okay. so i have been thinking about you in general for a while now, but the fact that it’s nye (well, nyd for me! i’m living in the future!!) prompted me to finally message you. you are one of my favourite people on this silly little site, and i really, really mean that. your writing is spectacular, your posts about wednesday are always so passionate and detailed, and i just really really adore everything you’re doing with her. and that you’ve kept it up even after the wednesday rpc died. i am so glad you didn’t die with it!! i’ll never forget the day you messaged me about being affiliates, because when the message popped up on my phone, i was literally watching jenna ortega in a show on television. in that. exact moment. and seeing her made me think of you, and i remember thinking to myself ‘when this is over, i’m going to pluck up the courage and ask veronica if she’d like to be affiliates.’ but you beat me to it! i know we don’t get to write or chat heaps these days, (and that’s purely on me bc i have been so slack lately), but i hope you know that i treasure every single conversation, every single thread we’ve ever written. you’re such a special person, and i’m so so lucky to know you. you’re so talented, thoughtful and kind, and i!!! i hope that 2024 is everything you hope it will be, and more!
as always, i'm going to put a uno reverse on you and i'm afraid i might have to use the read more function.
frankie my beloved! words can't even begin to describe how grateful i am for you being part of my silly life. believe it or not, it's been almost a year since we've became mutuals on this hellsite (it was 20th january, according to my previous blog) and honestly? i have no idea when the time has passed. but i want you to know that i treasure you and any of our interactions so much, be it ic or ooc.
now i gotta admit it's lowkey hilarious how that specific conversation went down. and i'm here to say : GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE. otherwise, i can't phantom how we both thought of the same thing at the same time. i can assure you i am not some kind of mind reader, the only tricks i can pull (and poorly, at best, may i add) are ones with cards. therefore, the only valid explanation is that we have great minds that maybe share one brain cell.
joke's aside, this is now my time to tell you something i've been meaning to for a while now. i've admired you and everything you do for that matter ever since i found your janessa blog. and btw, in my mind your janessa is an oc. like, i know i follow many other wonderful people writing eleven / jane, but i swear my brain can't comprehend that it's the same character. and particularly your version of janessa is something else. you got me to the point i actually think stranger things' el birth name is janessa. still baffled that it isn't. but i only know of janessa, written by the one and only frankie. i am so glad i gathered the courage to ask you to be affiliates because, first and foremost, you helped me a lot when it came to understanding how my own version of wednesday works. but wait, there's more!!! i hope you won't take this the wrong way, and hopefully i'll phrase it accordingly, but i was and still kind of am intimidated by you and what you do writing - wise. not in a im afraid of interacting with you, but moreso i am in awe at everything you do. i can see you put a lot of thought in janessa and what comes out is just too beautiful to be true (and it is true??). you're a bloody brilliant writer and tbh you inspire me to delve deeper into my own characters. i adore everything you do, but even if you weren't, who you are seals the deal. you're an amazing friend and icb this hellsite made it possible that i got to meet you.
it doesn't matter when you respond to me. it doesn't matter what you do with your blogs. because no matter what, as long as you'll have me, your local cryptid, i will follow you into the infernal pit and back. while it's true that i love wednesday and janessa interacting, i treasure the vero and frankie ones more. no matter how frequent it is. i'm glad i've met you. and you won't be getting rid of me easily (this is a direct and immediate threat btw). whether we'll pull a mind reading again or just chill, i'm looking forward to it all. i love you and your brand and i'm glad you too survived the stranger things purge that keeps on coming and going lmao
LITERALLY EVERYTHING I CANT PICK ONE. YOUR WRITING STYLE, THE DETAIL, THE DEPTH YOU KNOW WEDNESDAY, YOUR DESCRIPTIONS OF HER, THE SCENE, EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING.
who are thee anon for i cannot pull my uno reverse card on you to tell you all the things i love about your portrayal too. BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH, YOU HAVE NO IDEA BUT THIS MEANS THE WORLD TO ME. my perfectionist ass is always headbutting with how i write any muse and hearing you say that about wednesday just made my entire day! now reveal thyself so i can shower you with love and appreciation too. this is a threat btw. take it seriously.
"Why dont you just post it on twitter? Like a normal person?" SO YOU DONT SEE IT 😭😭 WHICH ONE OF YALL TOLD HIM TO CHECK TUMBLRRR
It's alr i get a huge ego boost seeing he laughed at it and liked it, but the fact my most crack ass art got a 2x2 frame in sdmp berd museum is causing my irl death
no1 talks enough abt the fact that in the true ending ankou ends up making a contract / promise with scien to cure the death curse with him i think that's so spicy. virche gives us so much actual good content of the other LI's interacting w each other tbh
it's esp fun bc not only does it imply that ankou overcomes his hatred of scien & start to humanize him in his mind by seeing some of his better qualities but also like once again the happiest ending truly is accomplished by working w scien. 💀 there will be no living w him ever again for the cast KJENRMH
every time is see wenny stuff while im in the store i always think of you lmfao
meanwhile i, at the slightest inconvenience, remind myself to be a survivor, as the legend that is katherine pierce said. which is not synonymous with you (that'd be, i believe, a pleonasm). you are katherine.
ONE??? don’t make me choose Vero, you’re Wednesday herself!! Spotless portrayal 👌
omg thank you rute ily<3 fun story from my trip, i went all goth one night and these random kids approached me calling me wednesday. so i guess you’re right, i have become wednesday at some point. but don’t think for a moment i’m not staring at your portrayals – i’ve seen jughead, lestat, xavier, katherine, niklaus, hades, lucifer and even dracula. these just on the top of my head. idk how you do it, understanding so many of them on a deeper level and the dialogue in which you can hear the differences is chef’s kiss. not to be that person but i will follow you to the ninth gate and below if it means i get to see you and the life you put in your muses.
ethel (20) was reported missing by mary-anne cain in early march, 1991. while she had been spending a lot of time with her new boyfriend, logan harvey phelps (23), she still made time to talk with and visit her mother at home and it was irregular for mary-anne to go without hearing from her daughter after more than a day or so. the pair were staying at a hotel for some time, often spotted by other residents as they came and left their room at late hours, often times noticeably inebriated by alcohol and/or illegal substances (heroine, psychedelics, etc), or caught in domestic disputes. the evening prior to ms. cain’s report was when the two set out to rob the first national bank of alabama with ethel in the getaway car and logan with a duffel bag he’d managed to shove roughly $50k into. phelps shot an officer in the shoulder as he made his exit from the bank; this officer would chase phelps down the sidewalk and into an alleyway where his vehicle was located, ethel in the back. she witnessed him get shot twice in the back as he attempted to enter from the passengers side, dying almost instantly. later, the same car was found 10 miles from the cain residence, abandoned, and the money recovered.
ethel was still spotted at the hotel, this time with an unidentified man, with whom she engaged in illicit acts involving drugs. the last time she was seen in person was the evening of march 15th in a winn-dixie parking lot in arlington, texas, said to be kidnapped by an unidentified man — standing at roughly 6’2” with blonde hair and blue eyes — who “knocked her unconscious and shoved her into the back of his black pickup truck.” nothing more was heard about ethel in shady grove until a newspaper in madison, texas was faxed to their police department. the article spoke of a recent raid on a gentleman's club in aldine called "the red velvet swing," already seedy and a health inspector's nightmare, which ran a secret prostitution ring out of its back rooms. and ethel was part of it. pictures of her in compromising positions were found all around the building, advertising her as a "filty, dirty slut who would do anything on her knees -- among other things." her conservative hometown thought it pitiful that someone so virtuous and full of promise could fall into a black hole of putrid fornication with anyone who would show her a good time; they put it together that after her father had died in a fire, ethel had given in to despair, feeling disgusted and betrayed by one once considered to be a town role model -- now a pariah.