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I think I posted somewhere that I'm gonna make some kind of game then it didn't go through.... Well now I'm gonna make a web-based game about Enid as a cashier and Wednesday as the manager, then the player will be in Enid's pov and it's basically gonna be just a cashier game😖

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It’s the way Wednesday straight up lied about killing two classmates to Enid to scare her and Enid was just like “oh.” for three seconds and then happily continued the tour with a smile on her face for me but like yeah she’s totally too bright for Wednesday and Wednesday would ruin her and Tyler was the only one who looked past Wednesday’s weirdness you’re so right bff sarcasm

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Enid:*whines*

Wednesday:No.

Enid:*whines*

Wednesday:No.

Enid:*whines*

Wednesday:No Enid,now stop asking or I'll turn you into a wolf rug!

Enid:*whines louder*

Wednesday:I SAID NO DAMN IT! STOP ASKING!

(5 minutes later)

Wednesday: 2 large pup cups please.

Enid:*whines happily with her tail wagging*

The end❤️

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I got a little something goin on my AO3 mwehehehe

Here's a snippet of the latest chapter:

"Anya mentioned you might be concerned about my parents," Lexa began, her voice soft and soothing. "And I understand just how intimidating they can be." She reached for a tissue, surprising Clarke as Lexa gently wiped away a stray dab of dressing Clarke had missed earlier from the corner of her lip, a gesture so tender it sent a fresh wave of tears prickling Clarke's eyes.

"You haven't changed a bit, Clarke," Lexa continued, her voice laced with affection. "Still as pretty and fierce as I remember. They'd love you for that. Trust me, if anyone's going to get the brunt of their disapproval, it'll be me, not you."

Clarke couldn't pinpoint the exact trigger. Maybe it was the way Lexa so effortlessly understood her unspoken anxieties. Maybe it was the unexpected compliment, the reminder of a time before burdens and responsibilities weighed them down. Maybe it was the progesterone and the hCG among the many hormones coursing through her, who knows? Or maybe it was simply the innocence that shone in Lexa’s eyes.

Tears welled up in Clarke’s own, spilling over and tracing glistening tracks down her flushed cheeks. Lexa's reassurance had struck a nerve. It wasn't just the fear of Indra and Gustus' reaction; it was the raw vulnerability of being seen, truly seen.

"What? I'm crying—What am I doing?" Clarke mumbled to herself, blinking rapidly as if trying to clear her vision. The confusion in her voice was laced with a touch of frustration. Here she was, a sobbing mess in a public diner, all because of Lexa's unexpected empathy.

Grasping for composure, she fumbled for a napkin, wiping her nose with a sniffle. Lexa simply watched, her own expression unreadable. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, making Clarke even more self-conscious.

"Don't look at me like that," Clarke blurted out, a touch of defiance in her voice. Lexa's unwavering gaze felt like a spotlight, highlighting her emotional unraveling.

Lexa, however, merely shifted in her seat and reached for her fries. She picked one up, her movements precise and controlled as if she were attending a formal dinner, not a roadside diner with a distraught, ketchup-stained Clarke across from her. Yet, despite the return to her usual composure, Clarke couldn't help but notice the way Lexa's eyes kept flicking back to her.

"Don't look at me like that either!" Clarke cried out, a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill. The public setting, which had initially bothered her, seemed irrelevant now.

Lexa didn't respond with words, but a soft chuckle escaped her lips. The sound was rare, a melodic chime that struck a chord deep within Clarke. Unlike Lexa's tears, which were already few and far between, her laughter was almost mythical. Sure, there were smiles and moments of amusement, but this genuine, full-bodied chuckle was something special, reserved only for specific moments.

Seeing Lexa's reaction, a strange comfort washed over Clarke. The tears subsided a little, leaving behind a dampness around her eyes.

"Fine, you can look," Clarke relented, sniffing as she resumed eating.

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If you get the meme reference, thank you🙇

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"that ship isn't canon! that character isn't gay!" well thats not what the voices told me

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WENCLAIR + TEXT POSTS

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First test in the new program;)

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was lazily scrolling on tumblr when i had to take a second look at this, i thought WHATS A DARK ANEMIA SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT only to read it again and ooohhh... its dark ACADEMIA i suppose its cause im anemic

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Sam: Tara?! She’s literally the killer!!

Tara: *standing next to Amber holding her hand* shhh Sam I can fix her, we talked about this

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employees should be allowed to steal, actually

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High Def Wallpaper of some enhanced Screen shots of Lena in her office. My new wallpaper slideshow. Yes I am becoming that fan.

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“hey, you” sketch

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I hope the writers are taking note, this is freakin awesome

I was rewatching the 90’s Addams Family movies and it got to the part where Wednesday and Pugsley are preforming what I think is a scene from Hamlet at their school’s talent show and now I need a season of Wednesday where Enid forces Wednesday to audition for Nevermore’s school play with her.

Because I just know that Wednesday will be like “fine, but I won’t enjoy it” only to be super into it, go completely overboard and already have all of Shakespeare memorised leading to her getting the lead role and the entire Addams family coming to watch.

Best case scenario Romeo and Juliet but Wednesday’s Romeo and Enid’s Juliet and Wednesday makes it 1000x more gruesome than it already is and is always changing the lines but while maintaining perfect Shakespearean English leaving whoever’s directing (preferably Bianca) to be like “you know what sure this might as well happen”

Their opening performance is at the end of the season and also during the final battle against whoever the current villain is and when it gets to the part at the end where Romeo stabs themselves to be with Juliet Wednesday gets stabbed for real backstage but just decides go with it and finish her performance before telling anyone.

Enid: Wednesday you were stabbed! Why didn’t you say anything?

Wednesday: I was method acting, Enid. Don’t disregard my craft. My performance was immaculate.

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Happy Pride to Lena specifically 😅