Apologies - Tumblr Posts
~I'm sorry that you have to be so patient with me. I spiral quickly and without warning. I am unpredictable and easily frightened.~
-a poem of a new kind
I’m so bad at tumblr I apologize </33333 you can tell whenever I remember tumblr exists bc I make 400 posts at a time and then disappear. Anyways can you tell my semester is also over
Cahara puts the fun in funger and Enki wants to put the laugher in manslaughter
He's closing in, better run faster~
Update To My Readers!
Sorry for the lack of new stories for Alastor and other fics. Work has left me feeling more tired and burnt out than usual, so it’s been hard for me to get back into writing. Once I find more time, I’ll start posting more stories for Al and the other fandoms.☺️
personally, i feel explanations really help in some situations, as long as they aren’t justification. to wonder WHY ever so endlessly just to receive an apology without making sense of the why it ever happened is just not adequate for me. it makes me feel irrational. but that’s just my situation, others, of course, are not the same.
idk when we decided that explaining yourself shouldn't be part of an apology but like. if someone was a dick to me and apologizes but I still don't understand why they did it I'm not gonna feel any better
All good things must come to an end. (Meaning a page is on it's way soon. )
Is fate so cruel for a man to meet old friends. Only to have death to come and give their deadly kiss.
Stay tone my friends. (Also sorry for the slow posting. Life has been kind of crazy and I finally have stuff close to done!)
Sorry for not posting recently, I've fallen into the Pokémon rabbit hole and I can't find it in me to climb out tbh.
So sorry to all the people who followed me for Kirby stuff I've got Pokémon on the mind atm
Lance and N in particular won't leave me alone
😓I'm truly sorry for not posting again for so long I was busy with school and work plus I was so🤢🤧😖🍗🥫 sick yesterday it was terrible so I'm sorry🥛!!!!
the things that I'm noting down for now because I'm faaarr too sleepy to make a proper comment but I do hope you still enjoy having something like this instead (I am determined to read this)
| Wednesday calling Pugsley feeble and squishy almost made me laugh. I can see him being squishy. Is that weird? I don't know, I think it's cute 😭
| THE WINX CLUB NICKNAMES
noooo, I'm sorry xavier but noooooooooo
enid's nickname was questionable, but at least it rhymed?
...I feel like I know how Wednesday would be able to win the nickname contest and that's making me excited 👀
| fae 'escaping' to the school and professor weems being protective of her and being her legal guardian is so 🥹 but also ☹️
| "Why?" Wednesday demands. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
"Because somewhere along the lines, you stopped asking me."
THAT LINE HIT ME.
Literally woke me up almost completely from how much that sentence meant and how it made sense.
The desperate questioning of wanting to know why Fae is avoiding Wednesday's gaze
And then the realisation and connection as to what she answers with, oh my god.
Perfection.
| "Unpleasant, wasn't it?" You say with a self-deprecating smile.
"Yes," Wednesday answers, swallowing.
You nod stiffly. "Then, for both our sake, stop-"
"But in a way that I favored," Wednesday cut in.
YOU'RE KILLING ME AND MELTING MY HEART AT THE SAME TIME HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE
—OPIA | FOUR
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x OFC/Fem!Reader
Summary: You've been avoiding Wednesday's gaze lately.
Warnings: Angst. Protective!Wednesday. The Addams Family reunion. Larissa is exasperated. Enid, the gossip queen. Thing, the chaperone. Xavier, gets no breaks.
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Note: I rewrote this chapter so many times but I think it definitely explores the most intimacy so far. Likes, comments, & reblogs appreciated 🥺💘
Part Three
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Opia: Noun. The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
Wednesday is agitated.
To succinctly summarize, you have been refusing to look Wednesday in the eye as of late.
It took a while for Wednesday to notice, perhaps because your back was always turned to her when she met up with you nightly to apply the medicine on your wings. And when that was finished, you kept your eyes focused on the pond while you talked.
And for a while, your witty banter and intriguing anecdotes had kept Wednesday distracted. The more time she spent with you, the more she began craving something she couldn't quite place.
Wednesday found herself enjoying listening to you talk about your life before Nevermore. Of course, she could tell you were avoiding talking about anything serious, but there was a small relief that there were good moments in your life as well.
In turn, Wednesday shared anecdotes of her own childhood, tales of the times she had to rescue Pugsley because he was weak, squishy, and sensitive. Whereas other people had looked at her disturbed and passed judgment on her, you had grinned and laughed.
Wednesday never minded the judgment from others, but she quietly admitted to herself that it was also pleasing to have someone enjoy her morbidity and harsh penchant for revenge.
So, maybe that's why Wednesday began to notice. Her discovery to see what your face looked like as she told her stories had led her to realize you've been avoiding eye contact.
You made it seem like it wasn't on purpose, fiddling with flowers until they've been weaved into crowns or giving Thing manicures—he's been getting much too pampered between you and Enid.
But even when Wednesday called your name, you looked at her, but you weren't looking at her. It was like you were looking past her, like Wednesday couldn't even be seen by you, and she despised it.
Wednesday detests people who can't look her in the eye. It was a sign of deceit, guilt, and secrecy.
And Wednesday will be damned if she'll let you keep any more secrets from her.
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"Oh my god, did you hear?" Enid leans her head forward at their table in the quad.
Wednesday was reading her spellbook, her eyes occasionally trailing across the quad to where you sat with the faceless outcasts. You seemed very intrigued about learning how they communicated.
"Hear what?" Yoko asks, adjusting her sunglasses. The vampire has taken to joining their table lately, and sometimes it would grate on Wednesday's mind to hear Enid and Yoki incessantly talk and gossip.
"Ajax was telling me all about it this morning," Enid grins as she looks over to the stoners. "Apparently, someone changed one of the girls' bathrooms near the Gorgon rooms to nothing but mirrors. I heard that two gorgon girls walked in this morning and were stuck stoning themselves over and over."
"Shit, that's awful," Xavier frowns.
Wednesday smirks behind her book.
"I wonder who would do that," Yoko casually comments.
They all look at Wednesday.
"So, why'd you do it?" Xavier asks, resting his chin in his hand.
"Even animals know to have evidence before accusing someone," Wednesday flatly speaks, her eyes never leaving her book.
"So," Eugene tilts his head with confusion, "you didn't do it?"
"I never said that," Wednesday's reply was uninterested.
Because Wednesday did do it.
The investigation took longer than it normally would with her being distracted by you. But finding out something so trivial, like who had hurt you, was child's play.
Wednesday had debated long about what to do. The idea of filling their rooms with tarantulas or poisonous snakes had first come to mind, but she knew it was almost guaranteed that Weems would discover it was her if the girls died.
While she did save the school last year, it would be unlikely Weems would allow her to stay here if she did kill someone, as tempting it would be.
Wednesday sighs lightly through her nose. It would've looked lovely on her record.
But expulsion would mean being very, very far from you, and Wednesday couldn't have that.
At least—not before she at least found out why you've been refusing to look her in the eye.
"Hi, everyone."
Everyone's attention turns to you as you begin walking up to them. They greet you back, and Xavier, Enid, and Eugene are already throwing out the nicknames they came up with that week.
"Tinker Bell!"
"Winx Club!"
"Bloom!"
"Eugene, that was literally just a rip off of mine," Xavier laughs.
"Those are all terrible," you laugh along, shaking your head. "Are you guys just thinking of all things faerie-related only?"
"Well, yeah," Xavier blinks as if there couldn't be anything else.
"Well, continue on then," you gave them a lopsided smile.
"Really? None of them?" Xavier sighs as he moves down his seat to let you sit between him and Wednesday.
"Can you blame her?" Wednesday comments while turning the page.
"Oh, yeah?" Xavier raises his brow. "Let's hear what you've got then."
"And let you idiots ride off my coattails? I think not."
Xavier starts grumbling, and you chuckle.
"Hi, Wednesday," you say softly, looking over at her.
Wednesday looks up at you, but you start staring at her bangs as soon as she does.
She glares.
"Oh, hey, I think you've got some dirt on your back," Xavier says, his eyes squinting as he stares at your back. "Here, I got it."
Xavier lifts his hand and starts to descend upon your back when Wednesday reaches over and grabs his wrist, twisting it back.
"Ah!" Xavier grunts. "What the hell, Wednesday!?"
Wednesday is holding up her book with one hand while holding Xavier's wrist in the other, glaring at him. "What are you doing, you oaf? Are you trying to dislodge her lungs from her chest?" She flings his wrist away, glaring at him while he shakes off the sting in his wrist.
"I was just trying to help," Xaiver mumbles, looking confused.
Wednesday doesn't dignify him with a reply as she inspects your back carefully and does find dirt on it. "Were you rolling around in the grass?" Her tone is flat, but her lip is curled in distaste.
Still, she carefully begins to brush the dirt off your back. It's a far cry from the hard pats you would've gotten from Xavier.
"Maybe," you sound amused.
"Christ, Wednesday," Xavier huffs. "Morgan le Fay over here isn't made of glass."
"It's a no to that one too," you shake your head.
"C'mon!" Xavier groans. "You're not going to pick anything at this rate."
"You never know," you shrug, smiling. You look at your watch on the palm side of your wrist. "Class is starting soon. I'm going to head out." Turning your head to Wednesday, you tilt your head. "I believe your class is on the way. Do you want to go together?"
Wednesday nods jerkily, packing up her things. She doesn't say anything to the group other than giving a look and walking off with you.
The walk down the halls is quiet, as it usually is. It's something Wednesday can appreciate that you never feel the need to fill the silence. But halfway through, you break the quietness.
"I heard the bathroom near the Gorgon's dormitory was changed to mirrors," you say nonchalantly.
"I see," Wednesday's tone betrays nothing.
"My usual lab partners were absent as they were apparently stoned all day—over, and over, and over."
"How lucky."
You stop walking, causing Wednesday to stop as well. You face each other, but once again, you are staring at her ears.
"I told you it was an accident," you sigh. "She doesn't know my wings are hidden inside my back. No one does."
"Accident or not, she still slapped your back—and I don't care that it was meant to be jovial—hard enough to reopen your wounds," Wednesday snaps and then sneers, "What? Were her hands partially stoned when she patted you?"
You seem unsure of what to say to Wednesday. In the end, you sigh.
"Even though it was unnecessary, thank you." It's soft and sincere, and the gruesome butterflies are eating Wednesday's insides again. It probably would've been worse if you had actually been looking Wednesday in the eyes when you said it.
"You're welcome," Wednesday says stiffly, and you turn to walk again.
The silence resumes, and Wednesday is nearly so fed up that she's about to just ask you if she's done something wrong. But what actually comes out of her mouth is, "Are you looking forward to Parent's day?"
There's an internal frustration rising within Wednesday.
"I'm ambivalent," you reveal, your tone even.
"I assume your parents won't be coming?"
You chuckle. "Unlikely."
"Will you spend the day with Weems, then?"
"Maybe," you seem pensive. "But she'll most likely be busy talking to other parents. Are your parents coming?"
Wednesday sighs. "Unfortunately, yes. They'll want to know how I've suffered so far."
You chuckle. "They seem like horrible people."
"Thank you, they are."
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"Oh, my little storm cloud, how have you been doing?" Gomez coos as he walks towards her.
"Wednesday, you look positively pale," Morticia comments. "It suits you."
Wednesday brushes off the comment, feeling awkward but nods at her mother to acknowledge it. Her eyes then focus on Pugsley, and she accesses him.
"Pugsley, you look feeble and squishy as per usu—are you sniveling again."
"I missed you, too, Wednesday," Pugsley smiled.
The four of them sit at a nearby table. Wednesday's eyes skim the quad, catching her various friends with their families. Enid seems to be getting along better with her mother, but Wednesday will always despise that woman.
"Who are you searching for, Wednesday?" Morticia's voice drags Wednesday's attention back to her family, who are all staring at her curiously.
"No one," Wednesday answers flatly.
But her mother only smiles as if she knows Wednesday's secret, which utterly irks her.
"So, how have you been faring?" Gomez asks, his face genuinely eager to hear.
"Dreadful," Wednesday replies. "Not once has my life been put at risk, nor have I been accused of any murders. Not even a single stalker."
Morticia and Gomez gaze at each other for a moment before back at Wednesday placatingly.
"It's...quieter than your first year here, but not every year may be filled with mayhem," Morticia smiled. "At least, not in the way you expect."
"What do you know about faeries?" Wednesday asks, changing the subject as it was intruding on a topic Wednesday herself wasn't prepared to talk about.
Morticia and Gomez seem lost in their thoughts as they contemplate Wednesday's question.
"Why do you ask?" Morticia finally answers. "Is that who you've been looking around for?"
Wednesday doesn't answer her mother's question, but the lack of an answer is an answer in itself. Luckily, her mother is merciful and only gives Wednesday a knowing smile.
"Not much," Morticia answers. "I believe we had only one ancestor who has ever visited a fae realm. They might've documented it somewhere in a diary."
Wednesday's eyes sparkled with interest. "Is that so? Do we still have it?"
"Perhaps," Morticia muses, her voice dragging at the end, and Wednesday felt herself tense. She knows that tone and already begins mentally bargaining.
"Alright," Wednesday says evenly. "What do you want in return for sending me the diary?"
Morticia tilts her head to the side, a black widow-like grin on her lips. "Larissa let me know that the next Parent's day will be when students get to go home for the weekend. I want you to bring your fae friend."
"Why?" Wednesday demands, her eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.
"Because Wednesday," Morticia leans into Gomez, who puts her arm around her. "You rarely show interest in other people. Enid is a lovely girl, and I hope to host her one day as well, but she didn't have you sitting here asking your mother what I knew about werewolves."
"What makes you think my 'fae friend' will be available to come?" Wednesday shot back.
Morticia doesn't chuckle in consideration for her prickly daughter, who was more likely than ever to say hurtful words now.
"You've been looking around the quad, but your eyes haven't landed on anyone. If they're not here, then neither are their parents. And if that's the case, they'll be unlikely to show up for the second Parent's day," Morticia looks around the quad and then back to Wednesday. "It would've been nice to meet them today."
Wednesday says nothing about the last comment but contemplates her options. The idea of introducing her parents to you was dreadfully...uncomfortable. But the diary...Wednesday sighed an internal breath of defeat.
"Fine," Wednesday concedes. "I will ask, but I cannot control the outcome of the answer. I want the diary regardless."
"Agreed," Morticia nods.
"Alright," Gomez claps his hands together. "Why don't I catch you up on what Uncle Fester has been up to?"
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Wednesday feels a casual headache forming.
The day was long, and her family had been one of the last few to go. While her relationship with her mother improved after resolving the Garret Gates case, there was still a limit on how much time she could spend with her before feeling like she was on edge.
Although, Wednesday was pleased that her brother was faring better in school and no one was torturing him in fear his killer sister would come for them. It made her smirk a little.
But now that the day has ended, Wednesday finds herself craving something—craving you. She checks her watch, but it's still too early in the day to meet up with you for your salve treatment.
Wednesday runs her tongue against the back of her teeth in contemplation.
Friends...you were friends, weren't you?
Enid had confirmed it. With the consistent hangouts, shared stories, and occasional walking each other to class...that was friends, wasn't it?
So, if Wednesday wanted to see you earlier, she could. With that, she turns in the direction to start looking for you. You were nowhere in the quad, so Wednesday began to look for you in places you usually were.
In the end, Wednesday could not find you.
And she was angry.
First, you were avoiding eye contact, and now, you've hidden somewhere without saying a word.
When she finds you, Wednesday promised herself repercussions.
"Enid," Wednesday calls out evenly when she spots the blonde dragging her feet through the halls.
"Oh, hey, Wednesday," Enid says tiredly and then smiles. "Survived Parent's day, did we?"
"There was never a doubt."
"What's up?"
"Have you seen..." Wednesday drags and then shakes her head. "Did you happen to see—"
"I saw Faerie Canary a couple of hours ago with Bianca," Enid cut in to spare Wednesday. "Bianca's parents didn't show up either."
"Back to the rhyming, are we?" Wednesday doesn't hold back the unimpressed tone.
Enid only makes a face.
"Are they still together?" Wednesday asks.
Enid shakes her head. "I don't think so. I only heard bits of their conversation when I passed by with my family earlier."
Wednesday tilts her head, waiting for Enid to continue.
Enid looks mildly uncomfortable as she rubs the back of her neck.
"Enid," Wednesday's eyes narrow threateningly.
With a sigh, Enid mutters, "This isn't the type of gossip I'm into." But then she focuses back on Wednesday and looks at her seriously. "Don't repeat what I'm telling you. Not only do I think Bianca will stab me with her fencing sword, but I don't think Fae will talk to me if this spreads around."
Wednesday nods, and Enid looks around. Satisfied that there's no one in sight, she leans in closer to say quietly, "Bianca was talking about how it was unlikely her mother would visit again after last year. Their relationship is strained and complicated, but Bianca said she knows her mother does love her and wants the best for her. Bianca said how every mother wants the best for their kid, even if they have a fucked up way of showing it, although it was between her mother and mine for winning an award for the way they went about it." Enid scrunches her nose at that.
Wednesday nods, unsurprised by the comment.
Enid pursed her lips. "Well, then—" Enid huffs. "Fae just laughed, and then she said, 'Unless your mother's best for you is your demise, I think my mother has both of you beat on that.' I don't think she elaborated on it and left shortly after."
Wednesday was silent, her face furrowed as she thought about Enid's words. There was something uncomfortable nagging at her, and it was going to result in something Wednesday would despise.
"I see."
Enid nods. "If you find her, you didn't hear it from me, okay?" Enid gives Wednesday a look. "I also might not come back to the room tonight. I'm going to hang out with Yoko and Ajax."
Wednesday nods. "If you don't provide me an update at night, I will assume the worst and their murders will be the reason for my second expulsion here."
Enid smiles widely, doing her best to refrain from hugging her friend. "I will let you know I'm safe."
Without saying anything else, Wednesday turns and begins to head somewhere else.
Principal Weems's office.
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"Principal Weems," Wednesday calls after she knocks once and then proceeds to enter without waiting for a reply.
"Wednesday," Weems sighs deeply when she sees the gloomy girl. "How lovely to see you in my office. I assume your parents' visit went well?"
"It went fine. My mother was delighted to hear you weren't murdered and made a full recovery during the summer," Wednesday says bluntly.
Weems tries not to roll her eyes, especially when she remembers Wednesday's concerned face hovering over her when she had been injected with nightshade.
"Yes," Weems says dryly. "Surviving was the highlight of my summer." Then Weems sighs. "What can I do for you, Wednesday? Are you looking for our resident faerie? I've been told about the contest for coming up with a nickname. So far, I've heard some...interesting suggestions."
"She told you about that?" Wednesday narrows her eyes.
"Fae tells me about most things," Weems reveals. "But as her legal guardian, it's also my job to know."
"You call her Fae?" Wednesday frowns.
Weems smirks. "She actually quite likes it. I believe outside of her own amusement, Fae had her own hopes about the results of the contest."
"What does that—"
"What can I help you with, Wednesday? It's getting late."
Wednesday clenches her jaw in annoyance but tries to relax, remembering her objective of coming here in the first place.
"I want to ask you something and I want you to tell me the truth."
Weems nods. "I'll do my best."
"I'm aware that her parents couldn't visit today for her safety," Wednesday looks at Weems expectantly, who nods.
"But I was under the impression that it was their judgment that it was too dangerous," Wednesday's face was impassive. "That's not exactly true, is it? She had said the more in contact they are with her, the more it exposes her location—which is true to keep other faeries away, but the full truth is this place is meant to guard her against her parents too, isn't it?"
Principal Weems sighed, looking both annoyed and impressed as she looked at Wednesday. "Well, since you've already figured out this much from what she's told you, I assume you'll find out soon enough because you're incessant and nosy." Weems rolled her eyes. "And I would prefer you don't alert the entire school as you do your investigations, so I trust what I'll say remains between us."
Wednesday felt her jaw tightening, her position staunch as she waited for Weems to come out and say something that would irrevocably change things.
"Yes, it is too dangerous for her parents to visit," Weems confirmed. "But not because they deem it so, but because I do. I wasn't offered guardianship because her parents brought her here and requested it, but because she escaped and found me."
So few little things make Wednesday's heart beat faster. Usually, it's from excitement, but Wednesday doesn't feel the excitement from the words, 'she escaped.'
Wrong.
Wednesday had been wrong.
Wednesday is filled with dread, rage, and vengeful thoughts—promises.
"As you know, night faeries are outcasts within their own group. Many people dread their existence, and some are even violent enough to take matters into their own hands before they believe calamity ensues," Weems's hands were tightly clasped together on her desk. "I will never allow her parents to step foot on these grounds because her mother was the one to try to cut her wings off."
Wednesday turns and leaves the room, slamming the door behind her.
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There's nothing like the frustration of not having your number when you're nowhere to be found. Wednesday considers coming up with some ridiculous nickname and forcing you to accept it the next time she sees you.
There's only about an hour before she usually sneaks out to see you for your salve treatment, so Wednesday decides she'll play the cello to get her mind off things.
It'll be difficult with the hot rage that beats furiously inside Wednesday's chest. Her emotions dictate she avenges you because that's the only way she knows how to show she cares.
Wednesday opens the door to her room and finds it empty, as expected, with Enid not returning tonight. But when she looked out the balcony, she could see a silhouette of someone sitting on the railings.
Immediately, Wednesday made her way over and opened the window to see you gazing at the sky, swinging your legs as Thing sat next to you. The noise makes you turn around, and Wednesday can't explain the immense relief at seeing your face.
"Where have you been?" You ask with a tilt of your head.
"I could ask you the same," Wednesday asks with a clenched jaw.
"Around," you shrug your shoulders. "But I wanted to see you earlier than our usual time, so Thing let me in about half an hour ago."
"So, you've been here for half an hour?" Wednesday glares.
You nod.
She was going to break Thing's fingers, but the disembodied hand looked confused at Wednesday's irate behavior, and she had no choice but to let it go.
With a deep breath out of her nose, Wednesday steps out onto the balcony and joins you in sitting on the railings. It was quite a far drop-down that guaranteed either a lifetime of being a paraplegic or death.
It was kind of nice.
"How was parent's day?" You ask softly, staring out into the view.
"I survived."
You smile. "Your parents and brother are refreshing. It looked fun."
"It was not," Wednesday immediately corrects you. "You saw?"
You nod. "For a bit."
It was silent for a bit before Wednesday spoke up again.
"I talked to Weems before I went looking for you." Wednesday looks at you, but you don't look at her. "She's spilled all your secrets."
You laugh, and Wednesday frowns.
"I told her she could tell you if you asked," you reveal, a quirk on your lips but still refusing to look at her.
"Why?" Wednesday demands. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
"Because somewhere along the lines, you stopped asking me."
The words hit Wednesday in the gut, making her feel unwell and breathless. It was true, and Wednesday can't even remember when she stopped asking and started assuming.
It was so unlike her.
All of this leads towards something Wednesday knows will make her face a revelation she's not sure she's ready to.
Still, Wednesday needs to ask because that's how mysteries are solved.
"Why have you stopped looking me in the eye?"
There's silence, and despite how much Wednesday has loved it all her life, she wishes you'd say something now.
You grant her wish.
"Do you know what I think about why you stopped asking me questions?" You ask instead of answering her question. You don't give her time to answer it, though. "Everybody has told me you've got an obsession with solving mysteries. But somewhere along the lines, you knew deep down your interest would continue even after you got your answers. That would mean you're vulnerable—and you don't want to be."
Wednesday felt herself clenching her jaw and fists so tightly she could draw blood from her palms.
"So, when you asked me why I stopped looking at you in the eyes, it's because it’ll push you towards being vulnerable." As if to prove your point, you finally turn and look at Wednesday—really look at her, like she's been wanting for weeks.
You look at Wednesday, locking gazes, and Wednesday feels like she sees galaxies and constellations in your eyes. It's opening her up to your bottomless, gleaming pupils. It's invasive and vulnerable, but the thing is—Wednesday can't tell if you're looking into her or if she's the one who's looking into you.
Wednesday thinks she sees something in you that you didn't mean to share, just as you saw something in her.
You turn your head, almost ripping your gaze from Wednesday's.
"Unpleasant, wasn't it?" You say with a self-deprecating smile.
"Yes," Wednesday answers, swallowing.
You nod stiffly. "Then, for both our sake, stop—"
"But in a way that I favored," Wednesday cut in.
You slowly turn your head back, catching Wednesday's intense gaze.
Wednesday's face somehow softened, her brows less tense and eyes less narrow. It was minuscule, but you noticed.
"I'm not good at this—whatever this is," Wednesday says quietly. "I will most likely devastate you at some point but for now, all I can vow is to ask you questions if you stop avoiding my gaze."
You stare at Wednesday, analyzing her face, and she wonders exactly what you're thinking.
In the end, you chuckle. "Deal, but no questions tonight. My wings are sore, and I hear you're an excellent cellist."
PART 5
I ALWAYS COME BACK!
Heya darlings! Missed me? Admit it, you missed me,BUT I MISSED YOU EVEN MORE CYKCKYXDXXDCYXDCYYKWYXOAAAAAAA. I think you wondered why I got disapreared for 3 months, so this post will be an explanation.
I basically lost my phone on my summer trip to Germany!
So what's up.
I'm kinda alright, but it was very sad when I got cutted all my contacts with freinds, but someway I got contacted with my friend (@akskwoz) big thanks to her for understanding the situation. But my aunt from Germany helped me distract from problem, also big thanks to her, and I even felt more comfortable with her than my own parents. Which is happening much often, for me it's not surprising...
Vent timeee!! (TW: S*lfharm)
I felt like I'm a burden to my parents, my mom shouts at me for small things or things I even did accidentally. And same here, they blamed me for losting my phone, maybe there's is a bit of my fault in there but we went on another station very early and I was very sleepy that time and then, this accident happened. Although, I got over it now but few months ago it felt really bad and I felt really lonely,so I c*t myself to make me feel consequences of my actions or smth it's just wasn't my day. But I gave up after 3 c*ts because I don't have balls to go further/ jk
But I looked through the tumblr from another account (@sillyan0n) which I'll maybe deactivate soon, and saw that most of my freinds are having hard times and I truly wanted to help them, but I thought it's gonna look suspicious from the to type from another account and what they can take from a Minor?
Amelie is 15 and Benz is effin 18, and I'm I'm just a kid. I sometimes think that's they don't actually want to be friends with me just because I'm younger than them, and not that smart for them and just...I feel not good enough for them. Maybe I could talk with them about it more and maybe then feel better.
What's new?
Actually nothing special. Except I moved into 9th grade, got a new F/O (Familial, maybe gonna announce it soon), returned to drawing g0re(drawing one art on this theme). Maybe I'll start writing on Ao3,but I'm not sure in my writing skills.
But in total:
This blog will be alive AND I'll got you from whenever I'll ever be. Even from under the ground.
I'll be with you all.
LETS BEGINNNNN, I'M GONNA MAKE YOU TAKE THIS 12 INCH DIII—
We're all the pig here, Professor.
ATTENTION TO PEOPLE WHO ENJOY MY CONTENT!!
I would like to apologize for the slow updates, my hands are naturally shakey and they've been shaking more lately do to stress and slight fear. It's best that I do not handle Bernard the beetle at these times for his own safety. He still gets attention and is still taken care of, given food and water regularly. I might show some old art or just some form of content to let you know I'm alright. Until further notice, there will be little to no Bernard content. Thank you for your time.
Hey guys...
This blog is no longer going to be a dedicated AvA ask blog anymore...
There are so many fandoms I love, and I want to make blogs for all of them, but I can't manage that many separate blogs all at once. So I'm going to turn this into an all-encompassing blog for every fandom Im a part of! You can ask questions and interact with ANY CHARACTER I post here!
Im sorry if you were hoping this blog would stay as an AvA only blog, but you can still talk to them!
✨️lokius playing animal crossing✨️
they'd 100% do matching outfits
always visiting each others islands
mobius didn't really get it at first but after throughout tutorials by 💕yours truly💕 (signed by loki) he became even more obsessed than the before mentioned god
loki doesn't like blathers and often argues out loud when he drops any fossil/insect/fish/painting off at the museum, which mobius finds incredibly amusing to watch
yet he always relents when mobius suggests a museum date (yep they definitely play together)
mobius #1 characters are isabelle & brewster and he nearly loses it when loki presents him with a selfmade version of her cardigan & the roost cup for his birthday
yep 2x loki knits (did i mention that before? i just love that hc)
loki loves raymond & lucky. might be a little basic, but he absolutely adores them (i love raymond so much agh but i can't find him for the life of me)
mobius became an expert at catching literally anything without even trying
mans caught the wasps the first time he got them and hasn't been stung since
meanwhile
loki nearly gets a heart attack every time a tarantula appears (same)
and mobius always keeps a stash of medicine in his pocket bc his bf keeps getting stung
loki spends forever on custom designs
like hours
same with the mile ticket islands
he stays until that island is e m p t y
while mobius bought a ton of tickets just to search for specific villagers and then dip
loki spends hours on custom designs and mobius spends ETERNITIES diving in the ocean
he loves searching for fish & shells but he also just really likes the water sounds (me)