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Okay so I am moving this muse to a new multi muse blog, since I have a ton of blogs I need to condense. Just to make my life easier. Though I want to keep this new blog extremely private. ( I’ve come to notice I don’t do well with big follower numbers as it makes me nervous. ) If you would still like to interact with Wednesday Addams, please send me a private message. I will be checking back here in a few days, but consider this blog archived now.
Okay so I am moving this muse to a new multi muse blog, since I have a ton of blogs I need to condense. Just to make my life easier. Though I want to keep this new blog extremely private. ( I’ve come to notice I don’t do well with big follower numbers as it makes me nervous. ) If you would still like to interact with Wednesday Addams, please send me a private message. I will be checking back here in a few days, but consider this blog archived now.
Okay so I am moving this muse to a new multi muse blog, since I have a ton of blogs I need to condense. Just to make my life easier. Though I want to keep this new blog extremely private. ( I’ve come to notice I don’t do well with big follower numbers as it makes me nervous. ) If you would still like to interact with Wednesday Addams, please send me a private message. I will be checking back here in a few days, but consider this blog archived now.
Okay so I am moving this muse to a new multi muse blog, since I have a ton of blogs I need to condense. Just to make my life easier. Though I want to keep this new blog extremely private. ( I’ve come to notice I don’t do well with big follower numbers as it makes me nervous. ) If you would still like to interact with Wednesday Addams, please send me a private message. I will be checking back here in a few days, but consider this blog archived now.
Okay so I am moving this muse to a new multi muse blog, since I have a ton of blogs I need to condense. Just to make my life easier. Though I want to keep this new blog extremely private. ( I’ve come to notice I don’t do well with big follower numbers as it makes me nervous. ) If you would still like to interact with Wednesday Addams, please send me a private message. I will be checking back here in a few days, but consider this blog archived now.
Okay so I am moving this muse to a new multi muse blog, since I have a ton of blogs I need to condense. Just to make my life easier. Though I want to keep this new blog extremely private. ( I’ve come to notice I don’t do well with big follower numbers as it makes me nervous. ) If you would still like to interact with Wednesday Addams, please send me a private message. I will be checking back here in a few days, but consider this blog archived now.
Okay so I am moving this muse to a new multi muse blog, since I have a ton of blogs I need to condense. Just to make my life easier. Though I want to keep this new blog extremely private. ( I’ve come to notice I don’t do well with big follower numbers as it makes me nervous. ) If you would still like to interact with Wednesday Addams, please send me a private message. I will be checking back here in a few days, but consider this blog archived now.
- A knight in shining armor! He killed the dragon! - I can’t believe anyone would kill a dragon! - Poor defenseless dragon.
The San Francisco Examiner, California, March 15, 1936
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LILY.
WEDNESDAY ADDAMS - @gloomfilled
❝ YOUR LINES ARE VERY INTERESTING. ❞ She says rather calmly while examining both of Wednesday’s palms side by side; preferring to use both hands in her readings. ❝ Each one is exceptionally long, though your life line seems forked. Which means a shift in career paths, at least later on in age. But they’re faint, so you preserve your energy well. There is so much promise for you, my dear. At the very least, you’ll never have to doubt that. ❞
The small girl gazing at her hands and then back at Lily as she made her eyes see those particular lines. Furrowing her brow some at the career path remark, though finding her eyes lighting up at the ‘promise’ remark. A small smile gracing her lips, before looking up at Lily. “ Can you teach me how to read palms ? “ Asked precocious little Wednesday.
THEODORE.
ted watched her expectantly in the meantime. silent. chin jutting forth as fingers enclose about the bronze coin bouncing idly within his pocket alongside a few more. of course , ted was beginning to get a good grasp on her temperament. on what she displays versus what she feels. what she ends up acting on. however still , his attention span & observatory skills weren’t exactly up to par. so he figures ! she’s straightforward. she’d tell him if she wanted the token back. but after a while he began to notice that this may not be the correct move. brows narrowing & lips pursing somewhat before pulling the item out for her. unfortunately too late to avoid what felt like scolding before extending it outwards. “here ya go , wednesday.” he spoke. still excitedly to a degree. wanting her to have fun with this , if anything else. “hey maybe you’ll get the high score !”
“ The chances of getting the high score on a first try. Well, they aren’t very good. “ The teen had said, before moving her hand to push her dark hair behind her ear and took the token back from him. It was odd. Her sardonic nature, it was starting to feel a connection with him oddly. Moving the token into the machine as it whirred to life and a deep and dark chuckle exuded from the speakers.
The girl couldn’t help but chuckle some at it, it was beyond cheesy and just horrible in the best sense. Thinking again before the pinball started to spin and do it’s thing as she pulled back on the coil. Letting the ball slide up the track and bouncing around on all the bumpers. Using the flippers a few times to knock it back into the game. Wednesday was actually enjoying herself, odd and very different. It must have been the actual theme of the pinball that had her so jazzed to play it.
MOTHER.
WHAT KIND OF A PLACE LACKED IN DUST and cobwebs? It seemed barbarically preposterous! she would have to write a letter of some sorts complaining to the landlord in question. Yes, that’s what she can do, at least for the time being before proper preparations could be set into motion. An air circulation system, on top of everything else; there was fresh air. ❝ My poor darling. But don’t fret, we’ll have it taken care of for you. ❞ Wednesday was old enough now to handle things on her own, Morticia was well aware of this fact however, she felt an obligation. They were the ones who had set up the accommodations for her, so it seemed only fitting that they ensure their daughter’s discomforts in such a place. That’s what families were for after all. A reassuring sort of smile graces her lips then as she’s collected most of the ingredients that would be needed for their spell. Handing a few bottles to Wednesday, she reaches forward to touch on the girl’s cheek in a tender manner. ❝ Your father and I are so very proud of you, chérie. Though I do wish you had addressed this to us sooner, the only one to blame here is that treacherous landlord of yours. ❞ Her tongue practically hisses with distaste near the end of her statement, but she’s quick to return to her usual demeanor, not wanting to spoil this evening with further talk of such disgrace. ❝ Come, we still have one more ingredient to obtain. ❞ Renwick would be residing in the vulture feeding room, she suspects. Perhaps feeding on leftover remains that had been tossed there earlier that morning. Morticia leads the way, book still in hand along with several bottles that lightly clink together with every graceful step. ❝ Pluck just one of his feathers, will you? ❞ She doesn’t need to remind Wednesday to ask the bird for permission of course as this would be common knowledge. ❝ Then meet me outside in the cemetery, I’ll have everything set up once you arrive. ❞
“ Thank you mother, that means a lot. I just miss everyone. “ Hearing that her parents were proud of her was nothing new to her. But these tender moments shared between mother and daughter is what she missed the most. The city was very lonely, only the DEAD kept her company on those desolate and lonely nights while she was working at a job she absolutely adored with every inch of her melancholic soul. Without really thinking much of it, the young woman moved her cheek tenderly into her mother’s hand as it was laid gently on her cheek. Closing her eyes for just a moment, a moment to soak up that affection she lacked. Following soon after her mother into the feeding room.
Looking slightly up and the massive bird of prey, turning her head towards her mother as she had told her where to meet her. “ Of course mother. “ Said with a slight smirk, before casting her dark eyes back up at Renwick. A lopsided frown. “ Renwick may I grab one of your feathers ? “ She asked the large bird. He then dipped his head down as she plucked just one of his feathers. Then turning on her heel to head out of the cemetery where her mother waited for her. Clouds clung to the blue sky which made for the perfect ambiance to perform this spell. Setting the bottles down and then handing her mother the jagged looking feather.
FATHER.
“I don’t believe that for a second!” Even if she were out of practice — which made sense given how busy she was with other matters — Gomez knew she had a natural talent. It had been present in her since she was a tot no higher than his knee. Even before that! She had ambition and, like him, once she set her mind on accomplishing something, she was unstoppable.
“I’m sure you would get the hang of it in no time if your brothers were here to practice on.” Although Pubert remained at home, he was currently at school and wouldn’t return until that night. Pugsley, the last he heard, was out trekking through a swamp in Ireland. One day they would all be here at the same time and it would be a proper reunion. Until that happened, Gomez was content to carry on living each day as it came.
“Show me your finest lunge.” He readies his own blade, eager to slip back into their old habits. Oh, how he had missed this…
Wednesday needed to take her time, and carefully lay out her steps in her mind. Seeing one of the many possibilities that would occur. It was all logical to her, though she understood you needed to have a kind of sincere passion behind everything you did. Her parents had taught her well. A little too well, it would seem. Intelligent beyond her years she was. Dark eyes met with ones that were deemed worthy of her own reflection.
Always seeing about half of herself in her father, especially the eyes. Stretching a bit more before she swiped The Countess to the right and then swiftly to the left. Loosening up her muscles and the tension in her neck. It had been years, though she doubted her father would go easy on her. Finally taking the en-garde position, extending the weapon fully. Taking the first step forward, and quickly rearing it with her opposing foot. A bit quick, though most would assume eager.
working on my replies now on google docs, gonna redo tags tomorrow and softblock personal blogs that keep following me. There is a reckoning upon them. Also going to load up my about section and add my tv verse so I can get some feel good stuff going. I need it after this time spent away.
