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Wenclair
Reminiscent - Angst || Enid visits Wednesday and relives the past
Part I
Part II
Bloody Embrace - reverse!wenclair || Wednesday figured Enid's feelings for her while she is covered in blood
Enamoured - Wenclair || Enid and Ajax seem to be a perfect couple. A partnership forged from true love. What if one's heart isn't truly in the right place?
Tara Carpenter x Reader
Detached I - Angst || Tara didn't get stabbed, Wes did, He died. You has had some trouble with apathy in the past and now it comes back to bite you in the ass. You and Tara had a fight which leads you to reflect.
Detached II - Kind of angst || You show up at Tara's apartment to apologize. Will she accept it or will she let you go and move on?
Vada Cavell x Reader
Brass - Angst || Ever since the shooting, you were always on edge and stressed despite being cleared by your therapist. Maybe someone could help…
Jenna Ortega x Reader
Gone - Angst || You were having a breakdown when you decided you finally had enough. (You didn't die in this one… Or did you?)
Gone II - You were out for an evening stroll when you encounter a stranger that could change your life. Will you meet again or was this a chance encounter?
Drabble
Outside - Jenna wants to smoke after she and R finished. R doesn't wanna get the room all smelly
Okay so I know ive been dead on here writing-wise but I have a good reason!
First of, Life is life and so it gets in the way
But on the other hand, I'm trying my hand on original writing and stated on an ambitious task to write a whole book.
With that being said, I was told I needed to write a poem. I'm not a poet. I decided to give it a go and write a brief summary of my planned original piece from start to end. Here it goes: (don't mind the punctuation and everything, still working on it)
There were once star crossed lovers
who fought a war and won
Tears and blood stained the floor
But their love outshined them all
A war brewed of spite and malice
Loomed o’er the land, forevermore
A band of royalty,
A servant and a paramour,
Strived to end it all
A marriage was offered to halt,
the impending wage of war
The young and loyal princess,
Eloped with her moon-blessed love
With a new life came a freedom
that they have seldom seen
With the handfast neglected
Their bond began to deepen
Swords clashed,
blade to blade
The servant was captured and seized
The princess, full of fury,
Pursued the unholy beast
Lovers, behind bars,
reunited once more,
as prisoners of war
Separated once; Nevermore
Their aid drew near,
With swords held high
followed by the cry of war.
Even so, they were delayed
The fate of the pair was held,
In the beast’s own hand
He’ll get revenge
This siege will never stand
With one strong slash
the servant collapsed
Into the sea
of blood and death
The princess met,
the same grim fate
Eye to eye, sword to sword
a blade pierced her very core
Brown met blue,
with a vow within
That Death shan’t part
their interlaced hearts
for their love shall stay and live,
Until the end; forevermore
Summary: Enid and Ajax seem to be a perfect couple. A partnership forged from true love. What if one's heart isn't truly in the right place?
Ship: Wenclair, Enjax
AN: Inspired by the song, "Moth to a Flame" by Swedish House Mafia and The Weeknd
Like a moth to a flame
I'll pull you in, I'll pull you back to what you need initially
It's just one call away
And you'll leave him, you're loyal to me
But this time I let you be
Enid and Petropolus were at it again giggling and whispering about something in the corner of the library. Despite their efforts to be quiet, I could still hear them from the other side of the building. It sends a burning feeling up my veins, something I could not identify. It seemed to be jealousy? No, anger? It would make sense but no matter, research is more important.
I was lost in the paragraphs upon paragraphs of content this book gave me that I nearly failed to identify the pair of footsteps getting nearer and nearer. I looked up in time to see Enid and Petropolus standing side by side, cheeks flushed.
“Hey, Wends! We were just going to the Weathervane. Do you want us to get anything for you?” Enid spoke with a dreadfully cheery voice.
It disappoints me that the gorgon thought that this lousy excuse was enough to convince me of his actual motives. I expected more from Enid’s paramour but this could be blamed on Esther.
“What I need.” I started, gauging the pair’s reactions, “Is Enid helping me with my Werewolf research.”
Enid looked like she was about to agree as her smile widened a fraction, but a look from Petropolus told another story.
“But,” I continued, interrupting Enid who was about to say something, “I would appreciate it if you could get me a quad over ice.”
The spark in Enid’s eyes dimmed a little but she nodded. I gave her a look that said we would talk later before nodding back and beckoning them to go already.
'Cause he seems like he's good for you
And he makes you feel like you should
And all your friends say he's the one
His love for you is true
I was sat reading at the most secluded spot at the Weathervane with the rest of the nightshade’s inner circle watching Enid’s “date” with the gorgon. A new wave of hushed whispers grew around me. I looked up to see the gorgon urging Enid to eat at least a bite more.
Oh, how your face says everything. He makes you feel wanted, loved, and how everything should be. A normal outcast mate for a werewolf-like YOU.
Someone nudged me on the shoulder before they whispered, “ They look so perfect, right?” The now-identified Yoko asked.
The audacity of this girl… I looked back to the gorgon only to see him making heart eyes at her. I can’t help but grit my teeth at the genuineness of it all. With difficulty, I replied, “They do.”
But does he know you call me when he sleeps?
I was sitting at my desk, my hands gliding over each key of my typewriter as Viper goes through with her investigations. She was investigating a murder. The victim’s body was mangled and unrecognizable; Their limbs were strewn about the crime scene. Viper was alone in the forest where the murders happened, hoping to encounter the assailant. A piece of loose rope dangled from a tree. She was about to touch it when-
My head snapped towards the sound as my phone rang; The horribly annoying ringtone immediately told me who it was. I reached for my phone and opened it, noting the time: 21:16 (9:16 pm). I answered the call and held the soul-sucking device up to my ear.
“Hey Willa,” Enid’s voice sounded. It was soft and gentle. One reserved for our nightly talks. It all started the night after THE incident where Enid couldn’t sleep. It then evolved to an every night meeting, talking about our woes.
“Hello, I was under the impression that Petropolus was staying with you,” I stated, slightly confused.
“Oh, he is,” Her voice perked up as if she just remembered. “He just passed out. Apparently, someone drugged his drink during dinner.”
“How unfortunate,” I replied, deadpan, not feeling bad at all.
Enid giggled slightly, “Oh! I was gonna ask you about that…”
But does he know the pictures that you keep?
I was sitting on my bed, inspecting the black cat plushie that Enid had gifted me when I heard the familiar digital camera shutter sound coming from the wolf’s side of the room. I immediately looked up to see her pointing the brick of meaningless affirmation toward me. That was not acceptable.
I stood up with the plushie still in my hand. Enid surprisingly hadn't noticed yet considering that she was definitely taking pictures of me. I walked up to her side of the room and it was only when I was right in front of her that she finally noticed that I’d caught her.
The wolf yelped, falling towards the middle of her bed while clutching her phone. I held out my hand with my palm up, staring expectantly at her. The response I got? She just stared at me with a confused look on her face and her head tilted slightly to the side. By the gods, she really is a puppy…
“Your phone,” I elaborated. Still looking at her with an expectant look. My eyes were greeted with the reddening of my puppy’s face, knowing that I had caught her.
“W-w-what? Why? Do you even know how to use it?” She asked, cheeks still red. Of course, I know how to use that wretched device, I’m not stupid.
“Because I said so. And yes, I do know how to use one of those. If you must know, I was the one that built and set up Pugsley’s ‘gaming setup’,” I answered, reaching for the phone that was still clutched to her chest.
Enid did not put up any fight when I pried the phone from her hands. I swiped up and was met with a password-protected phone. Good, at least my puppy isn’t that stupid. I thought of what the password could be before trying “Willa,” surprising me when it opened and showed me her home screen.
It was a picture of me holding my sword in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other. It was after one of my dueling sessions outside when Enid heard an ice cream truck and asked me to get her something as she was about to duel someone… The things I do for this girl.
I opened the photos app after a bit of searching. Seriously, how many apps did someone need? I was met with neatly organized rows and columns of labeled folders. I clicked on the first folder named “Adventure” and saw hundreds of pictures from last year’s crackstone incident. I have to say that I absolutely have no idea how she got these, there was even a picture of me holding a sword facing Crackstone! She wasn’t there when that happened…
No matter how she took these. I exited the folder and scrolled down to the end of the alphabet and to the Ws and that’s when I saw it: A folder named “Wednesday.” I clicked on it and saw photos, videos, GIFs… etc of me. Just me…
“La mia luna…” I whispered as I scrolled and scrolled, finding more and more pictures of me from the time we spent in and out of Nevermore.
As I had yet to reach the end, I left the app and pressed the power button. I looked up to see my puppy sitting at the edge of her bed, her hands fidgeting at the hem of her shirt and her eyes pointed at the floor.
“Sinclar,” I said, gaining her attention as she looked at me, “You may keep them BUT you mustn’t let anyone see it”
She squealed loudly before grabbing her phone back and engulfing me in a tight embrace. It was… Warm…
But does he know the reasons that you cry?
Or tell me, does he know where your heart lies?
Where it truly lies
Yeah
You should be with him, I let you go from time
You should stay with him
A soft knock reverberated through my room, interrupting me as I read my favorite book. I looked at the clock hanging from the wall:1 am. Who could be at my door this early? I silently placed my book on my bed before standing up and cautiously padding to my door. Slowly, I opened the door only to see Enid, tear tracks lining her face
I opened my door wider in order to let her in. As soon as my wolf was inside, she held out her arms silently asking for permission to hug me. I, of course, allowed it and stepped into her space. Her arms wrapped tightly around me whilst burying her face into the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent. Who was I to refuse? Especially with my puppy being in such a state.
“What happened?” I asked gently, running my hands through her blonde curls.
That was the question that broke the dam as the pup’s body was wracked with sobs. I felt her tears hit the skin on my neck, some being soaked up by my shirt.
“My mom,” she uttered between sobs, so quiet that I was barely able to hear it.
I just continued stroking her hair as I rested my chin on her head, whispering sweet nothings to her. No words were needed to convey how I feel about all of this. She already knew.
I don’t know how long we stood in that position but neither of us minded. It felt only seconds before she lifted her face up and looked me in the eyes.
“I love you,” Enid whispered, not looking away from my eyes. I stared back.
“I love you too, Il mio cucciolo,” I whispered back, my hand reaching up to cup her face.
We stood for what seemed like hours, not wanting to let each other go. A bang and scuttling took us out of our trances as Thing walked in.
“I gotta go,” Enid uttered, “Ajax is probably looking for me… I kinda left him alone
I nodded, “Go, you should stay with him should an incident occur.” before leading her to the door and letting her go…
'Cause he seems like he's good for you
And he makes you feel like you should
And all your friends say he's the one
His love for you is true (hey)
Today was the dreaded parents’ day. Luckily for me, my family had gone to visit a relative of ours in the Pacific, which means I don’t have to deal with their annoying overly emotional selves.
I walked out to the front courtyard of the school which has been turned into a place for gathering. I sit at one of the tables closest to the school. To my dismay, it seemed that the Nightshades saw fit to join me without my permission. I allowed it only because it because they were watching and talking about mia lupa.
I looked across the grounds and saw Enid’s family sitting and talking with the gorgon. Oh, how I loathe that boy. I tuned everything out and focused on your conversation. This was an ability I picked up from Uncle Fester, he’d always be on the run after all.
She was refusing to eat stating that she wasn’t hungry. I would have fed you by hand but that gorgon managed to urge her to eat. Enid’s smile widened as a comment about a proper mate and a pack escaped Esther’s lips. That woman shall die by my hand.
“They look sooo cute together!” A voice I recognized as Divina’s, said.
I looked around my table and saw everyone agreeing. It was unanimous that they all thought the gorgon was the one for her. It was your choice and to my absolute resentment, I saw that whatever they both had was very real and he makes Enid feel like she belonged, especially within the traditional Werewolf packs.
But does he know you call me when he sleeps? (No, no)
Waking up to a brick of soul-sucking technology blasting music was not the most pleasant feeling in the world. Although, it did help tolerate more of my surroundings whenever I venture out to Jericho. I sat up and picked said brick up. I opened it, the brightness of the screen temporarily blinding me before my eyes adjusted to the light. I checked the time. It read 2:17 am.
I rubbed my bleary eyes before unlocking the device and saw what had caused that abhorrent noise. It was Enid. She called. It was no more than 5 minutes ago when she last called. My mind immediately went on full alert before calling her back.
“Lupa?” I called as soon as someone picked up.
I heard a sniffle before what sounded like a teary response, “Hey Willa…”
“What possessed you to call at such an unholy hour?” I asked, wanting to get straight to the point.
“I- I was just gonna miss us, y’know? Tomorrow’s our last day.” She spoke, stuttering and pausing, trying to get through the sentence.
“Do not worry puppy, I will spend all day with you tomorrow,” I responded against my own will.
“Really!” Her voice, now more energetic, “Thanks Weds!”
“I’ll always be there…” I said. My response was met with a dead line.
But does he know the pictures that you keep? (Oh)
I was helping Enid pack her belongings. This day will be our final day as students in Nevermore and I intend to savor it and make it the best for Enid.
I spent half the day listening to her babble about everything as we packed away all her belongings. The multitude of vividly colored clothes and items in a suitcase, although neatly folded and organized, looked a lot more like unicorn vomit than when I first saw her room.
I walked back into her closet, looking for anything we missed. Finding nothing, I walked back to her room and checked under the now bare bed. There was a box tucked away in a corner as if it was deliberately hidden.
“Enid,” I called, still eyeing the box, too far under for me to reach.
No response. I looked around for her only to find a note that said she had to pick something up from one of her teachers.
I shrugged before finally trying to reach the box myself. It wasn’t easy, but I finally got it. I had to crawl my way under the bed and I was luckily small enough to fit.
I lifted the box up into the bed before picking the lock that held the lid close. I wasn’t ready for the sight that greeted me. There were stacks and stacks of polaroid pictures of me scattered about the box. Same with the pictures on her phone, I did not know how she got these. As I was thinking of an idea, a devilish idea presented itself to me; An equally devilish smile formed on my lips.
I took one of the pictures and signed it before placing it back and snapping the lid closed. Very devilish indeed…
But does he know the reasons that you cry?
Or tell me, does he know where your heart lies?
Where it truly lies
Right here with me, babe
Where it truly lies
My bed, babe
Where it truly lies
In my arms, babe
Where it truly lies
(Oh-oh-oh)
After helping Enid pack, we spent the day in Jericho. It was… tolerable. Although I had to stop her from purchasing more stuffed animals. It’s arguably more creepy to have so many of them than my collection of decapitated dolls.
The sun was setting when we arrived at my dorm. Enid had insisted that she walk me there.
“C-can I stay with you tonight?” She asked, hesitantly, holding onto my hand tight as she did so.
I nodded mutely before pushing the door to my room open and walking in with her trailing behind me. I sat down on my bed, letting her sit beside me.
We sat in silence for a couple of minutes before Enid inevitably lost it and began to sob. I put a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, only to be dragged into one of her embraces.
I don’t know what exactly happened but it was just about Midnight when I saw myself laying down with my arms around my puppy with one of my hands running through her blonde locks.
Where it truly lies
Where it truly lies
(Hey)
Where it truly
A big applause snapped me out of the memories as the people at the bar enjoyed the last words of the song. The Addams family had owned this bar for generations and I recently found out that people in this bar seemed to enjoy my music whether it be from my cello or my own voice.
That doesn’t matter. What matters is why I couldn’t get her out of my mind. It has been 5 years since I’ve seen her and every single day of those years would always contain an aspect of her. It’s driving me insane. Maybe going insane doesn’t sound so bad.
I looked at the sea of people that enjoyed my performance. My eyes combed through different faces, normies, and outcasts. As my eyes reached the far corner of the bar, I came across something hauntingly familiar…
A distinct pair of clear blue crystalline eyes stared back at me that could only belong to one person…
this is one of my favorite scenes, particularly because of the subtleties. it’s obvious by wednesday’s body language (look at the softness in her eyes, the way she almost blinks, her conflicted look) that she’s not put off by enid’s attempt to hug her. rather, she steps back merely out of reflex, even hesitating a little (she nearly jerks forward) like she wants to change her mind. and then there’s the moment immediately afterward, where she takes a very intentional step into enid’s space. it’s so clear that she wants to accept enid’s hug, but she doesn’t know how, she isn’t used to it, and she sure as hell isn’t about to ask for it. typical, stubborn wednesday, not knowing how to receive enid’s blatant affection. the attention to detail here is just so perfect, and it’s such a wonderfully done scene that foreshadows the pivotal moment where wednesday finally lets down her walls enough to fall into enid.
No. Not really. I mean I did read this original Wattpad story and the main character was called Jasper and I always loved it. There’s rat cos I like rats really. Craig is from South Park. Danny is from Evil Dead Rise. Fred is from Stranger Things.
When was the last time you cried?
It was today actually! It was after work and it was so stressful to the point I cried. No one saw at least. But it was a trial shift and I’m still getting used to it if I get the job!
Do you have kids?
No! Don’t plan on it either
What sports do you play or have played?
I don’t really play any. I want to start hockey but that’s only if I have time which I don’t think I will!
Do you use sarcasm?
Sometimes. I don’t understand it so I don’t really use it!
What is the first thing you notice about people?
Clothing. I’m intrigued in what people like! If they have a band shirt on, awesome!
What is your eye colour?
I don’t know really! People say blue, people say green, hell even hazel. When I look I see more green though!
Scary Movies or happy endings?
Scary movies all the way! That’s most of my film taste! It’s what I watched when I could! Was so pissed I couldn’t watch IT when it came out in theatres
Any talents?
Writing. Being backstage. Puppeteering apparently! Remembering facts when I want to. Also I make the best hot chocolate. Sleeping and napping too!
Where were you born?
UK, England specifically!
What are your hobbies?
Writing, reading, watching ice hockey, playing games, sleeping, watching films when in the mood! Sometimes photography too! Hell, I’m watching Wild vs Blackhawks as I do this!
Do you have any pets?
Yes! 3 dogs. 2 at my dads, 1 at my moms. At dads I have a working cocker spaniel called Milo and he’s 4. There’s also a show dog springer spaniel called Tammie and she’s 2. Matisse is a jack russell terrier mix but we don’t know because he’s a rescue. He’s around 16!
How tall are you?
5’1 and a half!
Favourite subject in school?
History I think. I remember that the most because I loved it!
Dream job?
Honestly I really don’t know anymore. There’s multiple. Either working backstage (or on stage if I have confidence soon). There’s also being a chef or a waiter or as I originally wanted, zookeeper!
I tag:
@duck-at-midnight @pupsclawz and anyone else who wants to do it (my brain is tired so I can’t think of people, sorry!)
attention all writers! tumblr is rolling out a new feature that allows our work to be used in ai training processes!
be sure to opt out of this in your visibility settings immediately! and remember, you have to opt out for each blog, not just your main!
go to your blogs’ settings (again, you have to do these steps for each blog, not just your main blog)
scroll until you see “visibility” and choose that
in your visibility settings, choose “prevent third-party sharing for (blog name)”
you may opted out already but we don’t take chances with ai around these parts *insert angry cowboy*
tagging some mutuals to get the word out — @multifandomsimagine @pegxcarter @moremaybank @gladerscake @goldenroutledge @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @drewstarkeyslut @drudyslut @tangledinlove @rafeandonlyrafe @mvybanks
Y'know what I hate? People attacking and accusing a smut writer of liking little girls just because they write smut about them.
With that said I will propose a question. Would you rather have underaged people write sex scenes or let the adults (18+) write them?
Not to mention the fact that said smut is about a fictional character and is in no way real. Honestly, half the smut on this site cannot compare to ones on Ao3 so why don't y'all just shut up and stop projecting your feelings on smut writers.
