#godbarks

✱  sc  (  x  )  -  ft.  @godbarks

      wednesday’s wardrobe is actually very simple ?  she doesn’t have a lot of colorful things as she prefers dark colors like dark green , a deep maroon , or darker purple.   black or red is preferred over all.   she has a lot of vintage cloths as well, authentic to the decade they came from as she’s spent good money  &&  time to preserve them over the decades  &&  even some from when she was younger.     in modern times, she does have more modern items of clothing, but she makes an effort to mix in older items to better fit how she wants to dress. dark colors , vintage items , velvet , lace , corsets — all of it plays into her specific style !

    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐎 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃   upon  ?    so many were used to the turning of the world that they grew bored of it   &&   what’s worse than a bored immortal  ?  not much good can come of it—something wednesday can personally attest to.     however, they were entertaining to attend nonetheless if you’re into violence , blood ,  &&  occasional death. before coming wednesdsy had briefed wells on the danger he was walking into, what he needed to do to make sure he had a pulse by the end of it.    (    if she claimed him as her own no other vampire could touch him nor take liberties.   wells would be off limits  &&  for some that would unbearable to restrain from. being   𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓭   something makes the want for it greater.    )     ;        cold hand grasps onto his as they weave their way through an unassuming meat market.   to a door they go, something is said to the guard,  &&  the door is opened to allow the pulsing, rattling noise on the other end. cheering , booing ,  &&  music that shook the inside of your skull.    ❝  remember what I said  !  ❞  yelled over all of it,  ❝  stick with me  !  only me  !  ❞   or they’ll eat you . . play with you . . or stick you in the fighting pit. eyes behold two of her kind going head to head, a hand in someone else’s mouth  &&  with a   𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙺   a fang comes undone  &&  blood spewing from their mouth.   ❝  good god —  ❞  says wednesday but with a smirk  !

         ❝   jesus fuck   —   if  y'  keep  testin'  me  then  i  sure  the  hell  will  !   ❞             the  way  she  sees  it,    wells  is  like  a  fly  that  buzzes  ever  -  insistently  by  her  head.         calamity  grits  her  teeth  and  whirls  around  from  the  counter    [  she's been trying to make herself something to eat since she got here,  ]    to  face  him.         he's  got  an  absolutely  shit  -  eating  grin  on  his  face   . . .   one  that's  just  begging  for  a  quick  flick.        still,   she's  careful  to  keep  her  voice  at  an  annoyed  hiss  as  to  not  alert  jimmy  and  the  others  in  the  living  room  of  their  spat.        the last thing she needs is the rest of them getting involved.         besides,    this  isn't  unusual  for  the  two  of  them  when  they  end  up  under  the  same  roof.       they  don't  need  any  outside  input.        calamity  stares  him  down  for  one  more  lingering  minute  before  turning  to  rifle  through  the  fridge.        ❝    the  fuck  are  you  doin'  in  here  anyway,   huh  ?   ❞           it's  a  rhetorical  question.          cheap  blonde  curls  are  tossed  over  her  shoulder,      tone  growing  snider  by  the  second.        god,   the  shit  she  does  for  a  hit   . . .   she  deserves  extra  for  entertaining  one  of  jimmy's  strays.             ❝    —   i  mean,    don't  you  have  to  go  flirt  with  the  big  boys  to  avoid  gettin'  your  own  dick    shoved down your throat   or  somethin'  ?  ❞

        ❝     —   oh,  you're so full of shit  . . .     ❞             the  urge  to  chase  her  words  with  an     I  HATE  YOU     is  strong,    but  ultimately  fades  due  to  how  tight  her  chest  gets.         not  once  has  she  ever  been  called  cute ;         not  even  in  the  joking  sense  like  wells  is  doing  now    [  at least,    she thinks it's a joke.  ].        calamity  peers  at  him  from  behind  her  messy  mane  of  curls,    face  half  obscured  by  the  pillow  she's  had  her  face  shoved  in  for  the  past  seven  hours  or  so.         he almost looks cherubic like this,        similarly  buried  in  bedsheets  and  still  -  heavy  with  sleep.       and it almost feels like nothing could go wrong,     even  though  just  her  being  here  puts  him  in  danger.         it's  then,   while  examining  the  curve  of  his  cheek,    that  she  realizes  she's  left  him  hanging.         ❝    and  y'  look  a  mess  too,    ya  know.   ❞           which  isn't  entirely  true.         not  to  her  extent  of  smudged  makeup  and  too  -  big  curls  in  need  of  taming.        she  shifts  slightly,   moving  her  arm  out  from  beneath  her  to  push  the  front  pieces  of  her  lion's  mane  back.        from  there,   she  gazes  down  at  him   . . .    smiling  only  slightly.             ❝    —   stop  your   starin'.   ❞

     𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘.   so much of life spent devoid of one thing or another  &&  after years of it it often leaves you with nothing but wanting.   so often was she shut up away from the world as others whispered in her ears, while she saw things no one else did.   cast aside if they knew but hardly ever actually embraced. human touch, human affection , was what riley had   𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓭  so violently  !   now with wells it seemed that she got it whenever it was needed or even when it wasn’t.   his words bring out a slight chuckle to her lips, fingertip touching against her lips as eyes watch him hover over her.   a moment is taken to search his features as she often did with the people she meets:  ❝  is that a promise, then ?   you don’t wanna be someone who makes false promises . .  ❞    all said in the nature of egging him on, on getting to what she wanted sooner.    riley wanted to be devoured , she wanted to be fucked until her legs gave out  &&  mind was exhausted.   (   to which was a rare occasion for someone exhausted day in  &&  day out.  tonight was different.   )   ❝  do it then,  ❞ she says with her growing smirk, opened legs.  ❝  make me shake, make me scream. fuck me until you can’t anymore.  ❞

     pietra struggles with not only feeling peace but the idea of it as well.    the only time in her short existence that she felt true peace was when she was in westview, her home, but then even that got taken from her. after that, she just felt kinda lost ?   she didn’t know who she was , what she was suppose to do , or her purpose — she wanted so bad to have her family , to have that peace restored but . . even after everything she did during MoM   &&   with her mother she’ll never , likely , actually have that peace. she can try to find peace elsewhere like in learning about her magic or her heritage or even with people like friends or peter.   but, those will only be partial moments or aspects of peace and not the real one she feels she needs && wants the most.