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#musings;; wednesday
heartscfvalor · 2 years
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Introducing: Wednesday Addams
“Wednesday’s child Full of woe”
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Wednesday Friday Addams is the second born child of Gomez and Morticia Addams, and the youngest sister to Pugsley, and thus is the youngest of the Addams line, unless her younger brother Pubert is ever born. She has a very close connection with Lurch, the family’s butler, and her grandmother, Esmerelda, with whom she was taught witchcraft.
As a small child, Wednesday was comparatively the “normal” child of her family, having a quite bright and cheerful demeanor, whilst having a few “odd” hobbies, such as raising tarantulas and having her favorite dolls beheaded. Her favorite color has always been black, and she kept her hair in twin braids, considering they were easier to manage in such a style.
The older she got, however, the more dark, grim and downright bitter Wednesday became; by the age of thirteen, she adopted an almost sinister personality, rarely ever smiling, and often subjecting Pugsley to forms of torture, such as electrocuting him in an execution chair, and branding him with a tire iron. She also had some great relish in psychologically torturing him, as well as attempting to kill him several times, though none of her efforts worked, and she had to concede that her brother was there to stay.
During her school years, Wednesday was often the outcast among her peers, something she didn’t mind in the slightest, as she saw the other children as either mere playthings, or no one of great interest. However, she’d been able to be friendly with a few other outcasts, especially if they were being bullied, because if it was something she abhorred, it was bullying. Her teachers often found her strange, as did many people outside of her family, but her intelligence was enough for them to not say anything to give way to their thoughts, though during one school assembly, one of her teachers did ask Morticia about Wednesday’s great aunt, Calpurnia, who’d been burned at the stake in 1706 for witchcraft. Morticia was able to assure the teacher that while Wednesday held deep admiration for her aunt, she and Gomez had stressed that their daughter should go through college first before following in Calpurnia’s footsteps.
Wednesday went through a period of several rebellions during her teen years, like burning down a summer camp, to wearing brighter colors. But by the time she was twenty years old, she is back to her normal gothic attire, with her hair as long and luxurious as her mother’s, opting to let it flow loose down her back, or tying it in a tight braid to keep it out of her face. She eventually leaves the Addams manor in order to try adult life on her own, but she remains close with her family, as loyalty and love are their top priorities.
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gasterofficial · 1 year
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breelynnxoxoxo · 2 months
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WANT TO WARM ME UP? ☕️☕️☕️
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starport-rodeo · 1 year
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i love my roommate <3
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barb-l · 1 year
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Enid was so worried not being able to shift would leave her without a mate but then she finally wolfs out to save Wednesday. It's like Beauty and the Beast, but in reverse. This is super cheesy to say but love turned her into a beast 🥰
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joeloverture · 2 months
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wip wednesday
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for snowbound, hopefully coming to dashboards near you sometime next week 🤎💋 | thank you for the tag @joelsdagger
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priincebutt · 6 days
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sigh, here's the tea y'all: I was p much convinced I was not going to do a WIP Wednesday today. I'm not mentally in it, I'm feeling run down and useless, and my ability to write has gone out the window as of right now. But I found this lil snippy at the end of a doc, waiting to be incorporated into it's home, and I thought I'd share the last line I'd written for wip Wednesday. Thank you forever to @theprinceandagcd , @firenati0n , @piratefalls , @duchessdepolignaca03 , @thesleepyskipper
@onthewaytosomewhere , @heysweetheart-writes , @magicandarchery and @taste-thewaste for the tags, y'all are real ones and I appreciate you guys so much <3 (p.s. are tags still broken?? I tried to break it up into five I hope it works)
Henry falls in love with Alex who wears glasses, and Alex who studiously hunches over his desk into the late night until Henry has to pry him and ply him with sweet kisses, convincing him to come to bed.
Since it's so late I'm going to leave this tag open, and say plz tag me if you take it! <3
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fuckyeah-dragrace · 3 months
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wip wednesday!
hey so it's been a long while since i've done anything and i think it's time to throw my hat back into the ring
Mirage groaned, her head pound and eye unfocused as she blinked. She rubbed her eyes, where was she? This isn't the club. Giant halls with tall pillars of white stone, velvet curtains and candelabras lit up the room. A chill ran through Mirage's spine, something felt off about this place. Sure it was pretty, but it was cold and dark, not a drip of warmth in the place. "What the hell?"
"Good. You're awake." She turned her head and there stood a tall woman, long black hair flowing down her back and grinning. "I thought you would sleep forever at this rate."
Mirage tensed, squinting her eyes and sat up more. "You're.. you're the girl in the bathroom. At the club who helped me."
The woman laughed. "I am. You can call me Xunami. Welcome to the house of Muse."
"How did I get here? Let me go!"
"Not going to happen, amiga." She purred. "Remember you agreed to come home with me tonight."
"I change my mind. I want to leave."
"Oh preciosa," Xunami chuckled, walking closer to her and hooking a finger under Mirage's chin. She forced her head up, making her look into her glowing red eyes. Those are definitely different than what she saw at the club. "You're not going anywhere. You're stuck here with me." She grinned and Mirage gasped, catching sight of her white teeth, fangs sticking out and looking sharper than any knife she's seen.
Fuck.
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blood-red-ocean · 5 months
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Every time I enter this damn site I see a gif of Gwendoline Christie and/or Alcina Dimitrescu and I forget what breathing is for a moment
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cricketnationrise · 2 months
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writing patterns baybee
rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern
thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes, @cha-melodius, @doggernaut, and @montrealmadison! since i've been posting mostly ficlet fest fills you're getting some bonus fun: 6 most recent ficlets and 6 most recent non-ficlet fest fics. lets see whats up with my writing below the cut y'all 💜🦗
8:30pm, the brownstone: “…then the donor said something about riding ‘requiring the right equipment,’” Henry giggles, warm from the bottle of wine they’re splitting.
8:00pm, red room: Alex might legitimately be going insane — it’s the most likely explanation for how fucking good it feels to be making out with Henry.
9:42pm, nyu apartment: If you’d told Alex ten years ago that he’d love being pinned to his own couch and kissed to within an inch of his life by Henry fucking Fox, he’d have laughed in your face.
2:19am, alex's apartment: HRH Prince Dickhead 💩: Are you awake?
1:30pm, nyc panadería: Don Paco López, Panadería, established 1991, in the heart of Brooklyn, New York, smells absolutely fucking amazing.
3:47pm, lake lbj: It’s a special kind of surreal seeing both his kids in love.
~~~ Set in Platinum: DrWhomst: *Rafiki voice* IT IS TIME
NFWMB: “Yes, I understand that, but unfortunately it was your less-than-well-moderated website that locked Henry out from submitting his roommate request until after the deadline in the first place.”
the super sick(s): Bea will take the knowledge that she was the one that brought the cold to the Super Six to her bloody grave.
so, kiss me: “Dude, you’re on the Kiss Cam.”
burning brightly through the night: Jon fervently wishes he had any words to offer Alanna as they approach the Great Throne Room.
Downburst: “Alex! Alex, over here!”
~~~ SO. Some patterns: 4/12 are dialogue 2/12 are texts/chat log 4/12 have italics (honestly lower than i thought) 6/12 feature some introspection 7/12 you can tell who's POV it is immediately
idk it's interesting that they aren't more uniform--apparently i like to mix things up!
tagging: @the-lincyclopedia, @missanniewhimsy, @xthelastknownsurvivorx, @firenati0n, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @dumbpeachjuice, @smc-27, and @leaves-of-laurelin, as well as anyone who hasn't done this yet and wants to play! 💜🦗
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breelynnxoxoxo · 14 days
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FEELING NICE AND TOASTY! ☕️☕️☕️
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jessieren · 1 month
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Ok… I fully accept that he may very well not be naked/half naked here but imagination is a wonderful thing
Plus I love this episode- and the fact that he slept in the bath…
I mean what??
Side point.. I wonder if Evans does sleep naked.. Hmm I may need to muse on that point a little more
You know.. for science
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starkslydia · 1 year
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XAVIER as THE ARTIST and WEDNESDAY as THE MUSE
Without a muse, an artist is simply a madman shouting to the stars. So thank you darling, for giving my insanity a canvas to dance upon. — ROSS BALDWIN
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gumnut-logic · 7 months
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It’s Thursday again, but eh.
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Virgil had eleven tonne over his head when John interrupted him.
“Thunderbird Two, we have a situation in New York.”
Virgil grunted, steadying his load as Alan darted in and grabbed the two rescuees. His suit beeped at him, complaining about load limits. But the site had been too confined for a pod so the exosuit was it.
And pretty much every heavy lifting muscle he had.
“Clear!” Alan’s voice was sharp and professional.
Virgil’s HUD agreed. With staggering footwork, he lowered the concrete slab as carefully as he could.
Broken concrete groaned and rumbled.
Much like Virgil’s back.
He was panting when he finally let go, chest heaving.
“Repeat, Thunderbird Five.” He couldn’t remove the gasp from his voice.
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wearevillaneve · 5 months
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Me at work on my next (and likely last) KE fic. Can't stop won't stop.
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howulu · 1 year
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i know we're starved for tyler x reader content... myself included. i'm thinking of writing some myself. if anyone has ideas or things they'd like to see drop me a line! ☝🏽 all i know is tyler in episode 7 awoke something in me !
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