore intertwining.. The tragedy of existing being seen as a monster no matter how you try,.. And the Golem, a protector of his people and a servant whose only flaw always rang a bit close to home as an an autistic person-- being too literal in execution of his orders. He's tired and struggles with a yearning for death. His havdalah candles will be out.. The first flame of the week, a spark of starting over again-- The flame brings him fear. As much as he's kept himself together he doesn't know how much longer he can keep doing it, he fears failure- but the fear of what may happen if he's gone is even more terrifying. He's lived a long life, and over time the one who formed him has sculpted him to the golem's own wishes.. From nothing to the man he is- but even with that effort, to outsiders he's still a monster. His skin is different shades of clays from varying riverbeds as his people have travelled.. Golems are unformed, imperfect.. but even as outsides can be polished the insides can still be broken

[faunandfloraas]

그렇게, 천천히, 우리(As we are) - Seungmin.

[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death Valentine's Day Special

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Valentine's Day Special

Mouse Note: So, so, so excited for Season 2. Happy Valentine's Day!

            (Y/N) set down their speaker and glanced in the mirror of the workout room they’d found. It was open and empty, allowing for various floor exercises. (Y/N) wore a simple outfit of black slacks and a dark grey sweater with bats sewn onto the sleeves. Smiling, (Y/N) turned to their phone and clicked on a classical playlist.

            The music played softly in the empty room, and (Y/N) straightened. Lifting one hand out and putting the other in front of themself, (Y/N) mimicked dancing with a partner.

            One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three.

            Across the makeshift dance floor, (Y/N) moved smoothly. Occasionally, they faltered, but they just paused, put their hands back up, took a deep breath, and continued. They had never had formal dancing lessons, but after watching so many cute couples dancing in videos, (Y/N) was determined to learn.

            (Step 1—Learn to dance. Step 2—Get a partner. Romantic partner. Maybe that should be Step 1…Ah, well, (Y/N) had a crush on someone. So it seemed that was going to be Step 2.)

            “What are you doing?”

            (Y/N) paused and smiled. “Hi, Wednesday.”

            “Are you trying to dance?” said Wednesday, standing in the doorway of the practice room.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N). “Enid was excited about going out with Ajax, and they were going to a dancing class to celebrate Valentine’s Day, and so I thought, hey, why not try by myself? I like dancing.” They laughed. “It’s a little awkward without a partner, especially on Valentine’s Day.” They shrugged. “I’m making it work. How did I look?”

            “Messy,” said Wednesday, approaching. “You look at your feet, are counting too much, and don’t move with the music. That is the true lead in a dance.”

            “You and your family are good at dancing, aren’t they?” asked (Y/N). They weren’t offended by Wednesday. She was a frank person, and (Y/N) knew they weren’t good yet.

            “All Addams family members enjoy dancing,” said Wednesday.

            “Any advice for me?” said (Y/N).

            “Better music.” Wednesday opened (Y/N)’s phone—they weren’t surprised that she knew their password—and changed the music to more dramatic, energetic classical music. “Better posture.” She lifted (Y/N)’s hands properly and straightened their back.

            (Y/N) let her guide them, and their heart fluttered at being so close to their crush. On her side, Wednesday kept her gaze on (Y/N)’s arms as she adjusted them. If she glanced up at their smiling face, the strange feelings she had to deal with—her obvious crush on (Y/N)—would come to the surface.

            “Try again,” instructed Wednesday.

            “Alright,” said (Y/N), cheerful as ever. Slowly, they took a few steps, again counting in their head.

            “No.” Wednesday abruptly took their arms and stepped up to them, positioning herself as their partner. Dance partner. Romantic partner would be nice. Ignore that. “Like this.”

            Wednesday took the lead, pulling (Y/N) across the dance floor. “Keep your eyes up.”

            (Y/N) lifted their gaze from their own feet to meet Wednesday’s. Their heart thumped in their chest, and (Y/N) smiled. Wednesday kept her face carefully expressionless, and she was thankful for her pale nature as she didn’t blush.

            “Better,” she said to keep (Y/N) from gazing so intently at her.

            “It’s just my partner,” joked (Y/N), and Wednesday liked how the word sounded from them.

            “My partner must be just as good,” said Wednesday. Abruptly, she changed their direction and used more complex footwork.

            (Y/N) fumbled but, eager to learn and energetic, (Y/N) caught up with her. They weren’t perfect, but they moved well with Wednesday with effort and joy. “Then I better be good to dance with you. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you if we dance again.” And (Y/N) really wanted to dance with Wednesday again.

            “You hardly could,” said Wednesday, allowing the compliment to slip from her. “You are more capable and tolerably than most our acquaintances.”

            “Our friends have lots of energy,” said (Y/N), laughing. Trying something new, they spun Wednesday.

            She spun, and she nodded. “That was a good choice.”

            “My mom describes dancing as a give-and-take,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “My parents show their sickeningly sweet affection when tangoing,” said Wednesday.

            “I don’t think I’m good enough for a tango yet,” said (Y/N). “Especially not a ‘deadly’ tango as you describe it.” They paused and coughed nervously. “I mean, if you would want to dance with me, you don’t have to—”

            “I’d rather dance with you than anyone else,” said Wednesday, speaking the truth plainly. It was vulnerable, yes, but she believed in the truth with (Y/N). They had always been truthful and open with her. She would return the sentiment. They had proven their worth as a friend and prospective partner long ago.

            “Really?” (Y/N) couldn’t help the soft smile on their face, heart warmed by the words. Wednesday admitting that she’d choose them? Wow. (Y/N) was too much of a queer disaster to deal with that.

            “Obviously,” said Wednesday.

            “Well.” (Y/N) moved closer to Wednesday as they danced, playful as ever. “I like dancing with you more than anyone else.” They really did.

            “Good.” Wednesday held (Y/N) just that much more possessively. “Then you’re only dancing with me.” She wasn’t letting (Y/N) slip through her fingers. Not when the moments like these—quiet moments, nice moments, lovely moments—that she had always scoffed at were so pleasant with (Y/N). She wasn’t going to lose them.

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[skeletoninthemelonland]

Graveleaper sketches

[northernfireart]

Tacet alibi Hold me underwater In your sweet embrace Wear me out

[tampire]

Every Day it's Calypso's Birthday

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The most dangerous duel of all.