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Thinking about how the different MXTX couples would get married.

Luo Binghe and SQQ: we saw it folks, very low key. However if you don’t think Binghe loudly referred to himself as ‘Husband’ at the top of his lungs in every subsequent interaction with someone for months after, you’re wrong.

Lan Zhan and WWX: a family affair at the Cloud Recesses. It’s very simple but nice. Wei Wuxian insists on dressing up like a bride even though everyone assures him he doesn’t have to. Jiang Cheng is invited, no one thinks he’ll show up, but when he does he complains the whole time. Wen Ning cries. Lan Quiren cries for different reasons.

Hua Cheng and Xie Lian: a huge blowout in ghost city. Everyone they’ve ever met is invited. Hua Cheng invites Mu Qing and Nan Feng but the invitations refer to them as handmaidens for the bride. They’re both incredibly offended but show up anyway. At the wedding feast Xie Lian happily tells the assembled guests he cooked one of the dishes himself! But won’t reveal which one. The rest of the banquet is spent in constant terror. It’s Xie Lian’s wedding present to himself.

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Thinking about how the different MXTX couples would get married.

Luo Binghe and SQQ: we saw it folks, very low key. However if you don’t think Binghe loudly referred to himself as ‘Husband’ at the top of his lungs in every subsequent interaction with someone for months after, you’re wrong.

Lan Zhan and WWX: a family affair at the Cloud Recesses. It’s very simple but nice. Wei Wuxian insists on dressing up like a bride even though everyone assures him he doesn’t have to. Jiang Cheng is invited, no one thinks he’ll show up, but when he does he complains the whole time. Wen Ning cries. Lan Quiren cries for different reasons.

Hua Cheng and Xie Lian: a huge blowout in ghost city. Everyone they’ve ever met is invited. Hua Cheng invites Mu Qing and Nan Feng but the invitations refer to them as handmaidens for the bride. They’re both incredibly offended but show up anyway. At the wedding feast Xie Lian happily tells the assembled guests he cooked one of the dishes himself! But won’t reveal which one. The rest of the banquet is spent in constant terror. It’s Xie Lian’s wedding present to himself.

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What Do You Call Your Spouse?

Xie Lian: My husband prefers to be called San Lang! I'm the only person who gets to call him that ☺️

Hua Cheng: Gege or Dianxia, he deserves to be respected

Wei Wuxian: Well we just call each other by our birth names

Lan Wangji: Mn, Wei Ying is Wei Ying

Shen Qingqiu: I guess I just call him Binghe, but I often refer to him as my white lotus

Luo Binghe: Shizun is my one and only Shizun and no one else can claim that title!

Shang Qinghua: I've called him my king even before he became king. I've always known he was destined to become one

Mobei-Jun: Qinghua told me to call him daddy

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i keep thinking about mxtx leads and the would you fuck your clone question since sv is the only one that actually addresses it and this is what i've come up with:

luo binghe: would fight his clone

wei wuxian: would fuck his clone for lan wangji's benefit

hua cheng: would want to fight his clone, but wouldn't actually because it would make gege sad

lan wangji: would not fuck his clone

xie lian: would be too embarrassed to fuck his clone

shen qingqiu: would not fuck his clone because that's gay, but would go home and secretly think about it at night

bonus:

mobei-jun: the thought of fucking his clone has never entered his mind before

shang qinghua: has written 'shang qinghua fucks clone' porn for his old readers as a paid extra

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I imagine this right

Mxtx's couples coming in boxes together and they read the next:

Bingqiu: Please do not separate, one Will cry and the other will get mean

Moshang: Please do not separate, one will get anxious without it's support human and the other will kill you

Wangxian: Please do not separate, they're in their best behavior around each other (Alternatively, One will get sad and one will kill you)

Hualian: Please do not try to separate, they will bite if attempts are made

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Figured for a first post I might as well repost one of my favourite sillies with the protagonists/leads trios from twt 💙❤️💚

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Sometimes I think about who would win in a “densest mxtx protagonist” competition, because honestly I think there aren’t enough 3rd place podiums for them all 😭

choose your fighter!

Contestants:

Xie—had a 3 hour long make out session with him and refuses to believe either of them are in love for 2 more volumes—Lian.

Shen—my disciple is not a homosexual, he just got a boner when I hugged him and preserved my body for five years even after I threw him into literal hell—Yuan

Wei—i slept with the guy and it was the best night of my life, but lmao we’ll laugh about this “bro accident” in 10 years, amirite?—Wuxian

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I love the cumplane dynamic where Shen Qingqiu is very tall and willowy and has little muscle or body fat because he’s a scholar and is not spending all his time in a cultivation world working out and Shang Qinghua is short and thick with muscle because of his time running all over An Ding and the demon realm

Which is to say Shang Qinghua could probably pick up Shen Qingqiu and throw him but he’s still terrified of him and that fan

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Soooo nobody is going to ask him about the BLOOD POOL?

Why? How? When? What?

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MDZS Spooky Edition: Morning Dew

Starting off with another ghost story:

“I only know the rumors. One night, the sound of something slamming against the door suddenly echoed from the direction of the Chang household.” “Something slamming against the door?” “Yes. The noise was so loud it made the skies shake. Inside the house, you could hear people screaming and crying, as though everyone was trapped inside. Too strange, isn’t it? Doors are always bolted from inside, so if someone wanted to get out of the house, they could just open the door, right? So why were they slamming the door? Even if you do that, it’s not like the people outside can do anything. Plus, if you couldn’t get out through the door, why wouldn’t you climb over the wall instead? “The people outside had second thoughts about getting involved. Everyone knew that the Chang Clan was the most powerful clan around—they were cultivators, after all. The head of their clan, I think his name was Chang Ping, had a sword that could fly—so let him stand on it and fly! If something even they couldn’t deal with had really happened inside, wouldn’t an ordinary person be asking for death by meddling? So no one looked for a ladder or tried to hop over the wall to get a look inside. As the night passed just like that, the wailing inside gradually grew quieter. The next day, the sun came out, and the Chang household’s main gate opened on its own. “The entire household was dead, every one of the ten or twenty family members and the fifty or so servants—some still sitting, some laying on the ground, surrounded by ejected viscera and bile. All had died of fright.”

—Chapt. 28: Morning Dew I, fanyiyi

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Trust the process on this one.

Gomez Addams canonically (what little canon there is for the Addams Family) wants to be a failed businessman. He funds and buys out absolutely insane failing businesses because they seem like it would be fun to be a part of them before they go belly up. But the businesses keep succeeding

Now, what if, through many a seance and wondering various Addams related catacombs he finds evidence that his family has been blessed with good fortune when Great Grandpappy Whosawhatsit was traveling through Asia

Gomez eventually finds his way to a certain gambling den and begs the owners to please remove the blessing so that he can experience the swirl of emotions that is losing a shit ton of money

One of the owners seems a little miffed about the whole thing. It took quite a lot of ingenuity to create a blood curse that causes all of a man's descendents to aquire wealth when they least want it after all. And no one ever has had the gall to ask for a refund before.

Gomez is, of course, very excited to learn that he's not blessed with good fortune, he's cursed with inescapable wealth

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Spooky month got me thinking of a WangXian Addam's Family AU

(Feel free to use this prompt and tag me in your stories, or I may write this story, myself, after all my other ones!)

Lan Jingyi has always been considered a strange child. After a very bad argument with his family, he gets lost in the woods where he finds Wen Sizhui, the even weirder boy in his class who claims that he could see ghosts and talk to them. Sizhui leads Jingyi to his house, a giant manor on top of a graveyard, where he meets the family.

His adopted father/mother/other Wei Ying, the family patriarch/matriarch/bitriarch (depending on his/her/their mood for the day) who breeds and raises their garden of carnivorous, venomous, and beautiful plants.

Lan Zhan, their loving husband and Jingyi's estranged and distant uncle, who composes music that makes the house morph and change from the inside, and can have other effects such as changing the weather or putting ghosts to rest.

(And yes, they are as shameless and as in love as Gomez and Morticia. I would love to write them with the vibes of those two)

Sizhui's Aunti Wen Qing, who is a mad scientist and doctor, constantly making potions and inventions when she's not taking care of random cuts and bruises of her family.

Sizhui's zombie-but-not-a-zombie Uncle Wen Ning, who loves being helpful around the house and could casually carry gigantic trees and rocks with his strenth alone. He also loves sitting with the house bunnies.

Chenqing, a disembodied hand that assists Wei Ying in all matters and somehow manages to communicate despite being...a disembodied hand.

Wangji, Lan Zhan's guqin that changes into the form of a quiet yet scarily competent human buttler when Lan Zhan's not composing or playing.

And Bichen and Suibian, the two house bunnies that seemed to never age, and are always found together. Sizhui suspects they have a telepathic connection to his parents, because they act more like spies than pets sometimes.

Jingyi slowly finds his way home in this kooky and kinda spooky family, that loves his loud strangeness and accepts all of who he is.

And if he falls in love with Sizhui along the way? That's a plus.

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ngl I headcanon that in universes where Hannibal and Will end up at the BSHCI after TWotL, the orderlies call them "Gomez and Morticia" (Clarice has no idea what she's walking in to).

Anon, I second this headcanon heartily. 

I also second the idea that, upon, being admitted, Hannibal and Will are separated. Put at opposite ends of the hospital, with no ability to see each other or hear each other’s voices. They’re both under strict supervision without the ability to pass notes (though Barney is usually willing to generalize during mealtimes, to whisper to Will “he looks awfully calm, but I don’t think he enjoys being alone. He misses having company.” and Will knows that means he misses you). 

But it unsettles Alana, looking on the security cameras and seeing them do the same things at the same times, without having any reasonable way of knowing what the other is up to. Two floors away, they sleep at the same time, turned on their sides so they would be facing one another if they were in the same bed. They eat at the same time, even though Alana has their food brought nearly an hour apart; they’ll wait, for some unknown reason, like a sixth sense that the other is not yet fed. They read at the same time. 

And sometimes they’ll sit quietly on the floor, backs to the wall, legs crossed, eyes closed. They’ll sit there in silence for an hour or more. Alana herself has witnessed it happen—where Will assumes his silent meditation, and Hannibal will pause in his restless pacing and turn an ear to the air, as though hearing a call. He will listen, and then respond. Though his expression does not change, there is a softening around his eyes that speaks of relief, of peace, as he goes to meet Will in whatever ground they share that is somewhere far removed from her jurisdiction.

She isn’t the one who starts that awful nickname. She doesn’t know who says it first. But the first time she watches Hannibal hear it, she sees him twitch, and has her finger poised above the panic button for fear of the orderly’s safety. 

And then, slowly, Hannibal smiles. Pins the young nurse in place with his eyes like a butterfly to a specimen box. “And in the public opinion, which of us is Gomez, and which is Morticia? Tell me honestly.”

The nurse is frozen in place. “Um,” he says.

“Go on,” Hannibal says, with those same crinkles around his eyes that were so charming five years ago, and are still damnably endearing now. They make him look younger. From the security box, Alana grits her teeth.

“You’re Gomez,” the nurse admits. “Graham’s Morticia.”

Hannibal’s smile widens, all teeth. “And quite right, too.”

When the news makes it back to Will, the flicker of suffering on his face is visible even to surveillance cameras. “I’m never gonna hear the end of this,” he mutters, and retreats into his silent meditation for the rest of the night with a distinctively scolding pull between his brows.

When Alana relents and moves them beside one another months later, in twin cells lined with bulletproof glass, it is only because she is secure in her ability to hold them. There is no other reason, she says to the other staff. If anything, it is a punishment, to be so close and not be able to see one another through the brick that separates them (though she knows damn well that one way or another, they have been together all along).

They can’t reach one another. There is no way for them to touch. And yet Alana feels intrusive as Hannibal stands beside the wall, and looks the most at peace that he has in nearly a year. His voice is a caress that is solely for Will, a fond and loving indulgence that Hannibal has never been able to muster for anyone else. “To live without you,” he says, “only that would be torture.”

Will grimaces. Rolls his eyes. He stands with his arms crossed over his chest, still skeptical of Alana’s motivations, still irritated that they have been caught. But in the wake of Hannibal’s expectant silence, Will sighs. He brings himself to the other side of the wall, and the vent holes cut there. Like this, there is only the width of concrete blocks separating them. It is made to be psychologically devastating, but Will has never been devastated by anyone but Hannibal. They all know this, though Alana likes to pretend otherwise.

Will touches his cheek to the glass like he can see Hannibal’s fingertips pressed against it in the next cell over. “A day alone—only that would be death.” A beat of silence. Will’s eyes fix on the lens of the surveillance camera high above, positioned to spy upon them both. His lip curls in a silent snarl, and he places his palm upon the glass. “Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc.”

Hannibal’s eyes are fire as he, too, looks directly into the feed, directly at Alana. He looks the perfect picture of a man stricken by love all over again, lit from inside with lightning and promise. “Not just pretty words.”

They smile as one.

Alana swallows and turns the cameras off.

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horror sub-genres: children horror

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Morticia visit Gomez in his office 😳

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At one point in the seasons, Enid will visit Wednesdays home and she’ll fit in like she’s always belonged there

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In honor of Stanley Pines and Morticia Addams winning this season of tumblrs sexiest blorbos. And also me finally getting around to watching The Owl House…

Behold, Morticeda Addams!

Inspired by this lovely image.