#Wednesday as the necro

[tequiilasunriise]

Love, but in the sense that you’ve spent your whole (wretched) life trying to live up to your single-minded definition of hard cornered strength, where you have witnessed enough horrors to last a few lifetimes and the unwashable blood on your hands could drown an army, where there are infinite shadows lurking within you that could never be fully chartered but- and here’s the real kicker- despite all of these traumas and tangles wrapped within and around you, the one thing that finally breaks you, the one thing that renders years upon years upon years of built up tolerance suddenly meaningless….

“Goody warned that I was destined to be alone. Maybe it’s inevitable. But for the first time in my life, it doesn’t feel good.”

-Wednesday Addams, Netflix’s Wednesday

“One idiot with a sword and an asymmetrical smile had proved to be Harrow’s end.”

-Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Tamsyn Muir’s Harrow the Ninth

…is her not being by your side.

[necroclubinc]

In anticipation of Wednesday 13's tour, performing all Murderdolls songs, I made this tour poster. Design based on the back artwork of Beyond the Valley of the Murderdolls.

I'll be at the Dingbatz show! Can't wait!

[xx0fuck3drott1ngthr04t0xx]

“Tie the noose around my neck”

“Make me spill my guts with just one touch”

I Walked with a Zombie - Wednesday 13

[mail-me-a-snail]

✨✨wwwwiiippp wednesday !!!!

thank you to @glitchinginthegarden for tagging me :3

havent had the time to draw anything conkreet so lots n lots of thumbnails this time around ....

some eurovance wips for an upcoming fic + working on hound's design!! not entirely sold on it yet but i do want it to look like his flesh is hanging off his mechanical skeleton

+ fic wip below!

[text reads:

He guesses he can chalk it up to when V had worked for Arasaka. The merc hasn’t told him much about it...only that he had netrun for them. Kerry had never asked, either; it’s not his business.

But he can’t help but wonder sometimes. 

How is it that V could’ve gone to hell and back; netrun for the top brass; traversed the alley-long gutter that is Night City--and come out the other side only to end up curled around Kerry fucking Eurodyne like he’s still protecting him, even in his sleep?

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ill probably finish the fic 'round january, bc i rlly rlly want to write something for the silverv weekend in feb..anyhoo!!

tagging @netripper @necro-hamster @civilization-illstayrighthere and anyone else who'd like to join !!

[voxofthevoid]

Huh, so I voted for the Shibuya swap and I think I might have found my weird porn limit. I can't say I knew I had one given I have loved your other fics, so this is interesting. Am I still going to read WIP Wednesdays? Yes, yes I am. But I might skim read some of the porn and just stick to the plot bits when the actual fic comes out, rather than my usual of roll around in it like a dog who just had a bath and has found something dirty.

Belly mouth freaked you out, huh?

No judgement. I'd say everything I've written for JJK until now has been tame (unless you're also talking about my MCU and Bleach fics, in which case, yeah, you'd have seen some shit—more in MCU than Bleach). Shibuya swap is...middling at best on the Weird Porn Scale by my standards. Maybe 4/10, if 1 is mild and 10 is extreme, and it's that high just because of the belly mouth oral. There are things in my ideas/outlines that are a solid 10, so beware ✨

YMMV, of course, in what you consider weird and what I consider weird, but things like gut fucking is probably up there for most people.

The only limit in porn I have is scat and vomit, plus more extreme forms of necro. I don't write everything I like or even tolerate because some shit just doesn't fit the characters, but all the same, I fully expect even my most regular readers to be turned off by some or a lot of my fics/ideas. While I do remember the regular names who interact with my fics here and on Ao3, if some of you don't show up for a particular fic, I assume it's not your thing, you don't have time/energy, you're not in the mood, you've left the fandom, etc.

[iii-days-grace]

biggest timeline lore post yay!

workin on the mediverse playlist and vibing with some story!

[currently playing - 'Graveyard Dancing' by Destroy, Rebuild Until God Shows]

@in-death-we-fall the Joesday stuff is clicking & Paul is here, and everyone is uhh. getting along happily? hard to tell.

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tags from this post

lets break em down

so there are a few big chunks of story so far, fortunately one of my special interests is taxonomy and i have a fetish for project management [1].

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basically two main eras:

- a youngish high school + summer camp setting [late teens/twenties]. most of the aesthetics here are from that part of the setting, which has a lot of ~magical stuff beyond the heart of camp.

and! an undead hospital drama, including Nurse Jim from the camp health centre.

most of the events concerning the aesthetics described in this paper [I'll lean into it, eh] take place at the summer camp through Nurse Jim's adventures leading camping trips with Mick.[5]

[5] tbh, that does kinda let me fold those two jobs into one - it seems pretty cromulent that the health centre would assign someone like Nurse Jim on long trips

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#1. joey-Wednesday high school dirtbag era ft piggly wiggly [alternatively: joeypaul emo shit ft that annnoying-ass fucker in his little fag hats. [that's roughly where we'd be with this song]

#2. [few years later] summer camp that kicks off the core general events at the ~undead hospital

@custer-mp3 the sexy experimentation we all love! also i loved the idea of head(s) in jars thank you VERY much

@in-death-we-fall do not worry joey and weds are in the hospital too, I'm just lookin over their resumes rn haha. they have a umm spotty work history yknow? like they just ghosted, you know, yeah? Weird.

my pet project with @ims0vain that is watering my crops and healing everyone's bruises <3 fit Nurse Jim and kids and probably some sad stuff but also lots of fluff.

general Scrubs-inspired hospital drama theme, but jd's Dr. acula is like, a real guy probably

mick and Jim [Bubbles and Biscuit] leading camp trips out at 2. [the general summer camp AU].

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And in a more magical direction,

we have the wild magic realm of black metal where Mick is compelled to do gay shit[4]:

[...]

ft a fey realm of eerie, black metal wasteland and a faggy dream pop valley ova dere ridge?

[feets]

[2] will wiesenfeld aka geotic, post-foetus, and probably others. the valley of the fairies is another beam of magic in the world, along with the Nurse Jim fluff stuff, since i wanted something to balance and contrast with the [NECRO I SAID THERED BE NECRO].

BUT YEAH. i found will's music on tumblr years ago and it's been a longtime favourite and a bedrock of my post-rock landscape.

[bonus faggy atmospheric tiny desk from Will, i saw someone comment that Baths [2] was 'pretty boy black metal' and after seeing blackgaze [markus Lantlôs in particular w his dream-pop projects] [3], well. [3]

[will wiesenfeld/Geotic, Vice 2017]

i really wanna make this world a cozy home for you all too, haha. right now I'm just cradling everything really gently in my hands.

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[3] idk if lantlôs is gay or anything but his pic there ...

the juxtaposition of the metal (post-metal) thing with the softboy glitter umbrella is certainly something though haha

[from Metallum]

[4] probably with Jim yknow. but the possibilities are open. even for a greasy metalhead. loser [affectionate].

[1] eh. im autistic what can you say. also btw im enjoying putting my posts together like little citation projects haha. hashtag enrichment

[braindancer]

WIP Whenever

because I missed i thought today was wednesday

it's been long enough that i felt like giving my old Seven drawing another looksee. i still don't hate it but it's got a lot of big empty spaces on it so i've been fiddling with it.

for the record i did NOT misspell "jinguji" he's just wearing a knockoff. broke bitch behavior.

as always NO PRESSURE, but if y'all wanna share what you're working on i'll tag @necro-hamster @henbased @iwilluptownfunkmyfootupyourass @streetkid-named-desire @deacons-wig @wraithsoutlaws @memaidraws

[8bitpizzacoupons]

WIP WEDNESDAY!

i've been trying to make a WIP Wednesday post for like 3 Wednesdays in a row now, if this doesn't post i WILL be eating my own hand

originally tagged by @adelaidedrubman !

Making a cute billowy top from a vintage 1970s sewing pattern i own! Made from a thrifted bedsheet The same bedsheet I used for the skirt I TRIED to post last week: a cute spooky Halloween circle skirt!

Tagging @necro-hamster @henbased @radioactive-synth @adelaidedrubman @nonfunctioning-queer @strafethesesinners and anyone and everyone who's got something they wanna share! Please please tag me so I can see!!

[tequiilasunriise]

Honestly, can we please take a step back and laugh over how absolutely hilarious the spectrum that is humanity? This turned into a bit of a tangent so the muskrat dragging will be under the cut.

Like, on one hand we have Elon Musk who is throwing the world’s biggest, most publicized temper tantrum over random internet strangers being mean to him and rightfully calling his bullshit out. This man is trying so hard to cover his tracks after buying Twitter and time after time after time again he keeps being his worse enemy. If he would just shut his mouth and stop giving the rest of the world fuel to clown the fuck outta him, Twitter wouldn’t be actively burning to the ground in real time right now. Sure, these memes are incredibly funny and I am very much thriving over these homefires, but I do feel bad for those who relied on Twitter for business like small artists. This is only the iceberg tip of his vileness, mind you.

Moving on, on the other side of the spectrum we have the backbone of our society, truly the peak, dare I say the PINNACLE of humanity- softly apologetic ao3 writers. Literally some of my FAVORITE ao3 experiences is opening up the update and seeing author’s notes like, “I’m so sorry I haven’t updated in a while, my cat’s ovaries exploded and on the way to the hospital I got into a major car crash but don’t worry the doctor who took care of me was amazing and next thing you know we’re wives now with like, two kids and yes my cat is perfectly fine after all of this time.” Obviously this is a dramatization, but we all know and have seen those authors who literally went through the most traumatic, the most absolutely life-changing shit and STILL genuinely apologize to their readers for?? For what??? Not updating this Wenclair Griddlehark AU 200k words enemies to lovers slowburn??? Like, you are the least problematic person to ever exist please don’t ever apologize for not cranking out surprisingly well-written smut about some popular Tumblr Sexyman getting the wizzy dizzy glizzy gulp gulp guzzler 9000 because real life obligations got prioritized. 

(In all seriousness, yes, I love getting updates on my favorite fics as much as the next media enjoyer, but self care babes self careeeee. You may be a content creator of any variety, but you’re your own person first. Don’t ever feel the need to apologize for living your life because us shippers, shitposters, and all in-between can (and should) wait.)

tl;dr: The sheer duality of humanity is absolutely hilarious and I think we should talk about this more.

[morvantmortuary]

happy [uuuhhhhhhhhh] wednesday!! :’D where I have got nothing work- or academic-related done that I meant to have finished by now, but fuck it, it’s turkey break here, and I am officially declaring that It Is What It Is.

anyway! @pamelasensei was an utter darling and provided artwork of tiny!Hex and Rora not long ago, and I spent a not-small amount of time since I got back to my folks’ house fiddling around with them to make some images to tag onto posts that I hear in their voice:

(Rora’s background is a briscoe park photograph, he’s one of my favorite photographers ever.)

there will be many many more edits to come with this lot, have no doubt, but I just wanted to share this first set bc you’ll definitely see me start smacking them onto posts like stickers (I feel slightly more comfortable using these than the ones I made a century ago with everyone’s fc, bc I feel like people will definitely understand these are my OCs, and not the actors/the character images I’m borrowing :’D)

a massive thanks again to sei for sharing her spectacular artistic talents with us!! I am honored when anyone interacts with the necro-blorbos, and I’m very grateful anyone would take the time to draw and paint them 🥰🖤🖤🖤

in the meantime, I wanted to post some intro/concept stuff for everyone else’s horror movie au during october, but obviously that didn’t happen, so I might post some while I’m at my parents just for something fun to do ✨ they’re in different stages of outlining and plotting, but I’ll share anyway bc I like what I have so far 👻

hope everyone’s having a better time getting their shit together than I am :’D

[camelliagwerm]

WIP Wednesday (usually Some Day)

I've been really bad at sharing my WIPs in recent times and since I am trying to keep myself accountable with writing (again), stuff like this is always a good way to do it.

I've been feeling guilty about neglecting Savour Its Sweet, Bloody Taste a little too much, so I'm trying to get back into that. Behold, my terrible son in his worship.

As he comes to the end of his prayers, a mix between his native Varisian and the mutterings of Necril, he hears footsteps – Elyanka. She is not as light on her feet as she might think; even in the robes of a high priestess and a future Daughter of Urgathoa, she still has the heavy footfall of someone accustomed to the weight of plate armour. He recognises it too well – and each footstep is a loud echo. Had it been anyone else, he might have risen immediately – but for her, he takes his time. He waits for the candles and incense to burn out of their own accord, draining every last drop from the bottle of bloodwine poured onto him, onto the altar; eats every crumb left behind. His robe, denoting his status as the Necro-Lord of the congregation, is stained from blood and wine alike. Some are fresh, others far older, creating a tapestry in testament to his dedication to Urgathoa. Only then does he rise from the altar, revelling in the intoxication profane aura that leaks from it. He can feel Her approval, her pleasure at his unquestionable devotion wash over him: a bone-cold chill running down his spine and grasping at his lungs. It is...rejuvenating. I am Yours, Lady Despair.

Tagging: @silversiren1101, @dragonologist-phd, @fashionablyfyrdraaca, @dekarios. No pressure to share if you don't wish to.

[psychic-refugee]

Xavier Thorpe was the last of a spent bloodline. He had no sister as his mother died shortly after he was born, leaving the Thorpes without a witch to carry on their song.

Although men were seen as lesser, the Imperatrix still deemed his blood worthy of matching amongst the High Atlantic Elite, pushing him towards Bianca Barclay and Divina Fisher, both the most sought-after matrilines and expected to take on three or more husbands each.

He didn’t want to seem like a civilian, but he had no desire to be one of many husbands, even if the witches could turn mountains into dust with their songs.

He was seen as odd and soft, by army standards. His song was unique, able to animate his art. It wasn’t seen as particularly useful, but then again men didn’t have to be useful beyond fathering more witches.

Although his father Vincent and the Imperatrix insisted it was his duty to handfast to whichever matriline they deemed worthy and would have him, he would marry no other than Wednesday Addams.

The Imperatrix was a stern and intimidating woman, but even she got nervous around the most famous necro matriline the world had ever seen.

Necros always stood out amongst witchkind, but Addamses were a cut above the rest as their powers always ran true. No matter who married into the Addams matriline, the children were always mistresses of death currents which allowed them to speak to the dead; wielders of decay, which allowed them to create bombs that cause a perfectly healthy body to rot in seconds; or daughters of Mother Mycelium, a mysterious specialty that could create new work and seedsounds.

Wednesday was special in that she could do all three, as well as weatherwork that could flatten towns and seedsounds that could blast out windows.

Although people feared Addamses, it didn’t stop many fathers from trying to foist their sons into the matriline.

Addamses were further set apart in that they traditionally never took counsel from the Imperatrix, never arranged marriages for either their sons or daughters, and loved sons as much as they loved daughters.

In any other matriline, Morticia Addams would have been seen as a failure as she only produced one daughter, although she was a particularly powerful daughter, and had two sons. She also insisted that her eldest son Pugsly make a love match, rather than sell him to the highest bidder from the High Atlantic.

Sons could not pass on their songs, but they did create ties between matrilines. Everyone wanted to be linked to Wednesday Addams, who was favored and exalted by none other than General Sarah Alder.

Xavier didn’t care about matrilines or having powerful children. He was more interested in Wednesday’s respect and kindness towards her brothers and father. She was unafraid to stand up to Bianca, the Imperatrix, and anyone else who would deride her family, try to tell her what to do, or sneer at those who told her how to be a “proper witch.”

Call him a romantic or an idealistic fool, but he would rather have a partner that would love any child they had, and not someone who would toss him aside after five years if he couldn’t sire a girl or would love their sons less than their daughters.

Luckily for him, Wednesday Addams was rather fond of moss green eyes and was charmed by his songs that could animate his drawings of giant spiders.

[m-to-the-6th-power]

Happy WIP Wednesday more prince Gideon au. This time, 2 different conversations between Gideons.

"Wait, you're a necromancer right?" Gideon asked, taking in the Saint of Duty. "I thought all necros were scrawny little fucks with noodle arms. (Rude!) Sorry El. What I mean is, is there some reason that you worked out? Other than the obvious, using weapons."

"More blood, and better oxygenation of that blood, makes me a better necromancer. Plus, the beefcake appeal."

"So all the protein from cheesed burger patties helped you bulk up?" 

The Saint of Duty laughed riotously, mirth clear on his face and Gideon couldn't help but grin back. "No no, well yes, a nice burger fresh off the barby is a super convenient way to get good protein. Or a nice steak with grill marks can make almost any meal feel a bit special. But I mean the body type. Some people like their partners to be more physically bulky, big muscles, taking up space, all that. So another benefit of working out is being attractive to a certain subset of people. Although I've noticed it is a bit more pronounced in your mothers people than in the houses."

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"Your mother once told me that she'd welcome me into Blood of Eden if I wanted. It would've taken me killing John, but if I did that, she said she would name me herself. 'The Sword of the Lord and Gideon,' was the name she wanted. I was to be her sword that struck down the vile serpent. I couldn't do it. Not after what he did to A.L., to die is the only true way to escape grief, and he deserved that mercy least of anyone and even more so now."

Gideon's eyes darkened as she thought of the emperor, that familiar flame of injustice burning inside her chest like Dominicus itself. “He should still die. I don't give a damn about his grief. What about Pyrrha?”

Gideon the First looked down at his daughter and gave a small, almost secret, smile. “You don't understand, but I didn't think you would. Pyrrha is dead, and I miss her terribly. Losing someone like that is an ache that never goes away. But for us, the lyctors, it's a wound with scar tissue. It doesn't hurt as much most of the time, unless you really press down on it,” He paused here to gauge his audience, taking in the set of her jaw and shoulders. “But for John, it's an open gaping wound. It can't heal over because she's alive. She's alive and she's there, and he can't go to her and sit with her. It can't scar or scab over, and so it must fester.”

Gideon looked up at her namesake, rotating what he said around on a platter in her mind. She wanted to give it plenty of time to sink in. She wanted badly to share her theory about the other soul that she'd met in his body but in a flash of insight realized that it would be unbearably cruel. To tell him his cavalier was still alive in the recesses of his mind, not fully gone, would subject him to that same pain he was wishing on the Emperor. “Would it press down if I asked questions?”

“No, as long as they aren't overwhelmingly sad. She would've looked at you like her own kid.”

[youregonnabeokkid]

after necro wednesday, mpreg thursday

[catfoodsminmo]

happy wincest wednesday rae<3 i believe a few weeks ago i sent you an ask about dark samdean headcanons and you mentioned something about the locked tomb AU ones in your tags? and i have read the first two volumes and even if it's spoilery for nona the ninth please indulge me!!

happy ww mae!!!! you have opened pandoras box with this one bc i have put SO MUCH THOUGHT INTO THIS LMAO (i'm going to eventually write it, but i'm waiting for alecto to come out because i KNOW there's gonna be world details in that that i'm gonna wanna play with)

but basically, sam as an either second, fourth, or sixth (i actually just thought about sixth bc of the...shallow breeding pool and also the research focus) necro who specializes in blood magic but is also notably adept at most flesh magics as well and dean who's his cavalier chewtoy who is SO SO DEVOTED to him and like absolutely loves being so useful to his brilliant scary little brother

much like ianthe, sam absolutely eats little bits and pieces of dean to augment his necro abilities (and for fun) and when he heals dean, he often chooses to not do it absolutely perfectly, leaving dean peppered with little scars and divots to show who he belongs to

i've also rotated lyctor sam in my mind and what that would look like, bc by the end of nona we have seen like....three? distinct ways that the lyctoral process can go and i can't decide what i like more: a sam forced to consume dean, losing his brother and making him sams battery; a sam who is so shattered by that forced consumption that he walls dean off within him (nerfing himself in the process); or perfect lysis, a true gestalt that's a hybrid blend of the both of them. they're all SO INTERESTING IN DIFFERENT WAYS

[vvindication]

wip wednesday moment

and now for something different, so I dont end up posting the entirety of my one wip before its done >:] some more disco writing ofc

no pressure tagging @henbased @necro-hamster @nuclearstorms @arcadegannonenthusiast @vintageghoststories @1h8uall who else writes and draws. can I see your wips <3

The first thing he feels is the ache reverberating from deep within his skull, an ever-steady presence that resides in tissues and muscle impossible to comprehend. With every passing second of his pulse beating, another wave of pain laps at his mind, filling it with static.

The next, a sharp sensation in his right eye when he attempts to peer into the world, causing him to flinch. A wordless groan escapes his throat. Somewhere, someone is speaking.

Finally, the stiffness that's taken hold of every bone in his body, snaking down his limbs and settling in between the tines of his ribs. Every breath is a battle. He opens his mouth, struggles to draw air into his lungs with every little stab in his chest. He can't breathe - god, why can't he breathe?