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“You- yeah, I do recognize you, you’re the woman who introduces the horror movies on uh- I forgot what channel. You’ve seen The Thing From Another World, right?”
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@elvira-macabre // sc
“You- yeah, I do recognize you, you’re the woman who introduces the horror movies on uh- I forgot what channel. You’ve seen The Thing From Another World, right?”
@elvira-macabre
Thing had insisted that he take an umbrella with him on his walk, but no attempt had been made to actually use it for its intended purpose. Freezing rain droplets soak into his hair and slide down his face. Drip, drip. The chill that runs through his entire being brings a content smile to his lips as he quietly appreciates the way the wind howls through the private cemetery.
As if he were taking a peaceful stroll, the Addams patriarch continues on, a spring in his step. The umbrella twirls in his grasp, a playful action that displayed his current state of mind. No matter what his mood, gloomy weather such as this always improved it.
The rumbling of thunder echoes overhead and he only has to wait a second or two before the welcome sight of lightening illuminates the skies. His mouth stretches into a grin until it seems like his cheeks might just crack. Without wanting to waste the opportunity, he swiftly opens the umbrella and holds it high above his head. Lightning was attracted to the tallest items in an area, so he could only hope that it would strike hard tonight!
Fingers crossed!
He stands on the one spot for a moment, raising onto tiptoes and waving the object around as if trying to draw the weather’s focus to him. He knew this sometimes took time and patience, so he tried his best not to lose interest too quickly.
The battering rain runs down his forehead and into his eyes, causing him to squint. His tongue flicks against his teeth, enjoying every second spent in the storm. However, a quiet sound from somewhere nearby captures his attention and he spins around to see what it could be. A shadow figure stands in the distance, near a row of stones. It was difficult to see through the rain, but he could just about make out a familiar hairstyle...
“Elvira?”
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❝I like your outfit.❞ Her voice might have been dull, monotone even, but she meant every word. She admired her choice of fashion, as she was one to dress in black all of the time herself. This woman really took it to the next level with her hair, and she liked it.
"How do you already look like you’re over this conversation?" //Hey, I hope this is ok =)
“Hmm. Let me see.” Wednesday sighed and gestured towards the party happening behind them. “I’m being forced by my parents to attend this gaudy party. Forced to interact with their guests. I am indubitably already over this conversation”
//yes, of course! Always.
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🫂 - Who is your top five (ten, twenty) favorite characters?
(In no particular order)
Black Noir - The Boys
Drusilla - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Zevran - Dragon Age: Origins
Helen Shivers - I Know What You Did Last Summer
Moira Rose - Schitt's Creek
Bart Curlish - Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency
🍃 - If you had to pick a season for it to be all year long, what would you pick?
Autumn for sure! Give me chilly spooky vibes 24/7. I'd love to live in a perpetual fall filled with coffee, comfy sweaters, and nice weather.
@elvira-macabre ;••••; asked▬
"Now the fun has just begun!"
It had all happened before, Children of the Night rolled into town, identified by the tour bus, each side painted with a vampire’s sharp-toothed mouth wide open as if just before it clamps down on the neck of a victim. Every heart raced for the excitement the vampiric group with their haunting melodies and visceral metaphors of life, longing, religion and death produced paintings over each chord -- how the leader of the group, simply going by ‘Vlad’ these days, was able to stir the mind and make the insides of every mortal yield to a pull at their insides by the sound of his voice.
Vlad and his creations would sometimes barge in at clubs and bars to create a stir. Fans fawned over them, clutched at them with desperation to just touch the hem of the leader’s leather jacket and hope that would bring them some gratification.
Ah, but for these fans with their endless praises, his name on their tongue like a prayer, the sultry voice and the stunning woman attached to it stood out on the other end of the bar. The sea of fans became a blur and she drew in the vampire.
“It certainly has...now.” Vlad cooed, leaning his forearms on the bar, leaving an empty bar seat between them. “For being dead, I do bring life to the party, no?”
❝Are you one of these guys that tries to one-up everybody else’s story?❞
@elvira-macabre || MEME || ACCEPTING
❝Darlin’, I don’t NEED to one-up anyone’s story. I’m creating my OWN. I’m the one everyone is just buzzing about.❞
( @elvira-macabre - I whipped this up after seeing your post… Hope you like! )