❝ you... look like shit. are you okay? ❞
✱ sc ( x ) - ft. @godbarks
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❝ you... look like shit. are you okay? ❞
✱ sc ( x ) - ft. @godbarks
@godbarks ASKED, hc + wardrobe , wednesday .
wednesday’s wardrobe is actually very simple ? she doesn’t have a lot of colorful things as she prefers dark colors like dark green , a deep maroon , or darker purple. black or red is preferred over all. she has a lot of vintage cloths as well, authentic to the decade they came from as she’s spent good money && time to preserve them over the decades && even some from when she was younger. in modern times, she does have more modern items of clothing, but she makes an effort to mix in older items to better fit how she wants to dress. dark colors , vintage items , velvet , lace , corsets — all of it plays into her specific style !
@godbarks ASKED, 𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 / 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃 . > 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 -> 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚 ( 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃 ... ? )
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐎 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 upon ? so many were used to the turning of the world that they grew bored of it && what’s worse than a bored immortal ? not much good can come of it—something wednesday can personally attest to. however, they were entertaining to attend nonetheless if you’re into violence , blood , && occasional death. before coming wednesdsy had briefed wells on the danger he was walking into, what he needed to do to make sure he had a pulse by the end of it. ( if she claimed him as her own no other vampire could touch him nor take liberties. wells would be off limits && for some that would unbearable to restrain from. being 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓭 something makes the want for it greater. ) ; cold hand grasps onto his as they weave their way through an unassuming meat market. to a door they go, something is said to the guard, && the door is opened to allow the pulsing, rattling noise on the other end. cheering , booing , && music that shook the inside of your skull. ❝ remember what I said ! ❞ yelled over all of it, ❝ stick with me ! only me ! ❞ or they’ll eat you . . play with you . . or stick you in the fighting pit. eyes behold two of her kind going head to head, a hand in someone else’s mouth && with a 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙺 a fang comes undone && blood spewing from their mouth. ❝ good god — ❞ says wednesday but with a smirk !
WELLS SAID : you're gonna whack me? huh? me? / @godbarks
❝ jesus fuck — if y' keep testin' me then i sure the hell will ! ❞ the way she sees it, wells is like a fly that buzzes ever - insistently by her head. calamity grits her teeth and whirls around from the counter [ she's been trying to make herself something to eat since she got here, ] to face him. he's got an absolutely shit - eating grin on his face . . . one that's just begging for a quick flick. still, she's careful to keep her voice at an annoyed hiss as to not alert jimmy and the others in the living room of their spat. the last thing she needs is the rest of them getting involved. besides, this isn't unusual for the two of them when they end up under the same roof. they don't need any outside input. calamity stares him down for one more lingering minute before turning to rifle through the fridge. ❝ the fuck are you doin' in here anyway, huh ? ❞ it's a rhetorical question. cheap blonde curls are tossed over her shoulder, tone growing snider by the second. god, the shit she does for a hit . . . she deserves extra for entertaining one of jimmy's strays. ❝ — i mean, don't you have to go flirt with the big boys to avoid gettin' your own dick shoved down your throat or somethin' ? ❞
WELLS SAID : you look cute all frazzled like this. / @godbarks
❝ — oh, you're so full of shit . . . ❞ the urge to chase her words with an I HATE YOU is strong, but ultimately fades due to how tight her chest gets. not once has she ever been called cute ; not even in the joking sense like wells is doing now [ at least, she thinks it's a joke. ]. calamity peers at him from behind her messy mane of curls, face half obscured by the pillow she's had her face shoved in for the past seven hours or so. he almost looks cherubic like this, similarly buried in bedsheets and still - heavy with sleep. and it almost feels like nothing could go wrong, even though just her being here puts him in danger. it's then, while examining the curve of his cheek, that she realizes she's left him hanging. ❝ and y' look a mess too, ya know. ❞ which isn't entirely true. not to her extent of smudged makeup and too - big curls in need of taming. she shifts slightly, moving her arm out from beneath her to push the front pieces of her lion's mane back. from there, she gazes down at him . . . smiling only slightly. ❝ — stop your starin'. ❞
✿ !!!
pre-established relationship meme ( x ) ft. @godbarks
@godbarks ASKED, ❛ 𝒊 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈. ❜ 𝒓𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 ..
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘. so much of life spent devoid of one thing or another && after years of it it often leaves you with nothing but wanting. so often was she shut up away from the world as others whispered in her ears, while she saw things no one else did. cast aside if they knew but hardly ever actually embraced. human touch, human affection , was what riley had 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓭 so violently ! now with wells it seemed that she got it whenever it was needed or even when it wasn’t. his words bring out a slight chuckle to her lips, fingertip touching against her lips as eyes watch him hover over her. a moment is taken to search his features as she often did with the people she meets: ❝ is that a promise, then ? you don’t wanna be someone who makes false promises . . ❞ all said in the nature of egging him on, on getting to what she wanted sooner. riley wanted to be devoured , she wanted to be fucked until her legs gave out && mind was exhausted. ( to which was a rare occasion for someone exhausted day in && day out. tonight was different. ) ❝ do it then, ❞ she says with her growing smirk, opened legs. ❝ make me shake, make me scream. fuck me until you can’t anymore. ❞
@godbarks ASKED, hc + peace , pietra
pietra struggles with not only feeling peace but the idea of it as well. the only time in her short existence that she felt true peace was when she was in westview, her home, but then even that got taken from her. after that, she just felt kinda lost ? she didn’t know who she was , what she was suppose to do , or her purpose — she wanted so bad to have her family , to have that peace restored but . . even after everything she did during MoM && with her mother she’ll never , likely , actually have that peace. she can try to find peace elsewhere like in learning about her magic or her heritage or even with people like friends or peter. but, those will only be partial moments or aspects of peace and not the real one she feels she needs && wants the most.