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obsidian optics trace his silhouette, intently observing his sudden quickened pace. if only he knew the journey's long path, he would conserve some of his energy. initially, she doesn't utter a sound. the word fine sufficing as the terminal point of that exchange, but as misfortune has it, that wasn't the case. dark gaze now locked onto eddie's, attempting to ensnare the mind and have him stop at once. that never occurs. perhaps the old adage rings true - what once drew you to another will, in time, become the very thing that repels you. his stubbornness, albeit an admirable trait, was her personal roman empire crumbling to dust and ashes. the marks eddie carved into her soul were deep and indelible. he looked at her in likes of which no one did before. he saw the putrid and the grotesque and remained by her side.

❝ i can't pretend you're not here. you are visible and your scent is recognizable from miles away. how do you think i know when you're near? there's nothing about you that blends with the environment. ❞ her words dripped with venom with each syllable uttered. beyond the walls she built ever since she could remember, there's a monstrous being plagued by the burden of human emotions. she knows the world will always perceive her as a damsel in distress, not because she fits the archetype, but in spite of it. time and time again she tries to prove the world that she isn't the one in distress, the outcome is a reoccurring theme by this point : wednesday remains underestimated.

his words and actions serve as a constant reminder of her unescapable fate. combine it with her consciousness and subconsciousness actively distorting her psyche by filtering the past until it becomes unrecognizable, and there it is. the recipe of chaos. jaw clenches as adrenaline sears through her veins, pushing her into the primal state : fight - flight - freeze. ❝ why? ❞ a single inquiry she demands of him. one that's heavy on her heart. ❝ why do you do this? ❞ voice shifted, dropping to a slightly lower pitch, yet it carried a hint of emotion, subtle but unmistakable.

he's become accustomed to her cold exterior. the reversion back to isolation. an attempt to draw lines between the two with every step away that wednesday takes. being used to this behaviour means eddie knows better than to take her actions to heart. but that doesn't stop the growing irritation && a pang of what can best be described as hurt, though he doesn't show it.

no good will come of taking all of this at face value. she'll get her way; she'll be alone, things will get awkward eventually, && he'll miss her, without ever saying it.

the thought of that kind of a future is enough to push any minor hurt aside. frustration?? not so easy.

" you think i wanna be spending my time 'babysitting'?? no fucking way. " there's an edge to his tone, arms crossed as he watches her step further away. " 'cause looking out for someone isn't babysitting. " words are mumbled more so to himself; it's a waste of time to argue it any more with wednesday. if both are so stubborn, they'll get nowhere.

" fine. " with a frustrated huff, eddie strides forward right past the other, gaze straight ahead as if she's invisible. it's only when he's a few steps away does he mirror her previous turn, facing her again with eyes narrowed.

" you can pretend i'm not even here. i'll do the same. " but he won't. someone has to look out for her. not because she's incapable - she's probably the most capable of all - but he can't stand by && let her go alone. never!!

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please stop setting yourself on fire

Grow up

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Unreliable narrator? More like unreliable author

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WE SHALL BE MONSTERS

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📜 for incorrect quote generator thingy here

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. (Please specify how many muses//which muses for multimuse blogs!!)

eddie: Okay, help me please! wednesday: Got two words for you. eddie: I bet they won't be helpful. wednesday: Your problem. eddie: I was right

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REVERSE MEME CALL yes, you interact with this post and i will send memes. bonus points if you recently posted anything on your wishlist, headcanon or anything in between because i will personalize something based on that.

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obsidians track each and every move the other has taken, careful not to miss a fraction of a second, for that could be her gravest & last mistake. head falls into a tilt, as if barely tethered to her neck, whilst her index rises to point at the cup, ❝ do you know what's in this? that could be a problem. ❞ aforementioned liquor laced with a substance that would cause ghastly hallucinations for the unlucky soul that consumed it, ❝ this wasn't meant for you. i'd say you have about half an hour before the effects kick in. ❞ she  spoke  with  the  same  casual  tone  one  might  use  to  discuss  the  weather,  settling  into  the  chair  opposite  him, ❝ wednesday, ❞ she mused, extending her arm toward his direction, ❝ i reckon it's only fair to know the name of the one that poisoned you. by accident. ❞ manners, after all, were something her parents had instilled in her, ❝ it’s  not  fatal,  and  i’ll  make  sure  you  don’t  suffer  more  than  necessary  when  the  effects  begin.  consider  it...  an  experience. ❞

OPEN MUTUALS ONLY

He fixed his hair. ❝ Alright speak to me, what’s the problem?❞ He asked in a low voice. He didn’t want suspicious behavior hearing his conversation. He didn’t want to be too obvious. Regulus takes a sip of his drink before putting it down. He was used to human interaction by now.

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knowing damn well i'd have a knife to my throat if wednesday was real, here's a ROMANTIC INQUIRY. think of this post as wednesday joining tin.der. by interacting with this post, you basically swiped right. the romantic possible plots include, but are not limited to:

committed, romantic relationshipㅤㅤ friends to loversㅤㅤ used to be together but broke up ㅤㅤ skinny loveㅤㅤ slow burn ㅤㅤ mutual pining ㅤㅤ romantic relationship of convenience ㅤㅤhighschool sweethearts ㅤㅤ arranged relationship ( dating, engagement, political, etc. ) ㅤㅤ one-sided romantic relationship ㅤㅤ  lovers to enemies ㅤㅤ enemies to lovers

at the end of the day, it's building a dynamic together, even if it doesn't work out. this can lead up to our muses having the best platonic dynamic out there or the most vicious of rivalries known to mankind. it doesn't have to remain romantic if it doesn't work out, if chemistry is not there. it's about our characters' growth (or regress, because that too is valid & totally possible), it doesn't have to last. or on the contrary, it could last even if the two muses have moved on.

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❝ i'm not. ❞ though her gaze widens when she hears the other's utterance, ❝ but color me intrigued... just how are you a horrible woman? i doubt you meet the standard. ❞

"stop hittin' on me," yet, her body language says otherwise. the way she looks the other over, almost challenging. "'m not ya' type 'n 'm a horrible woman," // open.

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no bc i'm still hung up on this post and how oc's are expected to deliver more background information than anyone else and i'm here to once again emphasize how crucial interaction and engagement is to their own development both for the character and the writer behind them.

canon characters have the luxury of appearing "more fleshed out" / "self-explanatory" simply because we've witnessed them interact with other characters on screen. oc's don't get to have that when they are first created.

oc's start from scratch. and they can only build themselves based on the way they relate to others. it's literally how humans work.

so, you want to know more about oc's? engage. how? lemme give you some tips based on practices i've applied myself (feel free to reblog and add more):

read their headcanons: most oc's will provide important info there

ask the writer about their headcanons: found a headcanon intriguing? ask for details (e.g. if they mention they have a special item in them at all times, ask what it looks like, what for, its significance). this helps motivate writers to uncover new information about their own character.

ask the character about their headcanons: let the muse explain themselves and see how they behave about something personal, for example.

read their stats: pets? scars? tattoos? anything visible that can be commented on? point it out to the muse and comment on it.

send memes/questions: your best chance is when you see them reblog them so you don't have to come up with anything yourself.

relate them to your muse: does your muse like rock music? ask the character or the writer if they like rock music too.

note: this list isn't exhaustive. it's simply a couple examples from first-hand experience. it also applies to all muses (canon or oc), but needless to say, this post is specifically about oc's, hence the focus on them.

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one thing i did not understand about the netflix series is why would they make wednesday so unapproachable. yes, wednesday & co. are supposed to be creepy and different. but they were always welcoming.

wednesday, while not exactly welcoming on the surface, did approach people. in the 90s movie she approached joel, in the animated movies she approached parker. so my beef with the netflix version is that wednesday basically acts entitled and hurts those that approach her (which btw, literally why do they do that in the first place???). xavier she called an elitist snob. she has beef with bianca just because she's popular. she manipulates and uses enid for the plot. the only characters that wednesday treats normal, like her previous versions, are tyler and eugene.

i would understand wednesday having beef with the ' normies ', because they treat her like a freak. that's pretty much what the addams family are, that odd family that does not follow traditional rules. icr where, but one version of wednesday did state something among the lines of ' i can see the majority sees my family as gulliable and odd and they take advantage of them so i must try to protect them because god forbid they gave a damn about who they welcome inside our home '.

so my headcanon is basically, wednesday doesn't hate bianca just because she's popular. she doesn't hate her in the slightest. she sees bianca as a worthy competitor from their very first sword fight & she takes the challenge when bianca poisons yoko in order to throw enid's team off. and when, in canon, they have that heartfelt conversation at the rave'n, it's genuine because they are friends. they challenge each other and grow. bianca doesn't bully wednesday and neither does wednesday bully bianca. let the girls be friends. they each have different qualities that the other could learn from.

another headcanon is regarding enid, my beloved. you can't tell me wednesday isn't appalled by her roommate. from the pastels reminiscing of her babysitter debbie may she rip, from the way she's the complete opposite of wednesday. wednesday needs enid. whilst i understand wednesday would put enid in danger, she'd make up for it. wednesday would treat enid as a friend. she would stick by her side no matter what and she would totally call out enid's mother. but she's not as oblivious as seen in the show. it's not despite all odds that they found each other, it's a choice. wednesday was put in the same dorm as enid, but the two of them do get along. their little brawls in canon? valid, they are bonding. but at the end of the day, wednesday chooses enid to be part of her life because of who she really is.

don't even get me started with xavier. she learns in episode one that the two of them are acquainted and during the next episodes suddenly he turns into an elitist snob? or was that wednesday projecting because that's clearly who she is. born into generational wealth acting like a brat. i'd rather wednesday say jokingly that the two of them are the elitist snob club sometimes and actually have them open up about what they do wrong because they both make a lot of mistakes with those around them. but wednesday would never insult him. she'd still ask him on the rave'n for the same cause as seen in canon, and those emotions you see in wednesday aren't because she's oh so torn between him and tyler, but because she never asked someone out. it's a new thing and she was genuinely not knowing how to do it.

i also have beef with how the addams family dynamics are but that's for a whole 'nother post. that's all that comes to my mind for now, folks. me vs. canon.

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there's comfort in the darkness that takes over the room, accompanied by his ominous utterings. wednesday might not understand him but it seemed like he did understand her. or, at the very least, his actions meant no immediate harm. it could be psychological harm, but she could not foresee that, momentarily. the  raven,  ever  cautious,  crept  closer,  relying  on  her  memorized  layout  of  the  room  and  her  own  tainted  vision,  which  struggled  to  pierce  the  veil  of  shadows  that  now  shrouded  his  abode.  as  one  sense  faltered,  another  compensated,  a  primal  instinct  that  guided  her  through  the  darkness.  she  followed  the  sound  of  his  voice,  the  clicking  of  some  unknown  device,  her  body  tensing  in  anticipation  of  the  unknown.  but  it  was  his  attempt  to  dismiss  her  that  proved  the  catalyst  for  her  next  move. in a blink of an eye, her stance relaxes and she responds, ❝ i see you're accustomed to being stalked. ❞ the  words  dripped  with  malice,  a  knife  to  the  gut,  as  she  acknowledged  that  he,  too,  had  picked  up  on  her  own behavior. it was expected, given his peculiar nature she didn't possess no knowledge of. ❝ i have nothing else on my schedule, ❞ nothing he should be warned about, anyway, ❝ and now, i'm interested in this client of yours. may i join you? the night has barely started. ❞ each  word  was  laced  with  an  air  of  expectation,  a  challenge  that  dared  him  to  refuse.  wednesday  had  always  found  a  perverse  pleasure  in  defying  the  expectations  of  others,  in  doing  precisely  as  she  pleased.  and  tonight  would  be  no  exception.

Her assessment of him alone is enough to soften his  features into a bemused smile as he draws the shadows in until the room becomes so dark it would be hard for her to see without the aid of a flashlight. ❛ I baffle you, do I? That’s good to know. I am the void and the reason why you can’t read me is simple because there is nothing to read. They don’t call me empty for nothing. ❜ There were other names people had called  him over the years—eldritch horror, foul fiend, negativity, and demon fox, to name a few—but he did not want to bore her by mentioning all of them. He preferred that she make her own  mind up about him, and based on the way she was circling around him, he concluded that she did not see him as much of a threat. ❛ I see you have the same trait as I do where you don’t blink. Was there something you required of me or can I go? ❜ He pulls his pocket watch from his coat pocket and looks at it.  ❛ The midnight hour is close at hand and I should be going. I have a client I need to visit and it is unwise to keep them waiting. ❜ 

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wednesday couldn't help but imagine the suffocating dread that burdened her adoptive sister : cursed to be both the new girl and an outsider. if she tries hard enough, fragments of her own past crept back, when she too was plagued with the same labels. but those never defined them to begin with. ❝ if you're willing to play the role they've given you, then that's what you'll always be. you can still change it. or, you can fall right into their trap, forever known as who they wanted you to be by alienating from who you really are. ❞

nevertheless, their doors were kept unlocked, offering sancruaty to those in need. she listened to chrissy intently, as she drifted out her bedroom, down the stairs and into the graveyard beyond their home. it's interesting how chrissy bore a strange resemblance to morticia's side of the family, a connection she didn't bother to question. instead, she ventures upon the stairs of the family crypt, her phone still to her ear. ❝ you are strange and weird. coming back from the dead certainly does that, unless you were born that way. now, focus. recall that feeling that overwhelms you before it happens. embrace it; don't resist. let it guide you. find me and we'll discuss the matter of revenge afterward. you have thirteen minutes, don't be late. ❞

on that somewhat cryptic note she ended the call and slipped into the crypt. there was a peculiar comfort in those four could walls, where every sound became a haunting echo that lingered. there, wednesday settled behind calpurnia addams' resting place, silently awaiting chrissy's arrival.

"I guess I'll always be an outsider to them and people in general." Chrissy mused, scrunching up her face. "I would have hoped a change in scenery would have changed that, but I suppose not. Cursed to be the new girl." She sighed, happy that Wednesday was willing to help her. That was one thing she admired about the Addams clan, their fierce yet strange devotion to one another.

Contemplating her adoptive sister's question, the cheerleader hummed. "You know, I have been having weird dreams of the place I was stuck in. And recently, I'll get the feeling something will happen and then it does. At first I thought it was a coincidence, but then it kept happening? Do you think that means something? You're more accustomed to the strange and weird than I am."

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THE FAIRY. chipped nail polish. glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar. talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. flirting. walking home at 3am with no coat. platonic hand-holding. blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings. chaotic good. freckles. fairy rings. secret meetings. gender nonconformity. leather. smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit.

THE REAPER. computer errors. a shiver down your spine. haunting beauty. hard liquor. crowns of thorns. shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories. stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home. the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day. cold rings on cold fingers. absolution. looking out the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

THE WITCH. graffiti. pretending to know what you're doing. worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. lace and combat boots. moth wings. candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin. sunlight filtering through the clouds. petrichor. a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant. illusions and spells. black cats. mint gum. chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.

THE WOLF. murders of crows. frost-bitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar. honey. tiny red buds on trees. claw marks on the walls. golden eyes. slightly too long stubble. sharp canines. soft, thick fur. hunger. a small cottage in the middle of the woods. knitted fingerless gloves. sleeping on the forest floor. always finding your way back home.

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❝ to everyone's surprise, i do hope every now and then. i just hoped my tactics would show the results i've wanted. ❞ but that's the catch of the foul experimenter : hypothesis were made to be approved or denied. hers falling in the latter category. ❝ why would you say it didn't work, my behavior revolting you? ❞ she uttered, pen on paper, prepared to write possible stimulus that she failed to properly introduced.

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below cut is vero having an existential crisis & requires additional help before doing something drastic.

context : i'll go on a beach trip for a couple of days starting this sunday. and i like to read while on the actual beach. i have found a pdf book but i don't know if my phone would take many hours of reading with the mobile data on. im also thinking of bringing the tablet, but its battery life is worse than phone's battery life + i'd worry leaving the tablet out of my sight even for a couple of hours. if i go with either of these choices, i think i might need an external battery, which isn't that much, but it's still some money spent (~50 usd). on the other hand, i could easily go to the nearest library and look for the book, although i am not sure if i would find it and even if i do, it may not be in its original language (english is not my first language and its a miracle i can spell wednesday correctly). i do love translations, it's how i fell in love with many books especially throughout my childhood but i want to be able to read the og version, written in its og language; that way information isn't lost in translation. so my question is...

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dark lashes fluttered open to reveal a wide gaze staring at the entity. curiously enough, they took the shape of a human. something familiar, but despised nonetheless. the raven slowly rises from the ground, trailing her left foot towards the vervain circle surrounding her. protection was overrated in this particular scenario. and, with a swift motion, she breaks the circle, before walking outside of it. ❝ the worst kind there is, of course, ❞ she uttered nonchalantly, approaching her desk. there laid a photograph she took of a painting that supposedly featured one of her ancestors. ❝ blood related. ❞ turning on her toes, wednesday reveals the oil painted version of dorcas.

❝ she went by goody addams, but after a thorough research, i've managed to find her actual name : dorcas. she was one of the few witches that got away from the salem trials. i believe there were many innocent ones that perished senselessly. dorcas was not one of them. ❞ with slow, but steady steps she inched closer to stolas, woeful gaze staring at what would be his visage. or, at the very least, what he wanted his visage to look like. ❝ a while back i made the grave mistake of trusting my family, especially the distant, long dead one. ❞ and that would be far from the last mistake she makes during her life time, ❝ she healed me, but that was not the end of it. you see, my family is prone to haunting. my grandmother keeps following me every other day, making her presence known. it works if i want to keep other at bay, as far away as possible. ❞

petite frame falls upon the bed, pushing the photograph toward stolas with a flick of her index, before her gaze darts to a mirror, in the corner of the room, where she could see half of her frame. ❝ but dorcas is different. i know she is trying to take control of my body. it first started with high fevers, not along after she healed me. then, she managed to possess my body temporarily, usually after i went to sleep, which was of course dismissed by my family as a sleep walking episode. i was asleep, locked in my psyche, where i could see, hear and feel whatever she was doing. but i had no control. ❞ and oh, how much she despised that. living constantly under the pressure of a ghastly phantom that can possess the body wasn't the way to navigate through the horrors of everyday life.

❝ which is why i summoned you. what can i do to rid myself of this burden that is my family? i've tried exorcising myself, but to no avail. i reckon you have the answers to that. ❞ or that was what morticia said anyway. and wednesday trusted yet another family member blindly, but given her circumstances, she would take her mother's advice over dorcas taking control.

He was in the middle of a meeting, a higher demon needed a contract from him and as he was just about to get that signature he was pulled away. The candle that Wednesday held flickered and out the shadows stepped a tall figure of a - man.

His long black coat, seared with ash, seemed to mimic feathers as he moved. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it on the candle, he had hoped whoever summoned him made it quick because he did have a contract to finish. Taking a few puffs he studied the human before him. An Addams. Oh this would be worth it.

He was quite familiar with their kind - they always were a curious lot.

“Vervain, smart.” He muttered, despite his attitude. He normally found anything an Addams was up to intriguing, well as far as humans go.

He moved around the circle like a bird in a cage, pacing. He turned back to the young girl. Stolas cocked his head much like a bird would, then again even taking a mortal form didn’t fully hide who he was.

“Possession?” He raised a brow, “What kind of spirit did you encounter?”