#Mercy Addams | Sweet Oblivion - Open Your Arms

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@dontcxckitup​ | Mercy Starter !

"Did you know, statistically speaking, you’re more likely to die from airplane food than a plane crash?” The comment came seemingly out of nowhere as the row of people were handed their dinners, a far cry from the last few hours where she had sat in silence, headphones pressed to her ears. In fact, it was the first comment Mercy had made the entire flight, speaking with a glance at her seat partner and a playful grin. 

“Nearly four times as likely, actually. Food poisoning is one in three million, but a plane crash has the odds of one in eleven million. Pretty neat, right?” And the morbidity of the fact seemed to match perfectly with her attire, the heavy gothic makeup and long black coat, earrings that looked suspiciously like bones and spikes on her collar, all already making her stick out like a sore thumb. 

“Of course, you’re also significantly more likely to get stabbed.” Said as she opened her plastic cutlery, the flimsy blade humouring her words. “But I don’t think these knives could cut a bread roll, let alone a person.”

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"Oh, so now you're an engineer too?" Her tone was light, teasing as he assured her their plane was perfectly safe.

Truthfully, she DID trust his judgement more than most peoples on the plane. Aside from the pilot, perhaps. Gareth just had an air of confidence and wisdom around him.

But her eyes followed his to the mildly frantic motions of the hostess, head tilting to the side as her teasing look slowly dropped off.

"...If you just jinxed our flight by saying that it's perfectly safe, I'm going to be pissed."

"Oh, don't tempt me, pet." Even if he was clearly joking, Mercy hardly had to wonder what he would find even from a simple google, let alone some government deep dive.

She was hardly a private person.

"But I suppose you're right - now, when you tell me everything is fine later, I know it means it's all gone to shit." Not that she expected whatever his distraction was to go badly - Gareth seemed incredibly calm and in control of whatever it was, and she had no doubt he was quite formidable.

Plus, it was none of her business, so what did it matter if it all went tits up?

"Although if you say it about our plane I might start panicking."

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Mercy Addams

Go to pinterest.com and enter your character name+core and post the first nine pictures. (I 100% cheated to not just have pictures of Jenna Ortega, you can too)

Tagged by: @richardxoliverxmayhew Tagging: anybody who wants to!

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// I don't know if I ever mentioned it, but Mercy 100% has a huge mirror above her bed.

It is there for the exact reasons you think. //

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@perfectdcll​ | Mercy Starter! 

“Where is your mother, little one?” Mercy’s voice was soft and sweet as she bent down - a far cry from the black lipstick and cascade of reddened hair, the heavy makeup and black trench coat - but there was a small smile on darkened lips. An attempt to not seem so SCARY. 

After all, all she was seeing was a young girl stood on the train platform completely alone, with her pristine little coat and tiny suitcase, and it sparked a concern in her. She wanted to HELP, not scare her off. 

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@southxrncharm​ | Mercy Starter! 

“Well I was TRYING to perform a seance, before you came running through.” Frustration laced Mercy’s voice as she began to pick the spilled candles up from the grass, careful to get them BEFORE she could set the entire graveyard alight. As beautiful a sight as that may be, she wasn’t ready to become an Arsonist by ACCIDENT. 

“So what’s got you running through a graveyard at 2 in the morning?” Dark eyes lit up as she looked up at Stevie, lips parting to reveal a fangy grin. “Did you MURDER someone? Can I see?” And instead of fear, her voice betrayed the EXCITEMENT she felt as she looked at the blood on the others hands.  

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MUSE AS A DEITY

RULES : think  carefully about your character and their development through their  journey (canon or oc ) within their story. fill out the chart and tag  whoever you want! REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG.

Mercy Addams

DEITY OF :  Death, Sex and Polyamory. 

ASSOCIATED WITH : Gothic fashion and literature. Eloping. Darkness. Taxidermy. Cemeteries. Wild parties. Strangers to friends to lovers. 

SACRED PLANTS : Cannabis. Venus flytraps. Black and red roses. 

SACRED STONES / GEMS : Opal and Rubies. 

SACRED ANIMALS : Small rodents. Bats. Snakes. Roadkill and dead animals. 

COLOURS : Royal purple. Darkest black. Blood red. 

FOOD : Greasy takeout. Black charcoal as food dye. Blood puddings and liver. 

SCENTS : Sweat. Lube. Roses. Black opium. 

ACCEPTED OFFERINGS / WAYS TO HONOUR : Taxidermy. Using a dead animal in its entirety, from skin and fur to bones and entrails. Sex. Altar rituals. Embracing what you love. Taking a risk in life or love. 

Tagged by the immortally wonderful @southxrncharm

Tagging @perfectdcll & @dicodwell

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Mercy Addams: Whip me, strangle me, carve your name into my thigh

Also Mercy Addams: *Cries when she breaks a nail*

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Mercy simply shrugged when she was SCOLDED for her sudden appearance, no care or regret for the fact that she had startled him. If anything, the fangy grin on her face revealed how ENTERTAINED she was by his reaction. 

“You don’t, I’m a stranger at a bar.” She sipped her drink before continuing, looking between him and his friends with curiosity. “But you know what that means? Pretty easy to talk to - opening up to a stranger about your little crush isn’t half as serious as doing it with a friend.” Her chin tilted in Guillermo’s direction, before dark eyes returned to Nandor. 

“Or not. Truthfully I’m bored as SHIT and you guys look more interesting than drinking ALONE.”

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The moment he heard the woman’s voice, Nandor immediately put a hand over his chest as he looked down at the woman that had seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Be careful there, you scared me. A ‘hello, how are you?’ would have been nice first.” He let himself calm down first before he looked back at where the others were and returned his attention to her.

Unrequired love, the mention of it had him wondering what had given her such an idea. Now he was full of questions (as well as doubts), but he preferred to keep them to himself for the time being. “Love has been nothing but shit lately, so I kind of have decided not to be part of that anymore. Nowadays I just read and hang out with my friends, those over there with the short guy with the glasses. The one that looks kind of lonely, depressed, and a bit out of place? that one exactly. -- Wait, who are you anyway? do I know you from somewhere?” He asked as he turned around to face her.

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Small Starter Call [Mercy Addams Centric] !!! 

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// Having a lot of feelings about Mercy's appearance. She is a HARD goth. The woman has literal fangs (One of her first body modifications, done in Turkey on her honeymoon), long and pointy nails, she's almost always in latex or fishnets or collars some other mildly inappropriate type of clothing. Every part of her is so intrinsically linked to being extra and intense and spooky. Red hair, the drawn on eyebrows and thick makeup, the massive false lashes. Her appearance is so carefully CURATED.

At least, until you're someone she cares for. Then? You get to see her in fluffy bat onesies, watching horror movies with a Baphomet stuffie. //

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@thricemartyred | Mercy Starter !

"Hey, cutie," There was a distinct tone to her voice, a sharp sort of faux sweetness as she took a step towards the only other stranger in the dark alley. Black latex clung to her chest, tiny skirt glued to her thighs and barely covering anything.

Perhaps a risky outfit for a dark alley, if she was a more wary person.

She was, perhaps, intoxicated - just a little.

Music from the club bled through the walls, accompanied by the distinct thunk of her platformed boots against uneven cobblestone.

"Have you got a light?" Mercy flashed a smile, pointed fangs and carefully rolled joint both white and stark against her dark lips.

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@therelentless​ | Mercy Starter!

“Unrequited love or seething hatred?” There was no hello before her words, diving into the conversation completely unprompted. As was Mercy’s style. 

Her eyes trailed over to the really rather ADORABLE man across the room, watching as he chased a few others around like a concerned babysitter, before they returned to the man beside her at the bar. A dark eyebrow cocked underneath dark hair. 

“You don’t gotta tell me, but you are just RADIATING tension.” And, perhaps, she was a little drunk (It was a nightclub, sue her!) and reading into a glance more than was needed. But it was a way to start a conversation, and she could never resist MEDDLING in strangers lives. 

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@southxrncharm | Mercy Starter! 

“Stevie!” Mercy’s voice carried across the bar, almost immediately followed by her presence - tall and broad, easily pushing her way through the gatherings and fighting her way to her new friend at the bar. Several people split before she even made it to them, stepping out of the way of heavy platform boots and the flurry of black as if even being close was devil worship by proxy.

“Hey you! What’cha drinking?” And perhaps - PERHAPS - she had already had a few drinks of her own. 

As soon as she was close enough, fishnet clad arms enveloped Stevie in a warm hug, squeezing a little too hard for a little too long, the excitement radiating. 

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Open Starter | Mercy Addams

“People say you should always do the right thing, but sometimes there IS no right thing. And then, you just have to pick the SIN you can live with.”

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She's a ten but she's married .

Send “They’re a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!

"You're saying that like it ever STOPS me."