#wednesday kent

[anotherbluesunday]

✨Preview: Ballad of a Teenage Dream✨

With the conclusion of Intertidal underway with only the bonus chapters left to write, I would like to reintroduce you all to my next fic, Ballad of a Teenage Dream. It is a combination of the Wednesday and SKÄM fandoms and will be an ode to the highs and lows and victories and letdowns of growing up and modern teenhood. There will be heartbreak. There will be first and true loves. There will be realism as well as absurdity. But most importantly, there will be cringe because we are all cringe.

So ready yourself because it will be coming soon. Additionally, the final installment of Myth is set to arrive mid to late March and Star Atlas will, tentatively, see its next chapter arrival in April. Later!

[jakesullysdreads]

“I’m Sorry” Kent x fem!reader

Warnings: mention of death, fluff, angst?

Word count: 960

Requested: No

Edited: No

Content: Wednesday character Kent x fem!reader. Reader is a witch. Takes place during and after the Poe Cup

Summary: Reader is nervous for her mans and only wants him safe.

        Chewing on her lip, she shook her head. She was standing next to Kent on the dock by the lake waiting for the Nevermore student's canoes to pass by. The signal for Kent to enact Bianca’s sabotage plan.

        It’s not that she didn’t like the Poe Cup, she did. She just didn’t enjoy Kent ‘helping’ Bianca that way. It always made her nervous. The girl knew that her boyfriend could pull it off easily. The water is his element more so than those competing. But, it still didn’t ease her as she hoped.

        “I can feel you staring. Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” She spoke to the male siren.

        “You’re nervous,” he stated. 

        The girl opened her mouth to deny the accusation that came from his lips, but he beat her to it. 

        “Don’t try to deny it. You're chewing your lip. You only do that when you’re nervous,” the boy turned his body to face hers. “So, what is it?”

        She let out a shaky sigh. Her heart hammering in her chest she was sure he could hear it, even without the werewolf hearing that her fellow students had. The pressure in her chest felt like the stones used to press Giles Corey to death in the Salem Witch Trials. She felt as though if she had to endure the pressure and keep her feelings and thoughts about the plan to herself much longer, her tongue would stick out of her mouth much like poor Mr. Corey. 

        Kent might not be the brightest student at Nevermore, but he has a good heart. His intentions are always in the right place, even when it doesn’t seem like it. He always knows when something is wrong with her and at times, it drives her up a wall. But, she does love him and he loves her.

        “I don’t like the plan this year. Not with Wednesday competing with The Black Cats. We don’t know her and what tricks she may have up her sleeve. I don’t want you getting hurt.” She looked into his eyes.

        He smiled softly and leaned in to place a kiss on her temple. He rested his head on hers and whispered words of affirmation and promises of staying safe into her ear. Moments like these were their favorite, though neither one would ever admit it. Being alone, basking in the energy of one another. Whispers of sweet nothings and physical intimate affection they wouldn’t dare show around others. 

        They weren’t prudes, they were actually far from it. But they both felt that moments like these needed to be just them and not in front of the eyes of nosey peers. The couple would hold hands and be moderately physically affectionate when around others. Maybe a small kiss here and there but that was the limit.

        He pulled away from her and went to the end of the dock right as the canoes started to pass by. He hurriedly took his shirt off, looking back and blowing a kiss to the girl who looked as if she wanted to sink into the deck and become one with it before he dove into the lake.

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        The girl ran from the quad at Nevermore, where she was awaiting her siren friends, to the lake. She waited for 30 minutes before Enid showed up, with Wednesday in reluctant tow, and told her that Kent had been hit in the face by Wednesday when he tried pushing their canoe into a buoy. She glared daggers at Wednesday, nostrils flared, before thanking Enid for letting her know why her friends weren’t there. She knew her glare wasn’t going to intimidate the raven-haired girl, but it made her feel a little better. 

        Upon coming to the dock, she saw Kent sitting with his legs over the edge. He was buttoning the shirt that was handed to him by his twin, Divina, who wore a sympathetic look on her face. Bianca stood there fuming over the fact they lost.

        “So let me get this straight,” the female siren started. “First you got trapped in a net shot at you by The Black Cats. Then as you’re pushing their canoe, a hand swims through the water and punches you in the face. And it wasn’t from anyone above the surface. It was just a hand?”

        “I know you think I’m crazy Bianca, but it’s true!” He defended himself.

        Divina lightly shook her head at Bianca, a signal that now isn’t the time, before her gaze landed on the girl at the other end of the dock. Her eyes widened before she started rapidly tapping Kent, catching his attention to turn around. 

        Kent felt his mouth go dry when he saw the person who his twin was freaking out over. He quickly jumped to his feet, rushing to the girl. 

        “It’s not as bad as it looks!” he hurriedly exclaimed, hoping his girlfriend wouldn’t get too upset over the red and purple-black eye he had acquired.

        “You promised you wouldn’t get hurt,” she whispered. 

        “I know! And I am so sorry! I had no idea it was coming,” he tried to soothe her. 

        He placed his hands on her cheeks, prepared to wipe the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. His heart broke with the knowledge that he was the cause of them.

        The girl didn’t say anything in response. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her head on his chest, and held him. Kent kissed the top of her head, holding her tighter against him. No words were spoken between the two. They didn’t need to be. Everything that needed to be said was spoken with the way they held one another.

                                                   “It’s okay.” 

                                                  “I’m sorry.”

                                                 “I love you.”

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Let me know if you guys would like a part 2!

if it's rusty, not my fault, i haven't written in a long while

[lunarfleur]

Here’s a list of all my favorite characters to talk about

Curly Shepard - The Outsiders

Ponyboy Curtis - The Ousiders

Ajax Petropolis -Wednesday

Kent Fisher (his last name is a headcanon) -Wednesday

Wednesday Addams -Wednesday/The Addams Family

Gomez Addams - The Addams Family/ Wednesday

Racetrack Higgins - Newsies

Mush Meyers - Newsies

Vinnie Delpino - Doogie Howser

John Bender - The Breakfast Club

Brian Johnson - The Breakfast Club

Chris Chambers - Stand By Me

Kat Stradford - 10 Things I Hate About You

Cameron James - 10 Things I Hate About You

Benny Rodriguez - The Sandlot

Dean Portman - The Mighty Ducks

Dwayne Robertson - The Mighty Ducks

Ken Wu - The Mighty Ducks

Bruce Yamada - The Black Phone

Billy Showalter - The Black Phone

Talk to me about any of these and I will love you forever

[mothermckinney21]

Kent and Enid have another chat where their friendship continues to blossom.

Kent digs deeper into potentially having ADHD

An unexpected opportunity to prove himself to the Nightshades arises.

[laratheladyofthenight2006]

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓? ❈ 𝑊𝑒𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑑𝑎𝑦

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓? | ❝ know who you are, Addams. I've heard about you... Good things and bad. I give you advice; if you don't want me to destroy that ugly face of yours, you better shut up and don't mess with me.❞

Synopsis:

A new school year at Nevermore Academy once again begins with turbulent things: a hyde at school; angry students; a mystery involving a student; and finally, a new threat surrounding the school. However, the arrival of Lara Sparks makes everything even more troubled in many ways.

In the midst of strange attacks on students at the school, a girl named Wednesday Addams decides to take the lead in investigating these strange events, while investigating strange messages that keep coming to her cell phone, but she will not have a full role in this story, not with the arrival of Lara.

In the middle of it all, Lara Sparks, a 16-year-old girl, a real pest, finds herself having to deal with the suspicions of some students, while trying to adapt to the new school and trying to bring tranquility (never exists) to the corridors of Nevermore .

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▶RANKING: +14 discussions on prejudice, homophobia and racism

▶DISCLAIMER: Most of the characters in this story belong to the "Wandinha" series, except: the Sparks family and some of Lara's friends.

▶Kent X Fam!Oc

Just a little something I'm thinking of posting over the next few months on my Wattpad account...☺️

Note 1: The whole story will be written in my language: Portuguese Brazil.😁

Note 2: Cover made by me.

[waveoftheocean]

happy wip wednesday!! here's another dc wip/doodle dump :D

[gffa]

CLARK READING BRUCE FOR FILTH IS THE EXACT THING I AM HERE FOR

[why-i-love-comics]

Action Comics #1070 - "Phantoms" (2024)

written by Mark Waid art by Clayton Henry & Matt Herms

[creepy-kooky-mysterious-spooky]

@psychic-refugee @hislittleraincloud

I think it’s kind of interesting how this flashback implies that before her scorpion was killed, Wednesday had the personality she was depicted with before the 90s.

[anotherbluesunday]

🐚Teaser: Ballad of a Teenage Dream—The Galanis Twins🐚

Kent “Ken” Kalaloch Galanis, 17; oldest of the twins by one hour and five minutes

Divina “Div/Divvy” Clearwater Galanis, 17; youngest of the twins by one hour and five minutes

From Seattle, Wa, the Galanis twins are the children of Julissa Galanis and Micah Clearwater who met when they were 19 at the University of Seattle. Both were students in the medical program with Julissa pursuing neurology and Micah choosing pediatrics when it came time for them to pick their specialty for their residency. After completing their schooling, they lived comfortabily as civil partners in Seattle where they raised their two children, twins Kent and Divina. Micah was a member of the Quinault Indian Nation through both parents—his father full Quinault and his mother half Quinault. Because he did not settle down with any of the young women his parents tried to set him up with, Micah became estranged from his mother and father up until his premature death caused by a brain aneurysm. When he passed, the grandparents offered to take Julissa and the twins in despite how poorly they had treated her in the past but Julissa decided to raise her children on solo. However, she too became ill and when the twins were 11 she relocated to her hometown in southern California and moved the family in with her brother Erick who became a pseudo-father to the twins and helped raise them.

The middle names for the twins are honorary, Kalaloch being a place of great importance to Micah’s people and his favorite place to go as a child and Clearwater being his family name and an area of great beauty surrounding the river Clearwater.

[bobbinalong]

another emotional clark&jon hug to add to my pile but at what cost

[genericb34ns]

I have decided to merge all of my ship requests into one (killing the bird population with one stone)

[dailydccomics]

Bat-Mite...UNMASKED!!! Batman/Superman: World’s Finest #29 by Mark Waid and Dan Mora

[mothermckinney21]

Disembodied doubts : Kent has a nightmare bringing all his insecurities to light...

The sound of his ragged breaths was the only form of noise filling the air. Harsh gasps getting caught up in his throat were not helped by the void of darkness hiding his sense of surroundings.

In his haste to figure out what the hell was going on Kent tried to wriggle free, his efforts to no avail when the daunting realization that he was tied up kicked him in the teeth. The rope was so tight it was bordering on cutting off his circulation, the suffocating hold it had on his wrists worsened by his desperate tugging, only succeeding in making it unbearably tighter.

Even his will to speak was compromised by the tape he hadn’t up until now been able to process stuck across his mouth, any attempts to form a coherent sentence came across as muffled groans.

The heavy pounding of his heart overpowered his senses, the drumming thuds of every beat increased the sickening suspense of whatever the hell was happening. Combined with the rapid cold sweat gathering on his forehead that ran down his face, his incessant trembling against the chair he was strapped to did him no favors. All he could do was wait to find out what twisted game awaited him.

A trail of disembodied voices floating all around him, muttering amongst themselves directed Kent’s attention from the agonizing pain of his setup to whatever, or whoever insisted he is put through this brutal act of torture.

The sounds of slow yet menacing footsteps approaching had him frozen in fear, the anticipation of not knowing what was to come sending shivers down his spine. He swore his heart was about to pound right out of his chest when the sensation of something brushing against him made him flinch.

The bag previously used to conceal his vision was hastily whipped off his head, the abrupt shine of a viciously bright light blinding him and leaving him squinting for a couple of seconds.

In the time it took for his eyes to adjust to his whereabouts Kent instantly recognized it to be the Nightshades library, the various markings decorating the floor were all he could focus on, not daring to look up.

“Welcome back,” greeted the ringleader of the Nightshades, Bianca Barclay, grabbing his chin and forcing him to make eye contact with her. Her lips contorted into a cruel, self-satisfied smug smile often seen when overthrowing her enemies. Pearly white teeth on full display, a wicked cackle emitted from her, eyes glowing with callous contentment.

Within an instant, Bianca’s facial features morphed into a deadpan expression of disdain. Slowly lifting his head from his lap Kent became fixated on the other members, the group had formed a circle in front of him. All sporting the same expression as their leader.

Kent tried to intervene with a pitiful squeak, his attempt at communication earning him a thunderous slap on the cheek.

“Uh, no talking!” Bianca sharply instructed. “Besides, it’s not like anything useful comes out of your mouth anyway.”

A series of chuckles filled the room, each syllable ringing in his ears.

“I’m sure you’d like to know why you’re here,” she continued. “I’ll keep this simple for you, since the whole ordeal with Crackstone we as a society has come to a few realizations. We’ve been discussing the future of our clan and how we can evolve to prevent anything like this from happening again. But to do that we have to make a few changes to how we do things, to ensure we do our utmost best in protecting this school and all those who attend we’ve decided to reevaluate who does what, or in other words, no longer will we be lagging any dead weight on our shoulders.”

Bianca’s slow but steady pacing made the already nauseating quench of terror rise up to his throat, the gut-wrenching feeling refusing to relent no matter how many times he tried to swallow it down.

“I'm sure even your cabbage head can see where this is heading?”

The patronizing stance of her body language made it all the more humiliating. He was being booted from the Nightshades just like Rowan, he was pretty certain that Rowan’s dismissal hadn’t been quite so intense.

“You know I only tolerate you for Divina's sake right?” Bianca began, kneeling to Kent's level, her voice sickly sweet yet laced with a bitter undertone in between each and every word she spoke. “Or are you so foolish and delusional that you couldnt see that?”

Her mocking posture crouching over him along with the nonchalant stares of all his friends eyeing up every morsel of his distress.

“Why else would I allow a pea-brained dumbass like you to even hang around with me let alone join the nightshades?”

A thoughtful raise of her eyebrows crossed her features, putting a finger to her lips as she worked out what she was going to say.

“Although, I suppose you’ve had your uses occasionally.”

The minute the words left her mouth her expression darkened once more, scowling at the tied-up siren.

“But the Poe cup race was your biggest fuck up yet. You had one simple task to do and you failed me.”

I’m sorry Bianca, Kent did his best to utter his apology to the ringleader despite the tape around his mouth, who paid no heed to his pleas.

“You made me look like a fool in front of Ophelia hall and you know how much I detest losing, so now you’re going to sit here and listen to what everyone has to say and maybe this little session will help drill into your thick skull that the only fool in this room is you.”

With the commanding snap of her fingers, Ajax was the first to take the stand. An uncharacteristic smirk spread across his face, lapping up every moment of Kent’s despair as the following words left his mouth.

“Rooming with you was the worst part of this semester, it was like sharing with a codependent child. I don’t know why I didn’t just stone you the minute we met.”

Kent tried to shake his head in disbelief that Ajax would say such a thing.

“Rowan's death allowed me to escape your dumb ass, and I haven’t looked back since.”

From beneath his beanie, his snakes hiss in agreement. Ajax then made a move to lift the beanie halfway off his head, chucking in morbid delight over Kent’s struggle to turn away to avoid getting stoned. The gorgon turned on his heel, his laughter reverberating within the atmosphere.

Next was Xavier, who unlike Ajax didn't smile. He didn't seem to show any emotion. All he did was tilt his head ever so slightly to the side, the gesture alone intimidating the siren. Glassy eyes stared straight into the artist’s abyss, void of any feeling.

“It should have been you that got fed to the monster, not Eugene,” Xavier scoffed, shaking his head in disgust at Kent’s open show of emotions beginning to build up within the shields of his eyes.

“You’ve always been a pathetic excuse for an outcast, I don’t get why those normies don’t target you instead of me.” He then whipped out a drawing from his pocket, snapping the folded paper open he thrust the sheet in the siren’s face, distraught at the painting consisting of him all beaten and bloody in the very chair he was seated on, presumably left for dead.

With that Xavier slowly made his way back to his original position, only for Yoko to take his place.

The vampire stalked towards him, making a show of her appearance, swishing her hair. Her long locks flipped the siren in the face, a few strands getting in his eyes, fangs bared as she turned to address him.

“Isn’t it funny that when we first began going to Nevermore you had a crush on me?”

Kent groaned in response. Yoko’s smile stretched even wider, the trip down memory lane having tweaked a nerve in the younger siren twin.

“Just a shame you weren't the Fisher sibling I had my eye on.” Yoko spared a second to cast Divina a devious look before carrying on.

“How does it feel to know everyone around you has found the person they want to be with, the one they truly love and would do everything and anything for them in a heartbeat? Everyone except you that is.”

By now tears had begun to fall from the corners of both Kent’s eyes. Thick sniffles filled the air, all his insecurities now out in the open.

“Although, it's not surprising since I can’t think of a single person who’d want you by their side. Most people desire good looks, a reasonable amount of intelligence, and a great personality, and let’s face it, you’ve got none of those things.”

Another helpless groan spilled from him, unsure of how much more of this relentless soul bashing his bruised, battered heart could take.

“Look at you blubbing like a baby, you’re weak and pathetic.” These were the final words from the vampire, looking to her left to reveal Divina stepping into the light.

The older sibling shot him a disapproving glare as if he’d intentionally put himself in this position. For a moment all she did was silently stand before him, not an ounce of emotion visible. Eventually, she spoke up.

“Do you ever wonder how much easier life would have been if I were an only child? I sure do,” Divina sighed. Looking up at her brother, disappointment clouded her face, an expression he often saw whenever he put a foot wrong. An everyday occurrence in his normal day-to-day life, happening more than he was comfortable admitting to himself.

Kent shook his head. Almost inaudible cries from the younger siren twin only angered his sister further.

“All the things I could have had and could have been if it weren't for you hanging around me like a bad smell. But no, I was cursed with having you for a brother. Always fucking things up, always having to tag along with me and whoever I'm with because he’s clueless on how to make any friends of his own. Always clinging onto me and my life to hide the fact that without me he’s nothing, a nobody who no one wants to know or care about!”

Kent grimaced. He could cope with Bianca’s ruthless snide remarks as she often did when something didn’t go her way. He could get past Ajax, Xavier, and even Yoko’s outright brutal honesty of their opinions of him, having heard them plenty of times before. But to hear those insults from Divina, his twin sister and best friend whom he’d grown up and spent his entire life around, berating him on all his faults as if he were a burden on her, opened him up to a brand new level of anguish and self-loathing.

Divina, please don’t do this! Kent pleaded with his twin, dilated desperation laced in his pupils. He can’t take much more of this. He’s on the verge of breaking down and allowing his woes to consume him completely.

“You don’t need to burden yourself with him anymore, you’ve got me to make your life better now,” Yoko interrupted, walking over to stand beside Divina who smiled warmly at her. A rare form of emotion reserved just for the vampire, he couldnt recall the last time his sister had smiled at him. If she ever has done.

The way Yoko slowly places a wondering hand on his sister's shoulder, fangs out, and practically pressed into her neck wasn’t lost on him. He saw it every day. Every ounce of affection shared between the pair ultimately rubbed salt into the huge gaping wound left behind by the shards of Kent’s shattered heart, a surging sting of a reminder that everyone else had all he craved for himself.

Then for a second Divina and Kent locked eyes with one another. Moist upon dry, hurt seeking out solace from his older sister's careful gaze. Desperately searching for a hint of compassion he knew was buried deep down inside her for the ones she cared about. Instead, he was met with a horrific cackle. Now he knows for a fact he is as dumb as they say.

He should have known.

The worst part of all is the fact that Divina could see right through him like glass, an ability she’s always possessed for as long as they have walked the earth. She knows he’s a sentence away from falling apart, and just like the others she’s ceased pretending to care.

“Enjoy what remains of your sad, futile existence. Because no one will ever want you.”

That’s all it took for the dam to break.

Raging sobs tore through Kent’s vocal cords, his body wracking against the back of the chair. If it weren't for the tight restraints he’d have slid right off the seat and sunk to the floor. Despair engulfed every fiber of his being, the echoes of his suffering enjoyed by all.

“Ah sorrow, such a tasty garnish,” said the unexpected and unmistakable cold voice of Wednesday Addams. The other members took a step back to reveal the raven-haired, pig-tailed girl holding a rather large and quite frankly disturbing weapon secured tightly within her grasp.

Unblinking eyes calmly scanned the room as she took a few chilling, calculated steps toward the blubbering Kent feebly attempting to back away from the crazed girl, as far as being bound to a chair would allow. Pupils darted between each member standing all around her, a slow nod in response from whoever she laid eyes on.

Just like everyone else Wednesday stopped to stare at Kent’s crumbling composure, a glint of morbid joy at his neverending emotional turmoil practically twinkled in the goth girl's eye. It seemed she was finally going to get the chance to enhance her love of torture.

“I must say I never expected an invitation to a high school gathering to be so thrilling.”

It then occurred to him that as Wednesday walked closer she was dressed in the typical Nightshades attire. The dark blue cloak draped effortlessly around her only adding to her unhinged, stoic appearance. Long pitch black nails tapped along the handle of whatever beloved torture device she had clasped within the palms of her hands, fingers curling around the piece of equipment, eagerly awaiting her orders to flip the lights out.

With a single nod from Bianca, the goth girl wasted no time in heading straight toward Kent, an involuntary whimper escaping him, his demise near and clear for all to witness. To his surprise and utmost shock, she swiped a finger across his forehead, the same finger smeared with his blood from where he’d been hit gently inserted into her mouth, savoring the morish taste of the metallic substance, fueling her unsettling addiction to unnecessary acts of violence.

“Hmm,” she sighed with pleasure. “Despair is the main dominating flavor in this blend of succulent sorrow, combined with crisp desperation.

The sounds of Kent’s weeping music to the raven-haired girl's ears.

“I’d love for you to conjure up some more,” she added, voice monotone with a hint of malice. “You’ll be begging me to take it from you.”

A small whimper was all Kent could manage in a feeble attempt to get her to reconsider her course of action.

“And I will.”

Fuck. He was well and truly trapped.

Watching as Wednesday revealed the sledgehammer, Kent's gaze darted around the room wildly. The other nightshades, Divina in particular grinning right back at him, not one objection uttered amongst the group. Their expressions were malicious, patiently waiting for his demise.

He’d lost all willpower to fight.

Rough hands grabbed his chin, yanking his head up to make him look his about-to-be attacker in the eyes. Leaning into his ear Wednesday whispered.

“Time to flip the lights out.”

Stepping back, Wednesday prepared for the one and only crushing blow. The swing of the hammer merely inches away from colliding with his face…

It took all Kent’s might to prevent the ear-piercing screech from ripping out his throat as he jolted upwards, sweat streaming from his forehead, soaking his hair and drenching his pajama shirt. His breaths came out sharp and frantic, panting like a dehydrated dog.

Snapping his head to the right his gaze immediately fell on the empty bed stripped of everything but a mattress with a clean undersheet on top.

Yet another painful reminder that nobody truly wanted him around. The siren had to squeeze his eyes shut to block out the flashback of Ajax simply informing him of his transfer to Xavier's room soon after Rowan’s death, the sounds of his suitcase banging against the door before it shut ingrained into his head.

Since then he had only his mind for company on those long lonely nights.

Bunching up his duvet cover to his mouth Kent could no longer contain his broken wails. Once that one tear broke free the rest followed in an unbroken stream, heaving sobs between strangled breaths unleashing the bottomless pit of desolation more often than not, hidden behind his jolly exterior.

When his sobs began to falter, Kent brushed a few loose strands of hair away from his face, sadness surrendering temporarily to the onset wave of exhaustion washing over him.

Taking a single hitching deep breath, the siren slowly lay back onto his pillow, gaze firmly locked on the ceiling above him.

Not even the soft embrace of his 5-foot-tall teddy bear could soothe his sorrows that night.

Notes:

[lostsoulincssea]

Superman #21 by Joshua Williamson and Dan Mora

[waveoftheocean]

this week's wip wednesday: dec 2023 -> oct 2024 superbat redraw! can't believe it's already been nearly a year (and i still struggle to draw clark's face every. dang. time 🥹)