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A Good Day for Death Dia de los Muertos Special 2024
Wednesday Addams x Demigod! Reader
Dia de los Muertos Special
Mouse Note: I hope I did this justice!
“And done,” said Enid, looking at her work. She was pleased with herself. “What do you think, Wednesday?”
Wednesday looked into the mirror next to them. She inspected the blank and white paint that created a skeletal structure across her face. She nodded. “Disturbing.”
“I’m glad you like it,” said Enid. She knew that was a compliment. She had made sure to only use black and white for Wednesday since she was allergic to color, but her own makeup had swirls of pink and blue around the eyes and cheeks. “(Y/N) will like it, too.”
Wednesday remained carefully silent at Enid’s comment (she was of the opinion it wasn’t obvious she liked (Y/N) while Enid saw through her completely).
“Do you have your gift for them?” asked Enid.
Wednesday looked at her evenly. “Yes.”
“Ooh, what is it?” said Enid.
“You will see when they open it,” said Wednesday.
“That makes me think it’s like a skull or something,” said Enid. She shivered while Wednesday grilled like a mad scientist at the idea. “And I know their birthday is on Dia de los Muertos, but let’s not make it all about death, okay?”
“Why not?” (Y/N) smiled as they stepped into the room. “I don’t mind. I am the child of Thanatos. And I celebrate death. Our family can still return to us, after all.” In the room behind them, the candles of the ofrenda flickered as if agreeing with them. The faint light highlighted their own makeup. They had the skull shape on their face, of course, but they also had gold and silver dusting their eyes and small black flowers on their cheeks.
“My family often raises one another from the dead,” said Wednesday, nodding.
“How does an Addams die?” said Enid, frowning.
“They decide to rest for a bit,” said Wednesday vaguely.
(Y/N) chuckled, and Wednesday was pleased with herself for evoking the sound.
“You guys look good,” said (Y/N). “Our makeup all fits us.”
“We’re here to embrace your traditions,” said Enid, smiling.
“I’ve always wanted to be a skeleton,” said Wednesday.
“And now’s your chance!” said (Y/N) cheerfully. “Come on out. The food is all ready.”
“Food!” said Enid excitedly.
“First we should put some on the ofrenda,” said Wednesday.
“Right,” said (Y/N). “I have a basket prepared.”
Together, the three took food and placed it on the ofrenda. Marigolds, skulls, and skeleton figurines already sat around the pictures of (Y/N)’s family. They smiled as they gazed at the flickering candles. Gently, they lifted an incense stick and lit it. Putting it down again, they let the smoke curl up around them.
“There,” they said. They could feel the energy of the room changing, and, though they couldn’t see any of their ancestors, their demigod nature let them feel their slight presence all the same.
“It’s so beautiful,” said Enid. “It really makes it all so beautiful.”
“Death doesn’t have to be an end,” said (Y/N), smiling.
“It is merely another state,” said Wednesday.
Together, the three friends stood and stared at the ofrenda until the sound of music draw their attention. Enid brightened.
“Is that—”
“New Orleans Dia de los Muertos parade,” said (Y/N), smiling.
“Quick, open my present so I can go and watch!” said Enid excitedly. She grabbed her wrapped gift and shoved it into (Y/N)’s hands.
(Y/N) smiled and undid the wrapping. They grinned. “I love them, Enid!” It was more jewelry in silver and gold, all with scythes and skulls and other motifs of death (that (Y/N) loved wearing).
“I knew you would,” said Enid proudly. “Now, Wednesday, give your gift to (Y/N). I’m going to watch the parade.” She ran to the balcony of (Y/N)’s mother’s New Orlean’s home and eagerly looked out as the parade approached. (She was both excited for the parade and eager to give (Y/N) and Wednesday a moment together).
“Here,” said Wednesday. She held out a black-wrapped box. The bow had small, multicolored skulls.
“I thought you were allergic to color?” said (Y/N) teasingly.
“Enid insisted I embrace Dia de los Muertos for your birthday,” said Wednesday. “And skulls are acceptable.”
(Y/N) smiled. “Thank you, Wednesday.”
“You haven’t opened the gift,” said Wednesday.
“I know. But I know I’ll like it,” said (Y/N). They grinned widely, and Wednesday felt the now-familiar sickness of care course through her as she was the softness of their gaze (she was growing to enjoy the poison, truthfully). “I’ll like anything you give me.”
Wednesday considered whether her heart skipping a beat meant she was dying. That would be interesting, especially on Dia de los Muertos. Instead of dying, though, she just watched (Y/N) unwrap the gift and lift out a book. It was black leather with smooth, empty pages. However, on the cover was the carved name (Y/N).
“Your poetry deserves a proper book,” said Wednesday. “It’s far too good for a spiral notebook.”
(Y/N) smiled. “Thank you, Wednesday. I love it.”
Wednesday deathly cold skin felt just a bit warmer beneath her makeup as they spoke. “Of course.”
“Do you want to watch the parade with me?” said (Y/N). They knew Enid was there, but the “with me” slipped from their lips unbidden.
“Yes,” said Wednesday.
Together, they walked to the balcony. Enid was watching the dancers and floats go by with a giant grin, and she risked a glance at (Y/N) and Wednesday as they leaned against the railing. She smiled to herself as they stood side-by-side.
“I’m going to grab some food, be right back,” said Enid, walking inside for a second. (Hey, she needed to let them be alone to adjust and have a nice moment.”
(Y/N) and Wednesday looked at the dancers go by in a swirl of bright colors, black, and white. The city was alive even as it celebrated death. In a way, it mirrored Wednesday and (Y/N). Both connected to death and mystery yet both more alive than others, not drifting through life.
Hesitantly, (Y/N)’s hand slid across the railing towards Wednesday’s. It brushed against her hand, their pinkies touching. Wednesday glanced down as (Y/N) pulled back slightly, not wanting to cross any boundaries. Looking back at the parade, Wednesday moved her hand over. Her pinky curled around (Y/N)’s.
(Y/N) smiled to themself, and Wednesday glanced over. She liked that sight. (Y/N) glanced at Wednesday, and, upon seeing her already looking at them, they smiled slightly. They thought Wednesday looked beautiful in the face paint and lantern light.
“Thank you for celebrating with me, Wednesday,” said (Y/N).
“You are…pleasant company,” said Wednesday.
(Y/N) smiled, and Wednesday smiled ever-so-slightly. An Addams and the child of death stood side-by-side as the spirits of the dead and living danced in lively music around them. And their hearts thrummed to life just a bit more.
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The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.
#it’s just???#at the end of the day all these people want to do is draw and write their stories and share them with the world#why is death from stress the end game for so many of them#this should not be part of the package when finally deciding that this is what you want to do with your life#rambling#I still never got over miura’s passing man#and Togashi is still here but he’s been suffering from the consequences of overwork#it’s just… all so bleak#fans just need to learn to be patient if these changes are ever made and to be respectful#your fav series is not gonna die just because you can’t get it right now#I’m glad that gege does this now like he takes a break every 2-3 chapters and that’s good#this should be normalized
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Prompt 314
Danny has discovered something absolutely amazing. While he can’t cook for shit, he can? Actually bake? Really well? Must be those bonding sessions in Long Now with Clockwork making all those cookies and cakes and everything else.
But? This means he can A, actually make himself food, and B, has somehow befriended several more ghosts, including his rogues. Apparently he gave off bedraggled cat vibes when covered in flour. Or they just enjoyed the cupcakes he’d made to look like them in a sleep deprived ferver.
But hey, he even has a decent job while he’s in (online due to medical issues, officially) college at one of the local bakery-cafes. Which means he also gets free coffee, so that’s nice too. Just erm, he might’ve gotten in the habit of handing cookies or other baked goods to anyone trying to attack him.
Look, it’s how he befriended his rogues (Apparently Fright Knight, being the ghost of Autumn, enjoys pumpkin spice cookies, who knew?) and they even continue to visit too.
So really, it’s not his fault that there’s several goonion (honestly Sam will be pleased to learn they’ve got a union) members who are now constantly coming to the bakery. And- okay is that another undead person? Have a cupcake.
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Danny giving Solomon Grundy a cupcake: Have a good day :)#Grundy: This small death is now Friend#Danny befriends a few talons via ecto-cookies#Jason who hasn’t even revealed himself to the bats yet visits the cafe from his goons insisting#Yes Danny makes lil cupcakes & cookies of vigilantes & rogues & whatever he sees that day#And he always has a batch of his ex-rogue’s favorites ready#He’s enjoying this not-vigilante and doin school thing it’s peaceful#He’s had enough engineering & is in business & health majors#Along with a bit of medical in the ghost zone#he’s too tired to worry about the criminals forming a mini cult around him#Danny is accidentally acting like an ecto filter via baking stuff
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He's just a gunky goopy lil guy
#qsmp#slimecicle#bobby qsmp#gegg#animation#lil animation before doomsday cause that conversation with bobby the other night GUTTED me guys#somethin anout slime having to so rapidly change the way he saw bobby (only a few seconds ago at that) and finally getting#some of that understanding and forgiveness he needs from someone who also knew tilin and blamed him for their death#and it coming from bobby#most violent kid on the server /aff#who he was talking about killing just a few seconds prior and who had the same outlook of blaming slime for tilins death as slime himself#REALLY gets to me#also bobby who's afraid of what might happen to him in the next few days#AAGHHHHHHHH#THEY BOTH LOVED TILINNNNN#(and both felt guilty)#my art#gif#(I think he was just trying to be a good uncle and messed up)#(I really hope you make it B)#(tell slime to feel free to go back to being himself)#(you're a good egg bobby)#<- looking at these line specifically#also the way charlie gets all quiet after he realizes bobby's talking about tilin#charlies conversations with leo and bobby as gegg both really got me#:(((((((
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LIBERAL EMO BANDS
fall out PERSON TRANS cab for cutie TWINK-182 PANSEXUAL! at the disco paraMORE WOKE WOMEN’S RIGHTS of spring my chemical romance good charoLGBTQ PERSON OF COLOR veil brides green GAY
#I’m well aware not all of these are actually emo bands however I think I’m funny#mcr#fob#blink 182#death cab for cutie#p!atd#paramore#rites of spring#good charlotte#black veil brides#green day
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None of our hands are clean
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#jin guangshan#mianmian#The secret meaning behind one of the jin members scuttling off is:#I couldn't make three people work out in the remaining panels and per my rule of '3 attempts and take a different approach' he had to go.#Sometimes there are meaningful reasons why something happens in the background. And sometimes it is like this.#Let's just say he saw what was about to happen and got out of there before mianmian started throwing hands.#Okay no more delay. The sheer boldness to call WWX a killer in a room full of people who wear their war body count as a badge...#It's about hypocrisy yes - but it is also about how the narrative shifts on the same action depending on the frame.#Because at the end of the day...the blood on our hands is still blood on our hands.#Both the deaths on the battlefield and the deaths of the Jin's abusing the Wen remnants are still deaths caused by another.#They are also deaths that - depending who holds the frame - are noble acts to protect others.#But it isn't supposed to be about who was right and who was wrong.#It is about the need to be seen as the victim to avoid culpability.#Because if you aren't responsible you don't have to be held accountable. You don't have to grow or change.#If someone takes all the blame then there is no need to reflect on your own faults.#We have to protect our fragile ego from the mirror lest it shatter and we have to remake it anew.#Horrifically enough...even if WWX spared the Jin guards or even never ran into Wen Qing#He wouldn't have been able to escape being the scapegoat. He downfall was set into motion a long time ago.#My goodness...What a deliciously tragic story Wei Wuxian's first life was.
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Light’s mom & sister: Light died trying to fight Kira he must be happy in heaven 🥺😔
Matsuda:
#death note#happy Light died day#Matsuda#matsuda touta#I was laughing so hard drawing this#I’ve wanted to draw this me for a bit now but I never could think of a good idea#till now that is#oh also this is the idea no one told them the truth because I doubt anyone would#…or maybe this is how Matsuda breaks the news LOLL
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I won't be able to finish this drawing before the convention, which will take up my next 5 days.. But I want to talk a little about him.. I've been thinking about golems and Frankenstein, and the trans body, projection and misunderstanding, villainization and death.
The concepts of Frankenstein's monster and the golem have been swimming in my head for a while, and their lore intertwining.. The tragedy of existing being seen as a monster no matter how you try,.. And the Golem, a protector of his people and a servant whose only flaw always rang a bit close to home as an an autistic person-- being too literal in execution of his orders. He's tired and struggles with a yearning for death. His havdalah candles will be out.. The first flame of the week, a spark of starting over again-- The flame brings him fear. As much as he's kept himself together he doesn't know how much longer he can keep doing it, he fears failure- but the fear of what may happen if he's gone is even more terrifying. He's lived a long life, and over time the one who formed him has sculpted him to the golem's own wishes.. From nothing to the man he is- but even with that effort, to outsiders he's still a monster. His skin is different shades of clays from varying riverbeds as his people have travelled.. Golems are unformed, imperfect.. but even as outsides can be polished the insides can still be broken
#i have a million thoughts on him but will only put a little ramble i guess#jewish art#trans art#you ever think about how no matter how hard you try as a trans person at the end of the day a large amount of people will still see you#as trans. doesnt matter how acceptable you look#the same thing is with jewishness for me.. it's been like a damage multiplier on top of transness.#it doesnt matter how nice i try to be or how caring. it doesnt matter how many good things i do im still a jew to a large amount of people#even within the queer community haha :') ive felt it so often in queer communities here.#this little guy is gonna be where i store that experience as a trans jew. it goes in the frankengolem#i like the thought of frankenstein's fear of fire being incorporated into him in his fear of both rest and havdalah..#he doesnt feel safe to rest. he dreads the new week. his entire life he spends in dread even if he wants to protect his loved ones#gently pats the top of his head.. this boy's autistic#long text#bare chest#death#cw death#tw death#just in case
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Mental Health Tip! Don't skip meals lest you be fighting demons
#Big Hero 6#BH6#Hiro Hamada#au stuff#uhhhh#cw existential dread#I guess? Not really the exact emotion expressed in this specific instance but it is the overall issue#something something Hiro survivors guilt he keeps avoiding because that's a whole nastier can of worms than standard grief#“I'm moving on from Tadashi's death so I'm almost good!” he says meanwhile the EVERYTHING ELSE is still waiting to be unpacked#Cus like fun fact about grief caused by loss bet money that grief is not going to be the only thing you gotta work on healing#humans brains are really funky about death especially when it happens spontaneously when you least expect it#Anyway reminder that self care and mental health is not linear there are days you think you're good and then you Find Out#but that's okay#so yeah this was supposed to be a quick warm up doodle for another drawing but I ended up messing around with it and now its a thing#I did find a new way of sketching I think I like so we'll see how it goes#been busting out the solid 3px pen I used to used back in 2018 when I started drawing art for the series that's been fun#god bless tags man great for yappers
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Every Day it's Calypso's Birthday
#LGBT#lgbtedit#Good Omens#goedit#goodomensedit#Our Flag Means Death#ofmdedit#Our Flag Means Gay#OFMD#ourflagmeansdeathedit#Our Flag Means Good Omens#Every Day#La Vie En Rose#My Gif#Gabriel#Beelzebub#Izzy Hands#Jim Jiminez#Wee John Feeney#Shax#Michael#Lucius Spriggs#Black Pete#Jon Hamm#Shelley Conn#Con O'Neill#Vico Ortiz#Kristian Nairn#Nathan Foad#Happy New Years
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Do you have anymore drawings that we haven’t seen of Cain absolutely fucking up Rire? Idk about you but there’s something about Rire being put in his place by Cain that really makes makes my heart quiver 💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥
I drew this to a Vengaboys compilation mix
#boyfriend to death#btd2#art#doodle#caire#like 90% of pics where Rire is forced in the same frame as Cain he is having a bad day#the other 10% is Cain having a bad day lol#the way of the world#also you would not believe how fitting a vengaboys mix was for this was it started with UP AND DOWN and i was like...ok XDDD#this pic is subtitled 'if you didnt come to party...'#yes good anons continue drawing its good for you :D#Anonymous#also i get asks specifically about Cain and i'd just like to remind everyone he is not my charac and so i dont answer them
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A Good Day for Death Christmas Special 2023
Wednesday Addams x Reader
Mouse Note: Happy Holidays! I hope you all have a great season and a good time with whoever you celebrate whatever with!
“Christmas?” Wednesday folded her arms. “It’s too sappy for me.”
“You said the same thing about Valentine’s Day, but you ended up having a good time!” said Enid, hands on her hips.
“I did not ‘have a good time,’ ” said Wednesday. “I was just forced into participation.”
“Tell that to the empty chocolate box that (Y/N) gave you,” said Enid.
“They happened to guess correctly that I liked bitter chocolate,” said Wednesday defiantly.
“And they happened to get back rose stems for their troubles?” remarked Enid pointedly.
“I don’t like being indebted to anyone,” said Wednesday.
Enid sighed. “God, we’re getting off topic. Listen, this is the last name for the Secret Santa we’re doing! You have to participate or someone doesn’t get a gift!”
“That’s their own fault,” said Wednesday. “Maybe they weren’t ‘good’ this year and didn’t earn anything. Isn’t that part of the Christmas tradition?”
“Please, Wednesday?” said Enid, pouting.
Wednesday shifted, slightly moved but not capitulating yet.
“Pleeease?” repeated Enid.
“No,” said Wednesday.
Enid huffed. “I didn’t want to do this, but I have to.” She unfolded the paper to reveal (Y/N)’s name on it. “You see? You got (Y/N) for Secret Santa.”
“I didn’t agree to anything,” said Wednesday, but her eyes remained on the name.
“Oh, yeah? Well, do you want (Y/N) to come to our party and not have anything?” Enid leaned forward and grinned. From the way Wednesday’s gaze hadn’t moved, Enid knew she had her right where she wanted. With (Y/N), you could get Wednesday to do anything. “Just think of how disappointed they’d be.”
Wednesday mentally ran through all of the spells and pranks she could use to make Enid’s life hell. “…Fine.” She wouldn’t let down (Y/N).
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“Wednesday, you came!” said (Y/N), grinning. They had on a Nightmare Before Christmas sweater to get in the spirit of the holiday.
“Enid wore me down,” said Wednesday, holding the black gift bag with her present for (Y/N) tightly in her hands.
“Whatever it took to get you here, I’m just glad you came,” said (Y/N).
Wednesday felt the familiar poison entering her system and causing her to be tempted to smile. Hell, feelings were troublesome. “Right,” she said stiffly.
“Come on, I saved you a seat,” said (Y/N), gesturing for her to follow them to the couches where people were gathering to exchange gifts.
“I thought you didn’t know I was coming,” said Wednesday.
“I didn’t, but I made sure you had a place anyways,” said (Y/N) brightly.
Wednesday mentally cursed the poison as it further infected her heart. (Y/N) was way too kind, and Wednesday liked that they had made sure Wednesday would feel accepted way too much. In fact, Wednesday was touched that (Y/N) had thought of her. Her crush was getting out of hand.
“Thanks,” said Wednesday, sitting down and avoiding eye contact.
“No problem,” said (Y/N), smiling. They knew Wednesday meant what she said. The facial expression didn’t matter. They understood. (And Wednesday pretended that it wasn’t nice to have someone understand her so well).
“Alright, everyone here?” Enid looked around the circle. Wednesday, (Y/N), Xavier, Ajax, Yoko, Eugene and even Bianca (who had been as hesitant as Wednesday but ultimately sighed and joined the group) all sat on the couches and looked back at her. “Perfect!” She held up her gift, brightly wrapped in sparkly blue paper. “I’ll go first.” She held out her gift. “I got Eugene!”
The boy brightened and took the gift. Opening it, he smiled. “Honey jars!” They were empty jars with little bees drawn on them, very cute and appropriate for the beekeeper. “Thank you, Enid. Once the bees get back to producing, I’ll definitely use these.”
“No problem!” said Enid.
“I guess it’s now my turn,” said Eugene. He pushed up his glasses before handing his bag to Ajax. “I got you, Ajax.”
He smiled and took the gift. From within, he pulled out a new beanie decorated to look like scales. Ajax chuckled, and from under his current hat, his snakes hissed happily. “Thanks, Eugene.”
“You’re welcome,” said Eugene, glad that his present was well-received.
And so the gift-giving continued. Ajax gave a new pair of sunglasses to Yoko, and Yoko gave new makeup to Bianca. In turn, she gave Xavier new art supplies (and Xavier tried not to look sullen that Wednesday hadn’t gotten him. He really wanted to get a gift from her).
“I got you, Enid,” said Xavier, holding out a gift to her.
Enid eagerly opened it and smiled. “Nail polish! Thanks, I needed some more. I’ve been running out so quickly.” (Transforming meant that her claws sometimes messed up her nail polish, so she had to redo it a lot).
Xavier nodded. “No problem.”
“Well, I guess that leaves (Y/N) and Wednesday,” said Enid. She smiled. “Wow, they got each other! That’s so fun.”
Bianca looked around and rolled her eyes. It seemed she was the only one who recognized that Enid definitely organized it that way.
Xavier forced himself not to sulk that, once again, (Y/N) was getting a moment with Wednesday that he wanted to have. He still wasn’t fond of how much Wednesday seemed to not mind their presence and even sometimes prefer it (at least to his).
“I guess we did,” said (Y/N), smiling at Wednesday.
“Evidently,” said Wednesday. She held out her black-wrapped gift to (Y/N). “Here.”
(Y/N) opened it up and looked inside. “Aw, Wednesday, thanks!”
“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” said Wednesday, shaking off the flutter of her heart due to the damn infection she was dealing with.
“What is it?” said Enid eagerly.
(Y/N) lifted up a large black and white sweater that reminded the group of Wednesday’s.
“Wow, it looks so much like Wednesday’s,” observed Bianca.
“It was mine,” said Wednesday. Everyone turned and stared at her. None of them could believe that she was actually give something she owned to someone else. “(Y/N) liked it, and they wear more white with their black than I do.” She said it as if it was logical or stupid to think anything of it, but she knew she had given it because 1) (Y/N) clearly liked it, 2) they’d look good in it, and 3) yes, alright, Wednesday wanted (Y/N) to wear something of hers because that meant…something.
“Thank you, Wednesday, I love it,” said (Y/N), smiling at their crush and fighting not to turn pink. Effortlessly, they pulled off their Christmas sweater and put Wednesday’s sweater on over their tank-top.
Wednesday pretended she didn’t really like seeing them in her clothes. “You’re welcome.”
“And now you have to open mine!” said (Y/N), holding out their gift for Wednesday. It was wrapped in white but had a black bow just for Wednesday.
She nodded and opened the box. She lifted a book out of it and furrowed her brow. “This is mine.”
(Y/N) grinned. “I got your manuscript bound professionally!”
Wednesday ran her hand over the black-bound book with the white lettering and designs of spiders, snakes, and several detective tools across the cover. To see her story look like a book being sold everywhere was…nice. She didn’t mind admitting she liked it. “Thank you,” said Wednesday. She was surprised, once again, that (Y/N) guessed what she’d like. She should really stop being surprised. They knew her well.
“Of course, Wednesday,” said (Y/N), smiling.
Everyone was silent as they looked between (Y/N) and Wednesday. Enid moved it to give them a moment. “I’m going to start a movie. Come on, help me choose something!” she said, pulling the rest away.
(Y/N) and Wednesday were left alone.
“So, did you like Christmas? Or was it too cheery for you?” teased (Y/N).
“It was miserable to see everyone so cheerful,” said Wednesday. “So it was perfect.”
(Y/N) laughed. “I’m glad you had a good day, then.” They cocked their head as they gazed at Wednesday softly. “Merry Christmas, Wednesday.”
Wednesday looked back with more concealed gentleness. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”
Okay, so maybe she was glad she came.
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#a good day for death#x reader#gn reader#nb reader#x gn reader#x nb reader#wednesday netflix#netflix wednesday#wednesday x reader#wednesday series#wednesday addams x reader#addams#the addams family#merry xmas#merry christmas#happy holidays#christmas special#christmas
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#it's my goal in life to get good enough at colouring so I can turn all the night scenes into day scenes :)))#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd gifs#ofmd edit#ofmdaily#ofmdedit#ofmdsource#ofmd edward teach#edward teach#ed teach#ofmdgifs#my gifs
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Graveleaper sketches
#not having a good day today so here are some doodles of Death's Assistant#the graveleaper#starbsart#original character
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The top tv episodes of 2023 are so queer
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TUMBLR USER AMELIA-YAP. POINTS
I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT YER ART IS SO COOL AND AWESOME AND SUPER EXPRESSIVE AND SMART AND PRETTY AND CUTE AND EEEE ALL THE BEST VIBES <3333
YER ART IS A HUGE INSPIRATION TO MEEE THANK YE FER ARTING HEHEHE 💙💙💙💙
I HOPE YE HAVE A GREAT DAY!!! :3
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#ruby rose#weiss schnee#whiterose#white rose#rwby#my art#tumblr user cowcowwow!#i will strangle you to death you can't just appear and barf out so many nice words#but i do really appreciate them a lot thank#pleas take this as token of appreciation#gay people!!#i had a good time doing the wings! big floof#and i really loved the design!#wish to draw them sometimes again without weiss' large ass wings blocking off 99% of your design lmao#inspiration really is a neat thing#hab a great day as wellll#or forever#(a threat)
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