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i would say i'm sorry for disappearing, but i'm not and now you get to suffer :')
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SUCH A BRILLIANT IDEA HAD OF COURSE crossed Wednesday's mind. More than once , much to her attempt to hide such an inconvenience from her Mother. The scorpion never strayed too far from its nature & Wednesday was all too comfortable with the thought but it'd be such a waste to enact such wonderful toys on those who couldn't appreciate them. ❝ As delicious as they sound, I'm afraid they'd taint the meat. ❞
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❝ YOU SAID YOU WERE HAVING SOME—— issues, with a few of your fellow classmates. ❞ It was of no surprise, really. Even Morticia had held her fair share of a few unfortunate mishaps among her peers. ❝ Have you tried… eating them? ❞ Maybe not all of them, of course, but the select few who couldn't quite take the hint to back off when they rightfully should have. Acts of overpowering in superiority as well as some light torture could only go so far with some.
#✒ Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʟᴇssᴇᴅ. ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ.#♡. tu n'as pas de cœur ; mais pourquoi le mien se brise-t-il? ( matriiiarch ).#((sorry for disappearing otl#tw: cannibalism#cw: cannibalism
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A WELL ROUNDED CHILD IS A WELL OFF CHILD , music & the arts were always encouraged in the Addams home. When the children weren’t attempting siblicide , they often found themselves to their own devices - where she didn’t care what Pugsley partook in as long as he left her be , Wednesday found music the most appealing in releasing inner thoughts words could only beg to comprehend. Be it on her own or together with her family , music was a vital part of her upbringing , it had always been & forever shall it be.
Independent by her own admission , Wednesday scarcely thought to seek the support of either her Mother or Father. As it had always been suggested , family was everything to the Addams. Of course she appreciated all their efforts & silent understandings of Wednesday wanting to be on her own , she knew her family would always be near either rotting six feet under or from afar. Wednesday was fortunate enough to have parents who cared so deeply & try as she may to pretend to act indifferent towards them , she would always be their little bat.
These little memories , of playing side by side with her Mother in the dead of night or listening from the comfort of her bed , the haunting melodies drifting her off to sleep were ones Wednesday would cherish. It was too far in between the times she would have these memories to look back onto , for time was a wicked mistress & she knew all too well that it would never last. Such a beautiful thought.
Fingers toyed with the bow still in hand , black nails playing with the guts that made the strings. There was something unfamiliar about the way her Mother looked at her , even with the smirk that pulled at her lips , it was almost depressing. ❝ You’ll always be there. In death or in life , you’re much too clingy to stay away. ❞ One day Wednesday would have to face the world on her own , to fly the cave & make new experiences without the restriction of the family , but Wednesday knew better than to think her parents wouldn’t be there in some way shape or form. ❝ You & Father wouldn’t leave us that easily , even if we tried. ❞ The praise while not entirely acknowledged in vocal terms , did bring forth a slight smile of her own , words of affirmation never were Wednesday’s strong suit - but the knowledge of making her Mother proud was more than enough.
❝ Thank you. ❞
WHETHER IT WAS MUSIC, PAINTING OR GARDENING, Morticia felt it important to encourage her children in all forms of artistic behaviors that might lead them into a life of their own interests. Whichever they preferred. Hobbies that they could do and bond together as a family. The fact that Wednesday in particular had become so musically inclined pleased the matriarch to great extent, something that was just theirs. Specifically, theirs. Music filled the room with every note presented, gliding through the air in a synchronized melody that was both dark and beautifully conducted by abstract improvisation. They flowed perfectly together, creating something that would soon be lost and forgotten to the world and yet, Morticia would relish in the memory for herself. She could feel the vibration of strings against her fingers as they moved, violin pinned to the crook of her neck in an almost violent way that may leave a mark against pale skin. Bow gliding elegantly but with a precision that demonstrated the very essence of versatile artistry in every stroke and finger placement. Ears listening to both the sounds that illuminated from strings in their instruments and the way her daughter played in such a way that her own expression couldn't help but react. She cherished these moments, as rare as they were, though she too understood the concept of a grand finale. With one final note that seemed to drag along with the slow movement of her bow, Morticia's body ceased in swaying, finger against string pressing down but moving in such a way that caused a reverberating descent. Once music fades, Morticia allowed for her hands to loosen their grip, removing the instrument from her neck as eyes slowly began to open. An exhalation of breath before she looks towards Wednesday when she begins to speak, a small curl to the corner of painted lips indicating a pleased but silent inflection. She stood there for a moment, taking in her daughter's recollection and inquiry with a steady gaze. ❝ You're growing into a beautiful young woman, Wednesday. One day, you won't want to share in these moments together. You'll experience the terrors of this world on your own, create your own experiences and I won't always be there to protect you. ❞ She pauses if only to broaden her smirk. The music they had played being inspired by the concept of both longing and growth. ❝ I've never been more proud of you, chérie. ❞
#✒ Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʟᴇssᴇᴅ. ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ.#✒ ᴏʜ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ; ʟᴇᴛ ᴜs ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀɢᴜᴇ. ( ᴠᴇʀsᴇ 001 )#♡. tu n'as pas de cœur ; mais pourquoi le mien se brise-t-il? ( matriiiarch ).
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Wednesday: Enid, what is a MILF?
Enid: What?
Wednesday: I have heard several students refer to my mother as a MILF. I am not familiar with the term. What does it mean?
Enid: Uuuh…
Wednesday: You don't know?
Enid: Oh, I do. I'm just wondering if telling you would make me an accomplice to several murders.
#✒ I ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. Cʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴘᴏsᴛ.#((OKAY BUT TO BE FAIR#((tish is 100% milf material--#((sorry mom
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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.
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find you someone that looks at you the way tyler looks at wednesday being horrified by legally blonde
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https://www.facebook.com/groups/2242466819341271/permalink/2955177418070204/
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Next time I'm opening up to someone is my autopsy.
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“I am imprisoned by devotion. I shy away from people. I am alone. I fall into obsession.”
— Anaïs Nin (via aurorasdreamerie)
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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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Wednesday: I'm cold. Tyler: Here, wear my jacket. Wednesday: This feels nice. What's it made out of? Tyler (mumbling): Boyfriend material. Wednesday: What? Tyler: COTTON.
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#BATSWIINGS —— independent & selective (mutuals only) LILY MUNSTER from ‘The Munsters.’ established October 31, 2018. canon divergent, overall portrayal is my own interpretation & heavily headcanon based. summoned by rae ( 30+, she/her )
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LOUD NOISES WERE NEVER APPRECIATED in Wednesday’s presence , knowing full well her Father to be a boisterous man was something she had simply accepted & learned to deal with as time went on. It was what she cherished most about him ; his ability to adapt to whomever was around.
❝ Amusing in a pathetic way , perhaps. ❞ With gate closing on him every time he entered the grounds & Bruno taking a bite of his ankle , Tully was some small amount of entertainment for the Addams with Wednesday never taking him seriously. The house didn’t like his presence , that much was obvious but the fact he always returned showed some sign of masochism. That brings her to wonder how Cleopatra would react to him. Ah , some other time.
❝ He thinks he can get away with lying because he thinks you’re a fool. ❞ While Wednesday had no definitive proof of such a claim , it didn’t mean there wasn’t a possibility that it was true. Wednesday knew better than to think of either of her parents as fools or easy to manipulate , the idea of sitting in on a boring briefing was tempting but surely her Father could see through Tully just as well as she could. ❝ Knowing Tully , he’d find a way to get rid of me. ❞
Gomez barked a laugh, but reigned it in now that his daughter had taken her routine spot in order to seek rest. He always tried to be mindful of how loud he was when in Wednesday's presence.

"It's true he has his moments, but I find him amusing." Tully was such an odd character; one that was easily worked up and always swore to never return to their home for this reason or that. However, despite that constant vow, he always appeared at the next meeting, expecting to carry out their work as if nothing happened.
"Perhaps I should let you sit in on our meeting tomorrow so that you may catch him out in whatever lies he might tell." Gomez wasn't serious in many aspects of his life, but he was when it came to the family's finances. It would be interesting to see what Wednesday could pick up in such a meeting.
#✒ Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʟᴇssᴇᴅ. ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ.#✒ ᴏʜ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ; ʟᴇᴛ ᴜs ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀɢᴜᴇ. ( ᴠᴇʀsᴇ 001 )#((i love them sm they deserve so much
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PATIENCE WAS A VIRTUE , or at least that’s what everyone told her. Unfortunately for Wednesday , she never was fond of the waiting game. When she wanted something , she expected it but never did she forget her manners. When the text came through onto her phone that Xavier was running late , no doubt due to the rain that came pelting down & the low rumbles of thunder in the near distance. It would have been easy to cancel the study session , but Wednesday wasn’t a quitter from some minor inconvenience.
Packing her studies into her bag & leaving the safety of the library under the cover of an umbrella packed away , tracing the location of the text sent & finding her way to the shed that had once been the scene of an embarrassing memory she would much rather forget.
❝ There you are. ❞ She said , opening the door despite the wind attempting to close it on her as she stepped inside , discarding the umbrella that more or less kept her dry , the chill of wet clothes against her skin. ❝ Quite a beautiful day for a run , isn’t it? ❞
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Rain was falling around him in sheets, his clothes soaked within seconds of the downpour starting. Xavier had thought he could get a run in before the storm started, but part way through he became drenched. There's a quick debate on where to go to before he decides to head to the shed he used as his art studio. It's closer to where he was and he could get out of the rain for a while.
Ducking inside and free of the chilling rain, he pulled out his phone and quickly sent a text to Wednesday that he was going to be late. They were supposed to meet up in the library today, but getting caught in the rain now put that plan on hold, at least until it passed. With a sigh he set his phone to aside and watched the rain as it came down. It didn't look like it was going to let up any time soon. Crossing his arms over his chest, he shivered as a cold wind blew through him and his dripping wet clothes. Hopefully it would let up before he froze out here.
#✒ Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʟᴇssᴇᴅ. ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ.#✒ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴋɴɪғᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ғɪɢʜᴛ. ( ᴠᴇʀsᴇ 003 )#wcathervaned
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THE MALE GAZE even when it was wanted & nothing more than encouraged in this moment , didn’t negate how uncomfortable it often made her feel. Despite that , Wednesday did not mind Tyler’s stare - the idea of keeping him wondering is what enticed her & there was nothing she loved more than keeping a man guessing in quiet anticipation.
❝ As sweet as the offer is , it isn’t necessary. I can wait. Don’t want to get you into any trouble for taking longer than you need to. ❞

"Well, I just have to finish sweeping, so a few more minutes?" he told her, though he didn't go back to sweeping right away. His gaze was stuck on her, looking her over in that oversized hoodie. For just a moment, the thought of whether or not she was wearing anything underneath it crossed his mind. He quickly looked away before the thought could go any further and went back to sweeping.
"I'd offer to make you a quad while you wait, but I think that would just take longer."
#✒ Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʟᴇssᴇᴅ. ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ.#✒ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴋɴɪғᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ғɪɢʜᴛ. ( ᴠᴇʀsᴇ 003 )
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cracks nuckles. okay i'm home from work & it's my days off. which means i get to write :) if you wanna talk on discord , my tag is kairi.💕#3036
#✒ I ᴡɪsʜ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀs ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴀᴛ. ᴋᴀɪʀɪ.#((do i mean write one reply & run off to play re:8?#((definitely not :'))#((whoops
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