#Wednesday is having a vision

[achromatophoric]

Enid: Hey Willa, can you unlock your magic iBall? I promised to call your mom after we settled into the dorms.

Wednesday: Querida, it’s just a crystal ball, and there is no need to unlock it. By the very fact that centipedes have yet to sprout from your face signifies that you are an approved user.

Enid: Uh, Babycakes, we’re gonna have to like, come back to that centipede thing after you help me with this.

Wednesday: Enid. This is a snow globe. Of Dracula’s castle.

Enid: What!? I thought that was your mansion!

Wednesday: Certainly not. The mansion has impaling spikes along the eastern face, not the northern.

Enid: Then where’s your… oh no.

Wednesday: What is it, mi lupita?

Enid: *groans* This is Yoko’s. We must’ve switched. I guess I’ll call her in the— whoa! What’s the rush?

Wednesday: Call Yoko. Make sure she doesn’t answer the ball. I’ll drive.

- - Debatably adult humor incoming - -

— — Far away in off-campus housing — —

Yoko: Oh fuck…!! God, Divi. Can I ahh-fuck— can I call your tongue Hadoken?

Divina: ?

Yoko: Because it’s downright fierce. *manages a wink*

Divina: *sputters and comes up for air* Yoko! Not while I’m— oh bleugh! I snorted you, you bitch!

Yoko: *cackles* Sorry, I couldn’t resist! I uh… hey, do you hear something?

Morticia: *muffled* Enid dear, is that you?

After some scrambling, Yoko manages to fish the crystal ball out of a box of underwear, sex toys, and Funko dolls. She sets it on the bedside table with Morticia facing the two.

Morticia: Ah, Wednesday’s friends. How is it that you have her crystal ball?

Yoko: Shit. Sorry, Miss Addams. Some of our stuff must’ve gotten mixed up in the move.

Divina: Did you need to talk to Enid? I can call her for you.

Morticia: No need. And I should be the one to apologize. I did not mean to interrupt your… hmm. Activities.

Divina: *flushes*

Yoko: Pffft. Don’t apologize. You weren’t interrupting. In fact… you wanna watch? *waggles eyebrows*

Morticia: Absolutely, my dears.

Divina: Yoko!! You can’t just— wait. Seriously?

Yoko: Never doubt the Tanaka rizz, Babe. Miss Addams, I have been so looking forward to this.

Morticia: Please, call me Morticia. Now then, why don’t you two lovely dears come a touch closer and let’s begin? I dare say that our time might be short.

Yoko: You got it, Mo— can I call you Mommy? Yeah? Perfect. Babe, get back in here so we can give Mommy a show. God, I’m so—

Divina: Sorry, one sec. Uh. Yoko, Enid’s calling your phone. Should I—

Yoko/Morticia: Don’t pick up.

[kulai]

DAY 5 - 6: Vision and Worst Fear

but whose fear?.... check this out on twt! :3

[persimminwrites]

fallen angel of khorm

using waltz #2 color palette by @/synapseoftheark

[ray935sworld]

I'm so bad at editing but basically... Rosquez in 2013!

[asterois]

Straight woman wednesday?!

More likely than you think!?

[Mandatory limp wrist]

Shoutout to @ratgirlcopia for making me a trans woman copia truther, having a great time

[gardenoblues]

Tyler talking to his daughter

Tyler: you know what I think? I think you will change the world one day.

Her: no I won't.

Tyler: why? Daddy thinks you will someday.

Her: I'm evil.

Tyler: Oh.

Her: I'll make everybody witches! And bats! And vampires!

Tyler: and make everybody evil like you?

Her: Yeah😈

Wednesday, on a corner: *smiling ear to ear

Her: I'm just kidding daddy, I won't do that.

Tyler: oh, okay whatever you want sweetie.

Wednesday: *sad raven noises

[hajimemyace]

Listen…

[the-everqueen]

Lucienne's Day Off? For WIP Tuesday :) I hope today isn’t too long! Or if it is I hope you manage to relax once you get home ❤️

i lived! and then promptly took a nap when i got home lmao. merricat is a little miffed that my idea of "relaxing" isn't "play with the worm toy for hours," but we'll do some activities tonight to make up for me having had a longer than usual work day.

Lucienne's Day Off! alternate working title for this is "Luce Takes Coco For Walkies." here's a beginning snippet:

...

Dream of the Endless does not often ask favors of Lucienne.

Or at least, Morpheus didn’t. Lucienne was his first raven, his first confidante outside his siblings or lovers. She was afforded privileges—one, of course, being her Library, and the other being that her Lord and God rarely commanded her, and even more rarely asked undue favors. If he asked, it was with all the careful consideration of a thousand years of friendship, with no pressure to acquiesce. These instances were something to build toward, a dance with familiar steps.

This Dream, the one who was once Daniel, just asks.

Unfair, maybe, for her to expect otherwise. He is new, and despite the inherited weight of all his predecessor’s memories, he moves like spring. So Lucienne should not be surprised when he comes to her and asks her to accompany the Corinthian on a trip to the Waking.

“I would go myself,” Dream says, as though Lucienne isn’t gaping open-mouthed at him, “but I promised the Leviathans an offering as a gesture of our continued pact.”

“Could it not wait?”

“The Deep Sea moons—"

“No, I meant—the Corinthian. Could he not wait?”

Dream blinks owlishly.

“I only—" Lucienne smooths a hand down the front of her waistcoat. “I thought he would prefer—"

“Would you rather I ask someone else?”

Who else would he ask? Who else could hold the Corinthian’s leash? Perhaps one of the other Major Arcana. For some reason, that leaves a sour taste in Lucienne’s mouth. Ridiculous. As though an approved field trip were the same as abandoning the Dreaming.

“You said dreams and nightmares do not belong in the Waking world,” she says, deflecting while she categorizes her feelings.

“Not to roam freely,” he agrees. “But the Corinthian had a wish to see it, and I would reward him for his recent services.”

“He only performed his function.”

“Even so.”

“Besides, did he not eat his fill while your predecessor was imprisoned? Sir, with all due respect—surely you recognize the dangers of indulging him.”

Dream’s eyes flash with what—for a throat-catching moment—Lucienne thinks is anger and then realizes is hurt. That mouth, so soft and pliable, pulls into a frown. He fiddles with the cuffs on his shirt.

“The Corinthian is also new,” he murmurs at last.

[meduseld]

Between him choosing the cake to her tastes, and the birthday latte, and always catching her when she has visions, I am upset that Tyler wasn’t present at Wednesday’s crypt based bday party. He should have been there, if only to catch her. I’m guessing the only reason he wasn’t was it was Nevermore kids BUT Thing planned it and Thing shipped them to the point of hooking them up at the Rave’n so...... likely really the combo of Enid and Xavier jealousy.

[brw]

Why is Vision in that fuckass suit.

[ghcstcd]

Summoning circle for my will to draw ghouls (other than Dewdrop, but also Dewdrop) and color them so that I have a visual of what everyone (with designs atm) looks like.

[rocketbirdie]

man. now that i think about it. crisis core sure did do that to zack's potential as a character huh

[tequiilasunriise]

Homies I understand that Enid and Wednesday having potential male love interests sucks but don’t y’all understand how much angst potential this gives us. If you’ve never heard a wlw cover of ‘wish you were gay’ by Billie Eilish I suggest you get on that because oh my GOD we have been slleeeepppiingg on this gold mine of potential Wenclair slowburn heartache.

“I just wanna make you feel okay

But all you do is look the other way

I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay

I just kinda wish you were gay”

Can you imagine Enid looking across the room, seeing Wednesday caught up between her bland as shit love interests and thinking to herself, “Of course they want her, who wouldn’t? She’s just so... so.... fuck.” A quiet, heavy sigh fills the air as Enid studies that painter’s muse of a side profile that is Wednesday’s jaw. “Even if those dumbasses weren’t around, I never stood a chance anyways….”. Your honor, Enid “I just kinda wish you were gay” Sinclair is my VISION. Just hear me out.

“To spare my pride

To give your lack of interest, an explanation

Just say I'm not your type

Don’t say that I'm not your preferred sexual orientation”

The sheer pining at wholeheartedly believing she made the Classic Sapphic Mistake™️ of falling fer a straight girlie and Enid just being so full of longing for Wednesday. Miss “I ate alone at seven, you were six minutes away” telling herself to just forget about it and try to be ‘normal’ (yes internalized homophobia moment). If she can’t transform, she should at least find a suitable mate because her parents keep pressuring her to do such and this leads to her agreeing to walk outta here with Ajax (I think that’s who the show is tryna pair her up with?) when he approached her with an offer of hanging out together. Can you imagine Enid looking over her shoulder one last time in a fleeting glance at Wednesday across the courtyard talking to one of her male love interests before turning back around and walking off with Ajax?

“How am I supposed to make you feel okay

When all you do is walk the other way?

I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay-“

Okay, but here’s the thing, here’s the thing homies- as Enid is walking away imagine Wednesday looking away from her conversation with Soggy Bread Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum to catch a peek at Enid’s back. She sees her roommate and Ajax walking away together kinda close together, and, oh, how her blackened heart secretly longs. “Of course he would be drawn to her,” she thinks darkly to herself, “Like a moth to a flame, and I can’t even blame the idiot.” When Enid and Ajax turn the corner and are finally out of her field of vision, Wednesday turns back to Bland Boy Number 2. It’s clear he’s vying for her affections (they both are, actually), and normally she would have his head on a pike for such audacity, but unfortunately for her Mister Musty Dusty McCrusty has a role to play in her investigation. Speaking of her investigation, she can’t have any distractions. Wednesday tries to rebury her accursed feelings towards the radiant werewolf, really, she does try. If the world ended in a fiery explosion right then and there, let it be known that Wednesday Addams tried. But, as Wednesday hears the faintest echo of Enid’s laugh from down the hall, a laugh Ajax himself surely caused….

“-I just kinda wish you were gay”

[triglycercule]

i WAS gonna complain about horror being a skeleton and therefore never able to do the akanbe face but then i remembered. i'm an artist!! i can just DRAW him doing it 😇😇😇 ok but he doesn't have eyelids iKNOW ill figure it out ok

[racingliners]

not to toot my own horn too loudly.... but the next TRoS chapter is going WELL!

[pearlypairings]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

I've been tagged by the lovely @pipergirl17 to share a snippet of one of my many WIPs lol. Thank you for the tag!

I chose a snippet from my latest endeavor, a steve x chrissy oneshot at the country club :)

Chrissy groaned under her breath. Steve always made it seem so easy. She needed to wait a few minutes, space out her own mysterious absence to look less suspicious, less scandalous. She knew the moment her chair budged that her mother’s scrutiny would be a laser beam through her, and she needed to avoid being maimed in order to meet up with her partner in country club crime. “Oh, Peter, you are too much!” Her mother schmoozed, raising her nose up at the lawyer with a dry laugh. Chrissy held back a scoff and stayed true to course. “You must be an absolute riot in court. Really too funny for your own good.” Her father swirled the whiskey neat in his glass (always Macallan and exactly two ounces, yuck!). His face, unreadable as always, drifted toward the tabletop; her mother was the better socialite, that was no secret. Chrissy knew to work through her father to get out quickly. She tapped his hand and fluttered her eyelashes, as her mother listened to Peter the Lawyer yap on and on about some ridiculous joke about jury duty she was sure the punch line wouldn’t live up to the length of the lead-in. Her father took a nice, long sip when he finally acknowledged her. “I’m going to speak to…. Mrs. Litchke about this year’s summer program. Won’t be long, ‘kay?” He swallowed, looked to his wife who was still enthralled by the stupid joke, and nodded with a shrug. “Don’t take too long. You know how she gets when you’re late.”

I'm chugging along on this one and really looking forward to finally post the finished product:) It's a fun one, that's for sure!