[woedahlia]

Born from the rain &. blood soaked mud, the child's grave dug too short, she would emerge damned, a curse to those who crossed her path.

INDEPENDENT , PRIVATE , SELECTIVE , HEADCANON &. DIVERGENT BASED CHARACTER STUDY OF ADDAMS FAMILY CHARACTER ❛ WEDNESDAY ADDAMS ❜ FROM NETFLIX'S ADAPTATION &. SITCOM INFLUENCE.

luvd by toad ( 22 , they / them ) ━ mature themes present throughout , a study in : morbid curiosity , generational trauma , ostracism , the understanding &. acceptance of self.

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DOC. RULES. VERSES. DIVERGENCY. HEADCANONS.

INTEREST TRACKER. STARTERS.

[woedahlia]

i've straight disappeared for more reasons than i can account for , this blog will likely remain low-activity asl , but if there is anyone out there that is still interested in writing , i am interested in returning on frequent occasion to continue a thread !

[woedahlia]

THE RAVEN'S WING &. HALLOWED NEST 〔✿〕 starter for @deetz

                                              ❛ ━━ ･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

          ℑ𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔟𝔱𝔢𝔡, 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫  servicing  the  callous  dirt  below ,  its  sordid  face  rupturing  as  it  soaks  into  a  shallow  grave.   An  apathetic  rhythm  breathing  with  blades  of  grass  as  they  writhe  in  the  wind ,  mangled  beneath  my  boot.   Those  droplets  separated  from  the  rest ,  beating  an  asynchronous  hum  against  my  stressed  umbrella  ━  a  sprawling  tributary  streaming  above  me.   Lifting  my  chin  to  meet  the  steps  in  front  of  me ,  helplessly  pocketing  the  corner  of  my  lips ,  water  kissing  my  cheek ,  mud  tracking  my  final  step.

          An  ineffable ,  recondite  contentment  rushed  through  me ,  leaving  traces  of  anxiety  in  fathomed  reaches.   It  was  of  malignant  symptoms  to  follow  through  on  those  hollow  promises  expected  in  friendly  demeanor  ;  often  abject  by  my  infliction.   To  maintain  a  dreadful  relationship  was  the  heavy  weight  of  expectation ,  of  societal  reproach ,  &.  I  would  choose  to  deny  it . . .  typically.   But  for  her  ━   with  LYDIA  ━  there  was  something  strange ,  something  unusual.   I  found  myself  harboring  afflictions  of  myself  inside  of  her ,  holding  her  closer  than  I've  allowed ,  close  enough  to  hear  her  heartbeat.   To  share  mine.

          At  the  foot  of  her  door  now ,  breaching  the  transitory  existence  between  this  weathered  lawn ,  my  torrid  walk ,  &.  the  grisly  allure  of  her  survival  outside  my  perception ,  a  fatal  curiosity  cascading  my  intrinsic  disdain  for  friendship.   Mud-caked  boots  dragged  on  her  porch ,  the  painted  backdrop  of  my  umbrella  behind  me ,  the  echo  of  her  door  knocked  ━   I  met  her  with  an  amiable  glare.

          ❛    LYDIA ,  dear . . .    ❜      an  impulsive  blush  to  my  cheeks  on  sight  of  her ,      ❛    pleasure  to  see  you.    ❜

[woedahlia]

i offer you this for disappearing

[woedahlia]

hello , hi , i'm so sorry for up &. disappearing outta nowhere again ! life has been extremely difficult lately , esp in trying to figure out my living situation , shit has been unnecessarily hard on me. i have been itchin to write miss wednesday for a bit now , i don't necessarily have the time but i can try to make it. i know i owe some stuff &. i'm sorry to anyone i just stopped talking to ! much love &. i will be working on it soon <3

[woedahlia]

❛ perfect angel ❜

❁ ━ ❜ 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔢𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔰 .

[petalsprompts]

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[woedahlia]

i know it's already 13 days into the month and i know i haven't written for any of those 13 days and i know i'm never here , but i wanna express how much i love wednesday &. how much i love jenna &. celebrate my iteration of the character in all of her sapphicism 😌🖤

[receiptsofwhiskey]

— reassurance starters

“ i feel safe with you. i always have. “

“ are you okay with this? ”

“ i trust you. you've got good values. “

“ thank you for your patience. “

“ can i kiss you? ”

“ i won't tell a soul. i promise. “

“ i appreciate you for you. “

“ you are so smart. the world is lucky to have you. “

“ you don't mind if i kiss you, do you? “

“ it's okay, you know. it's only if you want to. “

“ i want you to kiss me. “

“ i would pretty much trust you with my life. “

“ are you okay with being touched? “

“ if you're uncomfortable, you can tell me. “

“ if there's anything you don't want to do, you don't have to. “

“ you deserve the whole world. “

“ do you want me to talk to them for you? “

“ are you sure about this? “

“ it's okay if you say no. “

“ it's up to you. “

“ i'll always support you. “

“ you'll always have me. “

“ we don't have to do this if you're not ready. “

“ you belong to me, with me, under me. consensually, of course. “

“ do you want me to kiss you? “

“ can i hug you? “

“ i like kissing you. “

“ you're really cute, you know. “

“ you're adorable. god i love you. “

“ you and me, we make a pretty good team. “

“ you're worth everything. “

“ i've never loved anyone the way i love you. “

“ you promise this is okay? “

“ are you okay with me kissing you? ”

“ you can always talk to me. always. “

“ i'm here for you. “

“ do you trust me? “ “ yes. “

“ i like spending time with you. it's nice. ”

“ you make me happy. really happy. “

“ it's pretty nice, this thing we've got going on. “

“ you don't need to worry. you're safe. “

“ i got you. “

“ i'm not going anywhere. “

“ call me, even if it's the middle of the night. “

“ are you okay with this? “

“ i'm extremely okay with this. “

“ you know that i love you, right? “

“ whenever you're ready, i'll be there. “

“ if you're not ready, we can wait. “

“ take your time. i'll wait for you. “

“ don't think for even a second that you have to prove something to me. i love you just the way you are. “

“ everything's gonna be okay. “

“ you're not alone. “

“ are you busy? can i talk to you for a moment? “

“ you have me. you'll always have me. “

[woedahlia]

FOR  ALL  MY  NEW  FRIENDS  &.  OLD  FRIENDS  I’VE  YET  TO  WRITE  WITH  :  pls  LIKE  this  post  &.  i’ll drop  by  your  dm’s  to  start  plotting  out  a  thread  &.  dynamics  with  you.   you’re  all  so  talented  &.  i  love  you  <3

[woedahlia]

just launched a canonless verse ! this is to cement wednesday in a more grounded / realistic verse to interact with more characters + people from other fandoms , fictions , etc. that aren't specific to the show. it will also feature wednesday with jenna from other media as faceclaim so i'm not limited to just the show &. can give her a more realistic portrayal in the actual world. she won't have powers beyond a strong intuition , she can interact fairly freely with anyone ( unless i plan a separate verse for that specific fandom / interaction ) , most of her headcanons will transfer to that portrayal , etc. she'll still be macabre &. lurid in this portrayal , if not a little more horror based as she obsesses over her morbid fascinations in a more truthful , sobering way ( separate headcanons for this verse will be made detailing this specifically ). i'm excited to branch out into this telling of her &. hope to interact more freely with all you beautiful writers here <3

[woedahlia]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔩'𝔰 𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 || 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊

          BORNE FROM THE HALLOW GRAVE , she would echo tormented moans of the damned throughout her forlorn misery , the seeping revel in horrid &. lurid graces filling her lungs with the need to breathe again. She would be strange in her kind &. in herself , the first of her family to be born a woman , to be raised as such , to be supported unequivocally despite the deafened whispers that lingered behind her every action , her every choice ; she would be the first in all her experiences to be so accursed , to be spat as such , to be outcasted relentlessly in all manners of social or communal occurrence due to an abstract delusion that death could not bring life to certain individuals , that her life , itself , was ALLOWED by death.           Wednesday was apportioned an inimitable birth : an endearing couple , lost in the rivers of their love for one another , parenting a dreadfully dreary child that they would incontrovertibly support , to a point of coddling , with their own macabre desires &. deceptions informing the wayward path of her discovery ; they would give her everything she could desire , though it would lead to a hollow husk of self-worth she struggled to find.           She was ostracized from such a young age that she had nothing to gather beside what her parents would plant , she would feel indebted to their ways , to their expectations. She was given freedom too grand to explore , illusioned by the impulse of her morbid fascination. She struggled to find herself outside her interests &. her hobbies , she struggled to find her person , her purpose ━ the reason her battered body was pulled from the DIRT. Herself a figure to blame , she knew she was no deity , though she could pursue the knowledge it took to become one.           In her matured nature , she would follow that pursuit. Having grown from the nagging demands of a childish wish to fit in , having developed a keener tolerance for self-acceptance , having thoroughly inherited the unabashed hunt to discover what disturbing permanences live buried in the human experience , she would follow that pursuit. Navigating her tumultuous adolescence as it grew itself , she would turn to the consciousness that had pushed her away , to the people that begged of her to change. She would turn , not to follow , but to LEAD. To lead those that itch to see what lie beneath the headstone , to lead those that fervor to hear the damned , to do so in her reticence &. her ouster , as a woman who would revel in the horrid &. lurid graces that fed her darkest devotions.           She would echo those tormented moans , her misery forsaking those coerced to listen , for this life would become hers &. she would become the chapel's slaughter , willingly.

[woedahlia]

have i ever told you how much i adore jenn.a orteg.a ???

[woedahlia]

Some tomb from out whose sounding door She ne'er shall force an echo more ━━━━━━ ❜ Thrilling to think , POOR CHILD OF SIN !

                               ℑ𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫.

[matriiiarch]

@woedahlia asked: ​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

MORTICIA COULD FEEL THE SHIFT OF WEATHER change within the air even before rain had started to pour, like an instinct. A tingling, even. Brows slightly furrowed in such a way that expressed content as she hummed. ❝ Mmm… séance weather. ❞ She declared with a dark lull to tone. Eyelids soon fluttering open to glance over towards the younger Addams with a slight smirk and an eager gaze. ❝ This is your time, Wednesday. ❞ She began to state with pride, ❝ you will be leading the séance tonight, I know you're ready. ❞

[woedahlia]

                                              ❛ ━━ ･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

          𝔄𝔫 𝔞𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔭𝔱 &. 𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 deafened the living space , cutting through the silence that permeated between us. The chilling air that dropped in made us both perk up , for the dead lust drear. Mother , of course , would soak the sleet &. use it to further her conjecture ; she had set her intentions too early , I fear , with the weight of expectation dragging me closer to the GRAVE.

          ❛ It is not a matter of if I am ready or not , ❜ frigid dirt constraining breath , ❛ it is a matter of if I am willing. ❜ The tired pull of rot pushing its way towards my mouth , the escaping breath of humility in its final moments. ❛ At risk of appearing vain , mother , I'm not certain of my willingness to participate tonight. Not that I am not ready , but , the possibility might exist. ❜

[pxssywhipped]

i  finally  have  time  to  write  im  so  sorry  yall ,  it  was  finals  week  for  like  two  weeks  and  it  killed  me.   i  still  have  shit  to  figure  out  but  we  can  finally  breathe.   also ,  in  the  past  two  weeks  i  have  met  matt  johnson ,  tony  hawk ,  &.  lilly  wachowski ,  which  has  been  fucking  insane

[woedahlia]

O2. 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

          FLUSH &. WAXING , pale tones saturating with the increscent hues of blush , resonating her lunar sisterhood , she would heed at the will of infatuation.  The biting heat radiating from her rouge cheeks &. crimson ears , forcing her to address the overwhelming emotion tethered to their physical response.  Aversive attitudes to the ruthless compulsion of LOVE could not be so blatantly ignored when it was to slither past willful oblivion.           Touch starved , depraved of intimacy both physical &. emotional , led her to this overstimulation onset by proximity.  A single brush of her cheek , a tender touch to her braids , a lingering &. thoughtful press to her arm  ;  all it took was the imitation of concern , the listless glance of adoration , to push her one step over the edge , to send her plummeting to infatuation.           She was well aware.  She was hyper-analytical of her emotions , her lack thereof , &. oft would find herself sullen by their upbringing.   She did not allow herself to feel , to hold these thoughts , for she felt a twinge of scorn from others , an unnatural abhorrence that she did not understand.  She knew that she was distant , that she was othered , &. firmly believed that disallowing herself the emotional vulnerability her peers possessed would bring her a stronger will in dealing with those moments she could not control.           It was in that lack of control that she would fail , gratified.  For , deep within her recessions , she found that burning sensation &. that reddening hue &. that fluttering in her chest to be quite charming , almost hospitable.  To sit with it ━ for only a moment ━ to think of what could be , to allow herself to CHASE her infatuation , to follow the woman in front of her , to touch her back , to trace her jowls , to braid her hair , to lean into her , giving her her full adoration , &. kiss her , holding the scruff of her neck knowing that , in this moment , she meant everything to her as she did to her.  That , in that moment , she was deserving of that love.           To toy with that love was suicide.  So she would let it pass  ;  she will put on a bitter face , denounce her veiled delusions , &. storm off the wanton &. lurid WEDNESDAY.