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woednesdayaddams asked:

❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜

❝ Well, they won't see me coming then. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴇꜱᴛɪᴍᴀᴛɪɴɢ someone is the worst thing you can do. ❞

#woednesdayaddams #v; { 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖊 | 𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓 }

@woednesdayaddams asked: “ what happened? ” for scout

“One minute I was walking, the next minute I wasn’t walking.” Scout’s lips pursed from her place on ground, clearly unhappy with what had just unfolded. Luckily there weren’t too many other students around to have witnessed her gravity-induced disaster. The shifter pushed herself up, regaining her feet, brushing her hands off on her skirt. “I suspect foul play.” She was joking, mostly. Because no matter what form she was in, she wasn’t the most graceful of creatures.

#woednesdayaddams #general ;; answered #replies ;; scout

despite not being a shapeshifter, wednesday addams has proved herself to be … different. she's slowly backing away towards a corner of the room, obsidians fixed on vivienne. instead of words being uttered, all that comes out are muffled growls – demonic in pitch, but uttermost mundane at its core. no thoughts swirling inside her brain, just static noises which come out wrong. // i saw a post abt viv and shapeshifters… this is wednesday's response…

claws unsheathe, hair stands on end, and fangs bare vivienne isn’t scared, not at all, but more so caught off guard. like a cat reacting to crinkling plastic, eyes widen and she scoots back a pace. vivienne watches. intrigued ; curiosity has been properly piqued. even though she withdraws and stares, she’s not scared at all. instead, she’s observing ... the cogs in her brain hiss and whir as she tries to understand. but she can’t quite. she gets the gist enough, so in a piss - poor but earnest attempt, she opens her mouth and tries to mimic the static. it’s all wet and throaty and gargly, but it’s so honest and pure. she coughs. “ how do you do that ??? ”

#SHES SOOOOO #THEYRE BOTH SOOOO #WOEDNESDAYADDAMS #INBOX.

@woednesdayaddams asked: " i may not be the moon but i can make you howl, sinclair. "

‘ i can't tell if you're flirting with me or threatening me... ’ lips pulled into that infamous fanged grin. slowly lowering himself to her level. head falling to a tilt with a jangle of his earring , cerulean eyes gleaming at the challenge. ‘ by all means , do your worst , addams ’

#woednesdayaddams #the way i cackled.#⁽ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ ʰᵃˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵐᶦᵍʰᵗʸ ᵇᵃʳᵏ ⁾ ; ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ

@woednesdayaddams asked: 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react

Eli’s chin turned up as his breath hitched. It took effort not to shut his eyes in fear. He hated this school but -

Eli swallowed. “So. Did I do something wrong here?”

#woednesdayaddams #v;beyondboardingschool

Cat’s Out of the Bag (Closed rp)

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“Well, it’s hard to explain,” Sam said, with a sheepish look on his face, “My brother and I, well, we’re hunters. We hunt monsters, rouge angels, demons, and ghosts. We try to help everyone, but sometimes, it doesn’t work, but most of the time, it works out. Not always as planned, but we take the victories we can.”

#The Moose of a Hunter: {Sam Winchester}#closed rp #woednesdayaddams

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❝ YOU KNOW, I'VE BEEN HEARING YOU PLAY YOUR CELLO late at night. It's been beautiful, honestly. Usually I get a lot of complaints with loud music being played so late at night and yet, you seem to be mesmerizing the entire hall. ❞

#woednesdayaddams #nevermore —— (verse 001).

i saw you standing in the shadows and your eyes were blue

you put your hand out, opened the door

you said, come with me, boy, you'll live another day more

IN A LAND FAR AWAY, as all good stories begin, the taverns rang with merriment. cups of ale and wine lifted as the patrons sang of the songs brought to their towns by a traveling bard. It spun a perilous adventure, a fellowship of heroes come together through blood, steel and magic. The would-be king and his knight, slaying creatures, saving villages, rewarded with women and gold. The barmaids sang the one of the powerful mage who took revenge a lord, willful and just, narrowly escaping her fate. The fae folk carried the ballad of the tragic elven hero who spoke out against injustice for his people and avenged his fathers death. But you see, you cant always believe the songs of a bard.

Marquis Caedmon Byrone was not a hero nor was his knight. He had spent his life gazing out of his gold cage, the scars of his stubborn will marred his flesh. his only friends were a whip, a sword and his guardsman, Ser William. The boy had become friends out of circumstance, brothers over time. When Duke Byrone decided that it was time for his son to marry, Caedmon had to make a choice. He had escaped out the window of his wealth and title, denouncing his place as heir—and offered his knight the same choice.

stay and keep your honor or come with me and leave it all behind

For Ser William, it was never a choice. He had nothing to go back to except a violent father and a lonely oath. He was raised to protect the boy so he would keep that vow. He would follow him to the ends of earth. With nothing left to lose, the two men set off to write their own destiny. Despite the tales, they were not heroes but mercenaries for the highest bidders. They turned the tides of war and government, chased down bounties and vendettas, slayed creatures for kingdoms so long as they were paid handsomely. Their deeds not from the goodness of their hearts but the weight of their coin purses.

Edward Munson hadnt been what they had in mind. A lower class man born into a family barely scraping by as blacksmiths. His father was a criminal, his uncle tried to keep the boy out of trouble but trouble had found him in the form of beautiful maiden. Edward found her body mangled, broken and all eyes were on him. To escape the gallows, he left his home and took up his dream of being a bard. As fate would have it, his paths crossed with the two sellswords who saved him from bandits. And much to their dismay, Edward decided that they would be his muses—and protection from the world he had yet to know.

Along the way, they would come across the feisty mage who tried to take control of her own destiny as well. While there was lord who wanted to wed Lady Annette, the song had omitted several truths. It had not spoken of her capture by the mercenaries who would return her to her ill-gotten fate for gold. It did not speak of the shackles and minced words, the sudden change of heart and the bodies of men left in their wake. After all, the bard spoke of heroes and the mage knew them as captors. She had no where to go and despite the mens objections, she joined their party.

The tales of their travels had become songs and songs became whispers. Echoes had reached the ears of an elf, tragically the only one left of his bloodline. The elven had fallen from grace as humans started their wars, the Harringtons had been the last of the high elven nobles left on the continent. His parents spoke out against injustice, wanting better lives for their people. It made them targets for those who benefited from keeping the status quo. Unfortunately his family was murdered in cold blood and his wealth meant nothing if he had no one to share it with. In an act of vengeance, Lord Stephan set out to find the infamous mercenaries and pay them to aid in slaying the one responsible for his family's demise.

The oracle was much the same, though songs of her were not so merry. You see, the woman had a dark secret she kept close to her chest, a darkness that resided within her very soul. A daughter was born into a noble family of great renown and a suitor made himself known quickly. Her father turned the man away, refusing to make such a choice for his daughter who had just been born. With his pride injured, the man found a sorcerer to curse their daughter and she took the name 'woes-day'. Lady Wednesdays curse would only be lifted upon the death of the one who cursed her. Keeping her plight a secret, she offered riches to the mercenaries to deliver her safely to a new land, leaving them unaware of the dangers that lie ahead.

and so the saga of their adventures begin where they started, traveling an unknown path made of blood, magic and steel. The bard carries their legacy across the land and oceans, bringing tales of hope and escape to those who may never cross their paths. Yet the truth is that all of them seek to change their fates, none of them know what lies ahead.

now chant the tales and legends told

strengthened by the hymns of old

weathered as this winding road is long

so we sing our traveler's song