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@miercabre
𝙒𝙊𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙐𝘽𝙇𝙄𝘾. an independent and selective portrayal of WEDNESDAY ( MIÉRCOLES ) FRIDAY ADDAMS from various media including the show wednesday, the addams family movies and personal headcanon. show spoilers will not be tagged so please follow at your discretion. CARRD. affiliated with @eneaid & @bonewreaths. as brought back from the dead by ruba.
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sorry for going mia but it’s October and she’s still kicking still thriving!!!
since Wednesday is a muse I enjoy writing outside of the show universe what do we think about leaning into gothic horror here besties
sorry for going mia but it’s October and she’s still kicking still thriving!!!
hold on..... one second...... who is going to write pubert addams for me
a very random headcanon i have about the addams family is that wednesday has a pair of cousins who are twins and they give off the same energy as the shining twins. they always speak at the same time and are never found apart.
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ᝰ @miercabre said ❛ i think you're in the wrong place. 𖤐 ⠀⠀˖ ⠀ ≀ 𝒜𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.
the rain falls hard against the shingles of the addams family mansion. it seeps through the layers of his sweater, his shirt, his pants . . . his shoes slosh with mud and rainwater. the drops are gelid but he doesn't feel them all that much; since his heart stopped, the difference between cold and warm is almost nonexistent. when he reaches the door, the blood in his mouth has already gone stale and his knuckles are bruised and stiff as they rap against the dense, wooden door. he can hear the footsteps approaching, and he expects it to be the butler he had once been so familiar with; lurch. instead, he is met by haunting, onyx eyes and a look of boredom. ❝ mier, ❞ he manages to gasp out. it is a childhood nickname, though rarely used even then. they had once existed together only in nigh - perpetual silence. how does he explain this? that his mad abuser of a mother thinks it a game to use her old money to pay people to hunt her son? he'd already fought to get here, despite the rain and the men on his tail. ❝ not wrong but a few years late, at least. can I . . . come in? ❞ does she remember him? if not, that's unfortunate ⸺ the spirits surrounding this place are standing vigilant, waiting for the cars not far behind to finally start up the drive. he had only barely managed to slip through the fence, as is.
to no one's surprise, thunderstorms were wednesday's favourite weather. the dark skies, the crackling of lightning, the booming claps of thunder, all made for a perfect formula for grave digging. her shovel lodged itself into the rain softened dirt of their backyard as she scooped another mound of dirt to the side. there was no particular reason for the six foot hole she had begun but one could never have too many graves at the ready. you could never know when you would need one. had it not been for the scurrying hand that prodded at her ankle, wednesday would have easily missed the knock at the front door amidst the rumbling thunder.
she left wet footprints behind her as she stormed towards the entrance, irritated at the interruption. with the rest of her family out running errands, and pugsley safely tied to a chair upstairs, it was up to her to ensure the house remained in one piece. she was ready to turn away what she had assumed would be another gaggle of preachers at her doorstep when she swung open the large entryway. the last thing she expected was a ghost of her past darkening her doorstep instead.
for a long minute, the girl simply stared at the boy in front of her. both of them equally drenched and caked in dirt but for wholly different reasons. even when years had passed it felt like wednesday was looking right into a mirror again. the familiar nickname sent a sharp jolt down her spine causing her to snap back to reality. " yes. " was all she offered as she side stepped to give him space to come in, all the while sizing him up. she put space between them and stood with her hands behind her back, stiff as a board. " perhaps not wrong. but not entirely right either. " it was hard to discern if she was still talking about where he had found himself or him as a whole.
as if conjuring it out of thin air, she shot her arm out and held a small, black towel out to him. " mother doesn't appreciate water on her floorboards. " she said flatly as if her own braids weren't dripping at their tips. " and i don't particularly appreciate unannounced visitors. why are you here ? " and where have you been ?
a wild au and thought but pokemon trainer verse wednesday where she’s obviously a ghost and psychic type trainer
you don’t understand I’ve been thinking about this all day…… scream tail is purely there bc it reminds her of enid but she would rather die than admit that
a wild au and thought but pokemon trainer verse wednesday where she’s obviously a ghost and psychic type trainer
WEDNESDAY 2.08 | This Means Woe
freaky friday ft. @eneaid
the breath she exhaled came out shaky with rage as her fingers dug harder into the edge of her mattress. enid, or in this case, a mirror reflection of herself that seemed like enid had haphazardly painted all over it, strode into the room and wednesday could almost feel herself break out in hives. she was certain that the last time she had seen the social media live footage, enid had donned less colours than she had on at that moment. wednesday couldn’t even begin to fathom where she found such stomach turning layers of tulle and fur. “ how long have you been prancing the halls wearing … that ? ” she asked stiffly, her lips pulled into a thin line of barely contained disdain. for starters, everyone knew wednesday was dangerously allergic to colour. enid must have had a run in with her mother to have avoided the patches that would otherwise erupt across her face. and secondly, she didn’t prance. wednesday addams would rather step on razor blades than prance. she dreaded the idea of this becoming permanent.
which was why she shot back up to her feet and locked eyes with the stormy pair across her. it was still a strange feeling, looking at her own face while foreign and yet deeply familiar blonde lashes obstructed her usually dark view. it was like the werewolf’s vision was inherently brighter, pops of colour that wednesday had never noticed before, and the realization sent an unwelcome chill down her spine. “ we have to fix this. immediately. ” her eyes snapped onto the most offending part of it all before she added. “ but first, you must untangle that from my hair. it looks like a spix’s macaw died a terrible death due an unfortunate tragedy at the hairdresser. ” she jabbed her finger at the streaks of pink and blue enid had entwined into her braids.
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tyler is aware that following another random older woman to the middle of fuck-all nowhere might've not been the best decision he could've made given ... given how things turned out for him, lately. ( now with his master gone, killed by his own hand; then there'd been mom, and- and isaac, and— ) though, if he were being really honest, there was very little left in him, he thought, that anyone could else could take. plus, capri looks—
well, he didn't want anything from him. yet.
so they're in the middle of nowhere, and it's— a settlement, he thinks, or something close to it, with a few other hydes who seems, beyond their biological label, kind of amiable and friendly despite it all. and it's— tyler isn't sure what he's supposed to feel. for the most part, he does only what he's told. he sits with them, speaks when spoken to, though he mainly— maybe he's waiting, he thinks. for what, he isn't sure. ( to die, maybe. or rather, to be put to an end. ) just at the edge of his peripheral, dad lingers. stoic and disappointed, as always, but he lingers.
there's mom too, but she doesn't haunt often. not when he's awake. and then– then there's wednesday. on good days, she sits with him and prattles on about a case, and in his head, tyler pretends he wasn't the monster she was investigating. just another boy sick of his hometown, desperate for a change; more desperate to be listened to, or simply sit with just because she could. how could he have expected that he'd find her here, during one of his recent walk around the camp, and she's— she's not a hallucination ?
❛⠀you— you're not supposed to be here, ❜ he manages, and already, his eyes sting with tears. with all the– all the things he knows she comes with: the almost-normalcy, the judgement onwards. the hatred. ❛⠀or have you finally come around to the idea of finishing me off ? ❜
for @miercabre , from tyler starter call.
it had been twenty days on the road and they had only just made their way to the canadian border. part of that was due to wednesday making her uncle stop at every national park and forested area they streaked past and as the nights grew longer, she could sense his fatigue. addams' were not the type to sugar coat anything so when he came to a halt at the line of tall trees, wednesday knew it was their time to part. she would find him again when they needed it, they always did, but now this journey was between her and the faithful hand that never left her side.
despite her extensive research, she wasn't entirely sure what to expect as she stepped into the dense forest. in fact, a large part of her entire trip had been entered blind. her notebook had pages filled with everything she had scoured the library of about werewolves along with personal statements from enid's pack as well. but none of it had helped alleviate the tightness in her chest she tried so desperately to ignore with each passing day. thing tapped nervously on her shoulder and she shot him a glare. " not helping. " something about the woods didn't feel like the rest and thing had caught on as quick as wednesday had. but wednesday addams was not one to shy away from the dark and foreboding. in fact, she enjoyed it the thrill of it.
when a sound to her left caught her attention, she spun rapidly only to freeze in her spot. what she had hoped would be a wolf barreling through the woods ended up instead being a face she had hoped she wouldn't have to see anytime soon. if ever again. thing's grip on her tightened and she felt her own spine snap straight as she stared tyler galpin in his bloodshot eyes. " i must admit, i have dreamt of it more than once. " she replied flatly. if tyler was here, then maybe that meant she was one step closer to finding enid. but that meant, so was he. she bristled at the thought and her jaw clicked, the only sign of her bubbling fury. " are you here digging more graves or have you given that up for backpacking ? "
thinking about my general addams family verse where wednesday’s simply a weird little girl in an even weirder world. thinking about a tim burton non netflix verse wednesday where she’s the receptionist at her grandmothers funeral home and is the most off putting and eerie person everyone comes across. thinking about dc/marvel verse where she’s the youngest private investigator and her alias is miercoles. thinking about fantasy verse wednesday where she’s known for her psychic abilities but she has a reputation as being an omen/reaper, she seems to always be around just before deaths occur so seeing her usually strikes fear in people.
" miss addams, a word? " despite having started at the academy a mere day ago, professor blanc walks through the halls as if they belong to him. he doesn't walk as much as he floats, wearing a smirk upon his lips as he stops before the macabre child. finally, a teenager he could respect. " you know, of course, that among the courses i am teaching this semester there is an advanced one that is invitation-only. " THE FINE ART OF FOUL PLAY. he named it himself.
" i am here to extend you such invitation. "
NEVERMORE STARTERS | @miercabre
wednesday found herself stopped in her tracks against her own will when the looming stature of the professor blocked her path. she looked up at him with what could only be described as the purest form of apathy, cold, dark and void of any inkling of emotion. without saying a word, she took one large and pointed step backwards to put more space between them. when the proposition reached her, she waited for moment longer to give the chatty instructor a second to add in any last minute sales pitches. when it seemed that that was all he had to offer, she simply blinked at him once. the response that followed was curt and direct. “ no thank you. ”
wednesday hadn’t even stopped to further question what exactly this elusive course was. but from what she had seen of nevermore’s secrets so far, like the nightshades, she had no intention of joining the supposed elite. plus, between solving a murder and trying to not get herself killed, she had little time to spare for another elective. “ i do, however, happen to know someone who enjoys insufferably exclusive and grossly overstated opportunities. are you familiar with bianca barclay ? ”
I keep forgetting that Wednesday has a phone now but she’s a chronic “left on read” or dry texter. and when she does use emojis it’s always the most incorrect and ominous combination “See you soon. 🪦🕐🐦⬛”
“we all die alone.” @lamourstre
most funerals wednesday attended were something of a strange hobby. she enjoyed the sorrow that clouded such an event and it was always additional fun when a mourner began wailing. unfortunately, no such thing had happened at sherrif galpin’s funeral. in all other circumstances, the sparse gathering would add a layer of merriment to her attendance but this case was different. this one left her with a chill that ran straight to her bones and she couldn’t seem to shake the feeling even when she crossed through the gates of nevermore.
when a familiar voice seemed to echo the thoughts that had been haunting her since the wake, she froze in her spot. turning her head, she caught sight of the professor and nodded once tersely. “ we are born alone, we live alone, we die alone. ” she paused for a beat before quickly adding. “ 2001, donnie darko. although a more modern rendition of the sentiment, the movie was adequate. ” she didn’t think the vampire had any interest in recent cinema and she didn’t blame him much for it. most of what hollywood churned out was vapid and desperately clawing for a deeper meaning behind cheesy quotes and poorly done symbolism. but that clearly hadn’t been the reason he had stepped into her path.
so she swivelled her body to fully face the instructor. her hands were clasped in front of her in an attempt at an image of good behaviour. “ what can i help you with, professor ? ”
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THEY’RE CREEPY AND THEY’RE KOOKY. ↳ a collection of lines from the first season of netflix’s wednesday. these are in no particular order and will contain spoilers for the show. some lines have been edited for clarity or to give options.
“those are all traits of great writers. and serial killers.”
“the first boy/girl/person i kiss would turn out to be a psychotic, serial-killing monster.”
“how do you feel about scary movies?”
“we work. we shouldn’t, but we do.”
“hummers stick together.”
“being your friend should come with a warning label.”
“you giggle when you text, which is a 24/7 addiction.”
“[name], the mark you have left on me is indelible.”
“i act as if i don’t care if people dislike me. deep down… i enjoy it.”
“are you really going to make me ask?”
“i want to assure you i remain as cold and heartless as the first day we met.”
“i’ll survive alone. i always do.”
“i could die alone!”
“we all die alone.”
“as soon as the dirt hits the coffin, i’m out.”
“[name] always looks half dead.”
“i actually fillet the bodies of my victims, then feed them to my menagerie of pets.”
“if you need me for anything, anything at all, i’m only a crystal ball away.”
“everyone would know i failed to get the job done.”
“not hugging is kind of our thing.”
“the only person who gets to torture my sibling is me.”
“you guys are making me nauseous. not in a good way.”
“my personal philosophy is kill or be killed.”
“you growl in your sleep.”
“i don’t know who etsy is, but i doubt she was an outcast settler.”
“if i am the monster, then why haven’t i killed you?”
“for some reason i cannot fathom or indulge, you seem to like me.”
“seriously, you could cut the tension with an executioner’s axe.”
“i’m not friend material, let alone more-than-friend material.”
“i will never fall in love, or be a housewife, or have a family.”
“i swear on my late scorpion’s soul, my hands are clean.”
“they couldn’t even spring for real pig’s blood. it’s only paint.”
“you know the old saying: never bring a knife to a swordfight. unless it’s concealed.”
“they want to turn me into a version of herself.”
“i find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation.”
“it takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide.”
“emotions are a gateway trait. they lead to feelings, which trigger tears. i don’t do tears.”
“you’re really bad at cheering people up.”
“this reminds me of when you got your first grave-digging kit. you were so happy you nearly smiled.”
“there’s that biting sense of humor that i always adored.”
“if he breaks your heart, i’ll nail-gun his.”
“why would i share information about an ongoing investigation with a high school kid?”
“don’t you want eyes and ears behind those ivy-covered walls?”
“did you think i was going to judge you over some lousy prank?”
“i consistently stalk my parents.”
“i brought my pocket mace. the medieval kind.”
“it’s not my fault i can’t interpret your emotional morse code.”
“there’s nothing quite like the feeling of being proven right.”
“i’d rather stick needles in my eyes. i’ll probably do that anyway.”
“if you hear me screaming bloody murder, there’s a good chance i’m just enjoying myself.”
the addams family (1991) … sentence starters
“Is it painful?“
“Are they dead?“
“Unhappy, darling?“
“I’m blinded by such beauty.“
“I’m going to electrocute him.“
“Leather straps, red-hot pokers!“
“Have you spoken to her parents?“
“It has to warm up… so it can kill you.”
“Don’t torture yourself… that’s my job.”
“Are they made from real Girl Scouts?“
“A day alone, only that would be death.”
“Haven’t you ever slaughtered anyone?“
“Don’t be a baby. I know what I’m doing.“
“I’ll never listen to you, never, ever, again!“
“He looks so sweet. Just like a little entrée.”
“I had to be strict with you because I cared!“
“How long has it been since we’ve waltzed?“
“I didn’t hate my mother. It was an accident!”
“You were a terrible mother! There! I said it!“
“To live without you, only that would be torture.“
“This is all so humiliating. Why did I marry you?“
“No excuse! Aim for a major artery. The jugular.”
“Crowbar, dynamite, cyanide. As if we’d run out.”
“What are you, darling? Where’s your costume?“
“We gladly feast on those who would subdue us.”
“They’re not your family, I am. They don’t love you, I do.“
“He won’t eat, he can’t sleep, he keeps coughing up blood.“
“There it is. Just what we’ve been searching for. Thank you.”
“I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.“
“It’s for charity! Widows and orphans. We need more of them.“
“You are too precious for words. Why, I could just… eat you alive!“
“Sit in the chair so we can play a game. It’s called ‘is there a God’.”
“Come on, Old Man, I’ve smoked since I was five. Mother insisted.”
“They say she danced naked in the town square and enslaved a minister!“
“You were so beautiful. Pale and mysterious. No one even looked at the corpse.“
“This is my costume. I’m a homicidal maniac. They look just like everybody else.“
“Oh, my little bundle. So much you don’t understand. The human spirit, it is a hard thing to kill.“
“Nobody gets out of the Bermuda Triangle, not even for a vacation. Everyone knows that.“
“Uncle Nick-Nack’s winter wardrobe. Uncle Nick-Nack’s summer wardrobe. Uncle Nick-Nack.”
“So, you claim that your son was brainwashed by voodoo witch doctors and forced to recruit others?“
“They say a man who represents himself has a fool for a client. Well, with God as my witness, I am that fool!“
“Last night, you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me… Do it, again.”
