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wednesday addams; eighteen;' wednesdays growing up so fast she'll be thursday before you know it. '

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vivalamutants:

He glances at the rope then to her.  “Well then go murder someone else.  I can’t be sent to jail again.  After 10 years I am finally out and I don’t need to be persecuted again.”  

‘ it’s not murder. ’   where was the fun if you were only going to  KILL  your victim? a brow raised at his confession, the rope dropping to her side.  OBVIOUSLY  his story seemed  MUCH  more exciting than her little   g a m e.   ‘ how was prison?  MISERABLE  i hope. ’   not because she hoped he suffered in prison, but because if that’s where she was inevitably going to end up, she  NEEDS  to know it’ll live up to it’s  horrific  standards.

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mekacalled:

there’s no hiding the way her nose wrinkles for a moment, face twisting in unspoken judgement before her expression clears again. feigned surprise blooms across her face, dark gaze flicking between the game and the girl before a sugar sweet smile pulls at her lips.  ‘ i don’t know how to play that game. you go first, show me how it’s done. ’ 

ugh, the smile. it was almost disgusting. it only further proved that wednesday would love to  PLAY  with the girl.   ‘ it’s a two player game. ’   she could play it alone, but really, where was the fun in that?   ‘ you can be the  HANGER  or the  HANGEE.  --  take your pick. ’

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jvnkienichols:

As if it wasn’t bad enough that she didn’t have a fucking clue where she was, now there was some creepy ass kid in front of her holding out a damn piece of rope. “Is that a fuckin’ noose?” Her voice was laced with disbelief. What the hell kind of place had she been taken to? “Look, kid, that shit ain’t normal. What happened to playin’ fuckin’ Angry Birds, huh?”

her attention flickered between the rope in her hand  &  the woman at the question.   ‘ yes. ’   what was wrong with her carrying around a noose? plus, where was the fun in being  NORMAL?  a pause as she thought about the second question, head tilting  SLIGHTLY.   ‘ we could play angry birds. if you help me catch some birds. ’   &  get her hands on a slingshot, but that was a problem for  AFTER  they got the necessary ammo.

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without pugsley... without lurch  &  uncle fester around to torture, wednesday was suffering from an almost  DEADLY  case of boredom. which   (  obviously meant  )   she required new victims friends. a rope tied  NICELY  into a noose was held out, nothing but her trademarked blank stare on her face.   ‘ i’m bored. ’   a slight pause as she watched the other.   ‘ want to play hangman? ’

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@ratherdclightful cont from x

it was a strange concept  --  her doing someone elses hair  &  not actually  MINDING  doing so. she wasn’t exactly a fan of human contact unless it included a bit of  PAIN  but yet here she was, sitting in   (  extremely  )   close proximity with another being, her fingers combing through the others hair.   ‘ practice. ’   the   (  ever so helpful  )   advice coming out a  LITTLE  disinterested as she began parting the girls hair. considering she could do her hair with her eyes closed, she’s more than sure wendy would be able to do it herself  EVENTUALLY.   ‘ but you’re welcome. ’   as much as she  WOULDN’T  ever admit it out loud, she would be quite happy to do this more often  --  maybe not so much the hair, but spending time with the girl.   ‘ is it just on yourself? or do you not know how at all? ’   a pause as she quickly reconsiders what’s about to leave her mouth.   ‘ you can practice on mine if you need. ’   how  SWEET.

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ratherdclightful:

“well, we have only just got here, you know. ENTRANCE HALLS are always much duller than the rest of the house.” she reaches out to pinch the other girl’s arm. “did that hurt? if it did, then we are still alive.” or does that only work for DREAMS? “which means you can get started on your list. you know, one thing i have always wished to do is fly in an air plane. it looks like tremendous fun.” that — & she wants to compare it to the real thing.

‘ i don’t know.  --  ours was  PRETTY  exciting. ’   considering you got greeted by   (  almost  )   frankensteins monster himself. brows furrowed, attention moving to the others touch. it didn’t hurt, no, but it was unwanted physical contact.  THATS  what the   (  slight  )   cringe was referring to.   ‘ i have a high pain tolerance. ’   with the amount of pain she  &  pugsley inflict on each other, it would be almost impossible not to.   ‘ you’ve never been on a plane? ’   not everyone has a family as rich as yours, wednesday. 

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fuckncggets:

       mike’s smile finally vanishes, struck more than a little uncomfortable by that comment. i’ve lived enough. hell no, far from it. “ DEATH is what’s overrated in your community, emo kid. ” he reaches out to ruffle her hair, much to her chagrin, he’s sure. good. “ still not gonna let you prance around by yourself, though. gotta prove yourself a good survivalist first. ” actually, he’s just going to linger until he gets bored, but close enough. “ oh, sunday!! damn, you’re right, how could i forget?? hashtag sexy sunday is my favorite, thanks for correcting me. humpday’s still a close second, though. ”

‘ i’m not emo. ’   it’s not like she  WANTS  to be dead exactly. it’s not like suicide has ever come to her mind as anything more than an over-exaggeration of being  DONE  with pugsleys shit, she just didn’t want to, you know, be apart of his little  TOUR.  an easy mistake to make.   ‘ if i wanted to kill myself i would have done it by now. ’   after all, she’s not scared of death.   ‘ i know how to kill someone forty-two different ways with just my hands. i’m sure i’ll survive without you. ’   she could thank the judo lessons her father forced her into, but really it was mostly just fester  --  so who even knows if all forty-two ways  ACTUALLY  work.   ‘ sexy sunday? that’s a thing? ’   &  this is why she doesn’t talk to people. 

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notalesbian:

          ❛ NO! it wasn’t me; it was the actual murderer. ❜ audrey took more offense to that assumption than she should’ve. the fact that she had to take some time to think about the simple YES OR NO question said a lot about her. ❛ no? no. ❜ she was the reason for the murders but she didn’t do any murdering. that didn’t count, right? right.

‘ so you’re not the murderer. ’   well  THAT  was disappointing. still, she was pretty interested in the whole situation.   ‘ you don’t sound sure. ’   are you a psychologist now, wednesday?   ‘ do you have something to  CONFESS? ’   maybe someone elses sins will compare to hers.   ‘ you have my complete confidentiality. ’   a quick cross drawn over her own chest with her finger, a silent cross my heart.   ‘  &  hope to die. ’   can’t say that promise will keep her from opening her mouth though, it’s a pretty desirable fate.

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ratherdclightful:

“well, you know, people say it is only the next great adventure.” ‘ people ’ was, of course, a rather LOOSE term for one pre-pubescent boy. “though i don’t know if i really believe that. i suppose if we are dead, then i must begin to believe it.” but if this was death, it felt an awful lot like being alive: confusing yet still mundane. “you have a list? might i ask what is on it?”

she just nods at the comment, not really needing to acknowledge it with a verbal response. it was definitely an adventure she would like to go on though.   ‘ if this is death i would rather be alive. ’   &  that was saying something considering how much she  YEARNED  for the end of her life. at least she would be in familiar territory  &  have her family.   ‘ it’s a long list. ’   one filled with a  LOT  of torment of others.

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hellainsane:

          ❛ FAIR. ❜ she’s officially somewhat spooked though she still wants to believe that this girl is only kidding & she hasn’t actually tasted human flesh before. ❛ parents. always getting all up in your shit and ruining everything. ❜ if SHE were a cannibal and if SHE had a sibling, she’d eat them just to get rid of them despite what her parents thought. ❛ where’d you make him disappear to? the bermuda triangle? ❜

it wasn’t as if they snacked on  COMPLETE  human bodies from time to time, lurch just liked to make  LADY  FINGERS  for special occasions.   ‘ it would take too long to eat him. i could force him into grandmama’s couldron... maybe an acid bath. ’   something to  DOWNGRADE  the size of the boy.   ‘ you don’t return from the bermuda triangle. ’   which was a lie considering uncle fester  DID  survive  &  make his way home.   ‘ maybe next time.  --  i could practice on you? ’

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hatespecple:

Torture and torment? Now that made April’s ears perk up. She looks over to the young girl sitting next to her and obviously recognizes that she is in no way twenty-one. How adorable, she thinks, she is so much like younger me. April looks over to her with a huge, creepy grin plastered on her face. “Oh my god,” she exclaims in her monotone voice. “I love torture. You have to tell me your favorite method of doing it.” 

brows raised   (  ever so slightly  )   at the others interest in  HER  interests. it was about time that there was someone around here who didn’t look at her like she was absolutely  CRAZY. amazing.  ‘ that depends. ’   depends on the day, her mood, the person, etc.   ‘ the rack. ’   a pause.   ‘ or electrocution.  --  do you have a favorite? ’

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ratherdclightful:

was she really halfway across the globe? hard to believe, but stranger things had happened to her. “that is … a possibility. i must say i’d hoped to do a few more things with my life before i died, but — the prospect is a little FREEING, don’t you think?” no one expected anything of the dead ( not even that they stay sleeping in the ground ) & so she could do whatever she wanted.

‘ of course. death is the most freeing situation to be in. ’   except, you know, when you’re  ACTUALLY  dead  &  stuck six feet under ground. still, at least you had no responsibilities when you were dead... unless of course you were buried in the addams cemetary, then you always ran the risk of being dug up by  SOMEONE.   ‘  --  but i agree. i don’t have even  HALF  of my bucket list ticked off. ’

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notalesbian:

          ❛ SOMETHING TELLS ME that he won’t appreciate being buried alive —— again. ❜ but maybe it’d make a difference since she’d be the one burying him instead of some psychopath behind a mask! ❛ he was stalking me. ❜ not true. not entirely. ❛ and being nosy. and he thought that i was some CRAZED MURDERER. ❜

she perked up   (  only a little  ),   brows raising slightly at the comment.   ‘ you’ve buried him alive before? ’   maybe she should stop doubting those she deemed  NORMAL.  apparently even they have a sadistic side to them. something she could definitely appreciate.   ‘  ARE YOU  a crazed murderer? ’   she’s always wanted a serial killer as a friend. unfortunately being just pen-pals with charles manson didn’t fill that void.

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wcshington:

he quirked a brow at THAT comment. were it him, he would be DESPERATE to find his sisters. of course, he realized that not many were as protective as HE was. he respected that. “ i’m sure he’ll wander his way back here EVENTUALLY, darlin’. “ he drawled, fingers already reaching for another cigarette as soon as the question had left her lips. he handed one over, patting his pockets until he located his lighter. “ you sure? these things are KILLER, you know? “ a JOKE, of course, before he returned his attention to her. “ so what landed YOU in seattle, hon? doesn’t really seem like your scene. but THEN, what do I know? “

she was protective of puglsey  &  he of her, but maybe not in the same sense that josh was with his sisters. you know, more so in a  --  they’re  MINE  to set fire to, kinda deal.   ‘ maybe. ’   &  if he doesn’t, well, that’s something for their parents to deal with.   ‘ i know. it’s what makes them desirable. ’   she stared down at the cigarette in her hand for a moment. she wasn’t really a smoker, surprisingly it wasn’t something she had ever picked up from her father, but why refuse death when it’s literally handed to you?   (  even if she  DID  ask for it  ).   ‘ passed out  -- ’   or so she thinks. though 2,000 volts through your body tends to do that.   ‘ woke up here. ’   but, out of curiosity...   ‘ so what is my scene then? ’   probably, you know, a funeral.

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notalesbian:

          ❛ NOTED. ❜ literally. kind of. she needs to know this stuff in case anyone else starts assuming things they shouldn’t or in case anyone else wants to put a big ol’ PRIME SUSPECT sticker underneath her picture. because that’s the way to get people to stop suspecting you, right audrey? ❛ any other tips and tricks up your sleeve? ❜ she asks rhetorically though she won’t complain if the other actually does offer her more advice.

‘ that depends what you want to know.  --  if the   p o i s o n   doesn’t work... when burying someone alive, it is most humane to do so  AFTER  they eat so they don’t starve as well. ’   because that should totally go hand in hand with the whole kidnapping situation.   ‘ but, i’m curious,  WHY  did you kidnap your friend? ’

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hatespecple:

April had found a divey bar in an alley and decided to pop in for a drink or two. The dim lighting and cobwebs mangled across the ceiling reminded her of a witch’s den which made it into the perfect setting to drink her sorrows away. She was confused and a little scared about her new setting. Not knowing how or why she was even there made for a situation that caused the most discomfort she ever felt. All she wanted was to get back to Pawnee and hear her husband sing to her. 

She was on her fifth glass of wine for the evening and was beginning to feel the warm buzz throughout her. With her finger trailing along the rim of the glass she decided to do something she never would usually do- purposely spark up a conversation with a stranger. “I just wanna make fun of stupid people while I get drunk. You know? Those are my two true passions.” She spoke into nowhere, slurring her speech a little, speaking to whoever would listen. 

she definitely wasn’t old enough to be drinking, especially in their current environment, but getting her own way, one way or another, was something wednesday was pretty damn good at. the last thing she wanted was to end up in a conversation with a  STRANGER   (  in which a bar  PROBABLY  wasn’t the best place for that  )   but the topic of the conversation? that’s something she could be down for. hands wrapped around her glass, she looked over at the woman, attention sitting on her as she just  STARED.   ‘ mine are torture  &  torment. ’   a pause.   ‘ but i suppose making fun of people works too. ’