I hate this.

What.

We're looking at eighteen meters.

Your loss.

I'm sorry. Did you want a sculpture?

Whatever they're doing outside, it can't be any more interesting than my life-sized Human Centipede wax museum.

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❝ Popularity never quite suited me. I'd rather live on in infamy. ❞ The raven-haired girl folds her arms, standing perfectly still, and allowing a small, disembodied hand to crawl upon her back, seating itself on her shoulder. She gives him a glance, and sighs.

❝ 𝐀𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 ❞ ♡ + ⇄

Wednesday when she visits Gotham.

Wednesday turns around, her faithful severed hand at her side. She tilts her head, at first about to speak her mind of the disturbance, but as she looks at it more, her eyes become invested. Finally, she gives her opinion. ❝ It's the most repulsive, horrifying thing I've ever laid my eyes upon. -

@full-of-woe.bsky.social He ponders, whether to approach. "...Here goes nothing...". He gulps a bit & peeks a steady wave upon introduction. "Greetings...much apologies for the disturbance, if the time isnt awful, I like to share this of yourself". As he presents his new artwork of herself.

❝ A perfectly nice dream about being thrown into a lion's den with steak sauce poured all over my head. Believe me, I'd rather that be my nightmare right now. ❞ Her stance is... unsteady. It does look like she had just gotten up from bed to her credit. That unflinching gaze was filled with the -

Wednesday stops her pace and lifts her head to the sky. After a brief moment or two, she lowers it, her observation completed. ❝ I heard something like a volley of voices all screaming in unison. They should learn to get on pitch. ❞

Looking up books covering the healthy diet of wolves because she can't be bothered to get a phone and google it.

❝ One of our closest family friends disappeared one evening. They would often visit. I'm told their parties were to die for. I can only wonder what must have caused them to return to their home galaxy. ❞

ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ thinking about how to make my starters where wednesday shows up in other dimensions and seeing her pop up like "enid, is your werewolf ass in the Expanse"

ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ I think Wednesday could be a fun character to really develop and have her gain different abilities. Like I could see her accessing dark magic Fire Emblem-style. Or training under expert swordsmen on her travels throughout the multiverse on her totally-platonic pursuit to find Enid.

❝ I love the smell of anarchy in the morning. ❞

❝ Understood. ❞ She picked up on the context rather quickly, more observant than she might have seemed. With a blade at her side, she looked to her left, then her right. ❝ Lead the way then. ❞

ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ You know the drill, like for an answer. I'm a big fan of these. They're like little brain teasers.

To anyone else, they would have likely been confused. However, Toph's misjudgment was actually a blessing in disguise. Thanks to her, she didn't have to make up some excuse or false identity. She did that on her own, and she didn't even have to lie. So, Wednesday just followed along. Whatever -

❝ Evidently. You're a weapon with incredibly outlandish fashion sense. But then again, who am I to judge? ❞ There was the slightest mix of self-important sarcasm in her speech that always seemed to humor herself in whatever twisted way that she could. A window of emotion that was promptly shut -

ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ Getting to replies now. If I miss you I'm going to, in the words of the late great director David Lynch, roll on the floor and cry like a little baby. It would be so beautiful.

( ❝ The best... case scenario... would be for judgement day to erupt around any second. Unfortunately, I'm not so lucky. ❞ ) Wednesday's eyes rolled backwards. It was the same sensation she experienced as a psychic when receiving a vision of the future. Her own grievances with this place aside, -

Who the fuck were these losers by the way

ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ I just needed a little break, I'll be back soon to write the biggest fake idgafer this side of the planet.

❝ Enid's taste in music confounds my mind more than any creature out of Lovecraft's nightmares ever could. Why is there a song that I actually enjoy in this playlist labeled... ...'vocaloid'? ❞

With Enid gone, she's taken the liberty of storing (some of) her most prized possessions, including a vinyl of a BLACKPINK album. She's giving it a listen right now. ... ... ... She still doesn't like it.

𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴

ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ me, listening to the ffvii battle theme: the part of my brain that likes to insert lyrics into everything: SHAKE. DAT. THING. MISS. CANNACANNA.

This positivity... it was like looking into one of those old New York World's Fair presentations that corny old, disingenuous theme park builders adored. A glimpse into a promising tomorrow that could never actually reasonably come. And all that was now suddenly validated. Wednesday's head began -

ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ i should ALSO note... I really want to get into a Spider-Man run. I have not found the right one for me. And I know the last one really sucked. So I think I just wanna find one that's right for me.

ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ send me your comic recommendations

Wednesday's eyes widened slightly at the sight. At the rapid consumption, the brutality of it all, and the unique way that she had eaten it all, letting it simply become like fog into her being. But she was unfazed. In actuality, perhaps she felt more comfortable here than she did in most -

❝ I take pride in being a parasite. ❞ She stops in her tracks, the entity blocking her path. Though she still remains as stubborn as possible. It was as difficult as moving the sun to get her to admit she was wrong. ❝ If it consoles you any further, I'm a parasite to people too. Everything. I -

❝ Well, they can't exactly scream, can they? ❞ She swirls around her blade in a circle, then sheaths it for the moment. Her eyes regain that almost absentminded gloom that wraps around to looking calculated again. If necessary, she'd have to trample on more of these to find her way...

❝ What year is this? ❞ Wednesday looked disturbed for a moment, looking around in more depth at the world, at its advanced technology. There was simply no way that the world could actually work together so efficiently here. It was disturbing. The world outside the Addams Mansion was colorful -

Wednesday falls to the ground like a doll letting gravity take control, but the second she hits the ground, she's as stiff as a plank again. Her face looks no more agitated than usual. ❝ They already suffer slow and agonizing existences daily. Silent, immobile prey that must simply experience -

⠀⠀ an independent portrayal of 𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗜 from the 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗪 𝗠𝗔𝗡 series. multiverse and crossover friendly. seeking mains, serious and crack roleplay. He/Him. 🧡⠀⠀