[toxicnursery]

「 𝑇𝑂𝑋𝐼𝐶𝑁𝑈𝑅𝑆𝐸𝑅𝑌: an independent & semi-selective single-muse portrayal of wednesday addams from the addams family / netflix’s wednesday. canon divergent. heavily headcanon based.

( penned by: lea. twenty-two. she / her. pst. )

interactions open to mutuals & ocs. 21+ only.

my favorite hyde: @reluctanthyde

read guidelines & rules before interacting! 」

[ceeyoutea]

You're like a cockroach. Please, flattery will get you nowhere.

[gloomglimmer]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (  pt  1.  the  art  of  touch  )   Set  the  stage  for  longing  glances,  lingering  touches,  and  the  quiet  tension  of  unspoken  words.   ✧  ˚₊  Themes:  soft,  slow  burn  &  a  touch  of  angst 

✧     ›    SOFT   &   FLUFFY   .

My  muse  tucks  a  loose  strand  of  hair  behind  your  muse’s  ear,  their  fingers  lingering  for  a  second  longer  than  necessary.

My  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse’s  shoulder  during  a  long  ride.

My  muse  surprises  your  muse  with  breakfast  in  bed,  complete  with  a  handwritten  note.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  under  their  umbrella  during  a  sudden  downpour.

My  muse  gently  wipes  away  a  tear  from  your  muse’s  cheek,  their  touch  tender  and  careful.

My  muse  laces  their  fingers  with  your  muse’s  absentmindedly,  only  realizing  it  after  a  few  seconds.

 ✧     ›    TENSION   &   SLOW  BURN   .

My  muse  fixes  your  muse’s  tie/dress/jacket,  their  hands  brushing  against  their  skin  for  just  a  moment.

My  muse  leans  in  as  if  to  whisper  something,  their  lips  dangerously  close  to  your  muse’s  ear.

My  muse  catches  your  muse’s  wrist  before  they  can  leave,  their  grip  tightening  just  slightly.

My  muse  watches  your  muse  from  across  the  room,  their  gaze  lingering  even  when  caught.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  bet,  knowing  exactly  what  they’ll  ask  for  if  they  win.

My  muse  absentmindedly  plays  with  your  muse’s  fingers  while  they  talk,  not  even  realizing  they’re  doing  it.

✧     ›    ANGST   &   EMOTIONAL   .

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  into  a  tight  hug,  as  if  afraid  to  let  go.

My  muse  wipes  away  the  blood  from  your  muse’s  face,  their  hands  trembling.

My  muse  shows  up  at  your  muse’s  doorstep  in  the  rain,  eyes  filled  with  something  unspoken.

My  muse  gently  cups  your  muse’s  face,  whispering,  “Why  do  you  always  have  to  make  things  so  difficult?”

My  muse  kisses  your  muse  like  it’s  the  last  time  they’ll  ever  get  the  chance.

My  muse  lets  your  muse  go,  even  though  it’s  the  last  thing  they  want  to  do.

 ✧     ›    TEASING   .

My  muse  corners  your  muse  against  a  wall,  a  smirk  playing  on  their  lips.

My  muse  whispers  something  in  your  muse’s  ear  that  makes  them  blush.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  onto  their  lap  with  zero  warning.

My  muse  playfully  steals  a  bite  of  your  muse’s  food,  then  grins  as  they  lock  eyes.

My  muse  deliberately  leans  in  closer  just  to  see  your  muse’s  reaction.

My  muse  drags  their  fingers  slowly  down  your  muse’s  arm,  pretending  it  was  unintentional.

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Wednesday | If You Don't Woe Me by Now (1.07)

[toxicnursery]

interact if you want to write together 🕷️

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.

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Wednesday | Woe What a Night (1.04)

[toxicnursery]

what the hell are you doing?

“i was digging your grave — do you want to watch or shall i lower you in myself?”

[reluctanthyde]

@toxicnursery gets a starter !

finally, he’s caught up to her and her bizarre uncle at a restaurant stop. with his hoodie drawn up, covering his scarred face, he glances over as she scans the candy for something lacking color. after a moment, he grabs a bag of black licorice and hands it to her, peeking out from under his hood. “is this what you’re looking for?” he asks, a faint smile playing across his lips as his eyes meet hers. and then, with a glint of mischief in his eyes, he greets her, “wednesday.”

[toxicnursery]

her eyes flick down to the offering in his hand, then back up to the hood shadowing his face. not a flinch, not a twitch—just that unrelenting stare that cuts as deep as a blade.

“black licorice,” she says, her tone colder than the winter wind outside. “poison disguised as candy. how poetic of you to think it fitting.” she doesn’t take it. instead, she folds her arms, chin tilting in subtle defiance, as though daring him to keep standing there.

“tyler.” his name leaves her lips like ice cracking across a frozen lake. “did you imagine i’d be pleased to see you? or that time and a hood would soften the fact you’re still the same monster you were when you left bodies in your wake?”

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ JUST ONE, I'M A FEW — NO FAMILY, TOO. WHO AM I ?  (   a collection of dialogue & action prompts from bbc america's orphan black, season one. adjust gendering / phrasing as desired.   )

yeah, i'm back in town.

i wanna see [ name ], okay?

well, that's not fair, is it?!

oh my god, you look.. like crap.

this long, no see? you don't get to know.

you have no idea what that costs me.

i wasn't talking about my cut, i was talking about my pride.

you've been gone for almost a year, [ name ]. i'm not judging, just saying.

i'm not judging, just saying.

oh, you robbed her body.

you can do better.

what the hell is wrong with you?

look at me, you understand? look at me!

use it, or hang it up, okay?

do not snap towels at me, [ name ], i had a very traumatic childhood.

get in the car, damn it! we're late!

suddenly you don't give a damn, i get pissed.

now, you had better be ready. are you ready?

you're sure as hell overdressed.

what, were you out all night or something?

i know this shit is as hard as it gets, but you gotta stop making it worse.

"fashionably late", you called it?

stick to your statement and you'll be fine.

i panicked, what do you want me to say?

where's your wit gone?

you haven't called me dipshit all day.

i know this thing's got you all twisted up, but you've got to forgive yourself.

[ name ], i know you're in there! open the door now!

it's not coming back to you?

i'm not sure i should say anything at all.

i don't want to talk about [ name ].

you need to talk to me about that moment.

feels like she's lying about something.

deep down, we all hope we're special.

the last thing i am is special.

oh. you're disappearing again?

weren't you coming back this weekend?

i got sick to my stomach, i basically puked on them.

what did you do to your hair? ... it's longer.

why are you such a dick?

first, though, you need a shower. and a xanax.

just keep away from me!

your partner. he was following you.

[ name ], where have you been?

there's blood everywhere!

holy shit, it's true ... that someone is killing us.

you need to get rid of the body.

uh ... how about you come help me?

for starters, you're a drug dealer.

of course not, you think we'd let that happen?

i don't ... nothing, i don't want to talk about it.

that's my one bit of good news.

is that so much to ask?

bastard must've followed me and nicked it.

okay, let's not go off ... [ name ], [ name ] !

how long can you keep gaming the cops?

what the hell are you doing?

i'm worried you're losing the plot again.

sorry, i've got a lot of work to do.

you're not ready for this, you need to take more time.

is that a diagnosis? cause i've got plenty of professional help for that.

i can't keep waking up at night, checking your breathing.

i knew it was too good to be true.

why would you help with such a stupid plan?

that was when i drew my weapon.

i'm not dirty, i just freaked out.

why would you go in my room?

the sink is broken, what the hell is wrong with you?

are you out of your mind?

idiot. do you even know who you're talking to?

i don't care who you are.

please just tell me ... who are we to each other?

are you kidding me? i'm not doing that.

you need to get out of here.

let go, don't touch me.

hide your ugly face on the way out.

what i'm trying to do is move on.

that's not gonna work for me.

does that sound stoned to you?

don't stop, someone might speak to us.

my skin breaks out every time we come downtown.

you point a gun at me again, i'll kick the living shit out of you.

what the hell were you doing here?

seriously, it's life or death.

you can't just ignore it!

-> ACTIONS :

sender is aggressively banging on receiver's front door, demanding entry.

sender begs receiver for their help in faking sender's death.

sender has discovered receiver's secret life, and confronts them.

receiver catches sender as they're trying to skip town.

sender tries to seduce receiver in order to make them stop investigating.

sender arrives to receiver's place drunk and injured.

sender calls receiver for help getting the blood out of their car.

sender starts a physical fight with receiver in a sensitive environment.

receiver must cautiously evade sender, who thinks they're dead.

receiver gets a cryptic text from sender asking to meet in person.

sender and receiver return to their hotel room only to find it trashed.

sender is caught following receiver, and receiver confronts them.

sender stands between receiver's loaded gun and a third party.

[toxicnursery]

arise from my grave and in a writing mood

[toxicnursery]

i'm alive sorry, i'm still available to write!

[beif0ngs]

I mean, how hard is it to act like Wednesday Addams?

[toxicnursery]

sooo who wants to write together? 👀