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guess who's back? i'll be here and the other blogs all weekend cleaning them up. hmu if ya wanna

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I’m a this-and-that kinda girl. Ten fingers, ten pies. Potpourri, russian roulette. It’s a real mixed bag.

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the absolute desperate need to come back and bless the dash with my wednesday muse. the show was everything i wanted it to be and more.

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❝ㅤ𝐍𝐎𝐓 ㅤ𝐒𝐎 ㅤ𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇ㅤ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 ㅤ𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 ㅤ𝐓𝐇𝐄 ㅤ𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 …ㅤ𝐀𝐒ㅤ 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍.ㅤ❞

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WEDNESDAY (2022)

Jenna Ortega as Wednesday Addams

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𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄    /    firelightfables

Welp. They were fucked. Absolutely and completely fucked. Even more so than they, well, already were. But it was honestly just the cherry on top of everything, sitting here in the damn woods, half the town looking for them - and not in a necessarily good way - with literally nothing to their name except the contents of their pockets.

Pockets that had, up until now, provided everything Eddie usually ever needed. He’d gotten good at storing bits and bobs in them, just in case. Never his stash; he’d only been that stupid once. But there’d been some things that were usually dependable, old reliables that had yet to justify their place of pride on his person.

Except for now, when the lighter in his hand breathed its last and died with a hiss to a big fat raindrop that came in sideways becasue, you know, fuck them.

Swearing, Eddie was half tempted to throw the damn Bic into the grass outside of the lean to they’d managed. Small pile of only half-soggy sticks waiting for him to follow through on his promise of at least something warm. Glancing over his shoulder, Eddie swallowed tightly and wondered who would be more disappointed; himself or Chrissy.

“So, uh. I’ve got good news and bad news.” Sitting back, he glanced over, brushing his hands off as if he’d managed something miraculous. “Good news? You don’t have to stare at my ugly mug. Bad news? Neither of us are getting to look at your pretty eyes by the light of, well, anything.” He paused for a long moment, wincing at himself. “Uh, right, sorry. What I mean is god hates us and I think I used the last of my lighter burning a shoelace. Don’t ask.”

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐃𝐒,  chewing the inside of her bottom lip and wraps her arms around her legs a bit tighter.  The chill of the night was more than just getting to her without her sweater.  What happened back in Eddie’s trailer still left a disgusting shiver down her spine.  Even a blink was too long for her eyes to be shut.  With that image from her nightmares haunting her now more than ever.  It felt too real this time.  Way too real.

She is thankful to be where the breeze couldn’t get her.  So,  for that and for what little she can gather from Eddie’s puppy dog face,  Chrissy tries to hide any disappointment for the lack of fire.  Even offering him a smile despite it all.    ❛ Least the company’s decent? ❜    slender shoulders shrug just as the summer she spent with her cousins in Michigan comes hurdling down as if like some ex machina.    ❛ Actually,  Eddie,  can I see it? ❜    her cheeks flush red hot and she’s stumbling over her words,    ❛ I—the lighter.  I mean the lighter. ❜

Thanking him,  she relaxes her knees and crosses her legs to use her hands without the chance of burning herself.  That is, if she remembers how to do this.    ❛ Uncle Mark thought it was cool to show them life skills.  The kind you need for survival,  scout stuff. ❜    At the time, of course, Chrissy rolled her eyes.  Thinking she’d never need such a thing.  But here she is,  years later,  popping the metal guard off of Eddie Munsons lighter to hopefully get some left bits of butane.  

A literal squee escapes Chrissy when a little flame ignites from the flint and she’s quick to rustle over closer to Eddie.    ❛ I can’t believe that worked! ❜    A couple leaves take off and she leans in to blow on the tiny embers.  

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❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜     /     @kegkinghargrove​

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘,  𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊.  Yet that is truly an option she’s playing out in her head.  Trying to ignore how she was feeling up until this point and obviously failing.    ❛ Okay. Fine. Sure.  But then we run the risk of getting caught. ❜

Her eyes are practically daggers watching her with him.  Something she was still struggling to come to terms with.  Funny how she’s never spoken the words out loud,  but Billy knew.  He must know the look.  Or he’s talking about the girl rather than the guy.  And this has nothing to do with her at all.  Which she’ll never admit to him,  if that is the truth.  Either way,  Robin pulls herself together and looks back over at him.    ❛ There’s always our words, Billy. ❜ 

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𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍   //     sebastianshaw​ .

Shaw trod through what looked like a fantastical depiction of Hell itself, or perhaps a ripoff of Mordor. Scorched ground beneath his feet devoid of any scrap of grass, jagged rock formations from which small unnatural goblins peeped out at him. He heard them chattering to each other, and he had no doubt that they were playing a little game of “Telephone” that was going to end at their mistress’s ear, informing her of his arrival. Good. If she knew that he was walking into her realm with no attempt to conceal his presence, then she would know that he wasn’t trying to sneak in, that this wasn’t an assault—it was a visit. An entreaty. Normally, Shaw would send an envoy for such a thing. But even the ones with super-powers or specialized armor who ventured into this realm tended to come back…chewed. If they came back at all. He’d then hired a sorceror to try to contact her via scrying and other magical methods, but it seemed uncertain if they were getting through. So it fell to him to go himself, and do this face to face. Shaw had wanted very much to avoid that, and it was for reasons that ran much deeper than safety concerns. Madelyne…had hurt him. In a way he hadn’t thought he could be hurt. A way he didn’t want to be reminded of ever again. He hoped he could keep that personal bitterness at bay and behave himself in this meeting, because he needed her aid. The presence of larger demons would probably help. Speaking of larger demons, there were a pair at the bone-and-iron gates he was coming up upon. He ordered them aside, stating he had business with their Queen. They laughed, acidic slobber dripping from their alligator-like maws. A glob landed on his suit, sizzling a hole right through his sleeve and singing the hair on his arm. That was going to leave a rash, ouch. And when those maws got closer, Shaw grabbed the brutes each by the throat and hurled them in opposite directions. He prepared to rip the gates apart as well, but they parted for him instead. “Thank you,” he told them curtly as he passed through, in case they were sentient. He made his way over the drawbridge, careful never to look down—he had a feeling whatever was in the moat wasn’t mere water—and into her magnficient stronghold. Magnificient. Mighty. Beautiful. Foreboding. Just like her. He made it through the stone halls and into the throne room without any further opposition—well, not any significant opposition, anyway—and upon that throne there she was, beautiful as the first and last time he saw her. “Madelyne,” he said in a detached but respectful tone, “Or do you prefer Queen Pryor these days? Goblyn Queen? Your Majesty?” He reached into his pocket, and when he withdrew his hand, a gold necklace set with three large rubies in the center dangled from his index finger. It was the kind of jewelry that historical wars were fought over. “In any case, I come bearing gifts in exchange for safe passage out of your kingdom, regardless of what you reply to my offer. Will you accept this trade?” Because while Shaw probably COULD fight his way out of a demon horde, he didn’t want to go through the trouble…and even if he could best the demons, he doubted he could stand up against the arcane arts of their mistress. Shaw’s mutant abilities included that he could absorb magical energies, but Maddie—Madelyne—was also a powerful psychic. If she decided to keep him here—or kill him—she probably could. He could only hope that keeping her word meant as much to her as it did to him. It was one of the very, very few ways that Shaw was an honorable man.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐘 was soon turning into anything but.  Upon the news of their dear visitor,  Maddie grants the little goblin with a fresh victim to devour, play with, or dismember to its vile hearts content.  

She wasn’t angry, and oddly not surprised either that he’d finally venture into her realm.  The last time she seen Sebastian, was not a memory to hold near her heart.  Felt so long ago and the details have fell to a mere blur.  However,  she knows she hurt him. Sucks to be him, if you ask her.

Of course this visit must have something to do with the sad attempts prior on his behalf.  Curiosity has been getting to Maddie and she’s dying to find out what is so important.  Her right hand goons,  humanoid goblins made from victims and unfortunate souls that didn’t go through with their end of a deal,  lean in,  do you want us to kill him? want us to hurt hims?  To which,  Maddie shuts them up with a glance and a hand in the air.  Excusing them away from her throne.  Their stench alone was revolting.  

As the doors to the throne room open,  little goblins run away in fear of a squish.  Screeching the obvious of Sebastians arrival.  Stupid creatures but she’d be lying if she didn’t say she loves them.  Her children.

The queen scoffs at him with this attempt to address her proper.    ❝ From you? Madelyne is fine. ❞    She acts as if to check her nails and kicks her feet off the rest of her throne.  Stepping down to approach him. Face to face.

   ❝ Oh, Sebastian.  I accept. ❞    Like Marilyn Monroe said, diamonds are a girls best friend.  At least in Maddie’s case, rubies.    ❝ Now, what do you want? ❞

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hi friends! sorry i’ve been mia . i plan to queue some things today so while i work on that we should plot ?

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𝖆 𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎 𝖇𝐲 𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝛋𝖎𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌  with   original  &  canon  characters  ! !   𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃   *    𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 :  𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒 ,  𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐕𝐘 , 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌 , & 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐑   ©

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hi good morning ― first impression : i don’t know her but anyone who can create a world like that and a muse like gen gets all my respect!

how i feel about you now??? i would literally die and kill for you ( but not in that order ). i happily share everything i have with you including my last brain cell!! that’s what wives do and you are mine 🔪

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝐕𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

😭😭😭  vee ,  love of my life ,  light of my world ,  i don’t know what i did to deserve a friendship like yours but i’m so blessed & thankful i do.  i love you a million & you know i’m yours as you’re mine! !!

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love your profile, dig the spooky aesthetic. current? SWEETIE. LOVE YOU. so fun to plot with and damien and wednesday are cuties.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝐕𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

asdfghjkl;’ toki you precious bean, i love you so much !!

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𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 personals dni , mutuals may reblog

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𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌 personals dni , mutuals may reblog

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tag droppin because when your bestie @vvithteeth​ says to do it, you do it

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𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐍    //     morbidtendancies​ .

        stepping  out  from  behind  the  register,  damien  greeted  the  familar  face  with  caution.  it  wasn’t  unlike  wednesday  to  get  in  confrontations  but  the  bloody  nose  was  new.  his  large  hands  gently  placed  themselves  by  her  cheeks  as  he  examined  the  injuries  on  her  face.  his  thumb  softly  pressing  against  the  dark  mark  that  was  beginning  to  form  from  the  altercation.  he  was  checking  if  her  nose  was  broken.  lucky  for  wednesday,  it  wasn’t.  his  dark  brows  raised  in  surprise  when  she  told  him  who  did  this  damage  to  her.

    "  you  got  in  a  fight  with  courtney  bower  ?  “  

      letting  his  hands  fall  from  his  face  he  moved  away  from  her  to  bring  her  into  the  back  of  the  record  shop  where  there  was  a  sink.  might  as  well  help  her  get  cleaned  up.

”  i  wish  i  could’ve  seen  that  one  .“  damien  snickerd,  remembering  how  many  dirty  looks  she  gave  the  pair.

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄  Wednesday could smell the smoke from Damien’s last smoke break swirling with the cologne he put on before his shift.  She was lost for a moment in the concern of his eyes and the pain was gone.    ❛ Yeah, the bitch got to me. ❜    Of course that solace quickly revokes when he touches a place where pain spikes again and the ghoul winces.  Retracting just before he pulls her back to the room with the sink.  

She smirks as she leans against the wall.  Watching him grab miscellaneous items from the medicine cabinet.    ❛ Almost wish you would’ve been there.  I almost needed help when Jason and his goons showed up. ❜    

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𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐍    //     morbidtendancies .​

       slipping  his  keys  into  his  distressed  jean  pocket,  he  rested  his  fidgety  fingers  that  always  seemed  to  be  moving  in  his  pockets.  his  fingers  began  to  move  when  he  was  nervous  right  around  the  time  he  had  turned  sixteen.  finding  comfort  in  the  instruments  he  plays.  escaping  into  it,  like  he  does  with  his  cassettes.  that’s  all  he  ever  does,  besides  work  and  hanging  out  by  himself.  damien  would  even  bring  his  guitar  to  the  hawkins  cemetery  to  write  some  music  there.. while  also  giving  the  dead  a  show.    

      “oh,  like  drew  barrymore?”  damien  asked,  his  tall  figure  looming  at  six  foot  one  looking  down  at  her.  his  back  fell  back  against  his  rusted  truck,  hoping  none  of  his  neighbors  will  interrupt  them  and  shoo  her  away.  this  was  a  fresh  clean  slate.  he  didn’t  want  to  ruin  this.

𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖’𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒,  one that reaches her eyes with a genuine softness.  Her innocence only intensifying in the blush of warmth filling her cheeks.  Easy to do when someone like Damien towers over her.    ❛ Yeah, like Drew Barrymore. ❜    She bites her lip,    ❛ I’m in the light blue trailer.  If you’re ever bored or whatever. ❜