#wednesdcy

[pivotalmarka]

❛ I THINK YOU'RE PASSING UP A GREAT OPPORTUNITY . you belong with witches , not monsters . not that there's anything wrong with them , but you deserve to be among your actual peers , not people with completely different needs than yours . ━━━━━━━━ 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 , 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 ? that seems more . . . up your alley . ❜ gaze quickly flickers up &* down her outfit before returning to her face . another charming smile , even if it feels completely useless with her . ❛ you could learn how to control those nasty visions of yours . NO ONE SHOULD GO THROUGH THAT ALONE , @wednesdcy . ❜

[ofpar1ahs]

                        𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 

@wednesdcy asked: ❛ how did you find me? ❜ ( robin )

                  SHE   WAS   HARDLY   EVER   QUIET,   AND   KNEW   SHE   WOULD   BLOW   it   eventually.   Still,   part   of   her   was   captivated   by   the   strange   girl   before   her.   She   was   different,   dressed   differently   (much   like   someone   she   had   met   at   school,   just   opposite   ends   of   the   color   spectrum),   and   acted   in   her   own   way   that   she   saw   fit.   She   was…   her.   Her   own.   It   took   guts,   or   rather,   maybe   it   didn’t.   Robin   didn’t   know.   She   only   recently   started   to   be   her   own   self,   and   as   freeing   as   that   felt,   there   was   still   a   part   of   her   hidden   away.   

               ELECTRIC   BLUE   WATCHED   AS   THE   OTHER   WANDERED   AROUND   THE   GRAVEYARD   as   if   searching   for   something   she   knew   she   wouldn’t   find,   or   maybe   just   lost   in   thought.   However,   as   soon   as   her   voice   broke   the   heavy   silence,   Robin   jumped.   Honestly,   it   just   hit   her   how   wild   and   creepy   it   was   that   she   had   been   watching,   and   unknowingly,   following   her   path.   Robin   sucked   in   her   lower   lip   between   teeth   with   eyes   looking   at   her   back—-   she   had   spoken   to   her   without   even   turning   around,   “   Oh!   Uh—   um,   I   dunno.   I   guess   I   just   had   a   feeling   this   would   be   a   place   you’d   like   to   come   to?   ”   she   shook   her   head,   “   I   mean   not   that   I’m   judging   or   anything.   I   guess,   uh…   leave   it   at   a   feeling.   ”

[anelitistsnob]

DARK STORMY BLUE & WARM BURNT ORANGE wednesday addams & xavier thorpe for @wednesdcy because their love colour tests made me smile

[matriiiarch]

@wednesdcy​​ asked:  ’ Hand me that drill over there, will you? ’

LIDS FLUTTERED WILDLY FOR A BRIEF SECOND at Wednesday's request, a mixture of thrill and surprise gracefully crossing expression. Natural instincts wonder what the young girl might need such a thing for, normally, her daughter preferred more creative means should it be anything related to her brother. Then again, she did excel at carpentry when making her own guillotine before the age of 6. ❝ Of course, dear. ❞ She obliges the request, handing over the power drill. ❝ May I ask what it's for this time? ❞

[anelitistsnob]

@wednesdcy​ asked: 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out .

brows furrow over peering eyes, focused on the most miniscule of changes in wednesdays expression. he'd always liked to think he could read a person just by looking at them, see all the truth in their eyes alone. with her however, it was a different story. he couldn't even pretend to know what was going on inside of that macabre head, not for a lack of trying. he keeps steady, aiming for as close to accurate read as possible before opening his mouth. for a person who made many comments without thinking them through, always hoping he'd land in the ballpark of where he was aiming, xavier wasn't particularly in the mood to get shut down again.

" what's wrong ? " what was hopefully not a downright stupid question to ask, immediately had follow up as his back straightened out to see her at a slightly different angle. " are you hurt ? " there was a part of him that wanted to take credit for being able to figure out the cause of her unfamiliarly strained disposition or by simply knowing her well enough. however while a thought or intention was easy to hide behind faces & words, a large wound dripping blood onto the hardwood was far less inconspicuous. & the latter was more than likely to be the key to him putting puzzle pieces together.

" wednesday, what happened to you ? why --- ? " his tone shifted from curiosity to concern followed by a heavy sigh, as xavier took several steps closer to investigate first what looked like a nasty injury, then her eyes once more. voice silences, his expression pleading with her to give some kind of real answer as to what happened, & why she didn't speak up sooner. if she could even decipher that that was what he was asking from his expression & fumbling of words alone. whether or not she'd share that information was her choice, but he wouldn't take no answers laying down.

[forgaeven1]

‘  takes  one  to  know  one.  ’ ( tyler )

there is a cruel smile that drags across his face—

something inside of him bangs, like a fist against the door. it thumps thunderously. tyler wonders who that might be : is it laurel gates and her getawayfrommegetawayfromme touches, is it the hyde, or is the boy that tyler felt he'd buried alongside mom when they lowered that casket six feet under ? these days, it's hard to tell the difference. maybe it's something new altogether. not the boy his mom loved, not the kid laurel had picked up, and not the altogether monster that he became whenever the conditions are met. maybe he's something crueler, something to despise, something abhorrent — because if he's not all of those, then he's only simply a killer. and that ...

tyler can't think it like that; can't think that he has names attached to the blood that's dripping from his hands. he chose this. this is what he has become. there is no way to go but forward. might as well embrace it — right ?

❛ you think we're the same, wednesday ? ❜ he scoffs, unimpressed; his temper is simmering underneath his skin. a curse; a blessing. ❛ tell me again — how many people have you killed by ripping out their organs clean ? ❜

midnights.

[ofpar1ahs]

                         𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 

@wednesdcy asked: ❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ ( jonathan )

               IT   WASN’T   LIKE   HE   WASN’T   USED   TO   BEING   SHOT   DOWN,   but   this   one   stung   for   some   reason.   Why?   He   wasn’t   quite   so   sure   himself.   Maybe   he   thought   it   could   be   different…   to   be   accepted   without   a   second   thought.   But,   no   he   wouldn’t   be.   He   was   a   freak,   a   weirdo,   a   stranger   in   a   town   he   lived   in.   Whatever.   Despite   the   sting   of   the   rejected   help,   the   sadness   with   it—   there   was   a   bit   of   anger   boiled   within   his   stomach.   Anger   or   rage?   There   was   a   difference   of   course,   and   he   had   felt   rage   when   others   spoke   against   his   mother   and   brother.   Something   he   had   felt   once,  more   so   acted   upon   once.   Never   again.   He   wouldn’t.   This   right   now   was   not   rage.   Just   anger,   perhaps.   Now   he   was   confused.   Instead   of   deciding   on   anger   or   rage,   it   had   become   a   question   of   anger   or   sadness.   Or,   maybe   he   was   just   reading   too   much   in   a   simple   sentence.

               REALIZING   HE   HAD   JUST   BEEN   STANDING   BEFORE   HER   FOR   A   LONG   time   as   he   ran   through   his   thoughts,   Jonathan   cleared   his   throat.   He   shrugged   his   shoulder   a   little   to   push   the   strap   of   his   bag   further   up   it,   “   Right.   Got   it,   ”   a   firm   nod,   “   Uh,   yeah   I   guess   if   you   change   your   mind…   ”   he   trailed   off,   knowing   well   enough   it   more   than   likely   wouldn’t   change.

[sindicate]

i’m telling you more people are going to die. ( bucky )

          it's  a  statement  he's  not  ready  to  accept ,  a  truth  that  will  be  too  much  to  handle  ―  another  gush  of  countless  deaths  on  his  hands ,  the  never ending  torture .    "  and  i'm  telling  you  they  won't ,  okay ?  not  if  i  can  do  something  about  it .  "    whatever  it  takes ,  he  meant  it .  a  restless  leg  won't  stop  until  he  figures  something  out .    "  do  you  have  anything  in  mind ? can you see anything ?  "

↪ 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 . — @wednesdcy