#atropa things

[saribrum]

Magic comes at a price and my boy is learning his lesson slowly but surely~

[saribrum]

You can’t stop meeeeeeee

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[pinkslenderman]

Atropa your friend is a little bitch XD

.......c'est une charmante petite chose. mais comme vous le dites si crûment. Renoncule est en effet une "petite garce".

Faites attention à vos mots, pet.

[little-demy]

Toska, the Elemental Spirit of Solitude

The draft and sketch has been sitting as a wip for MONTHS and only now I managed to draw Atropa's soulally!!!!! He went through tons of changes from the early draft because I was so lost but at the end I did it✨

His element is darkness btw

Also lore tidbits under the read more!!

Toska, the Elemental Spirit of Solitude, oddly enough was attracted to the anomaly known as "Miss Lebedeva" (how odd, he knows her name, the old name, yet it never managed to be vocalized nor thought about). A mess of a soul, he would say. It was colorless, soundless, and most especially not attuned to any elements of Lore. It was just ... empty.

But there's something residing deep within her soul. Tied to a bound, it seems. But how whoever that being is harmonized with the lady that currently known as "Commander Atropa", Toska was left in awe.

Maybe it's the fact that she doesn't fit in. Maybe it's the fact that she seems to be just a lone, empty soul. Maybe it's the fact that she was what Toska would thought as "solitude" itself.

Who knows.

Toska still adores this lady known as the Vessel of Misfortune.

[drawnecromancy]

Nielle de Fumeterre, or as I like to call him, Hélianthe being a fucking liar.

[saribrum]

Started as a joke one shot character, turned into a problem~

The dnd character moodboard I made before the campaign VS the same character after playing for a year. I am a big fan of cringe fail wizards.

[amitsuma]

Does Atropa feel fulfilled in her current work?

❝Hmmm...❞ Atropa muses, putting what seems to be serious thought into the inquiry. Digits intwine themselves in her hair, her brows creased in her contemplation.

❝... Kinda?❞ She settles on as her answer. ❝It's a lot of learning and telling me what to do, how things are supposed to be, 'hey, get a team together to fix this time distortion', 'can you go to this universe and check something for me'... It's a lot.❞

❝I do my best, of course, but it's hard to stay engaged when it's just all the same boring stuff, you know? It isn't exactly what I expected when I was signed up for this whole 'apprentice' shtick.❞

[sualne]

riptides + relationship chart

[blackwaxidol]

hypovolaemia is so stupid. just make more blood, idiot...

[kiealer]

OH I MISSED NINA'S BLOG ANNIVERSARY, THAT WAS BACK ON THE 18TH

oh my god you guys it's been four years

[saribrum]

Kicking my feet and plotting against my own characters~

[asterroses]

unsure if this vampire if will have gender locked ros like how my masquerade if does . idk i feel like i just . kinda cant rlly write gender selectable ones ? cus then to me they become two different characters . if that . Makes Sense .,

[poisonlove]

We can't be friends | w.a

Request @ortegalvr

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X reader

Warning: Fluffy, Sad

Belladonna

The belladonna plant, also known as Atropa belladonna, is notorious for being poisonous, but some of its chemicals can be used in medicine to treat certain conditions, as in traditional medicine. However, its use requires extreme caution and medical supervision due to its toxicity.

I scrunch up my nose and look at the words in our herbology book with confusion. I had to do thorough research on poisonous plants and any potential benefits they might bring, so I decided to take advantage of this research time at the Weathervane.

"Here's your macchiato," I raise my head from the book and see the barista. The brown-eyed, curly-haired guy gives me a small smile. "Thank you," I return the smile and notice him walking back to the counter, wiping some cups.

I sigh audibly and sip the coffee, closing my eyes to the delicious flavor. It wasn't Italian, but it was still good, less watery than I imagined. I lick my lower lip and return my eyes to my notes, tapping the pen on the paper, thinking of some other poisonous plant.

I needed to get a good grade.

The sound of the bell in the shop marks someone's arrival, and I look up curiously, seeing a familiar figure. A sensation of chill runs through my body, my heart pounding frantically against my chest.

I couldn't move.

Wednesday Addams was accompanied by a girl, a blonde with colorful highlights. The blonde was smiling broadly and chatting with the brunette, who was looking at her with her usual apathetic gaze. Wednesday was wearing an all-black school uniform, her unmistakable braids hanging over her shoulders.

Her eyes flick in my direction, and I feel my shoulders slump, my eyes softening as I look at Wednesday after so many years. Wednesday seemed surprised to see me, but she didn't show it. Her posture remained perfect, no hint of shock or surprise, just her eyes staring into mine as if trying to read something in them.

The blonde, noticing where Wednesday was looking, leans towards her, probably asking who I was, interrupting the staring contest that had developed between me and her. "I didn't know you knew anyone here in Jericho," is the only thing I manage to catch from their dialogue, and I lower my head to the table, playing with my hands.

It was a habit I had when I was nervous and embarrassed, which was plausible considering it's been years since I've seen little Addams. "Wed, are you okay?" the blonde asks again, two tables away from me. I purse my lips, feeling bitterness in my mouth at the nickname she gave her.

Wed? Now you're letting her call you by my nickname? I thought bitterly.

I sigh audibly and turn my attention back to my assignment, trying to ignore the conversations between the blonde and Wednesday, even though the latter barely spoke. I unconsciously smile, knowing it was just like her to behave this way.

Let's say that every time we went out together, I was the one who talked the most of the two, the brunette just looked at me without blinking, her deer-like eyes watching me with curiosity as I talked and talked. It made me smile and shiver at the same time to be watched with such intensity, but Wednesday loved listening to me talk, she always said she liked my voice

Oleander... Poison... Wednesday.

I knew perfectly well that Wednesday loved this kind of thing, studying every kind of weapon or poisonous plant, a passion her mother passed on to her. But this connection came to mind only now seeing Addams' figure.

I raise my gaze, unconsciously looking at the girl who was my downfall, the love of my life... A girl I still think could be mine. I see her talking to the blonde, smiling shyly, almost imperceptibly at her words.

Apparently, she can understand you, right?

Because I'm different from her, right?

"No! You can't understand! I don't want to hurt you," Wednesday's voice suddenly rises, looking at me seriously.

"But..." I start, feeling tears welling up in my eyes.Wednesday turns her back on me and walks towards the entrance of my room, her hand on the doorknob, her back rigid.

"We can't keep seeing each other, I don't want to see you anymore," her voice lowers again, a cold chill creeping into my bones.

"You're leaving me?" I whisper, looking at the brunette in disbelief. Wednesday doesn't even hint at turning around, her shoulders slumping as she opens the door.

"Wed," I say timidly, my voice breaking as tears threaten to fall. Addams tightly grips the doorknob, her posture still perfect.

"Don't be pathetic, y/n... You're smarter than this," she says with such coldness that it leaves me stunned. After this sentence, Wednesday walks through the door of my room, leaving my house and my life.

It's been 3 years since that moment, and I still shiver at the memory.

I clench my jaw tightly, trying to suppress the anger and pain I still feel, as I delve into my assignment, trying to find comfort in the pages of the book.

"What do you want to order, Wed?" asks a high-pitched voice. I look at the paper while waiting for her rather obvious response.

"Iced espresso," Wednesday replies neutrally.

Her favorite, I know.

Apparently, she still liked the coffee I made her try at my house during our first study project.

Umm... What can I offer you?" I ask nervously as I watch the brunette marveling around my kitchen. Wednesday touches my microwave and looks at it closely.

"What do you have?" she asks spontaneously, her voice small but determined.

"I asked you for a reason, don't you think?" I chuckle timidly, smiling at Addams' strangeness. Wednesday didn't seem like a very... Simple girl, indeed, she had a morbid sense of humor and a loyalty to the color black.

Wednesday gazes into my eyes, making me blush at their intensity. Black eyes stare into mine without blinking, whether curious or annoyed, I still don't know.

"What's that?" she points to the coffee machine, and I blink incredulously.

"You really don't know what it is?" I ask in surprise, and she tilts her head sideways, analyzing me with her gaze.

"It's a coffee machine... Do you want to try my family's famous iced espresso?" I ask proudly, my eyes lighting up with excitement.

The corners of Addams' mouth lift, and she timidly nods her head.

I shake my head and try to focus, a solitary tear rolling down my cheek before falling onto the book. I clench my jaw and try not to cry. Focus on the task.

Don't be weak, don't be pathetic

"Enid, can you hurry up and finish the frappé? It's almost writing time," Wednesday asks with a hint of irritation, earning a glare from what I now know is called Enid.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch their interaction, Wednesday's black eyes pointing towards my direction again. I look away towards her features: high cheekbones, full lips, a stoic but incredibly attractive gaze. Wednesday remains motionless, staring at me, and I surrender to her gaze, starting to pack up my things to put them in my backpack.

The memory of our first date...

We were in the dark room of Wednesday's house, enveloped by the tense and mysterious atmosphere of a horror movie playing on the big screen. Sitting on the couch, I was completely immersed in the plot, but every now and then a shiver of terror would make me jump.

I felt the tension building inside me as the scenes became increasingly eerie. My hands were clenched into fists on my knees, and my heart was beating so fast I feared it might burst from my chest, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen.

Suddenly, a particularly scary scene materialized on the screen, and I couldn't hold back a small scream of terror. Without hesitation, Wednesday grabbed my hand firmly, surprising me with her quick action.

The touch of her hand on mine made me jump, but immediately I felt a sense of calm spreading inside me. Her fingers were cold, but the grip was comforting, as if she wanted to protect me from the terror surrounding usI looked at Wednesday with gratitude, finding comfort in her dark and deep eyes.

She didn't say a word, but her simple gesture spoke more than a thousand words. In that moment, I understood that I wasn't alone, that she was there with me, ready to support me.

So, with Wednesday's hand in mine, I faced the rest of the movie with a renewed sense of courage, knowing that no matter how terrifying it was, I could overcome it with her by my side.

Our first kiss, which happened later that evening.

Wednesday and I locked eyes, a silence filled with tension and emotion enveloping the room.

Our gaze met, and I could sense the same uncertainty I felt.Then, slowly, Wednesday leaned towards me, her eyes fixed on mine with intensity. My heart was pounding so hard I feared it might burst, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from her.

Her lips brushed against mine cautiously, as if she was afraid of hurting me. I felt the warmth of her breath on my face, and a shiver ran down my spine as I leaned in closer to her. Our first kiss was a moment of pure enchantment, a whirlwind of overwhelming emotions.

Wednesday's lips were soft and warm against mine, and the contact was so intense that for a moment it seemed like the world around us stopped.

An onslaught of memories overwhelms me, making me feel vulnerable. My heart breaks at the memories of what we were, of what we shared.

I feel like that flood of memories could easily drive me to madness, but I don't want to feed this monstrous fire. I just want to let this story die, and I'll be alright.

"Shit," I whisper, clenching my jaw tightly.

I stand up from the chair, and the cup near me falls to the ground, attracting the attention of the others. Tyler, the barista, walks over to me and crouches down to pick up the broken pieces. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I say with concern. "It's okay, accidents happen," he says, smiling kindly.

My eyes glance at Wednesday, and I see her turn her head upon hearing the noise. The blonde next to her continues to drink her frappé, unfazed by the events. Wednesday keeps looking at me in a strange way, her eyes... Glassy. They're kind. Her body invites me to approach and I freeze at the thought of standing just a few steps away from her, face to face.

Maybe she wants to talk and sort things out?

Be friends?

I purse my lips and break the eye contact between us. I grab the backpack with my assignments inside and look at Tyler with concern, who smiles broadly at me.

I give him a small smile and leave the shop, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

We can't be friends, there are too many feelings.

But I'd like to just pretend, maybe one day not too far away I'll be able to.

But a part of me... Wait until you like me again.

[acciotherpthread]

"I was thinking the same thing." She said as they reached the top only to find a group of students "Well that's why it's been so quiet, the party is all the way up here."

The students gasped and all made a run for it. Atropa turned quickly going to run after them only to run into a wall face first. She turned to Severus swaying.

"There's a wall there." She said before stumbling towards the stairs only to hit the door, she glared at the door harshly "Ouch...what do you need a hug to Mr door?"

Atropa wandered the halls of Hogwarts. She didn't remember it being this maze like when she was a student. But then again she usually just followed the other Hufflepuffs. Her familiar, Lenore, crowed loudly in her cage.

"I know, I know, we are lost. You don't have to remind me." Grumbled Atropa as she walked down the hallway only to look out a window and notice she was looking at the black lake "Yes we are definitely lost. No where near the headmaster's office. Oh bother...oh oh! Excuse me!"

Atropa grabbed her suitcase and lenore's cage and ran after the man she saw round a corner.

"Excuse me!"

@severass-snape

[pinkslenderman]

Disco Birdy, this dimension's doom

.....what a ridiculous name.

Convient pour une petite chose probablement ridicule.

[drawnecromancy]

WIP questions tag

Tagged by @leotheponderer, thank youu :D

Rules : Answer as many (or as few) of the questions about your WIP as you can.

I'm going to answer these for (spins wheel) Le prix du sang.

1. What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

The skeleton of the first chapter... out of a weird ass dream I had one time.

2. Who are your favourite character(s) and why ?

Hélianthe because he's incredibly annoying but I am in love with him. I need to punch him in the face and hunt him for sport. I'd let him bite me. Etc.

3. What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP ?

Consistency, lol. Both in how often I write and how much I write. I am cursed with can't concentrate disease and while meds helped with trying to write once a week, it still. Wasn't as much as I would've liked to. That and school doesn't help at all.

Also not making characters better than they are supposed to be, because they're all supposed to be assholes, but because I liked a secondary character, I started trying to give them morals or whatever. Thanks, Anne de Monthaut, for making my life harder.

4. Are there any animals in your story ?

Horses, sometimes.

5. How do your characters get around ?

Horses, mostly. And feet.

6. What part of your WIP are you working on right now ?

None, technically ! I've finished the first draft and am taking a break as I research some things for believability. I'm not making historical fiction, so I don't NEED to be historically accurate, but I want my story to be cohesive and believable, you know ?

7. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Hopefully ? The inherent shenanigans of terrible people doing terrible things for the audience's pleasure. They're all assholes. It's incredibly funny.

Also maybe the fact that both of the romantic leads are bisexual or something but I don't particularly intend to make this a selling point; it's going to be there whether people are prepared or not.

Under the cut : the original 9 questions; including the few i haven't been able to answer. Also the people I'm tagging.

1. What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

3. Who are your favourite character(s) and why?

4. What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP?

5. What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

6. Are there any animals in your story?

7. How do your characters get around?

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

9. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Tagging : @isabellebissonrouthier, @the-stray-storyteller, @holdmyteaplease, @jezifster, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, aaaaand @multi-lefaiye ! As always no pressure if you don't feel like it lol.