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creative-caramel-coffee · 7 months

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The Addams Allergy

Pairings: Thornhill x Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.7K

Summary: Reader's allergy is a thing of myth, and someone decides to do some myth-busting. This won't end well for anyone.

TW: allergies, anaphylaxis, needles, hospitals, ambulance, difficulty breathing, bullying, attempted manslaughter (fancy legal terms hehe), mentioned heart attacks, physical violence

A/n I have added a link at the end for very simple instructions for how to administer an epipen. Spend like three minutes reading it and save lives. Also please reblog the linked post to help other educate themselves as well.

You suppose it wasn’t too bad being an Addams. But then again you weren’t quite the same as your sister Wednesday. You were more of an interim between Pugsly and Wednesday. You were soft but not squishy, cold but not frigid. You were actually most likely the most seemingly normal of all the Addams’s.

But being Wednesdays twin, you shared many things, a womb (for all of nine tortuous months), black hair, pale skin and your most inconvenient shared trait, an allergy to colour. Luckily though you did not share a dorm. You were roomed with Yoko who was much more palatable than the ball of colour who was Wednesday's ‘roomie’ as the wolf-pup had put it.

Unfortunately, most people were sceptical bordering on disbelieving about the colour allergy. Taking it as another Addams lie. And you being the easier target of the two of you often copped the most teasing. Everyone knew not to mess with Wednesday, but you were slightly easier. You cared more.

Yoko and you were sat in the library studying at the tables down the back when a group of siren boys came in. They had been teasing you a lot as of late and Yoko knew about it, but you begged her to keep quiet, you didn’t want to attract any more attention than you already had.

The boys were quick to spot you down the back and grinned wolfishly beelining straight for you. You let out a soft groan and Yoko looked up.

“If they lay a hand on you, I’ll drain them dry.”

“It's fine Yoko. I’ve got this.”

“The same way you ‘had it’ when you got a black eye i had to help you hide for two weeks?” She asked with a deadset tone. You grumbled a response when you felt your chair being pulled back.

“Hey!” Yoko said, “leave her alone.” She started but one of the boys spoke with his siren song.

“Sit” he commanded, and Yoko found herself no longer in control of her muscles as she sat and watched helplessly.

“So, a birdie told me your allergic to colour?” The main boy said, he was light-skinned with deep rich blue eyes and blonde curls. He looked like the type to be a surfer with the tan he had.

“That would be correct.” You nodded trying to remain calm and mimic your sister's tone.

“Well, how about we check you still have this … so called ‘allergy’” he said in a mocking tone. Pulling something from his pocket, you tried and failed to stop your eyes widening.

Between his thumb and forefinger was probably the most colourful and bright piece of fabric you had ever seen.

Despite the allergy, you hadn’t given any of your friends and epipen for you yet and the only people who had one were the nurses and weems. So, in other words unless Yoko was fast at running because the headmistress's office wasn’t too far, you may be looking at the object that would kill you.

Drawing a shaky breath, you looked the boy in the eyes. “As much as i love attempted murder, this isn’t a good idea.” You said

“Huh? Really?” He mocked “You think your smarter than me, don’t you?” He sneered and you gulped.

“Obviously.” You muttered and the boy scowled. Before you could stop him, he pinned you to the floor and shoved the scrap of fabric in your mouth. Your eyes went wide, and you began to flail and kick wildly trying to get him off.

Yoko was screaming bloody murder which seemed appropriate on more than one front.

After a second the boy rolled off you and stood brushing off his uniform.

“See… lies.” He said as you rolled onto your stomach, propped up on your elbows and spitting out the wet cloth onto the floor.

“Gross.” The boy said.

“You moron, let me go i need to get her epipen.” Yoko screamed and the boy's face morphed into something else for a second.

“Wait is she … actually?” He asked starting to look a little scared.

“Yes, you tool what would she gain from a fake allergy. Now let me go.” Yoko screamed and the boy froze before bolting. Luckily as he grew further away Yoko felt his song fading. She stood running over to you. You were laid on your back gasping as the anaphylaxis began to set in.

“W-weems.” You rasped and then coughed, your throat feeling ridiculously tight. Yoko nodded.

“You’ll be ok Y/n/n. Im going to get weems.” She said and raced out the doors.

Yoko ran the fastest she probably ever had in her immortal life. In a matter of seconds, she was banging hand over fist on the wooden doors before she simply pushed the open wasting no time.

“Ms Tanaka-“ Weems began, she was sat on the couch with Ms Thornhill looking equally startled.

“No time… y/n … epipen…now.” Yoko said between gasps. In a second both teachers were on their feet. Weems hurried over to her desk throwing open the second draw and pulling out the epipen she kept there just for you.

“Where is she?” Weems said with a commanding and scarily calm voice.

“Library.” Yoko replied and the three of them ran to the room of books.

Yoko led the two teachers to the back of the room where you were still gasping. Luckily for them you were already on the floor which made this next part easier.

“Christ.” Weems said, “Marilyn, call an ambulance.” She commanded as she uncapped the giant needle.

The Botany teacher scrambled to find her phone pulling it out and punching in the numbers for the emergency services.

Weems mentally recited the rhyme from when she had to do this for Morticia as a student as she pulled off the blue safety cap.

‘Blue to the sky orange to the mid-outer thigh.’ She thought and in one swift motion she lined it up with your thigh, Yoko having helped her pull down your skirt. She quickly stabbed your outer-mid thigh listening for the click and then counting to three before gently removing it. She gingerly deposited the epipen on the table.

The two teachers sat either-side of you while Yoko sat next to Ms Thornhill on your left. Your breathing began to even out, becoming less and less raspy as the epinephrine began to take effect.

Ms Thornhill was still on the phone with the emergency services who had assured her they were on their way now.

Both teachers and the vampire sat and watched with bated breath as they realised your breathing had stabilised.

After about ten minutes you tried to sit up, but the headmistress placed a hand on your shoulder.

“No. Stay lying down the EMTs will be here soon darling. Then I’ll come with you to the hospital, and they’ll check you out alright?” She said and you nodded and laid back down.

“Can i come too? I need to tell you something.” Yoko said and Weems made a thinking face and then nodded.

“Yes. After all, I do need to know how this happened. The Addams family know their limits and are quite good at avoiding this so any insight you could provide would be helpful.” The principal said and Yoko nodded. After another few minutes of tense silence, the emergency services came in and the paramedics gently lifted you onto a clean white stretcher. You hated the idea but luckily weems made sure nobody saw as you were taken to the ambulance that sat by the nevermore gates. Yoko and Weems joined you in the ambulance and Ms Thornhill waved as you were driven off.

About an hour later you were being held for observation. It was another three hours before they would let you go. You were sat up in a hospital bed with Yoko and weems sat in plastic chairs beside you.

“This feels like one hell of a power imbalance.” You muttered and both of them laughed.

“Well, you did just cheat death.” Yoko teased and you nodded.

“As an Addams it's an expected weekly occurrence. Kind of like a grim ostentatious weekly period.” You grinned always finding ways to relate everything to blood. Yoko groaned dramatically and facepalmed.

“And as the principal of two Addams’s who weekly try and take me with them to then grave, I’d say I’m cheating death myself with the number of heart attacks you and your sister attempt to induce upon my poor heart.” Weems said sounding exasperated.

“It wasn’t y/n/n’s fault though!” Yoko exclaimed and weems raised a brow while you opted to look out the window and avoid eye contact.

“You never did explain how this happened.” Weems said gesturing with a sweeping motion to the bed you were still in.

“Well i guess now’s as good as any and i doubt Ms. I-cheat-death-daily is going to spill.” Yoko said before launching into an explanation starting a few weeks ago when the teasing began. It was safe to say the principal was outraged.

“I will not have students attempting to murder each other.” She huffed with pure unadulterated rage in her eyes burning with fire, rage and brimstone with the likeness of hell itself. The look would have scared Satan into being as straight as a nun.

In a matter of seconds, she drew a deep calming breath, and you were reminded of the saying, the calm before the storm. Then she opened her eyes again and excused herself, walking out into the hallway and pulling out her phone. Not even five minutes after Yoko’s story ended, she was on the phone in the school board arranging his immediate expulsion.

About a half hour later, Weems returned looking flustered but when her eyes settled on you, she deflated slightly and gave a tender smile in your direction. Her eyes locked with yours, scanning for any hints of pain.

She had also texted the anxious botanist who had agreed to come by once you were discharged to drive the odd team home. As well as ordering about a dozen epipens for all your close friends and her office.

Once Weems had decided you were defiantly not in pain, she walked over to your bedside and gently brushed the hair from your eyes.

“It's dealt with darling. Nobody will hurt you now.” She assured and you blushed slightly at the contact, leaning into her hand.

You were safe. Alive. Breathing normally. And safe … again.

Masterlist

How to give an epipen here

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usiel21 · 5 days

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So, so, so, so, so so, soooooooo... You're telling me that Wednesday who has a colour allergy is placed in a dorm with THE MOST colourful girl around by a principal who considered Wednesday's allergy with a specially tailored uniform???

Morticia knew. She knew before any of them and made sure that Wednesday was placed with Enid. She knew that their destinies were intertwined.

She knew the girl was destined to become an Addams.

Wednesday and Gomez had similar looks of horror upon seeing the room and Enid whilst Morticia and Weems were smiling, don't tell me that there wasn't a plan there 🤣

#wenclair #its so gay its uber gay

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writing-rat · 6 months

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Wednesday's Gifts

Pairing: Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams

Content: Fluff, Wednesday's birthday, Just cute stuff, Enid knows Italian (translations at the bottom)

Summary: It is nearly Wednesday's birthday so Enid decides to make her something.

It was about to be Wednesday’s 17th birthday and Enid was excited. Unlike last year she wouldn’t make a secret party. She had asked Wednesday what she wanted to do on her birthday where Wednesday just said ‘writing all day’. Enid would allow that as she knew what her girlfriend was like. She did have to get her a present however so that’s when she knew what to make. She wold make them bee plushies. She wold make them matching too. Enid’s would be rainbow while Wednesday’s would be white and black.

She had gotten to work straight away when Wednesday was at the Hummer’s club. She was wanting to do it secretly as she didn’t want Wednesday to see it. She wanted to see the genuine reaction. She was crocheting while Thing was playing with the music, playing pop music and K-Pop, but mostly K-Pop. Thing was also reading the newest fashion magazine that Enid had read already. The 2 were very comfortable with each other, Enid facing away from the door so if Wednesday came in she could quickly hide it.

After 10 more minutes, the door opened and Enid jumped as she quickly hid Wednesday’s bee and was holding the rainbow one as she was pretending to crochet that. She looked over at Wednesday who was taking off her hoodie that she had stolen from Enid’s wardrobe. It was dark purple so she was happy with the colour and could wear it without her colour allergy. She was taking her remade snood off too as she looked over at Enid, only in a plain black top and black sweatpants. “Hello cara mia. What are you making?” she asked, tilting her head and furrowed her eyebrows curiously. Enid smiled.

“I’m making a bee plush with pride colours!” she spoke happily, Wednesday smiling at the wolf’s happiness before dropping it and sat down. “You may continue. I shall now write about Viper’s adventure,” Wednesday stated, ending the conversation before she was writing her next chapter.

Enid, knowing she would be distracted, immediately started on the monotone bee again as she checked the alarm clock. 5pm. Wednesday would finish at 6pm so she would be able to give 5 minutes to spare to hide it. She was quick to try and finish it as she was knowing Wednesday would figure out she was hiding something after a few days. She also had 2 days till Wednesday’s birthday so she had to get it done. She had also bought her other gifts so it wouldn’t be too bad but Enid was determined. She would even pull an all nighter just to finish it. After 55 minutes, she quickly stopped having half finished it before she put it under her covers and pretended she finished her own bee.

“Don’t wait up for me, I have some business with Weems,” Wednesday spoke abruptly, Enid blinking in shock. “What? Why if I can ask?” Enid asked curiously, her head tilted like a puppy again.

“Just something about therapy,” Wednesday hummed out before she left. Enid was about to say bye but she was already gone. Shrugging it off, she worked on the bee again.

This continued up until 7pm when it was completed and just in time for dinner too. She smiled as she put it in the box of gifts before she went to dinner, ready to treat Wednesday on her special day.

It was soon Friday and it was Wednesday’s birthday. Enid was up early due to asking Thing to wake her up. Thing did luckily as she immediately sat up and was getting the big black box and slowly went to her girlfriend’s bed before joining her. She was kissing her cheek and face as she knew Wednesday wouldn’t be mad at her. It was about 5am anyway when Wednesday would be waking up. Grumbling, Wednesday held onto Enid and was big spooning her. “Dreadful morning,” she spoke in a raspy, soft voice as she kissed the back of Enid’s neck gently. Enid just grinned.

“Good morning! Happy birthday cuervo,” Enid greeted, turning around and kissing her cheeks. “What was that?” Wednesday hummed out, teasing Enid. She had taught her how to say Happy Birthday in Italian after all. Enid rolled her eyes but were grinning.

“Buon compleanno, corvo,” Enid responded to her. Wednesday couldn’t help but nuzzle up.

That was how they spent a little bit of the morning before Wednesday stretched sitting up. Enid was in follow before she quickly handed over the black box. “Birthday presents. Open now,” she spoke with a smirk. Wednesday was confused but nodded as she opened the lid, seeing the wrapped packages minus a monochrome bee. “You.. made a matching one?” Wednesday spoke, looking at her softly with a small smile. Enid nodded. “Grazie mio lupo,” she spoke. Enid felt cocky knowing that. She proceeded to watch Wednesday open the gifts one by one. There was a plastic scorpion toy, a black cat taxidermy and also a dissecting kit.

Wednesday hugged her gently for her gifts before she was kissing her. “We should get ready for school now, hm?” she asked. Enid nodded happily as she was staying close to her before she went and got her uniform, letting Wednesday shower first as usual.

Translations:

Cuervo - Raven

Buon Compleanno, Corvo - Happy birthday, raven

Grazia mio lupo - Thank you my wolf

#wenclair #ratboy writing #ratboy writes #wednesday #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday addams x enid sinclair #enid sinclair x wednesday addams

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jandjsalmon · 3 months

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2024 FRC - January ❄️

Hello Friends! Happy February! Things are plugging along - and the @fanfic-reading-challenge just started again. If you're looking for a fun way to get out of your comfort zone, you should come check it out.

As for my stats - my words read to fic total number looks skewed because I read a MEGA fic - and it was really really good. If you like Game of Thrones, maybe give it a try:

The Dragon Cub by alperez (195/195 - NR) - so it's a Jon/Margaery fic, which is not a ship I usually read - but the whole story is epic in scope. Tywin dies in the battle with the Ironborn and Jaime becomes Lord of Casterly Rock - and in a visit to Winterfell, he meets young child Jon and recognizes him as Rhaegar's son immediately and asks Ned to let him be his squire - and then the whole story moves from there. Magic. Prophecies. It's SO SO good.

I also did a little rereading of past faves as a little treat for reading that giant GoT fic and holding off reading my normal fandoms. Here are some:

Agony in Blue by @psychic-refugee (Wenvier - 1/1 -T) - Wednesday's allergy to colour. It's a tongue in cheek mention in canon and I love how this fic actually addresses why red paint at the dance doesn't cause an allergic reaction. Xavier is a adorable here too.

Corruptible Mortal State by @drollicpixiefanfic (Wenvier - 2/2 - E) - If Nevermore was Disney World - Or, how Wednesday Addams’ befriended a pink haired werewolf, worked in The Haunted Mansion, and met a boy she couldn't decide if she loathed or loved. Hint: she loves him. This is absolutely delightful. One of my favourites.

Anyway - the year's just begun. I have lots of tasks to complete - so if you have a fic that you'd like to recommend - let me know! 🖤

#2024frc #2024 fic reaching challenge #reading fics with jandy

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charlatte124 · 1 year

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Why did you leave me mi amor

Chapter 2/2

After being found out, Enid sat outside Wednesday's apartment for days and only left when she needed to eat.

Wednesday finally got out and Enid immediately bombarded her and went inside the apartment.

"Get out."

"No."

"I said get out Enid Sinclair"

"No, not until you tell me why you are running away from me."

"oh it's my fault now, IT'S NOT MY FAULT THE ONE I LOVED FAKED THEIR DEATH AND LEFT ME"

Enid could see small tears in Wednesday's eyes. She was shocked.

"Wednesday, let me explain"

"I don't wanna hear your explanation, what matters is that you left me ALL ALONE WITHOUT EVEN A GOODBYE OR A WARNING."

"WEDNESDAY ADDAMS, LET ME EXPLAIN, IT'LL ALL MAKE SENSE I SWEAR"

"You have 5 minutes."

Enid explained how she had to leave due to the pressure being caused by her family especially her mother after she wolfed out and she couldn't tell Wednesday because she didn't want her to get involved in her problems.

Wednesday was still trying to take in the information but allowed her to continue talking even past 5 minutes. Wednesday allowed then to continue to stay in touch but she needed more time to trust Enid again.

Around 3 years pass and Wednesday had started liking Enid again but is afraid about rejection and Enid likes Wednesday but Wednesday doesn't get the hints Enid keeps giving her.

One day Enid invites Wednesday on a "hangout" or what Enid likes to call, a date. They went to a local cafe that is getting popular.

Wednesday wore a black turtleneck with a blazer, a black pleated skirt and a black coloured beret.

Enid wore a white button but with a colourful sweater over and jeans with a cute hat to compliment the outfit.

"Hello Enid, you look nice today"

"You too Willa! You know that turtleneck looks awesome but I bet it'll look better on the floor*

"?"

"Nevermind"

They enter the cafe and got seated and ordered.

While waiting, Enid noticed that her hand was close to Wednesday's and held her hand. Wednesday jolted due to the sudden touch.

"May I ask why?"

"Just felt like I needed too"

Enid ordered a strawberry shortcake and a latte while Wednesday ordered just a black coffee.

Enid tries feeding Wednesday a strawberry but after refusal, thought it was because of her colour allergy and sprayed the strawberry with black food colouring that she conveniently had.

" You know it doesn't work that way right?"

"Please"

"Fine."

Enid's plan of feeding Wednesday was a success due to puppy eyes and pleading.

Enid offered to walk Wednesday back to her apartment, as they're walking..

"Willa"

"Yes?"

"You do know I love you right?"

"Wait. What."

"Shit- you don't uhh oh well"

"Enid I love you too"

After Wednesday said those words Enid let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in.

4 year later, they're married adopted two kids, one boy and one girl named William and Friday and Wednesday becomes a novel writer while Enid becomes a housewife, all is well and all is good.

#wenclair fics #wenclair #wednesday x enid

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nightsidewrestling · 4 months

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D.U.D.E Bios: Charles Nye (2021)

The Third Son of Pride Charles Nye

Damian's grandson and Viola's youngest son, Charles is an intelligent kid who spends more time with his heads in books rather than watching his mother wrestle.

"Did you name me after Dickens, Chaplin or Addams."

Name

Full Legal Name: Charles Lakshmi Nye

First Name: Charles

Meaning: French and English form of 'Carolus', the Latin form of the Germanic name 'Karl', which was derived from a word meaning 'man' (Proto-Germanis 'karlaz'). However an alternative theory states that it is derived from the common Germanic name element 'harjaz' meaning 'army'

Pronunciation: CHARLZ

Origin: English, French

Middle Name: Lakshmi

Meaning: Means 'sign, mark' in Sanskrit. This is the name of the Hindu goddess of prosperity, good luck, and beauty

Pronunciation: LUK-shmee

Origin: Hinduism, Indian, Telugu, Kannada, Tamil, Malayalam, Hindi, Odia

Surname: Nye

Meaning: Originally indicated a person who lived near a river, from Middle English 'Atten eye’ meaning 'At the river’

Pronunciation: NIE

Origin: English

Alias: N/A

Reason: N/A

Nicknames: Charley, Charlie, Charly, Chas, Chaz, Chip, Chuck, Chuckie, Chucky

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 10

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: British

Ethnicity: Mixed White-Asian (English & Indian)

Birth Date: January 15th 2011

Symbols: N/A

Sexuality: N/A

Religion: Christian

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English

Relationship Status: N/A

Astrological Sign: Capricorn

Theme Song (Ringtone on Damian & Vi's Phones): Damian: 'The Middle' - Jimmy Eat World Vi: 'Without Me' - Eminem

Voice Actor: N/A

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Brigg, Lancashire, England

Current Location: Brigg, Lancashire, England

Hometown: Brigg, Lancashire, England

Appearance

Height: N/A (Hasn’t finished growing)

Weight: N/A (Hasn’t finished growing)

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: N/A

Piercings: None

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: N/A

Illnesses/Disorders: None

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: Vegetarian

Relationships

Allies: N/A

Enemies: N/A

Friends: Glyn Pritchard, Bada Llewellyn, Jacob Rhydderch, Quintus Rhydderch, Comhghall Rhydderch, Dagda O'Hannigan, Quirinus Rhydderch, Talfryn Rhydderch, Hall McFarlane, Dalton McFarland, Quasimodo Rhydderch, Bairrfhionn Rhydderch, Wallace Rhydderch, Samuel McCormick, Vance Lum, Emil Winter

Colleagues: N/A

Rivals: N/A

Closest Confidant: Quentin Nye

Mentor: Quentin Nye

Significant Other: N/A

Previous Partners: N/A

Parents: Quentin Nye (43, Father), Viola Nye (42, Mother, Née Lum)

Parents-In-Law: N/A

Siblings: Adam Nye (22, Brother), Paulette Nye (19, Sister), Benjamin Nye (16, Brother), Olivia Nye (13, Sister)

Siblings-In-Law: None

Nieces & Nephews: None

Children: N/A

Children-In-Law: N/A

Grandkids: N/A

Great Grandkids: N/A

Wrestling

Billed From: N/A

Trainer: N/A

Managers: N/A

Wrestlers Managed: N/A

Debut: N/A

Debut Match: N/A

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: N/A

Stables: N/A

Teams: N/A

Regular Moves: N/A

Finishers: N/A

Refers To Fans As: N/A

Extras

Backstory: Charles is the fifth and final child of Quentin and Viola Nye, which makes him the grandson of Damian Lum. Charles currently attends primary school in Lancashire.

Trivia: Nothing of note so far

#D.U.D.E #original character #Nye #Family. Not a Wrestler

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psychic-refugee · 1 year

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Prompt: Wednesday allergy to colour.

The new Principal volun-told Wednesday she had to help with Spirit Week decorations. The school colours were Nevermore Blue and Midnight Black. No one seemed to notice how uneasy the vast amount of blue paint that dominated the posters made Wednesday and she was too proud to show any fear.

Wednesday had a legitimate reason for her special grey and black uniform.

Werewolves were vulnerable to silver, aconite, and mountain ash.

Vampires were vulnerable to garlic, any wood to the heart, and their powers did not work while in direct sunlight.

Gorgons were vulnerable to beheadings, mirrors, slowed in the cold, and could be mesmerized by a melody played on a pungi.

Sirens held a fatal weakness against beeswax, the substance Odysseus used to bypass the lure of their song.

Every Outcast had its vulnerability.

The Addamses were a clan onto themselves. They defied death and were rushed into its arms in equal measure. They could survive the electric chair, poisons of all varieties, blunt force trauma; but had succumbed to angry mobs, firing squads, and premature burial, otherwise known as being buried alive.

Most wrote off these deaths as something that had to happen eventually. Others simply thought that they were means of death that no one could possibly survive.

The Addams family secret was that they were blessed by Chaos. No two Addams were vulnerable to the same thing as they were given at random.

If Aunt LaBorgia had been sentenced to hanging or lethal injection, she would have walked it off.

If Uncle Fledge had been before a firing squad, it simply would have tickled.

The Addams that filled their graveyard had succumbed only to their specific vulnerabilities.

Morticia was a Frump witch and vulnerable to iron.

Gomez could be felled by the Cocobolo, a rare tree found in Central America. Luckily, there was an embargo on the wood, and it was prohibitively expensive for most. He did have a cane wrought by the fragrant and red hued wood. He loved to dance with death, and it was a beautiful species.

Pugsly would only succumb to death on a Tuesday of an Odd year in a month ending in Y.

Wednesday was allergic to colour…specifically blue. There were shades of Cyan she could tolerate with naught but watery eyes and a runny nose, but most purples were right out. She was not being hyperbolic when she told Enid that she would break out into hives and the flesh would peel off her bones. Blue felt like battery acid upon her bare skin.

The family told people she was allergic to colour as a strategic red herring. There were eighteen-decillion, that was 18 followed by 33 zeros, known colours in the universe. If someone wanted to harm Wednesday, then they had a good chance an enemy would choose the wrong colour and therefore let Wednesday escape unharmed.

In a turn of bitter irony, Nevermore happened to have one of the most deadly variation of blue in their school uniform. She had to get a uniform specially made for her and had to divulge a legitimate reason for the change.

On any given day, she was not accosted with the colour blue upon her bare skin. She rarely touched anyone, so the regular school uniform rarely got close enough to even make her eyes water in irritation.

The new Headmaster at Nevermore was irritatingly involved in student life, and due to a misunderstanding, Wednesday had dropped a cannon ball on a Satyr who had gotten too handsy, had ordered her to help with Nevermore Spirit Week once they returned from their long break. The school did not have a football team, or any intermural sports team, but they celebrated the school regardless with all the trappings of a Normie Homecoming.

They were in the great hall, the dining tables cleared out and replaced with long tables to accommodate the various craft projects. There were posters, banners, and pom poms aplenty. The Nevermore Raven was painted onto everything that could be pinned down, with splashes with blue and black.

The vast amount of paint, crepe paper, and construction paper in Nevermore Blue made her pulse quicken, so close to death and everyone went about their day. She did her best to work solely with black and kept her face neutral so that no one could tell how close she was to her undoing.

Wednesday Addams never got nervous, she also never showed weakness. She would not be scared off by a primary colour, no matter how painful a death it would subject her to.

It was actually rather inspiring, she wondered how Viper de la Muerte would handle being next to a vat of sulfuric acid.

Xavier was there, and she was uneasy for other reasons.

Social media was soul sucking meaningless affirmation, and she stood by that. Texting, however, was a convenient and efficient way to communicate. She especially liked the blocking feature and how she could delete unnecessarily apps from her phone. She ignored all pleas from Enid to get on whatever vapid app the Werewolf preferred. She really had no desire to post pictures, much less comment on them.

She also suspected her eyes were sensitive to the blue light modern electronic devices gave off, but she would never admit to that. She figured out on her own how to put on a filter.

She actually found that she didn’t mind texting Xavier over the break. He never made a mention of how slowly she responded, and she rather liked how there was no rush to give an answer. She had always had an easier time expressing herself through writing rather than with spoken words.

Xavier was also respectful of her time. He never texted during her quiet time, and he helpfully told her how to disable any incoming texts or calls during certain hours. He also walked her through downloading music she liked. She could admit it was more convenient to have her favorite Mexican musicians play through her phone than cranking a record player.

She still much preferred her typewriter, and still refused to get a computer.

She found out that Xavier was talented at calligraphy. He wrote her beautiful letters in addition to texts. He also drew her lovely portraits and still-lifes of deadly spiders and poisonous flowers. He wrote of how she inspired him, of how he found beauty in the darkest and deadliest of things.

She could admit that his written words and art made her heart flutter. Xavier had also not been good with spoken words, his lousy attempts at warning her against Tyler or expressing his desire for her had failed spectacularly. With his texts and art, he was much more eloquent. She felt like they understood each other much better.

In return, she was inspired to write a short story of a tortured artist who had succumbed to madness and rage, and killed his father. Xavier in turn had drawn his favorite scene, one where the artist, Alexander du Sang, had cut out the still beating heart of his father and used his blood as paint.

If Vincent Thorpe turned up missing or dead, her short story and his drawings would certainly be Exhibits A and B at their trials.

She blushed at the thought of a double murder trial, she had never felt such a way about a boy before.

He understood her disdain for public displays of affection. He kept his distance, but kept his cocky smirk, happy to just be in her presence. He got to know her better over the break, and she had her own language through the minute expressions of her eyes and small smiles that he was becoming fluent in.

He had been roped into helping with Spirit Week, as the most talented artist at Nevermore. The new Headmaster had been told it was Xavier who was responsible for the Raven mural in the quad, and so naturally was recruited to waste his talents on trivial things such as posters.

“I’ve painted so many ravens I may just commit a murder,” he joked as Wednesday held a can of black paint that he used. She didn’t want to be there at all, so she did the bare minimum of appearing to be helping.

“A flock of ravens is called an unkindness.”

“Then it’s unkind to make me do so many,” it was a lame joke, but his smile made something ache in her chest. Xavier smiled enough for the both of them, he figured she found his joke amusing since she didn't openly mock him.

Enid was off on the other side of the hall, ordering many about as she took school spirit seriously. Ever since she finally wolfed out, and had taken down a Hyde at that, she had quickly established dominance of the Werewolf packs. For the most part, the decoration committee was a well-oiled machine and Enid ruled with a fur covered iron fist. If she wanted yards and yards of bunting, she would have it placed exactly where she wanted it, with not even a millimeter of deviation. If she wanted crepe paper roses in black and blue, the wolves would make enough to fill a florist shop.

If she wanted the school crest painted in gold against a backdrop of stripes of Nevermore Blue and Midnight Black, then they would ask how high.

Her exact words were “I want to see it from space,” so the wolves had immediately bought out enough paint to fill the pool Wednesday had released piranhas in to teach some Normies a lesson.

Despite Enid’s firm hold on the wolves, they were a rowdy clan by nature. They followed Enid’s detailed instructions to the letter, but they would do it while rough housing and generally having a good time.

Two wolves thought to use a can of Nevermore Blue as a football and had tossed it to each other, getting further and further apart and in more awkward positions to make the game interesting.

That was until the receiving wolf had missed the catch, and the can had dropped in Wednesday and Xavier’s vicinity.

The can exploded on impact, Xavier hadn’t enough time to even flinch as he was sprayed down with a deluge of blue paint that covered him from head to toe.

When he realized what happened, he was ready to yell at them for not only ruining his uniform, but the mural he had been working on.

His anger had stopped in its tracks when he heard Wednesday scream in agony.

This is a girl who had been stabbed, hit with an arrow, and nearly killed by the reanimated corpse of Jericho’s founder, and he had never heard her scream like that.

Wednesday didn’t even get a chance to yell at the wolves or try to wipe off the muck, she went down and started to convulse.

“Wednesday!” he dropped to his knees, desperately trying to figure out what was wrong.

She had blue paint staining her neck and face, the uniform she wore was a bit oversized and nearly covered her from the neck down. Because she wore the uniform correctly, it had saved her from being doused by the paint on her bare skin for most of her body.

Her normally pristine pale skin had started to turn red and blister, her voice becoming horse from the pain and tears running down her face.

Enid had rushed to her best friend and roommate, she seemed to know what was happening,

“Rolf,” she ordered the fastest wolf in the pack, “go to the nurse’s office and tell them Wednesday Addams has been exposed to colour, she’ll know what that means. Go!”

The wolf obeyed and used his supernatural speed to get help.

“Ajax, call 911. Tell them there is an Outcast having a severe allergic reaction.”

The Gorgon had obeyed as well.

Enid then took a bottle of water that Nevermore had provided for its students. She poured it onto Wednesday in hopes of washing off the paint.

It had only served to spread the paint more and Wednesday had instinctively struck the bottle out of Enid’s hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” tears of remorse pooled in her eyes, her friend was in pain, and she had made things worse.

“What’s happening?” he demanded of the Werewolf, who had seemed to know.

“She’s allergic to colour,” her voice bordering on hysterical, hating to see her friend in such a state.

“What?” that made little to no sense to Xavier. “You mean she’s allergic to dyes or pigments?” He wasn’t aware of what went into Nevermore Blue as it was a specialized colour made just for the school, but they could find out for the paramedics and hospital to know and hopefully know how to deal with.

“I don’t know, her mother just said colour.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he figured that was why Wednesday wore a black and grey uniform instead of the normal Nevermore colours.

“It can’t just be colour, she was fine when those Normie’s had put red paint in the sprinklers at the Rav’n.”

That was a good point, something that Enid hadn’t really thought of at the time. She had been too upset that not only was her outfit ruined, but the Normie boy she had brought had seemingly betrayed her after having a good time, she had thought.

“Wednesday,” he spoke to her gently, “You’ve got to tell us what you’re allergic to. Is it dyes or pigments? Woad, indigo, or ultramarine?” he tried to think of every dye or pigment the paint could have contained. “Is it the binders?”

“Blue,” she weakly said, but the pain of her skin blistering and starting to weep pus and blood had made her face scrunch in agony.

“We know it’s the blue paint, but what in paint are you allergic to?”

Wednesday cried in frustration, they didn’t understand.

“Blue…not allergic…vulnerable.”

Enid did not understand, but Xavier had quickly worked out what she meant. He knew the Addams were singular and unique, even among the Outcast.

“You’re vulnerable…your weakness is to blue?”

Wednesday nodded as speaking was too painful.

“Is it just blue?”

She nodded again.

He worked quickly and gently let Wednesday go, entrusting her to Enid. He headed over to the table that held all the paints.

Enid had been very exacting in what she wanted. The school’s colours had been Nevermore Blue and Midnight Black, and they had those in abundance. Enid had wanted a very specific gold for the school crest and had not been happy with any of the local suppliers. As a result, she and Xavier had worked together to create the gold she wanted, so they had a supply of the other primary colours, in addition to magenta and cyan, with bags of mica to give it a shimmer.

He quickly put together an exact orange, using his knowledge of the colour wheel and hoping it worked.

Enid was confused when Xavier came back with orange paint and was about to yell at someone to ask where the nurse or paramedics were. She had wanted to stop him when it was soon obvious, he planned to put the paint on Wednesday. She worried that he was about to make things worse, but she had recoiled back when she saw that he had a darkness in his eyes she had never seen before.

Ajax had warned her that his roommate had a dark side, getting between him and helping Wednesday had brought that out and she felt a chill run down her back; her inner wolf almost whimpering in submission, anything where he would stop looking at her that way.

It didn’t help that in his anger, all the paintings of ravens around them had started to flap their wings and sinister caws started to echo through the hall.

He gently poured the orange paint where there was visible blue, and by some miracle it was working. Wednesday had sighed in relief and had stopped hyperventilating in pain.

He had neutralized the blue, but the blisters and burns had been left behind. Enid was glad that it hadn’t gotten to the point where her flesh had started to peel off of her bones. The nurse and paramedics had finally come, and no one questioned Xavier when he invited himself to ride along in the ambulance.

“Enid, call her parents and let them know what happened. It’ll be quicker to contact them through the crystal ball. Tell them I’m with her,” he told the Werewolf as he got in the ambulance to go with Wednesday to the hospital. She nodded, so glad he was able to help Wednesday.

“Please text me as soon as she wakes up,” she begged, fear and adrenaline still pumping through her veins.

He promised and the doors were closed, they were on their way to the hospital.

Wednesday Addams was hospitalized for three days. Xavier had been her advocate for proper Outcast care until her parents came. He adamantly kicked out any doctor or nurse who wore blue scrubs. He threw out any blanket or décor that held any hint of the deadly colour. Luckily, blue was not painted on the walls, else they would have found Xavier with a roller brush and a bucket of orange.

They kept her hydrated, gave her pain meds, and Grandmama had come up from New Jersey with a poultice made from witch’s hair and mud from their family swamp. The blisters and open wounds healed nicely, without scars. The only evidence left was a bit of redness which would go away.

They wanted to keep her for another night of observation. Wednesday felt rage, self-pity, and self-disgust that she had shown such weakness in front of her peers and now they were aware of her vulnerability. She barely tolerated her family’s attention, but she had nearly died, again, so perhaps a bit of coddling was therapeutic for them. Enid had come by with a black crocheted blanket and some of Wednesday’s favorite snacks.

Eventually, their concern had become overbearing, and she could no longer bear their presence. She kicked them out and they knew to stay away until she was discharged.

Xavier had gently knocked on her doorframe to let her know he was coming in. He ignored her low growl, slightly amused that she reminded him of an angry kitten.

He came with a gift, however, and soon her mood had lightened.

“I didn’t want to risk your typewriter, so I got you an electronic keyboard with round glass keys like a typewriter with supposedly the same tactile experience. Along with a paper-white tablet, with literally no other function or app other than the writing program.”

It wasn’t a typewriter, but it was the closest equivalent that wouldn’t irritate her. She appreciated that he respected her things enough to simply not take it from her room. She tested the devices, and while it wasn’t the exact same as her typewriter, it would do while she was in the hospital. And it might be a good mobile writing device if she ever wanted to venture outside of her room to write.

“This is…very thoughtful. Thank you,” her features were softened, and she was as closed to relaxed as she got.

He nodded, he understood that Wednesday was not one to be coddled. He brought a chair to her beside, and it reminded him of the first time he spoke with her at Nevermore. They seemed to be attracted to sick beds.

In this instance, he was much closer to her bedside, his side flush against the side of the bed and she was easily within his reach. He suppressed a satisfied smile and his heart ached sweetly when she did not oppose how close he was.

“Most do not understand what happened,” he told her of what was going around in school, he figured she would want to be made aware of who knew of her weakness. “Enid had started a rumor on her blog that the paint had been tampered with by Normies. I think a lot of our peers are highly suggestible, because some swore that I went to the hospital too with burns when I traveled with you. I think some overheard that you were allergic to colour, but not specifically blue. If they do, then I made this for you,” and he handed her palm sized vials with a fine mist pump. They were three varying hues of orange.

“I figure you can carry this with you, like someone who has to carry an Epi-Pen. They should cover warm, neutral, and cool tones to neutralize all shades of blues. Luckily, paint doesn’t really expire, but if they dry up then I can teach you how to mix paints.”

“This is very clever,” she also appreciated that he wasn’t trying to assure her that she was safe. No one was ever safe, it was a truth she knew since she could toddle. He was offering a pragmatic way to save herself if she encountered blue again.

“It’s knowing the colour wheel,” he shrugged, in a rare moment of humility.

“You kept a cool head and came up with a practical solution during a medical emergency. Others would have panicked and possibly made things worse. That is something to be proud of. Most are too brainless to think clearly under normal circumstances.”

That he wasn’t a complete idiot or useless was high praise from Wednesday.

“Then I think you’ll like this next gift. I know you well enough that you’re probably…unhappy, to say the least, that some might know your specific weakness. The truth of it is that every Outcast has a vulnerability. Here is a reminder for them if any idiot forgets that,” he then placed a small pocket knife in her hands.

It was beautifully wrought, a smooth onyx handle with the silver crest of the Addams family and its family credo.

“Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc,” she whispered reverently, they were not just mere pretty words. Instinctively she pressed the crest and it gave way, the blade of the knife appeared and it was not a typical metal.

“One half is a silver-iron alloy, the other is lignum vitae wood. It’s supposed to be as hard as iron. The wood is polished with beeswax, and the metal is laced with mirror dust.”

“All the ways to kill the most prominent clans,” her voice hitched, Xavier had managed to understand her in ways that no one has. “How were you able to get this made so quickly?”

“The Thorpes are not as wealthy as the Addamses, but we are well off enough to know that with enough money, it can solve pretty much any problem…Seeing you in pain, learning you had almost died…again…I was inspired and designed this the first night after you got into the hospital. I told the blade maker that money wasn’t an object and he had it made in two days.”

“It’s beautiful,” it was well made on top of aesthetically pleasing.

There was some compulsive, sadistic part of her that no matter how fond of someone she was, she couldn’t help but test them.

“And psychics, does it work on them?” she, quick as lightning, had placed the blade against his throat. A quick slide, from his ear to his jugular, would be cut as easily as butter.

He did not flinch, and he did not cower. He even leaned slightly against the blade, not enough to break his skin, but to show that he was not afraid of her moving it. They were just a breath away from each other.

“Psychics are practically Normie when it comes to vulnerabilities. We easily die in just as many ways as they do…Grandmother Thorpe says it’s the tradeoff for looking so Normie, we can easily blend in and mask ourselves among them.”

Almost chameleons, and probably the greatest tool against the Normie threat. Psychics rarely ever came under direct threat, only when they revealed their powers did they become targets.

She made the mistake of looking into his eyes, a lovely hazel. A perfect mix of brown that reminded her of burial earth, and green, her favorite shade of moss on a tombstone.

As fast as she had placed the blade at his throat, he had placed a hand on her wrist of the hand that held the blade. She felt a sharp spike coming from one of his fingers. She looked down and saw he was wearing a ring she had never seen before.

It was a simple silver band, with what looked to be a small cabochon sapphire. He moved his hand so that it would catch the light, and she noticed a minute air bubble that danced with the movement.

It wasn’t a sapphire, and he gave her a knowing smirk. It was a spiked ring filled with blue, if he pressed any harder, she had no doubt that the spike would pierce her skin and blue dye or ink would get into her bloodstream. It could potentially cause sepsis or any array of allergic reactions, ones she could not easily assuage with the orange dye spray he had gifted her.

She raised a questioning eyebrow.

“I know who you are, you are a scorpion. But I am not a frog, only a fool would think they were ever truly safe with you.”

That was the sweetest and most beautiful thing anyone had ever said about her. And he respected her enough to protect himself from the very real threat she presented. He didn’t have any lofty or idiot ideals of how love would soften her.

She kept the blade at his neck, and she brought her lips to his.

Her first kiss with Tyler had been a moment of carnal weakness. Too much adrenaline surging through her, desperate to find the Hyde. Perhaps she kissed him as some subconscious effort to parse out the real Hyde, and actually wanted to trigger her visions to get her proof.

Kissing Xavier felt like kissing chaos and darkness.

She dropped the knife, and he moved his hand to her face. She did not feel the sharp spike as his large hand and long fingers cradled her cheek. He knew when to be deadly and when to be gentle. She could do the same.

This kiss she did not want to stop, but true to her nature she could not help the nip at his lip that drew blood. He had drawn back in pain, and she feared that perhaps she had gone too far. He smiled, however, manic and dazed. He leaned down to kiss her again, the tang of his blood setting hers aflame.

She did not get a vision, but she saw a future with him.

#wednesday netflix #wednesday x xavier #Agony in Blue fanfiction #tw: allergic reaction

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Neutralised Bios: SGM Mo (1994)

Mona, Fry & T.J's Father SGM Mozes 'Mo' Duke

A gun expert for court cases and Mona, Fry & T.J's father, Sergeant Major Mozes 'Mo' Duke.

"What my father did made me more protective of my children."

Name

Full Legal Name: Mozes Rein Duke

First Name: Mozes

Meaning: Dutch form of 'Moses', from the Hebrew name 'Mosheh', which is most likely derived from Egyptian 'Mes' meaning 'Son', but could also possibly mean 'Deliver' in Hebrew.

Pronunciation: MO-zes

Origin: Dutch

Middle Name: Rein

Meaning: Originally a short form of Germanic names beginning with the element 'Regin' meaning 'Advice, Counsel, Decision'.

Pronunciation: RAYN

Origin: Frisian, Dutch, Estonian

Surname: Duke

Meaning: From the noble title, which was originally from Latin 'Dux' 'Leader'.

Pronunciation: DOOK

Origin: Dutch

Titles: Sergeant Major / SGM

Goes By: Mo, Moos, Pa, Vader

Characteristics

Age: 66

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: American Citizen. Born in Belgium

Ethnicity: White (Dutch Heritage)

Birth Date: 19th September 1928

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Christian

Native Language: Dutch

Known Languages: Dutch, English, (Some) German

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Virgo

Played By: John Larroquette

Appearance

Height: 6'4" / 194 cm

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black, Greying

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Usually Clean Shaven

Tattoos: 3 (2 Full leg tattoo sleeves, made of 72 small designs. 1 1/3 arm left sleeve made of 24 small designs)

Piercings: None

Scars: Many small scars from different fights

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Clean

Illnesses/Disorders: Possible Autism, Possible PTSD

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: None

Friends: None

Significant Other: Wednesday Duke (67, Wife, Née Davidson)

Parents: Meine Duke (Deceased, Father), Mireille Duke (Deceased, Mother, Née Aakster)

Parents-In-Law: Radboud Davidson (Deceased, Father-In-Law), Saskia Davidson (Deceased, Mother-In-Law, Née Addams)

Siblings: Wendel Duke (69, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Hedwig Duke (70, Wendel's Wife, Née De Haan), Aafje Falkenrath (73, Wednesday's Sister, Née Davidson), Wilbert Falkenrath (80, Aafje's Husband), Miranda Geier (76, Wednesday's Sister, Née Davidson), Werner Geier (77, Miranda's Husband), Amber Hahn (73, Wednesday's Sister, Née Davidson), Senna Hahn (74, Amber's Husband), Merel Reiher (70, Wednesday's Sister, Née Davidson), Rembrandt Reiher (71, Merel's Husband), Chantal Schwangau (64, Wednesday's Sister, Née Davidson), Puck Schwangau (65, Chantal's Husband), Jip Specht (61, Wednesday's Sister, Née Davidson), Pascal Specht (62, Jip's Husband), Diantha Taube (58, Wednesday's Sister, Née Davidson), Melle Taube (59, Diantha's Husband)

Nieces & Nephews: Wren Vogel (39, Niece, Née Duke), Sparrow Vogel (40, Wren's Husband), Jonah Duke (35, Nephew), Teal Duke (36, Jonah's Wife, Née Adler), Avis Falk (31, Niece, Née Duke), Beckett Falk (32, Avis' Husband), Rosamund Walkenhorst (49, Niece, Née Falkenrath), Roswell Walkenhorst (50, Rosamund's Husband), Colt Falkenrath (45, Nephew), Rosalind Falkenrath (46, Colt's Wife, Née Czajka), Epona Czajkowski (41, Niece, Née Falkenrath), Colter Czajkowski (42, Epona's Husband), Tigerlily Kaczka (46, Niece, Née Geier), Lavi Kaczka (47, Tigerlily's Husband), Apollo Geier (42, Nephew), Ariel Geier (43, Apollo's Wife, Née Kawa), Katida Sikora (38, Niece, Née Geier), Boris Sikora (39, Katida's Husband), Ylva Wrona (43, Niece, Née Hahn), Wolfram Wrona (44, Ylva's Husband), Todd Hahn (39, Nephew), Wulfrun Hahn (40, Todd's Wife, Née Wronski), Vixen Astor (35, Niece, Née Hahn), Beowulf Astor (36, Vixen's Husband), Tacey Balodis (40, Niece, Née Reiher), Paltiel Balodis (41, Tacey's Husband), Ezekiel Reiher (36, Nephew), Eudocia Reiher (37, Ezekiel's Wife, Née Bergfalk), Abigail Chayka (32, Niece, Née Reiher), Abner Chayka (33, Abigail's Husband), Acacia Cinege (34, Niece, Née Schwangau), Allon Cinege (35, Acacia's Husband), Asco Schwangau (30, Nephew), Aspen Schwangau (26, Niece), Daphne Specht (31, Niece), Grover Specht (27, Nephew), Hazel Specht (23, Niece), Juniper Taube (28, Niece), Oren Taube (24, Nephew), Astra Taube (20, Niece)

Children: Monday Duke (26, Daughter), Friday Duke (22, Son), Tuesday Duke (18, Daughter)

Extras

Level of Education: Military Training

Occupation: Gun Expert, Sergeant Major in the Army

Employer: US Army

Biography: Sergeant Major Mozes Duke, son of Police Captain Meine Duke and paramedic Mireille Duke. Being in the military made a disciplined, tough man out of Mozes, but also given him the fear of losing his wife and kids due to his work. He regrets allowing Mona and Fry to go on that fateful hunting trip back in 1981, he even testified in order to put his own father behind bars until his death in 1990.

#original character #original writing #original series #Neutralised #SGM Mo #sgm mo #SGM Mozes Duke #sgm mozes duke #SGM Mozes Rein Duke #sgm mozes rein duke

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the 50 OC asks for Val

Their age?

Their sexuality/sexual preference?

Gorls. Always have and always will.

Any siblings/Only child?

On Biomia she had two younger sisters, Phoebe and Isabella. Now she has Ciri and Castor.

Their favourite season?

Spring. It was the only time they either weren’t sweltering or freezing on their little car on the Ethereal Park rollercoaster.

Who were/are their parents/guardians?

She has no idea who they are. All she knows is that since the time Isa was born, she had to take care of both her and Phoebe and she never forgave her parents for abandoning them.

Their gender?

Female

Their date of birth?

Month 3, Day 6 (October 6th)

What clothing style?

Baseball tees, leggings, overalls, and sweatshirts. When she glows up, it will be known.

What is their favourite food after a break-up?

So much chocolate cake that if she eats anymore, she will probably go into a food coma.

Their favourite thing to do after a break-up?

She sits in the bath tub with a very large glass of wine. And then she just puts her face underwater until she’s forced to come back for air. Then she takes another swig of wine.

What happens in the ‘honeymoon phase’ for this character?

Val will go ghost and you will not see her ever because she’s cuddling with the boo.

How many serious relationships have they been in?

Just one, which she regrets. She’d rather have none than the one she was in.

What is their nationality?

Biomian

What languages do they speak?

Common, Binary, and knows some Helian curses from Flor and Percy

What is their profession/Education?

Self taught technophile, and the rest formally was taught by Luna and Nivviah.

Their favourite comfort food?

Strawberry ice cream

What’s a food they hate?

Pickles are not fucking valid and will never be.

Their music taste?

Although she tries to block out most things from home, she can’t deny that they have some sweet fucking music

Is there a story behind their name/meaning?

Not that she’s aware of. There is one thing that sticks in her mind but she has no idea where’s it’s from. She just knows that she was named Valerie so she could always be brave in the face of danger.

Something they do that seems childish to others?

I mean, she isn’t the vent gremlin for nothing.

What is their all-time favourite TV show?

The original Addams Family

What is their all-time favourite movie?

Metropolis. It’s one of the movies she first remembers seeing on Biomia.

How big is their family?

It used to be just her, Pheebs, and Isa. But now she has so much more family than she could have ever dreamed.

Are they close to anyone specific in the family?

As Phoebe’s and Isa’s unofficial guardian, they pissed her off sometimes as younger siblings do, but she would absolutely take their place in a heartbeat. Same goes for Ciri and Castor, even though her favorite brother is an idiot.

Have they got any allergies?

Dairy

Are they an emotional person?

Heavily but keeps it bottled like a fine wine.

Do they get angry/lose their temper quickly?

No, it actually takes a lot for Val to get angry. But when she does, you better run.

What are some of their guilty pleasures?

Way too much alcohol, eating ice cream at 4am, and yeah…. masturbation. Sometimes all three at once.

Do they have pets? Do they want pets?

There was a stray dog on Biomia she befriended when she was ten that she eventually named Charlie Yaplin but after a couple months she stopped seeing him around on the street.

Do they like kids? Do they want kids/have kids?

She considers herself Phoebe and Isa’s mother and still does like kids, but given her history with losing children doesn’t really want to take that mantle up again any time soon.

Who’s cuddle buddy are they?

Used to be her sisters, but now Ciri’s sometimes and in the future will be a secret gorl.

Do they have any tattoos?

Nope, but if she had to get one, it’d be a gear over her heart.

Do they have any piercings?

Just lobe piercings she doesn’t remember getting.

What is their hair colour? Is it their natural colour?

It’s always been dark brown, but she does want to dye it one day. Maybe to a purple.

Do they like musicals?

She’s only really heard some of the ones on Biomia such as Show Boat or the Ziegfeld Follies. Though she does like Chicago and Bonnie and Clyde the Musical now.

Do they like marmite?

Only when she’s drunk. Otherwise it’s not valid.

Do they like glitter?

Aesthetically, yes. Touching her, no.

Do they believe in the supernatural?

Val is a Shaniac through and through. Aliens exist, but ghosts? Nah man.

Have they ever seen a dead body?

A little too many, if she’s going to be honest.

Have they ever had a near-death experience?

Well there was that time she almost got shot while running away from Biomia, that time she attempted suicide, that time that Castor got her shot in the back.

Have they ever broken a bone?

Once she slipped when climbing off her rollercoaster home when she was thirteen and broke her wrist. And then when she first started climbing vents, she fell through and twisted her ankle.

What are they like when they’re drunk/what kind of drunk are they?

A flirty drunk through and through. If you are a girl of eligible age, Val is coming after you.

Have they ever drunk underage?

She started drinking at around eleven. Val grew up in a town full of speakeasies.

What is the first thing they do when they wake up?

When she does actually sleep, when she wakes up the first thing she does is to make sure that her robot Phoebe is doing okay.

Do they consider themselves popular?

She’s popular among her friend group? Nobody (except Adrien) dislikes Val and all consider her to be their best friend. And that’s the tea.

How do they like their tea/coffee?

Doesn’t like tea, and likes her coffee black with tons of sugar.

What do they smell like?

Motor oil, strawberries, and light cologne to hide the vent smell.

Are they a virgin?

She only had the opportunity to get laid once and she didn’t take it. Which she’s glad for.

Do they wear glasses/contacts?

No, but even if she did she would not let anyone tell her to get glasses.

Are they good at remembering significant dates? Anniversaries, birthdays etc?

She remembers all her siblings’ birthdays and hacks their phone to change their home screen to a giant cake.

#genesis campaign #my characters #imaturtlebug #Valerie Read

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