dont bury hatchets, sharpen them

dont bury hatchets, sharpen them

[wednesdcy]

#WEDNESDCY.   independent,  private wednesday addams from  netflix's wednesday .  her  portrayal  will  be   canon   &  headcanon  based  with   references to the original addams family lore.   plot heavy,   long form,    novella writing.   searching  for  friends,  relationships,  found  family  &  enemies.  by   sochie. 25+    exploring themes of.   family,   acceptance,   fear,    horror,   self love & loathing,    grey morality,     ostracism,   social expectations,    conformity,     violence & death,     loss,     coming of age,     bravery,     emotional anarchy,    teen rebellion and angst.   

this is a mutuals only interaction blog — please read rules, thank you !

focused verses rn: marvel & stranger things other blogs.   multimuse.   original character.   anita blake.

[petrova]

[musinghq]

“what i like about her is that she blooms whether you water her or not. whether you give her light or not. she exists without your existence.”

— iambrillyant  (via pocmuzings)

[breytons]

[musinghq]

“I used books the way some people use alcohol, to obliterate the noise of the outside world.”

— Graham Joyce, Smoking Poppy (via calines)

[happiestharry]

[musinghq]

“What’s the fun in doing what you’re told?”

— Matthew Healy (via toffeely)

[fyeahtamsin]

[musinghq]

“I have a soft spot for secret passageways, bookshelves that open into silence, staircases that go down into a void, and hidden safes.”

— Luis Buñuel (via lazypacific)

[tay-swifts]

SCREAM 6 (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett

[littlemusings]

[forgaeven1]

you squeezed my hand three times in the back of the taxi. — multimuses with the general exploration of : exploring universes where we survive, exploring lives where i could've lived it with you. compiled by bella.

[bbyyygirl]

[wednesdcy]

SHE NEVER FEARED THE DARK AS A CHILD. thunder and lightning were signs of a night well spent sending pugsley out into the yard with a metal rod or playing frankenstein in the attic with live wires. fear was for the weak and the addams were not a family that scared easily. so despite the raging storm over head, wednesday was far from scared. annoyed, moderately defeated was more accurate. there had been a weather warning before the clouds rolled in, students had been talking about it in the halls and notices were left in dorms about protocol for power outages.

most of the stores in town were closed early and boarded in case of harsh winds. she had planned to be back at the school before the storm hit but she had barely made it out of town when it rolled in. droplets came in sheets, turning the dirt into mud under her boots as water soaked through her clothes down to her skin. she could barely see two feet in front of her. the small girl loathed to admit that she had been foolish, forcing herself to take each step forward in hopes it was in the right direction. thing was probably worried. she caught the familiar sight of the art shed among the trees, shifting her direction that way instead. at least until the storm let up.

wednesday pushed open the door, fighting against the wind to close it once more. the surrounding forest took the brunt of the gusts yet is foundations were still creaking as the old wood fought against the onslaught. she could barely hear her name as her senses tried to adjust to the change, pushing her bangs back and blinking water out of her eyes just in time to see xavier walking toward her.

@artihste pulled her more into the shed, asking her what she was doing out there while pushing his coat off his shoulders. the warmth that radiated from it as he placed it over her shoulders made her shiver, the change of temperature between the body heat and the cold wet cotton agains her skin was shocking.

" i could — " she closed her mouth as another shiver went through her, trying not to let her teeth chatter in some semblance of dignity. " i could ask you the same. what are you doing out here. i dont — " another pause. she glared up at him, her usually pink lips that stood out against her pale skin looked equally as pale from the cold. weakness. she had trained her body to be better than this. she would not allow xavier to see her shivering like a wet chihuahua, she would rather walk back into the storm and die of hypothermia.

" i dont need your help . . . " that sounded ridiculous even to her. " —thank you. "

fn: XAVIER gives WEDNESDAY his jacket

[wednesdcy]

HER LIES WERE AS EXPERTLY CRAFTED AS HER PROSE, her intent hidden behind the expressionless mask she had perfected. law enforcement was no exception. the teenager sat in the sheriffs department on a plastic chair, back ever so straight with her hands resting on her knees. the handcuffs only made sense when viewed with the splatter of blood on her uniform, her doc martins leaving muddy prints on the linoleum. a year prior with the help of uncle fester, she had placed a fail safe into action after her last run in with the law. it left her parents none the wiser and her extracurricular activities involving murder far more attainable.

" hello father, " she greeted as one of the deputies walked past @righteouslysin to unlock the cuffs around her wrists. guardianship papers and a faux phone number went a long way when small town cops had better things to do. " i was unable to apprehend the culprit. the utter incompetence displayed by officers on scene forced it to retreat. "

fn: DEAN WINCHESTER has to bail out WEDNESDAY

[sternenkrone-a-blog]

unarked‌:

just a soft psa:   its okay if your muse hates my muse(s)????  like don’t feel obligated that your muse has to get along  /   be allies with my muses.     people don’t get along    —    it happens.     i am 1000% not going to think that its your  (  the mun  )   feelings directed towards me if our muses interact with disdain or hate!

[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.   ”

[wednesdcy]

HAWKINS WAS A CESSPOOL of small minds and equally small ambitions. when she was deposited on the steps of her new home, it was clear that her mother had determined her punishment for expulsion was to be painful and torturous. she wouldve been impressed had the elder addams ire hadnt been pointed at her. her new high school wasnt much different than the last or the one before that. each were filled with normies who decided that anyone who didnt fit into their perfect cookie cutter shape wasnt worth the time of day. she was fine with that. her solitude was important and the mere thought of conforming to arbitrary demands set by the ruling class made her homicidal.

so imagine her surprise when one of her classmates turned up at the hawkins cemetery. few people took time out of their day to visit a cemetery during work hours, leaving the property empty of any mourners. the fall had brought on its clouds, casting both girls in a grey dreary shadow as colorful leaves rustled overhead in the breeze. to some, it wouldve been considered ominous. to wednesday, it was the perfect weather for investigating.

" next time you stalk your prey, toe then heel. the hard of hearing wouldve been alerted ten minutes ago. " the pigtailed girls words held little inflection, matching the emotionless expression on her pale face. robin, that was her name. one of the girls from her classes, the one assigned as her partner for the chem project. she had attempted to convince the teacher that she could do it on her own but to no avail. robin didnt fit into the cliques and other gaggle of girls, leaving wednesday to believe that she may not be as vapid. the jury was still out.

" dont you think its curious how many people have died unexplainably in the last year in hawkins? death is not as indiscriminate as people think. over fifty percent of violent crime is at the hands of someone you know. in a population of fifteen thousand, that probability should rise. but according to reports, its fallen. "