normalize your villains. writing wise. i think everyone knows villain behavior irl would get you a ticket straight to the highest security prison out there. but this is about building a fictional world. for context, i've recently been on a rewatch for the show once upon a time and this time, i've tried to stay impartial to the characters storylines. the villains seems irredemable in the first season and frankly, i'm disappointed that this changes. hear me out !!!!!
my version of wednesday addams is for the most part chaotic neutral. wherever the current sails, she'll follow. sure, wednesday has the potential to grow and have (somewhat) healthy relationships in her life, but at the end of the day, she's not a hero. she's not even the anti-hero. sometimes it plays out like that and she might look the part, but she's not good goddammit.
for the crimes that she've committed? guilty as charged. for all the people she had hurt? guilty as charged. for all the misery she'll cause others? you guessed it, guilty as fucking charged. i'm not going to water her down.
in my mind, the addamses were always the outliers, but with the bestest of intentions. morticia and gomez welcomed vile strangers into their homes and tried their very best to make them feel comfortable in their home. they have a skewed perception for the world, something that's unusual, morbid, downright grotesque. edgar allan poe, which netflix glorified and here i am doing a shoutout to train my beloved, would tremble had he known of the addamses. morticia and gomez are kind, in their way. but you know who never really was?
their kids. in the comics (both by the og author and some others icr the author, but more closer to our time), pugsley was the devil incarnate. he showed no remorse, he was clearly thrilled by the suffering he caused others. but i suppose the directors changed the storyline and made wednesday the brand new puglsey in the 90s movies. she showed no emotion, she was a okay with murdering her own, even if she knew as luck as it, their younger brother pubert would live. this time around, wednesday was the devil incarnate.
and i agree with the canon, she can be incredibly intelligent and even more ruthless than she is intelligent. but one thing i've noticed is that, she notices her parents being taken for granted. she is aware that others will use morticia and gomez's kindness against them. sure, they can take it, that's their thing after all. but wednesday noticed everything since she was a kid and she remembers.
and guess what?
just because someone went through hell and back (even if said hell is not the worst that could happen), that doesn't mean someone will come out kind and good. wednesday will forever doubt anyone in her life and she will push them away, just as she'll try to give them the world. but no matter the good she does, at the end of the day, she is the villain. it's not the addams family, it's just the kids and i say that because pugsley and pubert have the same rights as wednesday does.
at the end of the day, being evil after witnessing evil is okay. fiction wise, i feel like reminding. some characters are irredemable. just because they do good things sometimes that doesn't make them good. just like doing bad things sometimes doesn't make them bad. but here's the catch with the addamses. they always, always own up who they are. wednesday no exception to the rule.
wednesday, the villain, can do good things. she can save your muse, she can enjoy your muse's company, she can love your muse. but all of this, all the good things do come from a villain. did she deserve the awful treatment she and her family got in canon? of course not, that we can all agree on. but it doesn't matter what happened, what matters is what choices they make afterward. wednesday will always choose herself. wednesday doesn't pick good, she willingly chooses evil.
sure, a villain is capable of love. a villain is capable of both good and bad. but look at how it always ends. wednesday is a villain and she will suffer, your muse too if you dare to come too close. it's not fair, i know. but this is just my theory, vero's theory. and, you may expect it by now,
please, normalize your villains.
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Leviathan
General Content Warning: nsfw of the smut variety, kinda out of character Levi
Specific Content Tags: cursing, slight dirty talk, making out, demon tail sex
Author's Note: the actual smut occurs under the line of three ۞
When buying a collectible item, you want to buy at least two: one to display, and one for personal use.
The bottle of Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup that Mammon stole was to be my display, since it was in pristine condition, whereas the other one has a slight scratch on it.
Needless to say, I'm pissed. And incredibly horny, but mostly pissed. I'm not used to feeling this way, and it's a bit frightening. Don't get me wrong, I get urges from time to time, but it's usually from watching or reading something erotic. Until now, I've not wanted to pound into something--or someone--in order to relieve tension.
A knock on the door startles me from my search for something to watch.
"Password," I reply out of instinct.
"Seriously, Levi?!" Shit. It's MC. "How am I supposed to know what your current password is?"
"You're right." With that, MC opens the door and steps inside. Seeing them away from everyone makes me feel like I'm going to melt at any moment.
"Stop right there!" I instruct once the door's closed again. "Don't move! Not another step closer!" The mix of arousal and anger intensifies inside me upon seeing the marks my brothers left on their skin.
"Do you want to be feeling this way for the next two hundred years? I'll probably be dead by then, and you'll be out of luck." As much as I hate to admit it, they got me there. It's not like I'll allow Solomon to make a pact with me any time soon.
"Look, I don't want to lose control of myself and make an unwarranted move on you!" No response from MC as my brain begins spiraling. "What if I start acting like Asmo, all lewd and taken over by lust? I don't want to hurt you, MC. You're one of the only friends I have!"
"And as your friend, it is my duty to help you whenever you're in trouble." They're quoting Henry. They're quoting Henry.
"What are you going to have me do?" The words come out in a whisper. I know that the quickest way to get over this is to have MC give me an order, but that could mean anything. A wicked smile develops on MC's lips.
"My request is simple: tell me what you want to do to me, and then do it."
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The wave of emotions that overcome me after hearing the order initially prevent me from moving. There are so many things that I've imagined that I've kept from MC until now, and I don't want to reveal something that would have them leave me in disgust.
The anticipating look in MC's eyes forces me to settle on an idea, one that I've had for a while.
"The door isn't stable enough." I don't realize the thought's slipped out of my mouth until MC steps away from it, amused.
"Where would you like for me to be?" I glance over at the only bare wall in my room, the one that faces my computer desks. Taking the hint, MC walks over to that side of the room. They then turn to face me, waiting for my next move.
"I'd like to pin you up against the wall," I state softly. The second half of MC's order makes me walk quickly towards them. MC's back and my hand hit the wall at the same time.
"I didn't realize you were quite so tall," MC observes, looking up at me.
"That's because I tend to slouch." I allow myself a moment for my heartbeat to slow down a bit. Yes, there was that one time where we made out, but that happened in the heat of an argument. This, on the other hand, is quite deliberate, and it's making me nervous.
"When you're ready, would you like to kiss me?" Okay, now MC's not playing fair.
"Yes." I lean my head down and do just that. The simple kiss quickly progresses to something more intense, and soon we're wrapped around each other, passionately making out.
It's not until I feel MC grab my horns that I notice that I've shifted forms. However, this works to my advantage.
I stop kissing MC and take a step back, allowing them a moment to catch their breath.
"Take your clothes off." There's a part of me that's surprised that I stated that as a command, but at this point I'm too needy to really care how I sound. Once MC's completely bare, I explain,
"I've had this recurring dream that I make you cum with my tail." MC's eyes appear to light up in response to my statement. I didn't realize they would be into that sort of thing.
"Of course, I don't shove it in all at once."
"That would be painful," MC replies.
"Exactly. First, I allow my tail to trail along your body so that you can get used to how it feels." MC shivers as my tail moves and hits sensitive spots.
"Then, I have the tip tease you for a bit before it enters inside you." Their breaths become shallower, and they lean their head back as they close their eyes.
"Have you done this before, Levi?" MC asks.
"I tried to once."
"What happened?"
"As soon as I suggested it, they slapped me across the face and ran away."
"What a bitch."
"I realize that now."
"You should have realized it then. They didn't deserve to have you make them feel this good." MC gasps when my tail enters them. I give it a few inches before sliding out again, and soon my rhythm is set.
"I've been missing you ever since you left," I tell MC. "Every single day."
"Even though...I'm a normie?" Their voice is a little shaky, but I suppose that's to be expected.
"You're not, though. You're my Henry."
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