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Merrick knows how important the concept of 'sleep training' is. She's read so many books over the last several months with the same tenacity she had when tearing through law books. It's important for babies to be able to self soothe, something that will help them sleep better as they get older.

Still, it couldn't be helped if she fell asleep with her darling Eva bundled in her arms. Her daughter... their daughter. It is a fact that's still hard to believe sometimes.

The story for tonight's bedtime balances precariously on the arm of the chair in Eva's room, a tale of a princess and her knight already read. Curled up in said chair is Merrick and the baby, the latter resting against her chest and over her heart. Both fast asleep in the dim light of the room.

Gods, she never wanted to put her sweet baby down.

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It’s been a strange few months, the little quiet in the house finally filled with someone new. A tiny little baby, Eva. All theirs. With impossibly green eyes, already open and looking. When it’s not his time to hold her, Murdocks arms feel empty. Vivi has to save him from the phantom sensation, curled around his forearms as he walks around the house. As it starts to get late, he peers into the nursery.

Carrying his slightly more irritable baby with him, Murdock carefully tiptoes into the room. Shushing at the tiniest noises from Vivi, eventually slinking down into the floor beside them. A little nap before dinner it seems.

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One of the first purchases Merrick and Enzo made (after they bought everything Charlotte would need and then some) was an oversized, plush recliner.

Having a place where Merrick could nurse their darling baby and be comfortable while she recovered was of utmost importance, especially after how rough the birth had been on her body. It quickly became their favorite spot... perfect for naps.

Which is what they are currently doing.

Nursing Charlotte always made Merrick tired, an odd sensation where she just couldn't keep her eyes open for the life of her. Having laid the baby along her chest to burp her, they both fell into a nice slumber soon after.

It really is a big recliner. Maybe it's time for the whole family to get some rest.

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Unfortunately, Enzo had been unable to avoid the inevitable email calling him back into work. At least he'd had an uninterrupted month of being at home with Merrick and baby Charlotte. And of course he spends any free time he has with them too, no longer bringing work home.

His favourite moments have to be when they're all in the recliner — it's big enough to fit all three of them more than comfortably and it's so comfortable. He usually comes home to find Merrick and Charlotte sleeping peacefully in the recliner.

And who is he to deny himself the small joy of joining them?

Which is how he manages to end up snugly tucked next to Merrick, a hand on their daughter's back and his head on his wife's free shoulder, snoring softly.

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Miss Lemonade

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Very late muse menorah

9:00 am

Marcys truck slowly trundles into the driveway, the engine sputtering out as she shuts it down. ‘Butch Gardens’ painted along the drivers side doors, chipped away cursive from stray branches catching the side of the vehicle. The latch on the side gate is easy to flick up once she climbs atop of the tool box and jumps a little higher. Her itinerary for the day is set, to get the last of the bushes dug up and and start replanting with something less invasive and thorned. She always knocks at the back door to wave to the lovely Miss De Luca and sneak a few treats to the dogs.

11:00 am

Halfway through the dig, she starts to hit uneven layers of soil. Churned up and displaced by the roots desperately searching for a new source of nutrients. With the shovel gliding through the soil, missing any denser layers of sediment. Marcy doesn’t take too much notice, it just seems to be some weaker soil that wasn’t fortified with the original landscaping. Brushing off her overalls, she slides the back door open to enjoy her break in the shade. Relieved as the icy AC hits her skin, finding her comfortable spot at the kitchen table. Atlas always finds her first, sitting and begging just for a morsel of the overly dried beef jerky in her pocket.

“Afternoon Miss Merrick!” she calls out as the second door to the left upstairs opens and shuts. “I should be able to get all of the main clearing done by this afternoon, so I’ve been checking the plants you wanted me to pick up. Would you like to go over the plans again later?”

“Yes, if you don’t mind. It’s best I check that they’re completely dog-safe. My ex husband thought that just because blackberries weren’t entirely poisonous meant they were fine to have in the garden. I can’t remember how much weed killer I dumped on those bushes to stop my poor boys from getting ill.”

3:00pm

Eventually, she’s trimmed the thorns away just enough to safely lift the worst of the bushes out of the dirt and into the disposal bags pinned in the yard. Almost enough, as she eventually manages to slice right through her gloves and up her forearm. Quietly cursing as the branch stays caught in her arm, beginning to rip it away from the gloves and starts knocking at the back door again. “Miss Merrick? Merrick? Do you have any first aid kits?”

Even then, she’s still stupidly mesmerized by Merrick. Holding out her bleeding arm and still staring at the sundress her current employer is wearing. “Sorry, I think I’ve dragged mud into the house-“ she apologizes, checking behind her to see the trail of mud caught in her boots. She watches her slowly wrap the cut up, shushed by Merrick when her rambling nears tearful.

5:00pm

Digging up the last of the soil, she begins to drag up the disturbed soil. Picking out the snapped roots that remain entangled deeper in the garden, converged into a singular point beneath all the bushes. Lying against the back of the yard, all neatly pushed into place.

None of it clicks as she pulls out what she thought was crushed fertilizer, the tiny white pellets sprinkled along the back wall. Only when she finds the much larger, heavier chunks of white does something feel…wrong.

“Marcy, darling. Would you like some lemonade?”

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Yeah that 'shadow' is called being horny for having someone to boss around /lh

Yes, yes...

It certainly doesn't have anything to do with a certain demon box. Nope, not at all. 😉

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For the Witch, how's living with a weird chicken and a cursed revenant working out for you?

"It could be worse, I suppose."

Said Witch is currently sitting in her gardens, her gaze moving to the chicken in question. Which is currently just... staring at her. "Bruno's condition is technically my fault, even if I did warn him to cease his pursuits. It was a hard lesson to learn, not to cast magic in the heat of the moment. It's become one of the most challenging conundrums of my lifetime..."

"As for Aaron... it's difficult, but necessary. If he's here, then he isn't out there. Until I figure out what to do about him, it is what it is." There's a flicker of something in amethyst eyes, a dark shadow that passes over, but it's gone just as quickly as it appeared.

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Purple, color of the intuition

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"You've got to be kidding me right now."

There's a split second where Kalina believes she's seeing things. But sure enough, across the street, an honest to God purse snatching is happening. Did people still do that these days? The least surprising thing about it is that no one is helping.

Damn it.

She turns to the man running the food cart, who is currently waiting for her order. "I'll be right back, okay?"

Then she's off, sprinting across the street, apologizing as she spring vaults over someone's hood. The guy rips the purse out of the lady's hands and starts to run. "Hey! That's not yours!"

The guy is fast, she will give him that. But she's faster. Years spent running track in high school and college, a wall of ribbons and trophies at babcia's to prove it. He makes it about two blocks before she's grabbing him.

When he whirls around, he's got a knife, and he's lunging at her. Sloppy, uncoordinated... desperate. That's unfortunate for a few reasons, but he still made his choices.

She sidesteps and grabs his wrist, and in a flurry of movement, he's on the ground in an armbar with one of her legs pressed against his throat. "Drop the knife, pookie, or I break your arm."

To show she's not fucking around, she gives it a painful twist, enough to make him comply. "Good. Now, before I let go, repeat after me: I will do better. Go on, I'm not very patient."

Once she hears the words, she's grabbing the knife and the purse before gracefully rolling off and away from him, watching as he just lays there for a minute. "What? Aren't you gonna... call the cops or somethin'?"

"Ew... no," she scrunches up her face like he just suggested she eat lime beans or something equally gross. "They would make it worse. Besides, I think you've learned the lesson. Times are tough, but we can't eat each other, yeah?"

She digs into her own bag and pulls out a business card before tossing it onto his chest. "If you need work. Don't pull this dumb shit again because I'll know about it."

When the guy checks his pockets later, he'll find a few hundred dollar bills that weren't there before.

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The purse has been returned, and any monetary reward has been refused. The lady was knocked down but is otherwise fine. Kalina is laser focused on the real reason for her outing now as she returns to the food truck.

"Me again. So yeah, three tacos al pastor, please. Extra hot sauce!"

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During his last year alive, Oliver was so emotionally and mentally exhausted that he tried his best to help others in any way he could, half because he genuinely wanted to be of aid and half because of his own selfish reasons. He wanted to feel useful.

He donated to those in more difficult positions and who were left homeless during the Great Depression. He donated to the first gay rights organization that began in Chicago, even when he knew it wouldn't do well for his own image, and frequently offered his assistance. He advocated against the unsympathetic and cruel treatment to disabled people.

He did the best he could, and even though his actions got mixed reviews, he only hopes he left behind a legacy that reflects the real person he was.

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💖💖💖💖

dude your brave and loyal knight fucking bit me

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Can Merrick give Mysz a kiss on the cheek? :3

Mysz tries not to look too happy about this request but he really can't help the giddy smile that spreads across his flustered face as he nods, leaning down to Merrick's level as best he can with his back pain.

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29. Have you ever had surgery?

32. Do you have any plushies on your bed?

–jimmy

"Hello, also Jimmy! I'm going to think of a nickname for you, okay? It'll be good, promise."

29. "Yeah, a couple, actually. An appendectomy when I was twenty-two, ugh. Appendicitis fucking sucks, let me tell you. Then, when I was in high school, I fucked up my knee playing basketball and they had to repair my meniscus. It's like the... it's the rubbery pad thing between the bones, yeah? Very important."

32. "I just have one right now. It's a freaking cute penguin wearing a pink unicorn jumper." Kalina leans in like she's about to tell you an earth-shattering secret, a playful smirk on her face. "I was very sick with the flu, and Jimmy Jams got it for me. He knows I love penguins. He also made me potato soup like our babcia used to make."

Pulling out her phone, she shows you a picture. "See! How cute, right?"

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here’s some questions to ask

if you could change your height, would you?

what’s something that happened years ago that you’re still mad about?

what was your favourite musician/band when you were ten?

do you like sparkling water?

what’s the last album you listened to?

do you wear flip flops?

what time do you usually wake up in the morning?

if you could choose one language to instantly be fluent in, which one would you pick?

how long have you had your tumblr blog?

what was your dream job as a child and is it anything like your current job?

did you usually have a cafeteria lunch or a packed lunch in school?

do you pop your pimples?

if you could choose one celebrity/public figure to erase from history, who would it be?

how old were you when you first used youtube?

what was your first ever anime?

were you more into disney channel, nickelodeon, cartoon network, or pbs kids as a child?

if you could redo one year of high school, would you? and if so, which one?

if you could make one fictional character real, who would it be?

what video game have you put the most time into?

do you like doing jigsaw puzzles?

what’s your favourite dog breed?

do you prefer scented or unscented lotion?

were/are you a theater kid? if so, what’s your favourite play or musical?

do you collect anything unusual?

what’s your ideal weather and/or temperature?

would you rather take three five year olds or one fifteen year old in a fight?

how long did you live at your last address?

what’s your favourite sandwich?

have you ever had surgery?

what’s your least favourite pokemon?

do you have any accessories that you wear every day?

do you have plushies on your bed?

what’s your favourite lady gaga song?

do you prefer to make your own playlists or listen to ones that others have made?

were/are you ever able to find souvenirs with your name on them?

do you own a bike? if so, how often do you ride it?

do you prefer iced coffee or iced tea?

what’s your favourite big cat species?

when was/is your golden birthday?

have you ever run a stoplight while driving? if so, was it an accident or on purpose?

what family member, immediate or otherwise, do you get along with the best?

how many times have you cried in the last week?

do you prefer barbie dolls or bratz dolls?

how many shirts do you own in your favourite colour?

do you currently live in the state/province you were born in?

would you rather have bird wings or bat wings?

are you good at swimming?

if you could pick one craft to instantly be good at, which one would it be?

do you know how to play any trading card games (pokemon, yugioh, magic the gathering, etc)?

how long was your shortest relationship?

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✨️ask game✨️

random emoji-based questions to sate your curiosity

personal

👁 eye colour

🇪🇺 nationality

🏳️‍🌈 sexuality

🏳️‍⚧️ gender identity

🛐 religion

faves

☕️ hot drink

🧃 cold drink

🍜 dish

🍉 fruit

🥦 veggie

🎉 holiday

🎲 game

🏐 sport

🐈‍⬛ animal

🌻 flower

🌦 weather

🌍 place

🚙 means of transport

fandom faves

😇 blorbo

😈 meow meow

👥️ otp

📺 tv show

🎬 movie

📚 book

🎶 musical artist

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May I present to you

Kalina Syzmanska. New oc I'm kinda sorta very much in love with. She's Jimmy's younger sister. More details as I work on her personality and stuff.

Face claim is the gorgeous Florence Pugh 😍

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Oops

I have no title it’s 2am

Warnings for paranoid behaviour

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It was a miracle. Nine months of bated breath. Five years of a miracle. They’d never expected it.

Murdock didn’t think he deserved it.

Merrick, well of course she did. She was so gentle, caring, she was perfect. Denied of a child in her first life, so of course it was fair. It was right. Their crimes were shared, but he couldn’t see it as equal. One possessed and one troubled, her crimes influenced by spirit and her own immortal revenge. Murdock was just a man, taking vengeance through calculated means. Futile attempts to exact revenge on his father and the men who’d taken him. Nothing so chivalrous as his darling petals means.

They’d given up their past careers, no more murders and torture. The itch under his skin was finally soothed when he killed his father. Murdocks hands shook for the first time during a killing, needing the supernatural touch of his partner to continue on. Guided through his final killing, Merricks hands overtop his while the knife sliced through Christians tendons with a series of snapping and popping sounds of flesh. All they’d had left was to deal with the body and finally scrub away the last of their murderous careers.

Breaking the cycle, their pattern of grand disposals and displays evolving into absolute hiding. Chopping each limb into thin slices, the organs mashed between his fingers until it’s pulp in his hands. He left Merrick to deal with their trophy collection and tools as he burned the remains.

Eva couldn’t ever see this.

A normal life. They promised each other it would be.

It almost is.

A ballet studio had opened up just in town and Eva’s friends had started going. She was so excited. He promised Merrick that it would be ok. It was ok. Murdock wouldn’t lose it.

For the entire lesson, he’s parked up outside the studio. Carmilla doors are locked, some of his old tools tucked in the glovebox. Parked off to the side so he can watch both the door to the studio and the road passing by. Two minutes before it ends, he walks into the studio and waits for Eva to come out. They never linger. In the car, right back home.

Habits can’t be broken. He promised himself that his little girl could get a normal life. She goes to school, play dates, birthdays, summer vacations to the beach. Only the memory of the ballet class makes him like this. That little beat up van with the cracked back window. Drawing up a blistering heat under his skin, a sickness that’s started to get worse. Murdocks head isn’t on right. Merrick can’t know. He promised he’d be normal. Nothing could be wrong with him. The vengeance was completed, the cycle ended.

Crashing. Seeing that van feels like it crashed right into his chest. Cracked back window. Murdocks ribs feel like they’re piercing into his lungs. Six minutes before class ended, the van parked around the corner. Waiting. Stalking.

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Dad had taken the car a few months ago. Momma said that they’d just have to walk for a little bit, since it was taking a long time for Dad to get someone to fix it. It was cold, the wind slicing through Donovan’s thin coat. Colette carries his ballet bag and holds his hand, guiding him through the streets. She knows how to avoid the undesirables, the men who make eye contact and pretend they know her.

It was quick. Slamming door, two men out of the back and pulling them both into it. Colette tries to get him to run, screaming and pushing her son towards the street. Screaming for someone to find Donovan, take him away and away from the threat of his father. He’s lost in thought, trying to remember all the steps they’d learnt that day.

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“Papa? Papa?” Eva keeps calling out, sat in the backseat and trying to reach and tap the back of the seat. Her legs are still a little too short to try and kick it, kept in place by her booster seat. It’s all deaf ears, the silence of the car only broken up by her questions.

“Why are we going so fast?”

“You said we were getting ice cream. Why aren’t we stopping?”

“Your eyes don’t look good Papa. Where’s Mama?”

Carmilla tears through the roads, his lead foot acting up after five years. Ripping through the streets to the backroads he used to take after dropping his latest kill. All to the narrow roads into the woods, their home just hidden away from the town. He can’t remember when Merricks was supposed to be home, she’s teaching piano lessons in town. She’ll be ok, she’ll just need to get home and they won’t be found.

“Gonna be alright berry, ok? We just need to be quiet. Just some hide and seek, just until Mama gets home.” Murdocks voice slurs, struggling to get the slurry of words out in time. Parking up, his trembling hands unbuckle Eva and carry her out of the car. A tarp to cover up the obnoxiously noticeable cherry red in the woods. Something in his head pulses, pounding against his skull to get out. It’s all built wrong, healed wrong. Kissing Eva’s cheek as he opens the door, but it still won’t stop. The noise remains.

Sitting her down in the corner of the living room, the barricade begins. Shoving a set of drawers against the front room and wedging a fire poker under the door handle. Back door locked and the kitchen table sat flush under the handle. Murdock can’t feel his fingertips, not even when he accidentally smashes them between the table and door. Staggering towards Eva, he passes by the little collection of logs for the wood stove. His axe laid across the pile. He didn’t keep a knife on his person anymore, leaving the last one in the car.

“Now, I want you to hide as best you can upstairs. Papas going to pretend he’s the lumberjack from little red riding hood. I need you to hide from the big bad wolf. And don’t come out until I find you.” Leading her up the stairs with his good hand, Murdocks other drips blood onto the handle of the axe. Barely the same size as his forearm, but it’ll do. They won’t get through. Patting her shoulder, he begins the countdown. Watching her scurry off towards her room. She always hides in the same places. Beneath the bean bag. Curled up under the covers. In the closet with the door ajar.

Ten

He slumps down, sitting on the top step with his head tilted towards her room. The window is always locked.

Nine

His pulse is in his mouth, like he’s already been hit by a baseball bat. Again.

Eight

His reason is drowned out. He keeps seeing the van following them in his memory.

Seven

Something moves. Murdock swings the blade around so quickly the flat end jabs him in the shoulder.

Six

Giggling. Whispering to her stuffed animals. She’s hiding underneath the covers with Artemis.

Five

Vivi. He scampers up the stairs, meowing as he hunts to find his best friend

Four

Another laugh. Vivis jumped onto her bed.

Three

Something else moves. Footsteps, the sound of wood splintering.

Two

Of course he knows the voice. Merrick. It echoes so deeply in his head, he thinks he’s imagining it. Murdock should know it’s her.

One

He can’t stop his body swinging the axe.

Zero

Completely paralyzed. Murdock stares and twitches. He hears screaming. Merricks arms are tight around him, slowly constricting him. Knees giving out, falling to the floor. She holds him tighter still.

They’ll still have that normal life.

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THE ADDAMS FAMILY 1991 | dir. Barry Sonnenfeld