#it is indeed wednesday my dudes

[icantalk710]

Me: "I need a full (typed implied) letter on full official letterhead confirming a thing for us"

This landlord: *sends a short, not even 8.5x11" photo of a handwritten letter lacking full letterhead to confirm the thing*

Me:

[literarynecromancy]

This sounds fun as hell! As well as character-driven stories sometimes work the best with simple plotlines~ It gives the reader more time to spend with the characters!

Fight choreography is also something I'm dreading with my own works. I struggle to keep them paced and not too fast!

Who is awake this fine Wednesday morning? 😄

Feel free to tell me about the project your working on!

(It's not an excuse to read instead of write. Totally. I promise!)

[juanabaloo]

reading about some Hollywood veteran talking trash about Jenna Ortega's actions on her show Wednesday...

[achromatophoric]

Wenclairtober 2024, Day 14 - Borrowed Clothes

Yoko: Yo bitches! I just saw the craziest shit you’re not gonna believe!

The gang pauses their eating as Yoko plops herself at their table. The vampires vibrates visibly with excitement with her fangs on full display in a manic grin.

Divina: Hey babe, whatcha got?

Yoko: Oh just some tea with a capital T. We’re talking top shelf. Loose leaf. None of that bagged shit.

Bianca: *rolls eyes* We get it. Now spill already.

Yoko: *waves everyone closer* Right. Kay. So like— picture Wednesday Addams. Dead eyes, blank face, signature braids. Five-foot-meh of concentrated spite.

Yoko: Now picture her…

Yoko: … in PINK.

Yoko: *mimes explosion*

Bianca: *sits back* Nope. That’s some fake news right there.

Divina: *tilts head* Yeah, you sure babe? Sounds far-fetched. Maybe it wasn’t Wednesday?

Ajax: Yeah I dunno. Can’t really picture it. Can you, dude?

Kent: Nah bruh. Same.

Yoko: 😧

Yoko: I’m telling the truth! These eyes have seen what they’ve seen.

Divina reaches over and playfully taps Yoko’s shades.

Divina: You sure it’s not just your shades, babe? When was the last time you cleaned them?

Yoko: *sputters* It’s not my— bitches come ON! Would I— THERE! LOOK!!

The table’s occupants look in the direction of Yoko’s frantic pointing to see Wednesday entering the Quad. The somber Addams is indeed dressed in a pink ensemble that could only belong to the girl by her side.

Yoko: SEE?! I told you bitches. Fucking. PINK!

Divina: *worriedly* Babe, are you feeling okay?

Yoko: Wh-What? Why?

The rest of the table exchange a series of concerned looks.

Yoko: What? What is it?

Bianca: Girl. Addams isn’t wearing pink.

Yoko: Whut?

Divina: Yeah babe. She’s just wearing black, like she always does.

Yoko: But—

Ajax: Did you like smoke anything funny?

Kent: Yeah, like salvia? DMT maybe?

Yoko: What the fuck—

Enid: Howdy everyone! What’s up?

Everyone turns to look at the newly arrived couple. Other than Wednesday’s alarmingly pink attire, nothing seems unusual about the two.

Yoko: ENID! Thank Tepes— you tell them!

Enid: *blinks* Tell them what?

Yoko: That Addams is wearing your clothes!

Enid: *confused* Uh… yeah? Isn’t that totally obvi?

Yoko: *to the table* Hear THAT, bitches?! What did I—

Enid: *smiles* She’s wearing my new black stuff.

Yoko: —tell y-WHAT?!

Enid: Uh. You know, so we can match? She’s just like um— well…

Wednesday: I am imbuing the clothing with my scent prior to use.

Enid: That. Thanks, babe. *affectionate kiss*

Yoko: 😨

Yoko: *distress intensifies* But— but pink!

Enid: You mean my jacket? It’s more of a magenta—

Yoko: No, PINK! *points at Wednesday* PINK!!

Divina: Sorry Enid, she’s been like this.

Bianca: Yeah, tried to sell us some fake tea.

Ajax: I’m pretty sure she smoked some salvia.

Kent: And DMT!

Yoko clutches at her hair as stands up and begins to back away from the table.

Yoko: I’m— I’m NOT smoking anything! She’s w-wearing p-pink, I tell you! PINK!!

Just then, Principal Weems strolls by. She pauses by the table to scrutinize Wednesday.

Principal Weems: Hm. That is unusual choice for you, Miss Addams.

Wednesday: What is?

The table goes silent. Expectant. Yoko cranes forward, a desperate hope etched upon her face.

Principal Weems: Your black scarf. This weather hardly warrants— MISS TANAKA! Why are you screaming?

Yoko: 😱

Yoko backpedals away from the table, whirls around, and flees, shrieking all the while. The others simply watch until the vampire is long out of sight. What follows is a brief silence and the occasional echoing cry.

Enid: *sniffs* That’ll teach her to spoil ‘Agatha All Along’ for me.

Bianca: *shakes head* Enid, you are one vindictive bitch.

Divina: Can I go tell her now?

Enid: Sure thing!

Bianca: This I gotta see.

Divina and Bianca take off after Yoko.

Principal Weems: *sarcastically* As much as I enjoy gaslighting my own students…

Principal Weems: *glares* Miss Sinclair. About those emails.

Enid: Already deleted off the cloud! You won’t have to worry about them ever getting to Mrs. A—

Principal Weems: MISS SINCLAIR!

Enid: Whoops! My bad!

Principal Weems: *grits teeth* Just— stay out of trouble.

After the principal storms away in a huff, Enid turns to Wednesday and begins to hurriedly strip off the pink outer layer of clothing.

Enid: There we go, babe. Thanks so much for doing that for me! Do you need another antihistamine?

Wednesday: I’m fine, mi corazón. And no need to thank me. Witnessing you inflict such emotional distress upon the leech was beyond exquisite.

Enid: 🥰

Ajax: Hey Enid, just wanna say that those black threads are pretty sweet.

Kent: *nods in agreement*

Enid glances at the bundle of pink in her arms.

Enid: Uh. Guys. The prank is over.

Ajax/Kent: Huh? / What prank?

Enid: 🤨

Enid: The—

Wednesday: Enid, not to alarm you, but I may have been premature in assuming I’d not need another antihistamine.

Enid: OHMYGOSH! I gotchu babe!

In a blink, Enid has a puffy-faced Wednesday over her shoulder and is racing back to their shared room. The two boys are left staring dazedly into space with eyes barely focused.

Ajax: Whoa dude… this episode of Agatha All Along is fucking wild.

Kent: Yeah, it’s like we’re actually inside it.

Ajax: Hey, got any DMT left?

Kent: Here ya go, bruh.

Ajax: Thanks, dude. I love ya. *side-hugs Kent*

Kent: *cuddles closer* Love ya too, man.

Ajax/Kent: 🤤🥰

Far away Yoko: IT WAS A FUCKING WHAT?!

[mrtwizz]

Snow On The Beach [Part Three]

Alternative Title: Xavier and Tyler annoying Y/n for five thousand words straight

Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader slow burn series

Warnings: Xavier and Tyler slander, mentions of murder, hinted underaged drinking, just typical Wednesday stuff

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: Wednesday and Y/n seek out more information about Joseph Crackstone, Y/n is pining after the Addams girl. And Wednesday is beginning to enjoy her presence? That's impossible, Y/n is just interested in the murder investigation...right?

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Quick note: I used the word to describe the reader's skin as 'pale' but I'm referring to the way skin pales when there's no blood in the body. I explain that in the fic but I wanted to clear that up before you read, this is an inclusive fic and is not targeted at white people. this fic is targeted for whoever wants to read it.

Eugene, Wednesday and Y/n make their way around the old building, all dressed in pilgrim garb. 

“Eugene, give me your retainer.” Wednesday demands, looking at the lock to the meeting house. 

“What? Why? Your teeth are really good, not as straight or white as Enid’s but-” Eugene begins to ramble.

Wednesday cuts the boy off, “Hand it over.”

The girl sticks her hand out, gesturing for Eugene to put his retainer in her hand.

Eugene takes it out and wipes it on his sleeve, “What if Mistress Arlene catches us?” 

“Hive code, deny everything.” Wednesday responds. 

“That’s not hive code!” Eugene exclaims, clearly not used to the girl’s mannerisms. 

“What’s the deal with this Crackstone anyways?” Y/n asks, watching as Wednesday picks the lock. 

“Stop talking, keep watch.” Wednesday says to Eugene, handing him his gently used retainer back. 

Y/n follows Wednesday into the old meeting house, she lets Thing out of her bag and moves to stand in front of a creepy statue of some dude. The dude Y/n assumed to be Crackstone, looked like every other ugly middle aged white man she’d ever seen.

Thing tugged at the hem of Wednesday's dress and gestured over to a painting. 

“The Old Meeting House, 1625.” Wednesday read out loud and studied the painting. 

An old oil painting depicting a man, presumably Joseph Crackstone, standing over a fire gesturing out to a crowd. As Y/n looked closer she could make out the details of one of the girl’s faces, the girl stood out. She was dressed in a darker dress, and without a bonnet to cover her hair. And if Y/n stared at the girl's face long enough, it resembles that of a blonde Wednesday Addams.

“Wednesday…she kind of looks like you.” Y/n mumbled, not looking away from the painting. 

“This is the girl from my vision.” Wednesday said, referencing the vision she had the day of the Poe Cup, “She’s even holding the same book. The black one she had outside Crackstone’s Crypt.” 

The girl with black braids moved to where a dusty book sat in a display case next to a dagger. Y/n held open the glass so Wednesday could grab the book. 

“This is the book,” Wednesday’s usually flat voice held something akin to excitement, “Codex Umbrarum.”

Wednesday turned to Y/n, “That’s Latin for ‘Book of Shadows’.” The fair skinned girl opened the book only to be bitterly disappointed, “Great, it’s a fake.” 

She slammed the book shut, “I don’t know who Etsy is, but I doubt she was an outcast settler.” 

Y/n would have laughed at how out of touch Wednesday was with the current world, except the door swung open.

An angry Arelene stormed through, holding an unwilling Eugene by the ear, “Just what the fudge are you two doing in here?” 

“Mistress Arlene, how now?” Wednesday pretends to be pleased by the red haired woman’s presence, as if she weren’t doing what she was told not to do. 

Y/n realized that Wednesday was a little too good at lying her way through things, and probably just as good at manipulating others to do her bidding. 

“How now, indeed.” Arlene sneers, “I proclaimed the meeting house is under repair. I know thoust heard me.” 

Eugene spoke up, “I told her the door was unlocked, and that you were dying to learn more about Crackstone.” 

“Yes, and this display case was already open.” Wednesday lied. 

“That book’s a replica.” Arlene said, not believing their lies. 

Wednesday’s sharp tone came back, “You don’t say.” 

“The original was stolen last month, during the two o’clock witch trial.” The woman informs.

“It was probably the only authentic thing you have in here, yet you still charge $29.95 a ticket?” Wednesday questions. 

Y/n thought that Wednesday made a good point, almost thirty dollars a ticket? That’s absurd. 

“Hold thy tongue. I’m reassigning the three of you, to fudge churning duty.” Arlene spits out. 

“The original meeting house, the one in that painting, where is it?” Wednesday demands to know. 

Arlene huffs, “How the hell should I know? I only moved here from Scottsdale in April.” 

Y/n and Wednesday snuck out from under Arlene’s watchful eye before they both could go mad. Wednesday directed their walk towards the coffee house, claiming she needed help finding the Old Meeting house. 

Wednesday stood, staring at a corkboard with all sorts of clippings attached to it. While Y/n shifted her gaze between the corkboard and to Wednesday’s side profile, noting the slope of her nose. And the way her eyelashes were so long they almost looked like they were fake, but Y/n knew better of the girl to assume they were extensions. 

“I thought you two were supposed to be at Pilgrim World.” Xavier Thorpe’s voice came from behind the pair. 

“Deserted it while our sanity was still intact.” Wednesday spoke, moving over to the counter where a little brass bell sat. 

“Oh yeah? Want a coffee?” The boy leaned against the counter,”It’s one of the many perks of this wonderful assignment.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes at the pitiful boy’s futile attempts at flirting, “We’re here for Tyler actually, need his help with something.” 

Xavier’s expression fell, “Y/n, you know he’s bad news.” 

“Yup,” Y/n brushed him off, hitting the little bell on the countertop. 

Tyler came from around the back and there was immediate tension between the two boys, “You rang?” 

Xavier scoffed and walked off, “Want the usual?” 

“And some help,” Wednesday turned to open and place her map on the table, “You know the original pilgrim meeting house, the one for the 1600s?” She turned to face Tyler, “Do you know if it’s still around?” 

“What’s left is out in Cobham Woods, but it’s pretty much a ruin.” Tyler glanced at Y/n, who stood at Wednesday’s other shoulder. 

“Show me.” The girl orders. 

Tyler stutters before pointing on the map, “There, but, look it’s kind of sketchy. Squatters and meth heads used that place as a crash pad. My dad had to clear it out every couple of weeks.” 

Wednesday turns her focus from the boy to the map, “What’s this about?” 

“Nothing.” She grabs the map and refolds it. 

“You’re becoming obsessed with this monster in the woods thing.” Tyler notes. 

“Would you rather I develop an obsession with horses and boy bands?” Wednesday asks sarcastically. 

Y/n let’s out a huff of air that could be considered a laugh at the mental image of Wednesday Addams in a One Direction tee-shirt. Wednesday turns to look at the other girl as the two begin to walk out, “Thank you for your help.” 

“Hey listen,” Tyler says, causing Y/n to turn around, “the ruins are kind of tricky to find.” 

“Wednesday and I are big girls Tyler, I bet we can find them ourselves.” Y/n flashes a fake smile, all while just so happening to flash her elongated canines in the process. 

“I know my way around the great outdoors.” Wednesday adds. 

“Don’t tell me you were a Girl Scout.” Tyler jokes. 

“I could eat Girl Scouts for breakfast,” Wednesday deapans, “actually, I have an uncle who went to prison for that.” 

Y/n laughs at Wednesday’s absurd family history, and the look on Tyler’s face as the two turn around for the second time to leave. The two pass Xavier who looks at Wednesday longingly as they exit the building. 

The duo make their way out to the forest where Tyler had told them the original Meeting House had been. The forest was eerie, and the worst part was the crows that cawed from above. There was a thick layer of fog that surrounded the trees and made it difficult for Y/n to navigate, but Wednesday seemed to have no problem in doing so. 

They eventually made their way to what was now the ruins of the old house. Wednesday sat her bag on the ground, allowing Thing to once more leave its confides, as she walked further into the ruins. 

Y/n looked around as Wednesday turned to face her and Thing, “I was expecting more too.” 

“Who are you talking to, little girl?” An old man with nappy white hair and scruffy beard spoke from behind her. 

While Y/n clutched at her undead heart, though Wednesday seemed unphased. 

Instead she turned to speak to him, “Use the words ‘little’ and ‘girl’ to address me again, and I can’t guarantee your safety.” 

This enraged the man, “This is my place. Get out.” He hollered. 

“Thing, a hand here?” Wednesday addressed her trusty appendage. 

The hand scurried from his spot on the ground next to Y/n, and up the man’s leg to his beard. He tightly grasped the beard, causing him to shriek. The man wrestled the hand as Wednesday looked around some more. 

Y/n wondered how Thing was able to have, for lack of better words, the upper hand to the man with two hands and full body. She then realized that she should stop questioning logistics when it came to the Addams family, and that chances are there are either no answers. Or the answer would make even less sense than what is going on. She watched as Thing seemingly dragged the blond old man out of the ruins. 

“There’s nothing here.” Wednesday comments. 

Thing signs to the Addams girl, “No, I can’t just touch something.” She walked and looked around, looking for something she had to have missed, “My visions seem to happen spontaneously.” Both girls look back at Thing and his furious signing, “I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice.” 

Wednesday sounds appalled by the suggestion of asking her mother, and Y/n notes to not bring up her mother in any conversation. 

Thing touches the ruin by his fingers, “Oh, you want me to prove it to you?” Wednesday slaps a stump of wood, not looking away from the hand. 

“Wednesday, do you think that’s the best idea?” Y/n asks, watching as she touches things. 

The girl disregards her concerns, “No.” She throws both hands against the wall, “Nothing.” 

“Ah I bet this will give us some real insight.” She says sarcastically, holding a bag up, before dramatically throwing her head back. 

Y/n becomes to feel more on edge, an uneasy feeling sinking its way into her gut. Telling her something bad was going to happen. 

“My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks.” Wednesday grumbles, picking up her bag and moving to leave the ruins. 

As she touches the gate her body goes rigid and her head throws itself backwards, throwing her mind into yet another vision. This time Y/n is quick enough to catch her body as it spins and falls to the hard ground. 

Y/n sat there as rain began to pour, soaking the three of them. Until Wednesday woke from her trance with a start, sitting straight up. 

“Y/n, Thing, I saw her! The girl from my visions. Her name is Goody Addams,” Wednesday recalls, “and I believe she’s my ancestor from four-hundred years ago.” 

Y/n hears something from beyond the ruins, and Wednesday must have heard it too. Both girls get up from the mud and walk to the destroyed wood. 

Y/n looks past the wood between the cracks and into the woods, “Must’ve been the old man from earlier.” 

She looks again only to come eye to eye with a beast, she lets out a horrified shriek and stumbles back into Wednesday. 

“Come on, come on!” Wednesday exclaims, wanting to follow the man killing beast. 

The two run until the paw prints become footprints, and Wednesday crouches down to examine them.  

“The monster’s human.” Wednesday voices what both girls had realized. 

The footsteps of another come up behind the girls, “What the hell are you doing?” 

The voice belonged to Xavier, he had impeccable timing didn't he? 

Wednesday quickly stands and faces the boy, “We were following the monster.” 

“You saw it?” Xavier is standing under an umbrella, “It’s here? Do you have a death wish or something?”  Y/n shrugs, “I can’t really die, so.” 

“What exactly are you doing here?” Wednesday’s attitude suddenly switches, she’d realized his perfect timing as well. 

“I overheard you two saying you were going to check out the old meeting house. Guess you’re lucky I showed up when I did.” Xavier spoke, looking out past the girls. 

“We did learn one thing, the monster is human.” Wednesday informs the tall boy, “Its tracks turned from monster prints to human ones.” 

“Show me.” 

Both Y/n and Wednesday turn to where the prints had lied only moments prior, now being completely washed away from the downpour.  “Rain washed them away.” Y/n states the obvious. 

Xavier scoffs, “I know what I saw, and Y/n saw it too.” Wednesday defends. 

“I’m trying to keep an open mind.” Xavier says, trying not to smile. 

“How big of you.” Wednesday mutters. 

The three of them begin walking, “I do think you guys were right about Rowan.” 

Y/n turns to the boy, “Why the sudden change of heart?” 

“I texted him again today. I said maybe we could meet over spring break, and go snowboarding like we did last year.” Xavier states, “This time he texted right back, said he wouldn’t be able to make it.” 

“Only you never went snowboarding last year.” Wednesday says, following the trick Xavier played on ‘Rowan’.

“And the mystery continues.” Y/n adds. 

“Part of me wanted to blame his recent weirdness.” He pauses, “I didn’t want to think something bad had happened.” “The cover-up is always worse than the crime.” Wednesday states, causing both Y/n and Xavier to look at the girl. 

“Now I need you to be honest with me,” Xavier stops, making the two stop with him, “why’d you go out to the old meeting house in the first place?” 

“I was trying to learn more about Crackstone, and Y/n didn’t want me going alone.’ Wednesday states, “Figure out how he’s connected to this.” 

“Yeah, you were trying to use your psychic abilities, right?” Xavier looks at Wednesday.

“What makes you think I have any?” Wednesday pretends to not know what he’s talking about. 

“Lucky guess. When did they start?” The boy presses. 

“About a year ago.” Wednesday turns so they can keep walking, “When they happen, it feels like I’m touching live wire. I usually enjoy that sensation.” She remarks, causing Y/n to look at her. 

“Yeah, but you can’t control it, and that freaks you out.”  Xavier continues, “My dad’s a psychic.”

“Vincent Thorpe.” Wednesday says, “My brother’s his number one fan. Watched his Vegas Special so many times that I’m surprised it’s not imprinted on his eyeballs.” Wednesday speaks of her brother with a peculiar sort of fondness. One that only someone with a younger brother could truly understand. 

“So I’ve lived with the self-described master. And the first thing he’ll tell you is that psychic visions can’t be trusted. They only show you one part of the picture.” Xavier explains. 

“I saw Joseph Crackstone in front of me, as clearly as I’m seeing you or Y/n now.” Wednesday stopped walking, “He gathered all the outcasts in the meeting house and burned them alive.”

“Okay he was a sadistic asshole. So what? It was four-hundred years ago. It’s got nothing to do with now.” Xavier spoke like every guy that never paid attention in a single history class Y/n had ever attended, which had been far too many. 

“But what if it does?” Wednesday questions, “You saw Rowan’s drawing. Crackstone was standing in the quad.”

“You’re creating a story in your head, and using visions to back it up.” Y/n rolled her eyes at the way Xavier spoke to the girl in front of him, “They’re telling you what you want to see.” 

Wednesday is appalled, “Are you mansplaining my power?” 

Xavier rolls his eyes as he scoffs, “All I’m saying is my dad, the expert, would warn you that psychic ability isn’t rooted in logic. It’s triggered by emotions. And let’s be honest, emotion isn’t your strong suit.” 

Wednesday looks to where Y/n stood behind her, “I believe Rowan was right. Something bad is going to happen, and I need to stop it. Starting with that monster.” 

Wednesday turns to face Xavier momentarily, “Whoever it is.” Before quickening her pace. 

Y/n sat with Enid as she got ready for her date with Ajax. 

Enid turned to Wednesday who was trying to write her novel, “Too much?” 

Wednesday turned to glance at the shirt the blonde werewolf held up and sighed, “I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid.” 

Enid ignores Wednesday’s comment and turns to Y/n with another option, “So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off of that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD. I didn’t even get to do my dance routine.” 

“Oh no, what a pity.” Y/n laughs at Enid’s dramatic behavior. 

“What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event?” Enid asks nobody in particular, the girl was really just talking to herself. 

Wednesday stops typing once more, “You’re going to be late.” 

Enid panics, “Is this outfit good enough?” 

“I already told you three times it was perfect.” Y/n tries to comfort her best friend. 

“Wish me luck.” Enid picks up her light pink coat. 

“If he breaks your heart, I will nail-gun his.” Wednesday says. 

Enid hugs Y/n before heading out, “Tell me everything.” 

Y/n continues to lay in Enid’s bed, not wanting to listen to Bianca go on about whatever happened to her today. Not after such a long day, instead she listened to Wednesday type away at her novel. 

An hour later Enid came back to the dorm, sobbing. Both Y/n and Wednesday do their best to console the distraught werewolf. But with little luck, she ends up crying herself to sleep while laying her head on Y/n’s lap. 

Y/n found herself laying back on Enid’s bed, ignoring the burning sensation in her hips and lower abdomen as she did so. She technically didn’t require blood flow, but her heart still beat like it did when she was alive. She remembered back in the 50s when that witch had made it possible. Y/n can’t quite remember how, too many years had passed.

The witch had made it so her heart could beat. Blood didn’t flow, but it beat as any regular old heart would. It was a sensation that Y/n didn’t require but she missed, she also mimicked breathing so much so that she believed that she needed to.

Y/n yearned to be human for so many years, she once would have done anything to go back to that fateful night and save herself. She would have saved herself from all of those lonely years, and would have married whatever man her parents suited. She thinks about how unhappy she would have been married to a man, a loveless marriage just like her parents’. 

Y/n drifted to sleep thinking about how horrid her life would have been had she not been killed that fateful night. She wakes once to the sound of Wednesday speaking to Thing as the two of them try to sneak out of the dorm. But Y/n decides to ignore it as Enid snores loudly, still using her thighs as pillows.

The next morning consists of getting up, and watching Wednesday as she puts up a board with photos that look like they're from a crime scene. Y/n doesn’t say anything as she watches the girl ‘decorate’ her side of the room, soft music that Wednesday must have put on playing as she does so. 

“When I suggested giving your side of the room a makeover, I didn’t have Ted Bundy’s Pinterest in mind.” Enid says, looking at the pictures. 

Wednesday turns to face the girl, “Still not as creepy as your stuffed unicorn collection.”

“Is this why you snuck out last night?” Y/n asks, getting up from her position on Enid’s bed. 

“Thing and I made an un-sanctioned trip to the county morgue, to copy the files of the monster's victims.” Wednesday speaks as though this were a normal trip for her. 

Enid shudders with disgust, “Okay there are so many levels of ‘ew’ in that statement and I don’t even know where to begin.” 

Wednesday’s head shakes ever so slightly, “I need to get inside its head. Discover any patterns or anomalies. I’ve already made a big discovery.” She begins to take pictures off of the black cork board. 

“Turns out, all of the monster’s victims have had body parts surgically removed.” The dark haired girl makes her way to where Enid and Y/n stood. 

She hands pictures to Y/n, “The first one a kidney, the second a finger,” 

Enid begins to feel faint as she looks at the pictures of severed body parts in Y/n’s hands, “Wednesday, I don’t feel so good.” 

“Third, a gallbladder.” She puts a finger up silencing Enid and moves back to her board. 

“And the bearded man, from the meeting house, two toes.” She slaps another picture on top of the small stack in Y/n’s hands, “Do you understand what this means? These murders aren’t mindless.” She goes back to the drawing board once more, continuing about her discovery passionately, “He’s collecting trophies like a seasoned serial killer. It’s quite impressive, actually.” 

Y/n is so focused on Wednesday’s rant she doesn’t notice as Enid’s body sways and her knees give out from beneath her. 

Both Y/n and Wednesday turn and look down at a now unconscious Enid, “Thing fetch the smelling salts. Again.” 

“What even is the gallbladder?” Y/n murmurs, staring at the pictures in her hands. 

Later that day Y/n and Wednesday sat next to one another in Botany with Ms Thornhill. 

“While most plants rewards their pollinators with sweet nectar, many carnivorous varieties turn to sexual trickery. Or deception.” Ms Thorhill talked about plants while Y/n looked at the purple flower in front of her. 

She could feel the eyes of Xavier burning a hole in the back of her skull, but she didn’t care. What she didn’t realize were the glances that Wednesday Addams stole every once and while. She studied the way Y/n’s face changed when she was paying attention vs when she was daydreaming. Wednesday realized she enjoyed the girl's presence more than she should, and chalked it up to Y/n being interested in her investigation and aided it. 

“The orchid produces a pheromone that mimics a female insect, luring the males in. Now, once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in exchange?” Thornhill asks.

“Nada,” Bianca answers, “just like all the guys at the Rave’N.” 

A few kids stifled laughs, “Okay, okay. I know you’re all excited about Saturday. Which is why I haven’t assigned any homework.” 

Students cheered at the prospect of not having any homework, “But I do still need volunteers or the decorating committee. Anyone interested, come and see me up here.” Ms Thornhill finished. 

“Not gonna volunteer? That’s your strongest suit. Y’know, disco balls, spiked punch, and too drunk teen outcasts. Sounds like your kind of crowd.” Y/n teased Wednesday, who looked less than excited about the dance. 

“I’d rather stick needles in my eyes.” Wednesday responds, causing Y/n to smile, “I’ll probably do that anyway.” 

Both of them turn to grab their things, “Or you could invite someone, have some fun?” Y/n tried not to let her teasing tone drop, masking the twinge of hope she had. 

Wednesday ignores Y/n’s comment as they pack up the rest of their things, instead the scratches on Xavier’s neck caught her attention. He was her prime suspect of her investigation after all, she wouldn’t be caught alive thinking about something other than her investigation. 

“Don’t look so glum, I’m sure someone else will ask you to the Rave’N!” Enid tried to cheer Y/n up. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t even want to go to the dance.” Y/n lied, though she was not as skilled of a liar as she thought she was. 

“Whatever you say.” Enid mumbles. 

Later that day Bianca catches Y/n as she was in the library, studying between classes for an upcoming exam. 

“Hey, Y/n.” Bianca greeted, sitting next to the vampire. 

“Hi, Bianca.” Y/n greeted the same way, feeling weary of the siren. 

“Well, seeing as neither of us have dates to the Rav’N. And I’m assuming Enid already has a date, the two of us could go together. As friends, of course.” Bianca asks, well no not asks she says. 

“Oh! Well, how do you know I don’t have a date?” Y/n asked. 

“Because a certain pig-tailed goth asked Xavier. He told me all about it already.” Bianca said, not thinking about sugar coating it for the girl. 

“Oh, well it’s up to Wednesday who she goes with.” Y/n responds, sounding defeated. 

“We can go together, baddest bitch duo.” Bianca says. 

“Yeah, you’re right. We can go together.” Y/n responds, ignoring the ache deep within her soul. 

“Great, sounds like a plan. I’ll leave you to your studying.” Bianca gets up and leaves. 

Y/n didn’t know what game Bianca was playing at, but she decided she would go along with it anyways. After the conversation she had with Bianca, the studying she had once been doing was long forgotten.

Y/n packed up her notebooks and pens and made her way to her safe place, Enid’s dorm. Even though it was shared with the same girl that made her soul ache in ways she had never felt it ache before, it was still the most comforting place for her to be. 

“Oh my God! Wednesday Addams is going to the Rave’N!” Enid squeals as Y/n enters the room, unannounced. 

‘Jeez rub it in some more universe.’ Y/n thought to herself, before plastering on a smile. 

“My stars, Hell must have frozen over.” Y/n joked, letting her presence be known. 

“You know what you need now?” Enid asked. 

“A bullet to the head.” Wednesday responded coldly. 

“No! A dress!” Enid cries out. 

“I already have one.” Wednesday deadpans. 

Enid looks at the girl horrified, “Not the one you showed up here in, that thing was a fashion emergency not even lightning could resuscitate.” Enid turns to Y/n, “Back me up here.” 

Y/n puts her hands up, “Hey don’t drag me into this.” 

“Whatever, Thing?” Enid turns to where the hand sits on the music stand. 

Thing responds by putting his thumb up.

��You need something that screams, ‘First date. Stand back bitches! I have arrived!’.” Enid exclaims, “And I know just the place.” 

The next day after classes Enid drags Y/n and angry Wednesday to Jerricho to find dresses for the Rave’N. 

The three stand in front of the frilly and pink boutique, ‘Hawte Kewture’. 

“What kind of dystopian hellscape is this?” Wednesday asks, horrified. 

“Our first group shopping spree!” Enid squeals, excited, “Y/n and I have them all the time, but this is the first one with you! The dance committee’s suggesting all white to match the theme, but that’s not gonna fly with us.” 

Y/n adjusts her sunglasses in the reflection of the shop windows. 

“Well, I have more pressing business to worry about than a stupid dress, for a dance I don’t even want to attend.” Wednesday says, turning to face the other two girls. 

“But I thought we were bonding.” Enid says, clearly upset. 

“I feel I’ll only slow you two down, you’re gazelles. I’m a wounded fawn. Cut me loose and go run with the pack.” Wednesday looked over as Yoko and Divina walked into the brightly colored shop. 

“You sure?” Y/n asked, knowing damn well that Wednesday Addams did not want to go shopping. 

Enid laces her fingers with Y/n’s and drags her along into the shop. Y/n was immediately overwhelmed by the different fragrances hitting her nose and the soft noise of some pop songs that were on the radio. 

“You alright?” Enid asked, seeing Y/n scrunch her nose up. 

“Oh, yeah just a lot of different smells. They don’t all compliment each other.” Y/n mentions, moving to look at the racks of dresses. 

Quickly Enid begins to find dresses to try on, Y/n moves between the racks. Gently touching fabrics she thinks would feel nice against her skin. 

Minutes later Enid returns, putting dresses back on the racks before shuffling through more. Shopping was Enid Sinclair’s superpower, she might not have been able to wolf out. But she was a God at finding just the perfect outfit for any occasion. 

Y/n mindlessly looked at dresses, not really caring for any of the ones she’d seen. 

Enid gasped as she saw a light blue dress, she grabbed it to look at it better.

“Try this on, now.” Enid demanded, shoving the dress into the vampire’s arms. 

“Okay, miss bossy pants.” Y/n teases, moving to the dressing rooms. 

Y/n takes notice of the way the silk material feels between her fingers, the pale blue glinting in the harsh lighting of the dressing room. She quickly takes off the purple pin-striped uniform that was issued to her at the beginning of the school year. Y/n had since taken it into her own hands and changed it, made it more her. 

Her first years back at Nevermore, Weems had gotten mad and punished her for the altercations to the uniform. But after the second year she had decided it wasn’t worth the fight, and allowed the ‘young’ vampire to express herself within reason. 

Y/n carefully slipped the dress on, and zipped it up before looking in the mirror adjusting the straps so it fit properly. She stared at herself in the mirror, taking in the dress. Then taking in the way the dress looked on her. It perfectly complemented her skin, which had paled over the years from a lack of blood flowing through her veins. 

She had decided that this was the dress and quickly changed back into her school uniform. She left the dressing room with the dress in hand, she found a pair of white heels to go with the dress and purchased the items. 

Enid had messaged her letting her know that she stopped by the Weathervane with Yoko and Divina.   

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Title: And It's Valentine's Day Rating: Teen+ Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Getting Together, Fluff, First Date, Valentine's Day, Happy Ending, Age Difference, also peter is a lil anxious bean but it's fine Summary: Tony invites Peter to hang out not realizing it’s Valentine’s Day. Meanwhile, Peter is freaking out trying to figure out if Tony asked him to hang out on Valentine’s Day for a reason. Notes: for @starkly for the @starkerfestivals valentine's exchange <3 the prompt used was 'tony finding out peter’s had a huge crush on him since childhood'. i hope you like it, happy (belated) valentine's day <333333

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“Wait, you’re hanging out with him on Wednesday?” Ned’s voice said through Peter’s headphones. 

“Yeah, why?” Peter erased the last part of the equation he had been working on and flipped his pencil back over to try again. 

“Wednesday is Valentine’s Day.” MJ sounded amused. 

Peter’s head shot up to stare at his best friends on his computer screen. There was no way…he looked up at the calendar hanging on the wall above his desk and stared. Wednesday was indeed Valentine’s Day. Oh. 

“Why would he invite me to hang out on Valentine’s Day?” Peter blinked. “Oh my god, what if he asked me to hang out because he knows I’m a single loser who would be all alone and he felt bad for me?” His voice raised an octave as he rambled on, anxiety flaring. 

“Calm down, dude,” MJ rolled her eyes. “He probably doesn’t even remember the day of the week, let alone what stupid commercialized holiday it is.” She did air quotes around the word holiday. 

“No, you’re right, yeah. Yeah.” Peter nodded. 

“Still haven’t told him about your massive crush, huh?” Ned shoved a handful of chips into his mouth. 

“Of course not!” Peter squeaked. “He does not need to know about that. Oh god, what if he knows about that? And that’s why he invited me over? What if he’s going to make fun of me? Or worse, what if he likes me back?!” 

“Peter!” MJ yelled. “Breathe. Tony would not invite you over just to humiliate you. I might have a lot of issues with the man and his hoarding of wealth, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t see how much you mean to him.” 

“Wait,” Ned cut in. “How would him liking you back be worse?” 

Peter groaned and dropped his head to his desk with a painful thud.

—-

By Wednesday, Peter had worked himself up, back down, and then back up several times. He spent the rest of Saturday night on the call with Ned and MJ, the only way they could hang out now, being at three different colleges. On Sunday, Peter took his laundry to May’s and had dinner with her before swinging around Queens for a bit. He tried to get out and patrol his old neighborhood, but with his dorm closer to campus in Manhattan, it didn’t always happen. 

Classes were normal, which was nice, but it gave Peter too much time to think about seeing Tony on Valentine’s Day. He kept up a constant stream of messages in the group chat, eventually causing MJ to send the rolling eyes emoji and put on Do Not Disturb. MJ was probably right, Tony probably didn’t even remember what day it was when he asked Peter to hang out. Wednesdays were Peter’s easiest days, schedule wise, and Tony more than likely remembered and that was why he picked Wednesday to hang out. 

Peter had himself convinced of that when he finally activated the suit and took off towards the tower on Wednesday afternoon. It was nothing, just friends and superhero colleagues hanging out, like they did all the time. There was no reason to think anything deeper was happening, pfft why did he even get so worked up? That was dumb. 

Launching himself higher on his next upswing, Peter let go of the web and sailed through the air towards the landing deck of the tower. He landed in a crouch, popping back up quickly, mask retracting as he skipped towards the sliding glass doors. 

“Welcome, Peter!” Friday greeted him. 

“Hi, Fri!” The rest of the suit retracted into his web shooters once Peter had removed his backpack. He flung it onto the couch and headed to the kitchen for a drink before going to find Tony, as was his routine now when coming to the tower. Peter stabbed the straw into the top of the juice box and wandered down to the workshop, slurping happily. 

Tony was where he usually was when Peter came to find him, hunched over a worktable. This time he was soldering something, so Peter came in quietly. Nothing worse than being startled while doing something delicate, he knew. It didn’t seem to matter, though, because before the door even finished sliding shut behind him, Tony was looking up, his smile already forming. 

“Hey, Pete.” He pulled off his goggles and set the soldering pen back in its holder. “How was class?” 

Peter told Tony about the lecture, his only class on Wednesdays, as he finished up his juice, suction noises included, which made the older man roll his eyes. Peter laughed and tossed it towards the can, landing it without even looking. 

Tony shook his head. “Show off.” 

Peter grinned, heading over to his own station to check on the latest batch of web fluid. 

—-

Peter could feel Tony come up next to the table, his arm hairs picking up the slight change in air flow as Tony moved. He looked up from his notes and noticed the sky outside was dark. “How long have we been working?” 

“About three hours, but Friday says it’s time for dinner, so,” Tony shrugged in a what can you do? kind of way, as if he didn’t have the power to tell his own AI no. “What are you in the mood for? Your pick tonight.” 

That gave Peter pause, and he swallowed. All the thoughts of “was this or wasn’t it?” that had quieted while he worked, came flooding back to him. Normally, Tony just had Friday order them whatever was fastest (usually because they got caught up in their work and were starving by the time they called it quits in the lab), but letting him pick sounded almost…date-like. No. He had already gone over this with himself, they were just friends hanging out. 

“Uhm, Italian?” Peter inwardly winced. That was such a romantic Valentine’s cliche. Ugh. 

“Sure,” Tony turned his attention to Friday. “Order us up some chicken alfredo, and stuffed shells, baby girl. Oh, and some cannoli, from the usual place.” 

Dessert, too? And Tony remembered that the stuffed shells were his favorite. Oh, man…

They headed back up to the penthouse and got comfortable on the couch, Friday pulling up the movie list for them to browse. Dinner and a movie wasn’t unheard of for them, so Peter forced himself to calm down. There was no way this meant anything more than their hang outs usually did. 

“You okay, Pete?” 

Tony’s voice cut through Peter’s internal panic and he turned wide eyes on his mentor. 

“What? Yeah, of course.” 

“You sure? You look like you’re gonna hurl.” The man’s brow was furrowed in concern. 

Peter wanted to bury his head under the cushions and never come out. How embarrassing for Tony to have noticed he was freaking out. And how embarrassing to be freaking out over nothing. Tony was a straight-forward guy, he does what he wants and doesn’t do what he doesn’t want to. If he wanted this to be a date, he would have asked Peter on a date. It probably would have been way fancier than lab time and ordering in, anyway. 

“I’m all ears if you need to talk about anything,” Tony offered. “I was in college once, I know it can be a weird time,” he joked.

“No, it’s not that,” Peter assured him. “I just, uh, sorry. I’m being weird. Ignore me.” 

“Something is obviously on your mind, so spill.” 

Peter wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. God, his face must be a tomato by now. “No, it’s fine- it’s nothing.” He bit his lip, physically trying to keep the words in. He tended to word vomit when he was nervous, and Tony tended to make him nervous. Peter seemed to always be word vomiting around the man. 

Tony was quiet, just looking at Peter. The younger man finally cracked. 

“I just…it’s Valentine’s Day and I wasn’t sure if this was just us hanging out like normal or it was supposed to be more, but of course it wouldn’t be more, I mean. You’re you and I’m me, there’s no way it would be more. And I told myself that, and MJ told me that, but my stupid brain has not let me not obsess over it since Saturday!” Peter rushed out. “And now you let me pick dinner and you got dessert and it’s Valentine’s Day. 

“And I know it’s so stupid to assume, but then this stupid crush goes and convinces me that everything you do is a sign that you like me, too, when in reality it’s probably such the opposite because you have never given any indication that what you feel for me is anything but platonic, and Valentine’s Day is just a made up commercialized holiday so-” He glanced over at Tony and the man was staring, wide-eyed. Peter’s mouth snapped shut and he sunk further down into the couch. “Maybe I should go,” he mumbled. 

“Well…first off, I didn’t realize it was Valentine’s Day,” Tony said slowly, before Peter could get up. 

Peter nearly facepalmed, because of course. He had worked himself up over nothing and now he’s spilled his guts all over the place and there’s no way to shove those back inside. 

“And second, that was a lot. How long have you been holding that in?” 

Peter bit his lip. “A…while.” Tony looked expectant. “I mean, I always had like a celebrity hero-worship crush on you after Iron Man came to be. And then I met you and it sort of became more than a crush, but I knew nothing would ever happen because of Miss Potts and my age, so I tried to ignore it. That obviously has not worked well,” Peter said self-deprecatingly, looking down at his hands where they twisted in his lap. “And then after you and Miss Potts ended things, and I got older, well.” 

The older man studied Peter for a minute. “What if I told you there were some not so platonic feelings on my end?” 

“What?” Peter’s head snapped up, eyes wide with shock. He was sure he heard that wrong. There was absolutely no way that someone like Tony Stark would ever like him…

“Kid, fuck, Pete,” Tony sighed. “I’m, what, 30 years older than you? I had to keep that as buried deep as I possibly could. There are so many potential ramifications with just our ages alone, let alone the whole mentor-mentee situation. I wasn’t quite ready to admit to myself that I had any feelings or attraction towards you, especially when you were 17 or 18. It made me feel like a dirty old man, and I never wanted to pressure you into anything. Which it felt like it would be no matter what,” Tony explained. “But, you brought it up first.”

Peter blinked several times before looking over at Tony. “I mean, I’m clearly not all that opposed to the age thing…” 

Tony stared before snorting. “How do you go from a rambly nervous mess to a cheeky little shit in the span of three minutes?” 

A shrug. “Natural gift, I suppose.” 

“C’mere,” Tony held open his arms.

Peter hesitated for just a moment. Tony didn’t move, though, just waited for what decision Peter would make. Finally, the younger man scooted over on the couch and let himself be enveloped into Tony’s warmth. The embrace was comforting, and felt so familiar despite this being the first time they’d been like this. 

“I’m willing to try if you are,” Tony whispered. 

Taking a moment to think about it (something that MJ would be proud of him for, he was sure), Peter nodded. “I really like you, Tony, more than I probably should.” He rubbed his finger over the stitching of the pocket opening on Tony’s jeans. 

“You said you’d had a crush on me as a kid, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Peter agreed. “I didn’t really know or understand who you were when you were just Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries. I heard about you from time to time, mostly Ben or May shaking their heads about some new weapon or scandal. Sorry,” he added. 

Tony snorted. “They weren’t wrong.” 

Peter hummed. “But once Iron Man existed, well, you were a real life superhero. I was eight, that was the coolest thing ever for me.” 

“Jesus, eight,” Tony groaned. 

“Don’t make it weird!” Peter gently shoved his elbow into Tony’s ribs in warning. 

“It’s already weird.” 

“True.” 

There was silence for a few moments. “So, how did it feel to come home and find me sitting in your living room? 

“Oh, man,” Peter giggled. “Pretty sure my stomach dropped to the floor, and then you took me to my room and shut the door,” Peter turned to look at the man. “My fourteen year old, recently-discovered-pornhub brain nearly exploded.” 

Peter shook with Tony’s laughter, smiling at the reaction to what was once such an embarrassing memory for him. He snuggled further into Tony, still a little stunned that he could. They both sat there, content in the quiet of the penthouse. After a while, Tony finally spoke. 

“We should go on a second date,” 

“We haven’t even gone on our first,” Peter laughed. 

Tony laughed, too. “First dates are always full of nervous energy and awkward conversations, but if we count tonight as our first date, then I can take you out and spoil you the way I want and we can call it our second date,” the man explained. “Then, all the first date jitters are solved! Plus, as you pointed out, it is Valentine’s Day and I got dessert.” 

Peter had to admit that was pretty sound logic, and Peter knew he was going to need all the help he could get on a date with Tony Stark. He would be awkward no matter what they called it, but thinking of it as a second date was helping to ease Peter’s mind already. Also, a first date of take out and a movie snuggled on the couch sounded perfect to him. “Okay, now hurry up and pick a movie.” 

Tony picked Empire Strikes Back. He wasn’t a genius for nothing, after all.

[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

WIP Wednesday

Helloooo happy late WIP Wednesday!! I drove halfway across my state and back home today (a total of six hours in the car), so I'm a bit tired which is why I'm just now getting to this and also haven't looked at any posts yet.

Seahorse Dad Henry, now named "Longer Than Most" is *almost* finished, and standing at 24K, which means I've decided to split it into chapters. Good news: Chapter One posts Sunday, my one year anniversary of writing for RWRB (and fanfic in any formal capacity).

So, here's a snippet from Chapter Two:

“Oh,” Alex says. “Sick.” Henry can’t help but grin. He can’t believe he’s so bloody gone on a man who says sick and dude, who he’s slept with all of one time and proceeded to knock him up. Henry’s a cliche, honestly. “It is, indeed, sick, as you say.” Alex rolls his eyes, but his cheeks darken a shade, giving him away a bit. “Listen, the closest I get to poetry is your fucking face. Excuse me if my vocabulary doesn’t quite compare to yours.”

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Crossing shows off my list as I catch up from my trip!

1) Before Last Twilight (the Last Twilight special ep): Anything, ANYTHING by Aof Noppharnach gets watched by me. I gotta say -- if there's a single person I trust in handling JimmySea, it'll be Aof. This looks GREAT.

Has there been any theorizing as to whether or not there could be a connection between Last Twilight and Last Twilight in Phuket? A couple scenes at the end of Before Last Twilight seeeeeeemed to maybe indicate a little inspiration. But, at the same time -- two people riding on a motorcycle in twilight is a common motif in these shows. We know Aof has spoken to I Told Sunset About You a couple of times in Bad Buddy, so a reference to LTIP wouldn't surprise me.

1) Wednesday Club: het Only Friends, with, listen, a MUCH clearer premise than OF at the start. A show about neglected middle kids, some rich, some poor, some into each other, one dude cheated on another dude's sister. Phuwin's character is a messy mess with a chain. (We started the year with his ship partner, Pond, playing a prostitute in Dirty Laundry; we end the year with Phuwin in a similar sitch, and I'm not complaining, let' em be boyfriends or escorts, whatever.) Satang's gonna be a dangerous gossip, but the show starts with Phuwin cryingly waving a gun, soooooo.

I've watched only a very few het shows from the GMMTV slate over the short course of my time watching Thai dramas -- Double Savage, 55:15 Never Too Late, Dirty Laundry. Why am I watching WC? (Lol). Literally because the previews had Ohm Pawat and Nani Hirunkit running around without clothes -- I am SHAMELESS (and shallow).

The divide in acting talent with GMMTV's slate is worrisome -- Ohm and Film need to lead Aof Noppharnach's first never-to-be-filmed het drama (god, maybe he could cast them in a movie) (or maybe Fon Kannittha could cast them), because they run away in every scene they're in. Piploy, who plays a love interest of Ohm's character, is a very weak, eye-rolling link, which is unfortunate, because she was great in 55:15. Satang can sing, let's give him that. I thought Kay Lertsittichai was great in 55:15, but I don't think he's gonna get a huge role here. Anddddd.... if I'm missing anyone of the ensemble, it's for a good reason. Can Nani act? Nani can look. I have yet to know if he can act.

If I have time for a trash watch, Wednesday Club will certainly fit the bill. The potential for family trauma storylines is high and too tempting. Ohm Pawat getting cast again as a problematic middle child whose name starts with a K and is saddled with a bad parent is a WILD way to be stereotyped, and poor dude CANNOT catch a break with on-screen parents! Literally the last time an Ohm Pawat character had a great parent was Thun's single mom in He's Coming To Me, which was SIX FOUR YEARS AGO, my gawd (@c1nto, I can’t math! 🙏🏽).

Anyway, I actually have no excuse to be watching this, except that I'm recovering from a very stressful couple of months, and I need a show that's like a glass of really fruity rosé, something alcoholic that actually quenches a thirst, and I'm a mom, so I have lots of thirst. And! I am indeed impressed that we have a GMMTV ensemble show that, I'll repeat myself, went far faster in defining what it's gonna do, as opposed to Only Friends -- and I do have lots of OF PTSD at the moment. But WC gets dropped if my work on Last Twilight and Playboyy (and/or whatever else gets added and/or replaces those two shows) takes up too much of my time.

[phantomskeep]

WIP Wednesday!!

Omg I didn't forget!! Holy shit!!!

Anyways, this week's WIP Wednesday includes some bits from Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral"! Enjoy :)

...

Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral":

The piercing neon green of his eyes bled back into their usual icy blue, though the curious look did not leave. “Why’s that? And who names their kid Batman?”

Part of the City Spirit’s dark cloud tried to nudge him back towards his couch. “The Batman,” she began, “is a hero who operates to protect my city. He was born here and donned his cape in order to help those in need from the many criminals who call my territory home.”

Danny gave an involuntary awed noise. “So you guys have heroes here, too?” A dark tendril of smog wrapped around the back of the couch, resting gently against Danny’s neck.

The idea of having other heroes around was something that greatly appealed to Danny. Being the lone super-powered protector of Amity Park for so long took its toll on the young man, even with his human companions. It just wasn’t the same, being the only one with advanced abilities. He had to take the bigger hits, he had to be the one to save his friends if they got into too great of a bind, he had to be the one to try and take on the burden of Amity Park alone when they all went off to find their place in the world. With great power comes great responsibility, after all. And being the Ghost King? Well, Danny had more than enough "great power" to spare.

The thought was just as sobering as it was exciting. Other heroes, super or not, meant that there was something to have caused those heroes to come into play. Some great villain, or a world-ending disaster, or even large crime rates. Lady Gotham only said criminals, though, so maybe there were no supervillains Danny needed to worry about.

“Yes, in fact there is a large society of both heroes and villains.”

Well, it was a nice thought while it lasted.

“But many of the aliens you were so excited to hear about are among those heroes.” Gotham continued, not noticing Danny’s sudden mid-afterlife crisis. “There is the Batman, who is one of the founders of the Justice League. Superman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, Green Arrow, and many others are all part of this superhero society - the Justice League.”

“Okay,” Danny was desperately trying to keep up with this sudden information. “So, Batman is a super-powered dude who helped to start an entire squad of superheroes?”

“He has no powers. The Dark Knight is just a man, same with Green Arrow and many others. They simply are able to keep up with the aliens, gods, and metas.”

Danny paused, taking in a breath. He touched his fingers together, pressing his palms flat. Another breath was taken, this one deeper than the last. With every ounce of teenage angst he still had within him, Danny lifted his hands up together to rest against his forehead before bringing them down in an arch that would have made Sam proud. “What the fuck.”

A laugh rolled from Gotham’s form, his guardian sneakily tightening her protective hold on him. “What the fuck indeed, Little One.”

“Okay, okay-” Danny’s voice cracked with indignation, “So regular every-day humans fight supervillains and are able to keep up with gods? And super-powered aliens?”

“Yes.”

“And one of those humans - who named himself after a bat - is the sole protector of your lair? Besides yourself? And he doesn’t let any of his superhero friends help him?”

“I never said he worked alone. Though, for a long time he did not have any help.”

“Lady G,” Danny said again with exasperation. “I repeat: what the fuck.”

Her only response was to laugh at his expense as he continued to moan about how he couldn’t seem to escape crazy people, no matter what dimension he runs to. The space shared by two multi-dimensional beings filled with an easy warmth.

“So,” Danny started after a couple minutes of his grumbling. “Superpowered people aren’t allowed in your city because one of your protectors is just a man in a… What, fursuit? A crime-fighting fursuit?” He paused, considering, before rapidly moving on. “But there are super-powered people in this dimension who are also heroes.”

“Yes, that is all true.”

The young man took a second, silently thinking, before speaking again. “Okay, okay,” He started. “And the chances that I’m going to have to just… steal all of these ghostly artifacts is pretty high, right?”

“Again, you are correct.”

“So,” Danny said, stretching out the word. “Chances are they’re going to think I’m some sort of villain.”

Gotham made a noise akin to two cars scraping against each other as she hesitated to answer. “There is a chance of that, yes.”

...

“Great,” he bemoaned, bonelessly flopping around his couch. “Guess it’s time to pull out the ol’ acting shoes. Welcome to Danny’s One-Stop Shop for Villainy.”

Mmmm Dead on Main my beloved :) Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral" chapter 4 should be posted sometime this week! I just need to actually finish writing a couple of POVs ^-^

[faketrex]

WIP Wednesday

Everything is technically a WIP until I post it, thanks to(?) my brain. Here, therefore, is a snippet from my upcoming RWRB A Royally Big Bang (@aroyallybigbangrwrb) story.

Thank you kindly to @mikibwrites for the Sunday Sentences tag which I am nabbing now!

No-pressure tagging... @anincompletelist , @magicandarchery , @mikibwrites , @sparklepocalypse , and of course an open tag (please tag me back if you use it, I eat words like candy).

Anywho.

A 3+1 times public transit romcom? Yes, indeed.

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He's finishing up his story about the morning's train delay and his spontaneous, not-entirely-altruistic-but-still-definitely-a-good-deed coffee outing with Henry when Nora waves her fork in the air with a flourish.

"Aww, you had a meet-cute. Pretty much textbook as these things go, too. Nice.”

“I had a what?”

"A meet-cute. It's an industry term.”

Alex raises his eyebrows. “Exactly what industry are you working in these days?”

“Dude, if you're going to be obtuse, I'm honor-bound to bury you in reputable sources until you see the error of your ways.” Nora sets aside her fork and grabs her phone, a put-upon expression on her face. “Okay, here. Per our good pals at Merriam-Webster, ‘meet-cute,’ noun, is ‘a cute, charming, or amusing first encounter between romantic partners, as in a movie.’”

“You're way off-base, then. There was zero romance.” There hadn't been. Alex would have noticed, because he basically hadn't taken his eyes off Henry the whole time. If there had been even the slightest sign of reciprocated interest, he would have seen it.

“Oh, come on,” Nora scoffs. “Do you need me to make a list for you?"

...

[kaijuscientists]

It’s WIP Wednesday, my dudes

“Hey, pull over.”

“No, we’re not far enough away yet,” Wolfwood says, hitting the throttle even harder to prove his point. “Someone could still decide to follow us. Whatever it is, it’s gonna have to wait.”

“It’s not me, it’s you,” Vash says, the concern bleeding through his words. “You’re hurt.”

“What?” Wolfwood scoffs, he’d know if he was hurt, thank you very much. “No I'm not?

“Please, Nick.” Vash reaches his hand up, gently touching his fingertips to Wolfwood’s cheek. He pulls them away, showing Wolfwood that they are indeed wet with blood. “You’re bleeding a lot.”

[fandomsfanatic]

Close call

Valentines day had finally come and Wednesday was stuck being pulled behind Enid in the cold snow as a 'date'.

She couldn't find it in her to complain though, her girlfriend was cute, and her hand was warm. She didn't even mind the stupid little puns Enid would blurt out. Even if she was stuck holding the bags Enid had obtained shopping, even if she was forced to wear the stupid looking snood, and even if they were on a school forced vacation and were back in Wednesday's dreaded hometown. She was so happy and warm inside, she almost smiled!

"Wens can we go in and buy hot chocolate? It's cold and I'm tired." Enid half heartedly asked, pulling them to the nearest cafe without waiting for an answer.

Enid hurried to grab a booth, and left Wednesday to take their orders.

As the batista hurried to get her order, she walked back to the booth Enid had chose , and watched as her peppy girlfriend went through her shopping bags.

When Enid pulled out black glitter, glue and a headband with two red springy hearts on it, Wednesday cursed internally.

"Look Wednesday! You know that craft store we stopped by, look what I found!" Enid squealed and waved the headband around.

Wednesday snatched the headband out of Enid's hand and took the glitter aswell, ignoring the offended gasp that followed.

"Wednesday I know you hate these hearts but you will wear them just for me right?" Enid questioned, and batted her eyelashes like a cartoon character. "I know you don't want to wear them but you didn't have to take them from me."

"I simply was preventing glitter to get on your hands and later on the pastries I so generously purchased for you, But if you want to consume dark sparkly shreds then who am I to stop you." Wednesday placed

Enid huffed at Wednesday's answer and turned her attention the incoming hot chocolate and cookies. The familiar batista from earlier harshly placed the drinks and a paper bag on the table, and when Wednesday looked at his face she nearly blew up in laughter.

"Well thank you for than unnecessary show of aggressiveness Dalton. However if any of the pastries were damaged before consumption due to the lack of productivity from the staff, I am indeed allowed to ask for a free replacement. As stated on the menu of course." Wednesday smirked and took her quad before he could damage it.

"Whatever freak.." He continued to glare, as if waiting for her to challenge him.

"Wait Wednesday you know this normie?" Enid asked as she looked confusedly from Wednesday to Dalton.

"Why yes. Not long before I entered nevermore, I had ventured and succeeded in an act of revenge that caused Dalten here to loose a testicle" Wednesday said and took the bag to steal a cookie.

"Woah! Your the reason Wednesday came to nevermore?! I gotta take a selfie for my blog! Dude your like famous at our school" Enid hopped up and pulled Dalton closer to her, snapping a picture before sitting back down. "Jeez this is so amazing!"

Dalton dramatically flopped to the floor gathering the attention of the few people who were in the Cafe. "Get your freakishly ugly friend away from me! Jeez only Pigsly would hang out with someone as scarred and ugly as her. Your both freaks!" Dalted screeched as he scrambled up.

Enid stopped her typing on her phone to look at the boy, who had finally succeeded in standing up. "You think I'm ugly?" Enid asked, it was no secret that Enid was very insecure of the scars that littered her face, but even she couldn't stop Wednesday from hurting people when they insulted somebody close to her.

So when Dalton opened his mouth to reply Enid scrambled to grab their bags. "OkayThanksForTheDrinksWouldLoveToStayAndChatButWednesdayWouldProbsKillYouOkayThanksAgainBye!!" Enid took Wednesday's hand and pulled her out of the Cafe quickly. When they were two shops down, Enid released her hand and started panting harshly.

"That was very irresponsible of you to hold me back. I am perfectly capable of beating Dalton for tarnishing your honor" Wednesday said and pat Enids head.

"As much as that sounds cute coming from you, I'd rather not get introuble at all on our valentines date. Can you please wait a few days before defending my 'honor' Wednesday?" Enid said as she gave Wednesday her puppy eyes, as tired and sweaty she was from that sonic sprint.

Wednesday stared at her silently, and for a second Enid feared she would ignore her and March right in there, ready to stab Dalton with one of her hidden knives.

"Fine, but now it's my turn to choose where we are going" Wednesday said, taking Enids hand and tugging her away from all the shops.

Enid swears that she saw the goth smiling just as she turned away to lead them.

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

It is Wednesday, my dudes

Lots of thanks to @sheirukitriesfandom for tagging me in a wip whenever. I finally, actually have something to share! And on a wednesday! And I get the chance to see what everyone else has been writing! It's a good day, indeed <3 The following excerpt is from chapter 16 of WYGTYA and I must say, I'm pretty proud of this one, really. Have some Miraak lore!

I'm going to tag @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @mareenavee @dirty-bosmer @nerevar-quote-and-star @blossom-adventures @kiir-do-faal-rahhe of course, only if you want to, and tagging anyone else who wants to participate and share!

It’s a strange sight, indeed: his old suit. He hasn’t seen, nor touched it since he came back from Apocrypha, and right now, he wants nothing more than to burn it. When Ravonna guided him to the basement - basically a small storage room - and he saw that suit again, he almost didn’t recognize it, and it made him sick to his stomach either way.

“It didn’t always look like that, you know?” Fenrik says, trying to defend it for some reason or other. This suit has been with him through his hardest of times, after all, and much like his spirit, it didn't break. Not yet. 

“I suppose it’s the Apocrypha corruption. You know, you looked almost like a lurker with the suit and with your mask.” 

“Did I? I guess my mask was corrupted as well.”

“Yeah, it had all these tentacles coming out of the mouth area. ‘Twas gross and ugly.” Ravonna shudders. “No offence.”

“None taken.” He says, raising his eyebrows but still holding that thousand yard stare at the robes in the chest.

“For what’s worth, I don’t think you look like a lurker anymore.” Ravonna shifts uncomfortably on her feet.

“Thank you.” he feels a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It’s hard, seeing hervdeliver all her lines in such a cold manner. She’s been… absent, yet still there. So unmistakingly, genuinely there, right beside him.

“What did it look like? Before, I mean.”

“It was just a brass mask with no expression. Plain as a cloudless sky. That was its purpose, too. To numb any and all emotion in me. I was too emotional, they said.” He winces at the memories that come flooding in.

“Oh… I’m sorry. Didn't mean to bring back all those memories.”

“You have nothing to apologise about. It was you who actually took it off, remember?”

The sound she makes is somewhere between a snort and a huff. “More like shouted it off. You made me so angry that I let out my most strongest shout yet.”

“Glad to be… of service? I guess.”

“I was properly shocked when you turned and looked back at me, that’s for sure.”

“Why?” He asks, genuinely not understanding. He’s a person, just like her. Whatever else did she expect?

‘Because of your beauty, because of your humanity, your desperation, your sadness, your fucking soft, brown eyes’ She wants to say, but refrains herself. Instead, she says: “Because you looked so intimidating with the mask on. Without it, you were so… normal. Approachable, even, were the circumstances different and my memory completely wiped.”

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I was out all day, so when I came home I saw the new art. Goddamn my dude. Yeah, I’m in agreement with everyone else, no way she’s walking normally after that. All I’m saying is that Wednesday would def ask Enid for multiple rounds or at least do it again so that she could “build a tolerance, much like my tolerance to many poisons” type deal. I’m sure she’d have to be very clear and vocal as to not worry Enid, but they’d work it out, multiple times. Go Wenclair

Go Wenclair indeed

Idk why but I have the image of Wednesday blacking out Midway for some reason and it's just lowkey funny in my head

[onswifterwings]

The incomparable @man--eater tagged me once again in WIP Wednesday! I missed last week because I was melting alive in the summer heat!

Some continuation of Herald's introduction to "Lord Adam", his relationship with his wife, and the sowing doubts in his mind.

I smiled, bemusedly. It was always best to flatter Lord Adam when he was around. Lyre’s proximity to Adam meant I had to feign adoration or at the very least pleasantness, around the elite of the Exorcist Organization. Lord Adam was the most Elite. He came strutting down the aisle in my corner of the Foundry. “Hope you can make a skull splitter out of a stratocaster!” Adam exclaimed, wiping his hands and tossing a half consumed snack tray into a simmering forge. The fruit and crackers burned, and a rank but brief odor was released into the air. I thought the sensory experience was not entirely unlike Lord Adam as a being. A Flash. A Bang. And a feeling of annoyance once it passed. 

He sucked the juice off his fingers and began wandering around my shop. He was constantly babbling. Lord Adam had the cadence and rhythm  of a twittering ferret, with the mouth and demeanor of the most bullish schoolboy or town drunk. “So basically I wanna be able to cleave a dude’s dome in half, while also playing the solo to Sabbath’s ‘Paranoid’! You get what I’m sayin’?” I couldn’t begin to fathom what he was saying. Wait. Was he talking about that group from Birmingham that was making noise back in the 70’s? No  matter. I continued to nod in agreement with a false smile. Lord Adam continued to wax “poetic” in his salty manner as he and Lute left the Foundry. 

“Why haven’t you or Lute replaced that…that…pompous little” and I whispered the last word “shit.” Lyre looked at me aghast, and passed a cursory eye around the foundry to ensure we were indeed alone. Her shocked demeanor dissipated, “Because pleasing him makes me rise farther in the Exorcist ranks and ensures our future.” she pointedly hissed at me. “Darling, we’re in Heaven, what else is there to ensure?” Lyre fell into what I called her “Hiding Face.” There were subjects even in our afterlife she was unwilling to discuss. But I sensed whatever was troubling her was from our time above the clouds. I tried to embrace her, but she pulled away and turned her back to me. “I’ll meet you outfront after your shift, dear.” She flapped her wings and rose, streaking out of the foundry. When she was gone and I was alone once again I felt a pang of a feeling I hadn’t felt since I was mortal. “Something…is wrong.”

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Best friend behavior my ass, do you see Enid keeping around her neck a rock that reminds her of Yoko ? I say, denial is a river in Egypt my dear Wednesday.

Also red flags ? I only see the love of a werewolf that just doesn't know how show it (indeed low-key red flags, but we could say her obliviousness to it makes it charming ? Listen I love Enid and I wholeheartedly support her rights and most importantly her wrongs, and I WILL use each and every excuses)

Didn't expect to see someone so passionate abt supporting Enid's wrongs

But well.. Enid was willing to choke a dude out for Yoko, so can you really blame Wednesday? And it's not like she knows of the significance of the earring yet. Just that Enid tends to fidget with it alot