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i am a fake <3 wednesday is going to be moved to my multi because not only are the bots absolutely destroying me here, but my blogs are getting harder to juggle.

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i owe replies and plan to be back here at some point but for the time being brain rot has been my oc multi and may slowly be working on rebooting love so stay tuned and catch me at: @khronoes & @quismet

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* fc psa.

i’m not sure how popular he is right now in the indie rp community, but this is a psa that percy hynes white (from netflix’s wednesday) now has very serious sexual assault allegations surrounding him and should not be used as an fc. there are plenty of other men out there for you to choose from. links below. 

( x / x / x. )

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I haven’t been here much bc my brain rot has been on my multi but soon <3

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season 2 baybeeeee

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a cute little piccrew for the night <3

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gm demons 🖤 im trying to get back into my groove in all aspects of life this new year so bear with me if I’m a little ghost

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2022 is coming to an end, and before it does i just wanna say that i adore you so much and if you need anyone killed, i will do it no questions asked

PEHSJSJ PLEASE SIX I ADORE YOU (and will send you my hit list soon 🖤)

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/anon/ i want tokiss

oh 🫣 cmere anon

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okay so i'll be back at work starting tomorrow so if activity drops, bear with me <3 as always, scream in my ims scream in discord and i'll get to you in a fashionably late manner.

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death was no unfamiliar sight to an addams.    it wasn’t that they took merriment in the loss of a life but from a young age,    wednesday had been taught not to fear the natural cycle of a human soul.    as they were born,   they would one day die,    and to ward off the inevitable was a fool's blunder.    so it struck her as odd when rowan’s untimely death played like a broken record in the depths of her mind.    had he not brandished the half torn page in her face like an omen,    maybe she would’ve slept it off like all other funerals she attended.    but the crudely drawn flames licked at the edges of the crumpled paper in her palm and a tingling sensation made her look down to ensure her flesh was still intact.    she had to find answers to the unsolved puzzle he had left her and the timing couldn’t be anymore perfect.    when nevermore rested their heads,    wednesday addams rose.

she moved through the courtyard like a shadow.   evading the watchful eyes of a lazy patrol who sauntered sleepily around the campus grounds.    wednesday had always found the quiet nights in the academy strange.    for walls containing the supernatural,    the night was their calling.    and yet they all conformed to normie society’s constructs of time.    another feeble attempt at acceptance.    she considered herself observant of her surroundings but when the flash of straw blonde landed in front of her,   the girl came to an abrupt stop.    she’d seen ishtar in the halls as she weaved from class to class and had made note of her peculiarity.    like herself,   the other student was an outcast among outcasts.    it was in their lonesome that they found company.    her dark,  crater-like eyes fixed on the girl with the mouth that ran a mile a minute.    ❝   mercredi,   you speak french.    ❞    she stated the obvious as the words kept coming like an endless river.

wednesday's eyes flickered down to the extended hand and back to the lizard that had made his appearance.    no attempt was made to complete the physical greeting. a hand scuttled out of her bag and perched on her opposite shoulder.   the two stood like an inverted reflection of one another.      ❝   this is thing.    he has no tongue therefore he doesn’t speak.    i prefer silence.    ❞    her words are few but pointed in their singularity.    she avoids the questions pummelled her way and instead turns the interrogation on ishtar.    ❝    i thought only the ghouls haunted the trees at night.    you don’t look like a ghoul.    ❞

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visions are peculiar ; hands retrieve your spirit from your body and push you toward a time that is not your own. there is no making it stop, and in the litany of pain that reverberates through your bones, you are expected to find meaning. visions are quite oviously not every seer’s cup of tea, and ishtar, more peculiar than most, found it preferable to float endlessly between happenings until the ground would materialize once again under her feet. in her dreams the world collapses and forms itself again in less than the second it takes her to inhale a gulp of air – she knows that none of this matters and that tomorrow will turn them all into dust.

but lately, her dreams have been filled with dark hair and rigor mortis settling over the shape of a girl. at first, she assumed she could easily ignore it; every arrival presents its own visions and she now knows better than to think much of it. after all, she is responsible for so much of the chaos happening within these walls that she sees no point in running after whatever mayhem new students would be responsible for. but miss addams is terribly persistant, and in her dreams ishtar feels the burn of a new day.

that, at least, made her want to know more. which is why she’s waiting, seated on a branch of a large tree, when addams finally escapes the premices of a place she should not be sneaking in at such a time. ishtar would know: she is not respecting her own curfew as we speak. “howdy!!! found what yer lookin’ for, mercredi?” feet kick into the empty air as she throws a smile at the black shadow of a girl. “mind if i join ya? i’m bored. not that ya can really say no but yunno. bein’ polite and all that.” a swift jump and she’s standing in front of her, hand extended. “am ish. and that’s khairos.” small head of a lizard poking from under her hair, leaving the small nest he had made for himself around her neck. “no worries. he ain’t as talkative as me.”

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“I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.”

— Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless (via qarconne)

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wee little plotting call 🕷️🖤

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christmas gifts wednesday got from her family :

gomez : a custom fencing helmet fashioned like the grim reaper's hood to take back to nevermore

morticia : a grimoire that had been passed down through the generations that she had been keeping until wednesday had shown signs of any psychic / magic abilities

pugsley : a pear of anguish, a medieval torture device that will fit into her backpack at school and he hopes she'll use on her classmates and not him

uncle fester : fester just wraps her a cryptic note with explicit and extensive details on how to contact him on his next journey

thing : a hand rest to put in front of her typewriter but with the added benefit that thing can use it as a napping location

lurch : a zombie head archery target block so she'll stop putting apples on the top of his head for practice

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mains call 🖤

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⛸  ─  go ice skating @1nfamed

when the idea of skating had been proposed to their class,   it sounded as though nothing could go amiss.    cold,  hard ice,   sharp-edged blades,  and the screams of grown adults as they slipped and collided onto their backs with a satisfying crunch ?    it sounded like everything she could ask for on a dreary winter morning.    until she had laced herself into the obnoxiously teal shoes and placed one foot on the rink.    wednesday couldn’t move.    she stood with her legs planted shoulder width and her palms rigidly facing downwards to keep herself balanced.    every breeze that came from the speed of another skater gliding circles around her threatened to knock her off her barely maintained stability.    this was not what she had signed up for.   who would have thought standing on a makeshift cutlass would ever fail her ?   every muscle in her body clenched as she strained to keep herself upright.   she stared at the cheerful teacher in front of her,   dark eyes boring into her.    ❝   while i do admire the execution,   this is a cruel and unusual form of torture.   i think i will excuse myself,    miss riley.   ❞   she turned her head towards the exit with all intention to drag herself to the gate but the slightest twist of her body had the ability to send her careening forwards.    so instead she stood,   rigid like the victim of a gorgon,    her piercing stare a silent scream for help.

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☃️🎄✨ YOU'RE A THICC ONE, MR GRINCH ✨🎄☃️

The grinch baddie era