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#{{ muse: Wednesday Addams }}
roseguided · 1 month
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lips pull upwards into a little small, one that flashes the smallest hint of her fangs. ❛ can i help you with anything, pretty boy ? ❜
[ * @nikohlas liked for a one-liner ! > ft wednesday addams. ]
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roseguidedarc · 2 years
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@m1kaelson​ ASKED,   “ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 - 𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕. “ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚
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       𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒  &&  𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒.   dimples burrow into pale cheeks, blood stands her lips , her chin , the tips of her fingers.    prey is slumped over on the ground , pale  &&  sweaty with a threadbare heartbeat.   head turns to regard the other , a silent nod of her head before it’s tilting to the side.   klaus had interrupted her dinner. his observation of her causes the vampire to let out an amused chuckle:  ❝  you don’t say . . ❞  hands gesture toward her blood splattered appearance with some jest to her tone.  ❝  what gave it away ?   was it my bloodied hands , splattered shirt , or the half dead corpse on the ground ?  “   not meant to antagonize him nor strike up some   𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓭   interaction, but to poke fun. wednesday knew who he was because who doesn’t ?   she knows he could kill her , that he might sometimes love doing it as much as her to humans.   brows furrow a little in mock irritation.  ❝  you interrupted my dinner, you know.  ❞   finger points toward the man on the ground,  ❝  he decided he wanted to . . . be pushy toward me.   said something i didn’t like,  &&  well—look at him now.  ❞  vampire takes a step forward,  ❝  wanna help me finish him off ?   should be enough left for a taste . .  ❞
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roseseducearc · 2 years
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  @depr4vity​ ASKED,  bites wednesday during spicy time  ( 😔✌🏻✨ oop )
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     𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒,  &&  the sound of lips finding one another admits the steady movement of bodies in tandem to one another.   wednesday’s hands grasp at cain’s arms, nails digging into his flesh slightly with every movement of his hips meeting her own that bring pleasured moans past her lips. legs wrap around his waist to keep him close, to keep his thrusts inside of her deep  &&  frequent, while heels of her feet press into the small of his lower back.   one more kiss is pressed against his lips,   𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴   as the right coiling in her stomach begins to reach its peak, before parting  &&  moving her head to the side.     ;      neck exposed, no explicit/verbal communication given but the offer off it should be hint enough  !   it’s a silent consent, a silent nudging that asks ‘please, bite me while you fuck me. fuck me hard  &&  devour me at the same time’—when wednesday feels the feeling of teeth breathing skin, of blood flowing out of her wound, eyes close tight  &&  mouth opens wide to let out a louder, lustful groan at the spike of   𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓  !     ❝  fuck  !   ❞   hissed, with back arching,  while lip is being bitten down on, a warmth spreading down her neck  &&  onto her naked breasts.   dark blood stains her crème colored sheets the most brilliant shade of red. nails drag against his flesh, legs tightening ‘round him,  &&  ecstasy reaching its highest peak.   ❝  cain, harder  !   yes, just like that—you feel so good. ❞   smirk presses to lips,   ❝  how do i taste ?  ❞ 
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kaitlinamberxo · 2 months
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“I know I’m stubborn, single-minded, and obsessive. But those are all traits of great writers. Yes, and serial killers — what’s your point?”
kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses — 32/100: Wednesday Addams
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hislittleraincloud · 5 months
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I s2g I start writing a post here about me and my weird, fucked up childhood/brain but I then think that "this is all too hard and unbelievable for ppl to conceptualize" and just keep it in my drafts to rework it into the fiction that it sounds like with either ABW or UVCC.
My girls 😑
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starkslydia · 2 years
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XAVIER as THE ARTIST and WEDNESDAY as THE MUSE
Without a muse, an artist is simply a madman shouting to the stars. So thank you darling, for giving my insanity a canvas to dance upon. — ROSS BALDWIN
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inkdreamt · 8 months
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@niiteshade, from Wednesday,
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Wednesday finally felt as if she had recovered from Family Weekend here at Nevermore. The stress of them all being there at the same time was almost too much to bare. Almost. If it hadn't been for the mystery that was her father being accused of murder, she probably would have gave up on that visit halfway through.
What she had not expected was her mother sitting on a bed in her room she shared with Enid, the drawing of her and Crackstone in front of her. Her eyes gazed down at the drawing before daring to approach the older woman. She grabbed the drawing before taking it back to her desk. "I was not aware that you have the authority to search my room now that I am no longer under your roof."
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drvcxrys · 9 months
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(¸.• ♛ → "i don't understand this place." she couldn't help but comment, her gaze blank but she was thinking about this. "one day is chaotic and the other day is boring...it gets annoying."
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random starter for @hiddenpxpercuts (enid)
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roseguided · 8 months
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𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒. some often assume that she & her family are one, but they were his family. all vampires, granted, but not the definition of a coven. she didn’t like the idea of someone possibly dictating what she could or couldn’t do, how she could live her life—being forced to portray yourself a certain way was one thing, but being made to be vegetarians was something else entirely. ( the lack of freedom, though the cullens seem to follow carslile’s wishes out of a respect &, perhaps, affection, would feel limited. controlling. it wouldn’t work for her because wednesday did what she wanted when she wanted. )
[ * @wasntfair liked for a starter ! > wednesday addams to rosalie hale ]
dark eyes glance back over the endless wall of books, half paying kind to the names on their spines. the blonde’s room is larger than she expected for so many of them, so many windows. a bed, no coffin. how different could they be ? ❛ so, ❜ says the elder vampire, ❛ you guys do much around here ? forks doesn’t seem exciting. & with the small population you can’t hunt the locals or people will get suspicious. ❜ hopefully her words don’t cause offense. yet, then again, does she really care ?
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roseguidedarc · 2 years
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@godbarks​ ASKED,  hc + wardrobe  ,  wednesday .
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      wednesday’s wardrobe is actually very simple ?  she doesn’t have a lot of colorful things as she prefers dark colors like dark green , a deep maroon , or darker purple.   black or red is preferred over all.   she has a lot of vintage cloths as well, authentic to the decade they came from as she’s spent good money  &&  time to preserve them over the decades  &&  even some from when she was younger.     in modern times, she does have more modern items of clothing, but she makes an effort to mix in older items to better fit how she wants to dress. dark colors , vintage items , velvet , lace , corsets — all of it plays into her specific style !
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spiderwarden · 4 months
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We talk about Shadowheart being a goth girl but have we considered that the Baenres are the Addams Family.
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murderlite · 1 year
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❝   so   i   ━━   i   killed.   so   i   maimed.   so   i   destroyed   one   innocent   life   after   another.   aren't   i   a   human   being   ?   don't   i   yearn   ,   &   ache   ,   &   shop   ?   don't   i   deserve   love   .   .   .   &   jewelry   ?   ❞   ©
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gracesmusings · 2 years
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Dance with Me
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She can picture it clearly. Her father and mother moving along the dance floor. Each one moving as one. Everyone's eyes on them, but to her parents they might as well have been alone.
The memory alone used to be enough for Wednesday to puke. But now. Now Wednesday finds herself wanting to be with another who will dance as she does. Someone whose eyes will never leave her. But most importantly, someone who is willing to join her.
Her feet move of their own accord.
On the canvas, her own melody plays the soundtrack to their tragically beautiful romance.
It's absolute bliss.
His hands crafted it perfectly— the painting exudes the deep and mournful song she had played for him the night of their return —better than any recording.
Now his eyes never leave hers. The perfect partner to her dance for one.
This year's Rave’N dance is two weeks away. Xavier had been clear in both his words and actions, since the start of the school year, that he wishes to nothing more than to attend the dance with her.
He patiently waited with hope that she would sincerely desire the same and ask him to join her.
Xavier reaches his hand forward, eyes connect with Wednesday’s, and she can hear his silent request. She spins wildly until her hand lands comfortably in his. “May I?” He asks.
Their cold bodies flush against each other. Wednesday feels the now normal yet still  exhilarating buzz of electricity between them. He brings their joined hands nearly to his lips—waiting, always, for permission.
Wednesday simply nods. Eyes wide and on him, watching, waiting. His lips brush her knuckles. Xavier’s heart flutters as her eyes flutter shut.
“Xavier?”
“Yes, cara mía?”
Her fingers open as he kisses her palm.
Wednesday finds herself stepping even closer to him. She gently pulls her hand form his and slowly moves it to his cheek. Xavier smiles at her tentative action. “Will you…”
Her wide eyes get caught on his lips. Nervously her tongue darts out to wet her lips. With a nudge of his finger hooked under her chin, Xavier brings her attention back to his eyes. Her heart begins to slow down back to its normal slow beat. “Will you dance with me at the Rave’N?”
Trying something new. Thoughts?
Definitely have some Tyler x Wednesdays in my drafts and maybe some TylerxY/N and XavierxY/N... Anyone interested?
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Blink and you'll miss it.
creaturesfromelsewhere 11-30-2022
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prettywitchiusaka · 1 year
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You know, I really had no interest in watching the Wednesday show on Netflix. But having recently discovered Jenna Ortega went out of her way to help with re-writes while they were shooting (despite getting mocked for it by the show's writers (Yeah, real classy, guys!))? I might just give the show a shot now.
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thepaperqueendom · 2 years
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A few thoughts on Wednesday Addams.
A lot of people rn are discussing if the character is autistic - and maybe she is. It's a nice thought.
As someone who's probably on the spectrum herself (not officially diagnosed yet), I relate to her for a different reason though, and I think there might be another explanation for her behavior.
I believe old Tim just wanted to make a goth character who's a bit of an asshole for once*.
[* I know I'm oversimplifying this, as he didn't create the character and didn't even produce all episodes, but bear with me.]
He's worked on anchoring the macabre in the mainstream for decades, coming up with quirky but very loveable characters that are definitely goth. For me, as a kid, as for many other goths I know, his movies were a huge gateway to the aesthetic, I just didn't know back then that it would lead to me identifying wholeheartedly with the Dark Scene (to use the umbrella term common in German, "Schwarze Szene") as an adult.
If you're part of the scene, at least in my circles, you always try to stay approachable. Show society that you're not a menace, you just like what you like. You go out of your way to be extra polite and poised to make a good impression and elevate the reputation of "those terrible goths". See also: Gothic Charm School and, in general, the work of Jillian Venters aka The Lady of the Manners.
And sometimes, you just get fed up. You find yourself wanting to be elitist and shitty and deliberately creepy or off-putting to the "normies". You want to go back to gatekeeping the scene because it's yours, your own, your precious... not some fad for those who used to hate you for it. If you're a goth reading this, don't deny it!
Nevermore Academy is - in quite a bubblegummy and cute way that instantly reminded me of Monster High and other mainstream-y spooky infiltrations of recent years - every alt kid's dream already.
Wednesday should thrive there and feel right at home from the first minute, which is also what her parents expect, but instead, her first reaction is to sneer at everyone and everything, to try and keep her hard-earned status of weirdness and outcast-ness even among werewolf and vampire peers.
Because if you've been rejected by society long enough, your loner status becomes your own after a while, your sanctuary, your pride.
TL;DR: Wednesday is blunt and abrasive and antisocial not (just) because she's autistic, but because she's _proud_ of it, and because it's _fun_ sometimes, and because, after making goth a family-friendly household brand for so many years, Tim Burton just wanted to enjoy being a rude elitist deadpan goth for a bit. Also: the famous dance?! That's not Wednesday being weird or stimming, that's literally every goth club on earth, always!
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