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She is absolutely magical!

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Netflix released its first look at Tim Burton’s "Wednesday" Season 3 on social media on Monday with a photo of Jenna Ortega’s Wednesday Adda

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Chronicles of the Unseen Future (Ch. 1)

Larissa Weems x Reader (Wednesday) Time Travel AU words: 2,392 Reader has to travel back in time to stop Larissa’s death. In the original timeline, Wednesday defeats Crackstone, but Tyler and Laurel are still scheming. They eventually end up wiping out almost all North American outcasts. After completing a lot of formulations, only Larissa’s intervention can stop that fate from happening. However, Reader accidentally falls in love with Larissa in her efforts to save her.

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The moon hung high above a desolate Nevermore Academy, its once vibrant halls reduced to silence. It cast pale, silvery light over the skeletal husk of what had once been a sanctuary for the outcasts of the world. A ghostly glow draped over shattered spires and sagging stones like a shroud.

You stumbled through the wreckage, your boots crunching on shattered glass and splintered wood. Dust plumed with every step, clinging to your clothes and stinging your throat. In your arms was a journal, its leather cover weathered and scarred, filled to bursting with hastily scribbled equations, arcane symbols, and desperate notes written by trembling, sleepless hands.

Time was running out.

Wednesday Addams had defeated Crackstone, but the victory had been short-lived. Tyler Galpin and Laurel Gates, thought to be neutralized, had emerged from the shadows with a vengeance. Their methods were subtler, more insidious. A biological agent introduced into the water supply targeting Outcasts. There were also whispers through government channels, unmarked vans at midnight, names erased from public records before their bodies were even cold. 

Over the next few years, they orchestrated a campaign of terror that decimated the outcast population across North America. It started slowly, simple disease and death. That is… until camps, purges, and massacres became whispered realities and then public spectacles. Outcasts were hunted, their unique gifts turned into liabilities in a world that now sought to extinguish them. Nevermore, the heart of the outcast community, had fallen early, its inhabitants scattered or killed. The banners were ripped, statues shattered, classrooms crusted with soot and dried blood. You had survived by sheer luck and the unwillingness to give up hope.

You were one of the few survivors—a lone archivist and scholar who had pieced together the timeline of destruction. In the eerie quiet of the Nevermore ruins, you combed through relics of the past, fingers numb and ink-stained. The journal in your hands was the culmination of years of study, fragments of prophecies, and stolen documents from Laurel’s operations. The conclusion was unmistakable: the future unraveled the moment Larissa Weems died.

You clutched the journal tightly, knuckles aching white. Larissa had been more than the headmistress of Nevermore. She was its keystone, the figure who had held the outcast community together in their darkest hour. Her death—well, murder—had been the domino that tipped the scales. Without her, the community splintered, and Tyler and Laurel exploited the cracks like rot seeping into old foundations.

“No more,” you whispered, the words more of a plea than a declaration. Your breath misted in the cold air, fragile as prayer. You flipped to the final page of the journal, where a time spell was scrawled in trembling ink. It was a patchwork of various arcane practices: alchemy, necromancy, and the dark arts of temporal manipulation. It wasn’t perfect, but it was your only option… the future’s only option.

The spell required a focus, something deeply tied to the moment in time you wished to reach. Slowly, you pulled a small, tarnished locket from your pocket. It was Larissa’s, recovered from the ruins years ago, crusted with time and memory. The metal was cold against your palm, heavy like the weight of fate. You held it tightly, closed your eyes, and began to chant.

The air around you shimmered, the ruins blurring and twisting as the spell took hold. The scent of dust faded, replaced by the faint smell of lavender and polished wood. The oppressive silence gave way to the distant murmur of voices—warmth, life, breath. You felt the ground tilt beneath you as though falling out of the world, before everything went black.

—

You woke with a gasp, your head pounding as though you had been struck by a hammer. Your stomach wretched slightly as you wobbled, waiting for your body to acclimate to your new surroundings. Your ears rang, vision swimming like water rippling beneath broken glass. The first thing you noticed was the warmth. The cold, desolate air of the future had been replaced by a comforting heat. Early morning sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting golden patterns across a lush, patterned carpet. Dust motes drifted lazily, gilded like tiny embers in a hearthlight. You sat up slowly, your eyes adjusting to the brightness.

You were in an office—no, her office. The gothic elegance of Principal Larissa Weems’ workspace was unmistakable. The grand bookcases lined with leather-bound volumes, the meticulously arranged wooden desk, and the faint scent of her perfume—lavender and something richer, almost spicy—all confirmed it. Every detail prickled at your senses: the polished brass lamp, the velvet drape of the curtains, the cooling embers of a late night fire in the office’s fireplace. You barely had a moment to process this before the sound of heels clicking against the floor filled the air, sharp and rhythmic.

“Care to explain why you’re in my office at this ungodly hour?”

The voice was cool, authoritative, and sharp enough to cut glass. Your breath hitched as you turned to face her. Larissa Weems stood in the doorway, arms crossed and one perfectly arched brow raised in suspicion. She was alive, vibrant, and every bit as commanding as you remembered from the stories—more so, seeing her now bathed in living light rather than the memory of a portrait framed by ruin. The tailored navy suit she wore only added to the air of unassailable power she exuded, hugging the lines of her posture with regal precision.

“Principal Weems,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. You scrambled to your feet, your movements clumsy in the face of her scrutiny, your boots dragged against the carpet’s dense fibers. “I… I can explain.”

“I should hope so,” Larissa replied, stepping further into the room. Her piercing blue eyes scanned you, taking in your disheveled appearance. Like the tear in your jacket sleeve, the smudge of soot on your cheek, the dried salt of old tears at your collar. “Breaking into my office is hardly the way to make a good first impression.”

Your heart thundered in your chest, each beat echoing as if she could hear it. You hadn’t planned this far ahead, honestly. The spell had worked, yes, but now you were face-to-face with the woman you had come to save. How could you possibly explain the gravity of this mission without sounding insane?

You swallowed hard, willing your pulse to steady. The familiar urge to confess everything—to spill the years of blood, ash, and ruin at her feet—rose fast, and you found yourself pressing your hands together behind your back as if that alone could hold your truths inside. Your fingers dug into your palms until the sting grounded you in this world instead of the one you’d fled.

No. Not yet.

You hadn’t come this far to frighten her into disbelief, or worse, suspicion.

“I’m not… I didn’t mean to break in.” Your voice sounded distant, like you were hearing it through the ruins again. “I arrived earlier than expected, and the office door was open. I thought I should wait here rather than wander the halls.”

Her gaze sharpened at the edges. You could almost feel her assessment like a cold fingertip tracing the line of your jaw, calculating what you weren’t saying far more than what you were.

“Arrived?” she echoed, her voice dipped in silk and steel. “And who might you be, exactly?”

You straightened your shoulders, instinctively meeting her poise with formality. The air between you felt charged, humming with tension.

“I’m the new administrative aide. A temporary appointment. I was assigned to support with archiving and correspondence—Miss Thornhill signed off on it. I can show you the paperwork…”

A half-truth, but one that slid cleanly past your tongue. In another world—one that never burned—you probably would have become exactly that: a quiet scholar buried in records, forgotten footnotes, and living history. If fate hadn’t carved everything into ruin, your face might have fit easily into the background of her office then.

Larissa blinked once, long and controlled. Something in your delivery gave her pause, as if she sensed the way your words trembled at their core.

“I don’t recall approving any such position,” she murmured. Her tone didn’t harden, but her curiosity narrowed like a lens focusing to a pinprick. “Nor receiving notice from Thornhill regarding a new hire.”

Your stomach knotted. Already, the fracture lines in the timeline might be showing.

She moved past you, circling her desk with a predator’s grace, fingers ghosting over the leather blotter as though searching for some physical confirmation of your claim. The morning sunlight picked out silver in her hair, turning it pale as frost. The scent of lavender and spice stirred with her movement—comforting, almost painfully familiar from the future you’d crawled out of like a wounded animal.

“And yet,” she continued, “you stand here. In my locked office.”

You winced. “The door… wasn’t locked.”

At that, she paused. Just briefly. A ripple of confusion passed over her features—there and gone like a shadow crossing a sundial.

“I distinctly remember locking it before heading to the faculty residences,” she said slowly. “I don’t make a habit of mistakes.”

You did not need reminding. You had built an entire theory of salvation on the brutal precision of Larissa Weems—on her foresight, her vigilance, her ability to see through pretense.

And some part of you—the fractured, exhausted part that still smelled gunpowder and smoke whenever you blinked—wondered whether your spell had done more than transport you. Whether it had warped the past just enough to make space for your presence, bending small certainties out of place.

She finally turned to face you again. Not angry. Not alarmed.

Just searching.

“If you are indeed the aide Marilyn approved, I’ll verify it later this morning. For now, however…” Her chin lifted slightly, eyes narrowing again in appraisal. They glinted like deep ocean through a pane of ice. “I would like to hear why you look as though you’ve seen a ghost.”

It wasn’t an accusation.

It was empathy disguised as scrutiny, a quiet, pointed concern wearing the mask of discipline.

You almost broke then—almost let the grief spill. The image of Nevermore’s shattered clock tower flashed behind your eyes, iron gears exposed to the elements. Then rows of empty beds and silent classrooms. Then the terrible weight of unburied bodies under a sallow autumn sky, the air swollen with the scent of decay and rain.

Larissa would die soon in this timeline. You knew the hour, the location, the urgency in her expression when a scent of Wolfsbane would tell her too late who she’d let in. You felt the knowledge like a blade tucked between your ribs.

You forced your breath smooth.

“I apologize,” you murmured, voice rough at the edges. “It’s been… a long journey. I’m still adjusting.”

She studied you for a few seconds longer than professionalism justified, her gaze sweeping over you like a measured touch.

And there it was—her instinct.

Some unspoken recognition that the sorrow radiating off you was too sharp, too old, too deep for someone merely ‘traveling’ or exhausted. It clung to you like smoke, like a stain that could not be washed away.

Larissa Weems was not a woman easily deceived.

But she was a woman capable of restraint, and you could almost feel the moment she decided not to pry. Not yet, anyway. She would collect data, observe patterns, measure the edges of you before pressing harder.

That was her brilliance. She was ice water calm, paired with an uncanny ability to sense the fractures in people.

“Very well,” she said at last, as though granting you a fragile mercy. “We’ll discuss your position in a few hours. Until then, I expect you to do two things.”

You blinked. “Of course.”

“One,” she raised a finger, elegant and stern, “try to look less like you’ve stepped out of a nightmare. Nevermore may be eccentric, but we are still a prestigious school. Appearances matter.”

Despite the tightness closing around your ribs, something about her tone made your lips twitch. A weary, nearly imperceptible smile pulled at her own—gone as quickly as it arrived.

“And two?” you asked.

Her eyes held yours, unreadable yet steady.

“You may remain here, but you do not roam these halls alone. If you need anything, you come directly to me. Is that understood?”

Understood?

Your mind reeled at the memory of a different version of these halls, where the wind had howled through empty doorframes like grief incarnate, dragging dried leaves down corridors where laughter once lived.

“Yes, Principal Weems,” you whispered dutifully.

She gave a small nod, satisfied enough to release you—for now. “Good. Morning classes come quickly. As does paperwork, I’m afraid.”

She moved to retrieve a ledger, but paused when she noticed the locket on the desk—Larissa’s locket—placed where your body had materialized. The sunlight glanced off its curve, catching on the engraved filigree.

For an instant, the room seemed to stop breathing.

Her expression changed just slightly. The tilt of her head sharpened, her gaze flicking between the antique jewelry and your face. Something flickered—recognition, curiosity, perhaps the faint stirrings of a memory she did not yet possess.

She did not know it yet, but some part of her recognized the shape of herself reflected in it.

And you could feel the future gathering like thunder behind your ribs, pressure building, inevitable and electric.

“Where did you get this?” Larissa asked, voice a shade softer, but infinitely more dangerous. The question slid through the air like a drawn blade.

Not suspicion. Something more intimate. A breath held. A truth sensed before spoken.

You opened your mouth, knowing any answer you gave would be a lie. Or a truth she wasn’t ready to hear.

Either way, the first thread between you felt tugged taut—something fragile, electric, and terrifyingly fated.

You hadn’t come here to know her and linger in her presence. Only to save her life.

But already, standing in the warmth of her office, with sunlight gilding the sharp edge of her profile and lavender clinging to the air like a promise… you feared the line between the two was already beginning to blur.

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“Is she HYPNOTIZING HIM WITH THE SCENT OF HER VAGINA?!”

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Tattoos & Bruises

Chapter 10

Notes: I AM SO SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN SO LONG! Life has had me tied up... and honestly not in a way I like 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Something for you to wake up to baby @pebbleswritessometimes Let the YELLING begin hehe

Warnings: ANGST

The days that past Larissa would leave before you would wake in the mornings and be back with you before the sun had set, the school would be closing soon, which would then mean more time together and the conversation about your past had still not happened. Tonight has to be the night. The air needed to be cleared and things needed to be explained. You didn’t want it hanging over your heads when you could be enjoying each other’s company instead. You moved the couches around and packed the floor with pillows, stir fry was served and glasses of wine was poured. You were busy changing into something more comfortable when you heard her come in. “Someone clearly has something planned for this evening I see!” You walked out the passage to see the beautiful woman kicking off her shoes. “Nothing much planned Riss, just figured a nice dinner and maybe a chance to chat?” She came up and pulled you against her, as tall as she was compared to you, you both somehow just fit perfectly together. Leaning down she kissed you softly. “Sounds like a lovely idea darling, let me go and change first.”

Food had been pushed aside and another bottle of wine had been opened. Larissa’s eyes held so much hurt in them as she listened to you. Never sure what to say or if it was appropriate to even ask anything. “Larissa, it’s fine, you don’t have to sit there in silence… you can say something.” You held her hand, giving her a gentle smile. Your life story is not something you ever spoke about, but then you had never given yourself the chance to let someone in enough. “What was your name before and why did you end up changing it?”

 Thinking for a moment and adjusting on the pillow. “My bother and I were adopted at young ages. Growing up he… well we feel in love with the movie Moulin Rouge. After our adoptive parents threw me out, we kept in contact. Even after Vanessa came into my life. He was my everything, it killed me not to be able to see him. Once I came out of hospital from being beaten and I ran away, I got word from old friends that he had committed suicide… I decided to change my name to Satine, not only was it a way to keep him with me, but it gave me chance to escape Vanessa and create a new life for myself. Yet it is an ironically a somewhat fitting name.” Larissa crawled closer to you, kissing your cheek. “You are so more than this dark past, and you are more deserving of love than anyone I know. I must thank you for letting me in though my little one.” The pet name made you smile, but then everything about the woman in front of you made you smile. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that she could love you for what you once were. The thought made you happy and nervous all at the same time. There was still so much more that Larissa didn’t know about you. In time you knew you would have to tell her it all, but for now, for now this was a pretty good start.

“I can’t believe I am bunking school! If Principal Weems finds out I am in so much trouble.” There was two days left of the school term and you needed help with a plan you had. Enid and Wednesday walk in as soon as Larissa drove out the main gate. You couldn’t help but watch the two of them, something was busy blossoming, and whether Ms Addam was prepared for it or not, a new relationship would be blooming. Wednesday rolled her eyes at the nervous and blabbering Enid as they arrived at the door. “Was it not you that created the false emergency that brought them back together? So stop your whining already.”

An hour of planning and a quick trip to town. Flowers ordered, key made, a new outfit - as requested, well more like demanded by Enid, thank God for Wednesday for making sure it was black. Pink was just not your style! Once you felt happy with everything you took the girls back to the school, Wednesday showing you were to park and sneaking her and Enid back in without a soul knowing a thing. Well so you hoped anyway.

The two days went by without your silver haired beauty returning to you. Which you figured would happen. Things at the school were chaotic, so it was certainly more sensible for to stay at the school. She would message you all day, begging you to come stay there with her, but you give her excuse after excuse. You knew it would be something you’d pay for later, but in the end it would all be worth it, as long as Larissa said yes anyway.

Two days, all you wanted from her is to come and spend it at the school with you. And all you got was one lame excuse after the other. What is going on here again? One moment she is telling you that she can’t live without you, the next she can’t even find 5 mins out of her day to see you. This girl was going to drive you mad, and currently not in a good way. When the school closes the two of you would need to decide what was happening. Maybe she must come back to the school, the students do miss her… that’s what you will do, re-offer her, her job back, get her things packed up and have her move back to the school.

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You must be losing your mind! Standing outside the hall door, you can hear Larissa talking. Wednesday and Enid are waiting on the other to let you in at the right time. Why did you agree to wear a dress and heels? You adjust the dress, its skin-tight and just above the knee, 6-inch heels, your hair wavy and loose, Enid even made sure you had makeup on for today’s event. The things you do for the ones you care for…. Flowers and a little black box ready in hand. Enid and Wednesday tap on the door. Show time. The door slowly opens, you sneak in and what.

As Larissa plans on bring the final assembly to an end, the girls get the plan going. Wednesday starts creating a path as Enid shouts out, asking Larissa what her plans are for the holiday. Her response almost has you tripping over your own feet. “Oh, I have little one I plan on having lots of fun with. Wednesday turns back to look at you “what an apt name Ms” Some how you manage to make to the front without being noticed. Wednesday clears her throat. “There is one more question for you Principal Weems.” Enid snaps her fingers and the entire school steps to either side of the hall. You walk up to her and curtsey. “Principal Weems, would you perhaps do me the honour of making my house a home and move in this tattooed woman?” holding out the flowers and the little box you smile up at her. “You want me to move in with you? You are insane to want to live with me! But how could I turn down a face like your?”

For moment you thought she was actually turning you down. Taking advantage of your new height you put the flowers and box down on the podium, pulling Larissa against you and kissing her. The excitement of girls screaming and the boys whistling had you giggling against your lovers lips, before pulling away you lean up to her ear “I am feeling like a very bad girl…just so you know Ma’am.” Letting her go you give another curtsy to her and the students. Her mouth still hanging. “I’ll go wait for you in your office.”

You never thought you could be this happy. Sitting on Larissa’s desk, you knew she wouldn’t be long. Not after what you said her. The door opened and shut quickly, you watched her lock the door and head over to you. “Well, that was quite the surprise.” Her hands run up the top of your thighs as she gets to you, eyeing out every inch of you in that dress has her biting her bottom lip. “…and please can we agree that every time you wear this dress, it’s an open invitation for me to fuck you senseless?” giggling you take her hands and pull her between your legs. “You have never needed a dress for that Riss, you have had that open invitation since day one.” You blush at your own words, which causes Larissa to let out a bit of a very satisfied growl before biting your bottom lip. “Before you get carried away, why don’t you pack a few things and come home and then you can see what else I got you.” Larissa steps away and smiles. “Yes, we need to talk about that, darling I can’t move with you. I was actually thinking of asking you to come live with me, you can come back and work here…” Your head was spinning, you were confused and unsure if you heard her correctly. Climbing off the desk you frown at her. “I’m sorry, for a moment there I heard you tell me you can’t move in with me…. Even though just moments ago you said yes.” Her thumb brushes over your forehead, brushing away the creases from your frown and down over your cheek. “You heard right, I have my place here, I can’t run a school from your house love. I need to be here my students.” Stepping away from her you head to the door. “I didn’t ask you to leave your job Larissa, I asked you to come share a house and a bed with me in the evenings, weekends, school breaks. But I understand. Keep the key, give it to Enid and Wednesday, choice is yours. I am going home.”

You knew you messed up the moment you said it, and now for the second time you watched her walk out your door. You can’t let this happen again. You wouldn’t let it happen again. Rushing to pack your bags and everything else you would need for the weeks ahead. You have to fix this, you can’t not have her in your life. “You can do this Larissa. It isn’t far from the school, and you love her!” Moaning at yourself you grab your bag your phone, your office keys and the little box with the key for Satines place. Rushing out the door and out to the car. She is already gone, amazing how such little legs can move so quickly you thought as you toss your things in your car and hear to her house. “I am coming my little one, and I promise I am staying.” If only you could have known beforehand... you would never have let her walk out those doors, you would never have said what you said. You would have held her a little longer. You have done so many things differently. If you only could have known what horrific scene you would come to face once stepping into your lovers home.

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Gwendoline Christie - Met Gala 2023 - Behind the Scenes

Game of Thrones and Wednesday star Gwendoline Christie was resplendent in a Fendi gown that perfectly offset her fair features; and to match, her beauty look by NARS was pared back and glowing.

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@pebbleswritessometimes BABY!!!! LOOK AT HER!! MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT

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A Little Snippet

A sneak peek at the next chapter of Tattoos & Bruises

I promise I haven't forgotten about you all! My life has just been so chaotic as of late I haven't had a change to finish off the next chapter. BUT.... Here is a little piece to keep you in suspense hehe

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You must be losing your mind! Standing outside the hall door, you can hear Larissa talking. Wednesday and Enid are waiting on the other to let you in at the right time. Why did you agree to wear a dress and heels? You adjust the dress, its skin-tight and just above the knee, 6-inch heels, your hair wavy and loose, Enid even made sure you had makeup on for today’s event. The things you do for the ones you care for…. Flowers and a little black box ready in hand. Enid and Wednesday tap on the door. Show time. The door slowly opens, you sneak in and what.

As Larissa plans on bring the final assembly to an end, the girls get the plan going. Wednesday starts creating a path as Enid shouts out, asking Larissa what her plans are for the holiday. Her response almost has you tripping over your own feet. “Oh, I have little one I plan on having lots of fun with. Wednesday turns back to look at you “what an apt name Ms” Some how you manage to make to the front without being noticed. Wednesday clears her throat. “There is one more question for you Principal Weems.” Enid snaps her fingers and the entire school steps to either side of the hall. You walk up to her and curtsey. “Principal Weems, would you perhaps do me the honour of making my house a home and move in this tattooed woman?” holding out the flowers and the little box you smile up at her. “You want me to move in with you? You are insane to want to live with me! But how could I turn down a face like your?”

For moment you thought she was actually turning you down. Taking advantage of your new height you put the flowers and box down on the podium, pulling Larissa against you and kissing her. The excitement of girls screaming, and the boys whistling had you giggling against your lovers' lips, before pulling away you lean up to her ear “I am feeling like a very bad girl…just so you know Ma’am.” Letting her go you give another curtsy to her and the students. Her mouth still hanging. “I’ll go wait for you in your office.”

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how did you come up with tattoos & bruises

It's life events I have lived through and experienced. I have just found a better way to write about it.... well so I believe.

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hey i just want to pop on here say

1 i love your writing

2 your tattoos & bruises series is amazing got to be my favourite out of everything i’ve ever read on tumblr or wattpad

3 hope you are doing okay

Hello there 🖤😊 Thank you so very much for this. It's been such a long time since I stopped writing, I really wasn't sure how things were going to go once I started again. Hehe I am glad to hear that you are enjoying the series 🥰😊 I love writing it! Has brought a lot of joy back into my life and seeing how many people are enjoying the series as much as they are! I am doing ok.... getting there slowly. Thank you for asking! I hope you are doing well 🥰