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[fawnfleshh]

I didn't clearly post yesterday (my bad) because I didn't write AT ALL 😭🙏 I am going to lock in tonight and tomorrow, trust me

[fawnfleshh]

Hello! I was a bit busy today because a friend came over but I will have plenty of time to work on writing tomorrow. Which of my requests would you all like me to finish first?

Pugsley Addams x reader (reader is captured by Isaac in his place)

Isaac Night x reader (reader cleans his clockwork heart)

Isaac Night x reader (Isaac resurrects his dead lover and feed her brains)

Voting ended onSep 21, 2025

[fawnfleshh]

Thanks to everyone who voted! This is the order for the next few fics, the top one should be out today or tomorrow <3

[suguru-saturn]

Reblog to manifests grades like Isaac Night

My guy has A's straighter than uh..what character in wednesday is straight? Yeah I have nothing

[fawnfleshh]

Hello! I was a bit busy today because a friend came over but I will have plenty of time to work on writing tomorrow. Which of my requests would you all like me to finish first?

Pugsley Addams x reader (reader is captured by Isaac in his place)

Isaac Night x reader (reader cleans his clockwork heart)

Isaac Night x reader (Isaac resurrects his dead lover and feed her brains)

Voting ended onSep 21, 2025

[fawnfleshh]

hii! i js wanted to say i love ur account so much, its like so kept neatly aesthetic?? i also adore ur fics and writing style, cant wait to see more of ur workk :3

Thank you so much, that's so sweet!! I can't wait to start posting some more :)

[fawnfleshh]

I got my new phone 🤍 I'm a bit busy with school this week (plus I have limited screen time during week days) so I will respond to all my notifs this weekend and maybe post a fic on Sunday

[fawnfleshh]

I'm not sure if any other writers on here have the same problem, but I want to address something very quick before I reset my phone for the new one. I've gotten some requests that are essentially copy and pasted into other writer's requests also. I have already started one (as I did not realize that it has already been requested and done by another writer) so I will still finish it because I don't want to waste it. But it seems very disrespectful in my opinion to do this. Sending the exact same request to multiple writers just seems odd to me - and we're not simply machines that you can just feed your ideas into. Please, for future reference, do not send in the exact same idea to more than one writer. It doesn't make sense.

[fawnfleshh]

I got a lot of Pugsley and Isaac requests - thanks to all who sent them! I will be closing my requests for a little bit now, and my phone is very much on its last life right now, so I will be back in a few days to post some fics

[fawnfleshh]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ FRANKENDOLL ⛧ isaac night x reader

summary: isaac likes to play god. science and mania collide when he decides to take the creation of life into his own hands, taking on his own version of frankenstein.

warning(s): female reader · reader's physical appearance is ambiguous minus some features that align with a typical frankenstein appearance like green tinted skin and stitched body parts · slight body horror · english is not my first language · 1k+ words

notes: this is my first fic on tumblr :) I might do part two as this is quite short, if this introduction does well

For a while now, Isaac had longed for a companion ── one who could truly understand him. He had Francoise, of course, and Gomez who was all too willing to help him, but neither of them understood him the way he wished they could. He yearned to share his manic wishes, his knowledge, his desires. He wanted someone who could be his and his alone. No such friend existed in Nevermore. Even amongst the other outcasts, he was alone. It would not be a simple feat to play at the creation of life, but Isaac decided that he would.

Science was a powerful ally.

For months, he locked himself away during his spare time ─ his work to cure his sister's Hyde temporarily put on hold ─ while he experimented and tested and failed and fixed. Isaac was determined to bring life to the very thing he wanted: his own creation of life. Not born organically, but instead crafted by his own hands and mind, sculpted into the perfect image. Body parts had been meticulously patched together, some stapled and some stitched carefully until his creation became whole. The work had all been done by his own hand, hours upon hours spent until he perfected his craft. Nights were spent sewing flesh together, mindful of the fragility that came with corpses.

Even though your skin was tinted green with the grip of death, cold and gaunt and morbid, you were a beautiful thing ─ becauseyou were Isaac's. You were dressed in borrowed clothes, laid upon the metal table in his lab in Iago Tower. It was raining the night you came alive, thundering and lightning as the bolts lit up the sky, flickering across the stone walls and metal inner-workings. Galvanism was not so difficult to understand, and certainly not for someone like Isaac. Bolts of electricity. Reanimated flesh. The lightning would work. Asking Gomez to help with his little undead-girl-experiment would surely sound like madness. Besides, he knew his friend's gift would be useful for… later projects.

An old lightning rod fixed with metal wiring acted as a makeshift conductor. Once the lightning caught, it would surely send enough power to bring his companion to life. All that was left was a waiting game, watching the still form upon the table. Thunder roared and cracked in the skies above Nevermore Academy as rain pitter-pattered against the tiles of the tower's roof. Lightning struck again, brighter than before, as it hit its target. Electricity shot through the rod, zolting down through the patchwork corpse, limbs twitching as the power surged through you. Isaac watched, enraptured, from a safe distance, half-hidden behind the control panel of the machine ─ just in case all hell broke loose.

Sparks flew and the acrid scent of burnt flesh filled the air. He was not perturbed in the slightest, waiting until the lightning had run its course. The surge died down, leaving behind darkness in its wake. Isaac watched, and waited once more, eyes sharp as he studied the girl.

The first movements were subtle, a faint rise and fall of your chest, and the twitching of your fingers before your hand flexed all together, stitches drawing taught. He felt a grin split across his features, wild in nature as he stepped closer to the prone form on the table.

“You're… alive,” he breathed, nearly rendered speechless by his own success in bringing forth life. His fists clenched, rubber gloves squeaking quietly in the stillness of the lab. He hovered by your side as your eyes fluttered open, glossy and bright. A gasp followed, deep and loud like you had been pulled up from the depths of the ocean. “You're alive,” Isaac repeated, chanting the words to himself. Through trial and error, countless sleepless nights, and an obsession to see this through, Isaac had done it.

“Now I know what it feels like to play God.” The words were slow, spoken softly beneath his breath. All the while, you stared up at him, albeit confused, but there was a look of wonder in your gaze, like you didn't know who or where you were. Isaac would guide you as your creator, and your friend. “Come,” he said, grasping your now-warm hands. Your fingers wrapped around his own with a grip that sent a rush through him, that defied all laws of life and death. “Let's get you on your feet.”

He helped to steady you, allowing you to slide off of the table to stand on your feet. The thick soles of your shoes clanked softly against the metal flooring, your balance held steady by Isaac's firm grip on your hands. He watched, eyes still wide with something manic, as you stood tall in front of him.

“I'm alive,” the words were hoarse as they left your cracked lips, throat rough from so many years of disuse. You repeated what Isaac had said, a small smile of your own tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Yes, you are,” he nodded, his grip loosening into a tender hold on your hands, “and you are beautiful. My creation.”

His mind was still reeling. He had full trust in his knowledge, but even this seemed like a miracle ─ one that had been brought forth by his own hands. There was much to be done, Isaac knew. You were born anew, crafted by him and brought back from whatever afterlife had beheld you. Stitched and remade, you were his entirely. Isaac's eyes held yours, brown and shining in the dim light of Iago Tower. One of his hands lifted, glove grazing across your stitched cheek as he brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The way you leaned into his touch instinctively, was enough to make him grin once more. As grotesque and strange that you were, akin to the horror of a Frankenstein, he did not draw away. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. It wasn't quite love that he felt - not yet - but something like pride swelled within him. There was beauty in what he had done, in this girl he had created on his own.

“You and I are going to have much fun together.”

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[isaacnights]

i reread frankenstein about a month ago and i’m obsessed with this concept… lowk need the complex dynamics of frankenstein + the monster if there’s any continuation to this, it was one of my favorite aspects of the book 😩 i’m in love with your writing style too, it’s so great! 🖤

[fawnfleshh]

thank you so much!! I do plan to write more for this once I get some more inspiration and ideas for it <3

[fawnfleshh]

I broke the charging port on my phone so it cannot charge anymore 🧍‍♀️ however my new phone is shipping within a few days, so that is why I may be inactive for a bit

[fawnfleshh]

....does your first language happen to be spanish ?

no, it's actually dutch! love the Rhaenyra pfp btw

[fawnfleshh]

Why hello there, I have seen your requests are open for Issac night (if I'm correct THANN GOD, if not ignore me =3)

What if Isaac and reader both died and they had to regain consciousness separately, like Issac got up first but then a few minutes later reader got up and was alone so they just started trying to fulfill their hunger, it wasn't until reader and Issac both got taken that they saw each other. And basically after Issac and reader see each other they wait for their bodies to regenerate and then they have a little emotional conversation about how much they missed each other and that they will stay together forever? =3

Anyways, respond to me if you'd do this request:p if not also respond and tell me you can't!!

- 👽 anon

hi!! I would love to do this request, however, I already have one that is sort of similar where Isaac regenerates first and then goes to find the reader and he takes care of her zombie form by feeding her brains, and I could incorporate the emotional conversation that you wanted in the end if that's alright! if you'd like me to still make yours separately and not combine the two requests, just send another ask to let me know <3

[ghostandrazor]

DON’T BE SCARED — isaac night x f!reader.

synopsis :: instead of agnes catching isaac’s feast on professor orloff, you do. you make the mistake of screaming, and isaac is too smart to just let you go.

requested by anonymous !

notes && warnings :: i wrote like 1k words for this… and it all deleted. so it’s quite rushed ! and i was pissed so… if it’s not a great debut fic for this blog i am very sorry. i had trouble with this request because of it… i hope it’s up to expectations. i didn’t proofread it either (i was very angry so sorry)

You enjoyed going to Professor Orloff’s class after hours. You liked peace, quiet, solitude; and he liked when young minds appreciated learning. There was hardly anyone ever there, besides tonight. You had to come a little later because of his ‘parts’ meeting.

But that didn’t bother you, you’re a night owl anyway.

So, you didn’t exactly expect Orloff to still be there. But as you round the corner a weird, wet crunching noise fills your ears. Your brows furrow, attending nevermore brought many oddities. You’re sure you’ve seen and heard it all, even the gruesome tragedies Wednesday seems to attract doesn’t phase you anymore.

Still, you take advantage of the large doors that adorn your science professor’s classroom. They’re open in a way you can peer over them, hidden.

You don’t expect the gory sight of a tall, lanky figure leaning over the crushed life preservation system that held Orloff. The once water-filled tank now colored crimson. You don’t expect the odd sound you heard to be a — what, man? zombie? — devouring the brain of your favorite teacher. You don’t expect the shrill scream that fills the room, you don’t even realize it’s yours.

The half undead man’s head snaps up towards the sound, you only give him half a second to react before you’re sprinting away. The sight so jarring all you can hear is your heartbeat in your ears.

When you reach your dorm your roomie is nowhere to be found. Great, she wasn’t even here. The one day you don’t even need your alone time you get traumatized.

You go to fling the door shut, eager to keep the mysterious cannibal out. But a shoe stops the door from closing, and a desperate noise leaves your lips.

“Don’t be scared,” his voice coos. It sounds raspy, as if it hadn’t been used in far too long.

Your breathing is jagged as you lunge forward, attempting to overpower him and shut the door. But he’s quicker, pushing the door just before you’d reach it, leaving you to fall against him. The smell of him was contradicting, woodsy, earthy with a hint of metal.

Mixed with rot, death, blood.

He grabs hold of you before you can react. Oddly handsome face, even in death, peering down at you. A creepy smirk adorns his lips, causing you to wiggle in his hold in a pathetic attempt to break free.

He sighs at your desperation, “You knew him didn’t you?” It’s clear mock-pity. “I am so sorry you had to see that.” He leans closer, tilting his head. “It’s only a matter of hunger, it’s primal, irresistible. Unable to be satiated until I’m human again.”

You don’t answer him, just stare him down with a glare.

“Like now…” your eyes widen, hands flying up out of panic to grab onto his arms. You send a jolt of electricity through him, stunning him for a moment just enough for you to slip out. But clearly this weird human-zombie creature is too fast and strong.

He laughs sinisterly in your ear, “simple science, you pretty thing. I haven’t had prey escape me once,” his breath is hot against your ear, his face pressed against yours from behind. “The brain this new body has graced me with no longer regulates voluntary activation.”

You go to zap him again, but he catches you. You can’t see the look of triumph on his face as he grips your wrist.

“I’ll spare you for now,” he licks from the bottom of your neck to your ear, contradicting his statement and sending a terrified shiver down your spine. “I have a much greater use for your gift.”

[fawnfleshh]

small reminder that my requests are open for Wednesday characters (especially Isaac) 🐈‍⬛️

[fawnfleshh]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ FRANKENDOLL ⛧ isaac night x reader

summary: isaac likes to play god. science and mania collide when he decides to take the creation of life into his own hands, taking on his own version of frankenstein.

warning(s): female reader · reader's physical appearance is ambiguous minus some features that align with a typical frankenstein appearance like green tinted skin and stitched body parts · slight body horror · english is not my first language · 1k+ words

notes: this is my first fic on tumblr :) I might do part two as this is quite short, if this introduction does well

For a while now, Isaac had longed for a companion ── one who could truly understand him. He had Francoise, of course, and Gomez who was all too willing to help him, but neither of them understood him the way he wished they could. He yearned to share his manic wishes, his knowledge, his desires. He wanted someone who could be his and his alone. No such friend existed in Nevermore. Even amongst the other outcasts, he was alone. It would not be a simple feat to play at the creation of life, but Isaac decided that he would.

Science was a powerful ally.

For months, he locked himself away during his spare time ─ his work to cure his sister's Hyde temporarily put on hold ─ while he experimented and tested and failed and fixed. Isaac was determined to bring life to the very thing he wanted: his own creation of life. Not born organically, but instead crafted by his own hands and mind, sculpted into the perfect image. Body parts had been meticulously patched together, some stapled and some stitched carefully until his creation became whole. The work had all been done by his own hand, hours upon hours spent until he perfected his craft. Nights were spent sewing flesh together, mindful of the fragility that came with corpses.

Even though your skin was tinted green with the grip of death, cold and gaunt and morbid, you were a beautiful thing ─ becauseyou were Isaac's. You were dressed in borrowed clothes, laid upon the metal table in his lab in Iago Tower. It was raining the night you came alive, thundering and lightning as the bolts lit up the sky, flickering across the stone walls and metal inner-workings. Galvanism was not so difficult to understand, and certainly not for someone like Isaac. Bolts of electricity. Reanimated flesh. The lightning would work. Asking Gomez to help with his little undead-girl-experiment would surely sound like madness. Besides, he knew his friend's gift would be useful for… later projects.

An old lightning rod fixed with metal wiring acted as a makeshift conductor. Once the lightning caught, it would surely send enough power to bring his companion to life. All that was left was a waiting game, watching the still form upon the table. Thunder roared and cracked in the skies above Nevermore Academy as rain pitter-pattered against the tiles of the tower's roof. Lightning struck again, brighter than before, as it hit its target. Electricity shot through the rod, zolting down through the patchwork corpse, limbs twitching as the power surged through you. Isaac watched, enraptured, from a safe distance, half-hidden behind the control panel of the machine ─ just in case all hell broke loose.

Sparks flew and the acrid scent of burnt flesh filled the air. He was not perturbed in the slightest, waiting until the lightning had run its course. The surge died down, leaving behind darkness in its wake. Isaac watched, and waited once more, eyes sharp as he studied the girl.

The first movements were subtle, a faint rise and fall of your chest, and the twitching of your fingers before your hand flexed all together, stitches drawing taught. He felt a grin split across his features, wild in nature as he stepped closer to the prone form on the table.

“You're… alive,” he breathed, nearly rendered speechless by his own success in bringing forth life. His fists clenched, rubber gloves squeaking quietly in the stillness of the lab. He hovered by your side as your eyes fluttered open, glossy and bright. A gasp followed, deep and loud like you had been pulled up from the depths of the ocean. “You're alive,” Isaac repeated, chanting the words to himself. Through trial and error, countless sleepless nights, and an obsession to see this through, Isaac had done it.

“Now I know what it feels like to play God.” The words were slow, spoken softly beneath his breath. All the while, you stared up at him, albeit confused, but there was a look of wonder in your gaze, like you didn't know who or where you were. Isaac would guide you as your creator, and your friend. “Come,” he said, grasping your now-warm hands. Your fingers wrapped around his own with a grip that sent a rush through him, that defied all laws of life and death. “Let's get you on your feet.”

He helped to steady you, allowing you to slide off of the table to stand on your feet. The thick soles of your shoes clanked softly against the metal flooring, your balance held steady by Isaac's firm grip on your hands. He watched, eyes still wide with something manic, as you stood tall in front of him.

“I'm alive,” the words were hoarse as they left your cracked lips, throat rough from so many years of disuse. You repeated what Isaac had said, a small smile of your own tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Yes, you are,” he nodded, his grip loosening into a tender hold on your hands, “and you are beautiful. My creation.”

His mind was still reeling. He had full trust in his knowledge, but even this seemed like a miracle ─ one that had been brought forth by his own hands. There was much to be done, Isaac knew. You were born anew, crafted by him and brought back from whatever afterlife had beheld you. Stitched and remade, you were his entirely. Isaac's eyes held yours, brown and shining in the dim light of Iago Tower. One of his hands lifted, glove grazing across your stitched cheek as he brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The way you leaned into his touch instinctively, was enough to make him grin once more. As grotesque and strange that you were, akin to the horror of a Frankenstein, he did not draw away. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. It wasn't quite love that he felt - not yet - but something like pride swelled within him. There was beauty in what he had done, in this girl he had created on his own.

“You and I are going to have much fun together.”

⠀── taglist: comment to be added.

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[fawnfleshh]

since your requests are open for wednesday, I'll share one of my thoughts for Isaac Night – so, basically we had the whole Slurp situation and he got his life back, so, what I thought abt was what if he tried to bring back someone else too, like he was brought back? maybe a loved one, a significant other – and basically ends up with a bride of frankenstein situation where he kinda of does end up proud and doesn't judge whilst his bride eats someone intestines – like, he actually ends up proud to see them with blood all over, smeared in their face, dripping in the floor, yk? he treats them like a human & waits for them to "get back" kinda like he did, he has full conversations whilst them have to transform back and he just waits for it, idk if it makes sense

hi! thank you for this request <3

it does make sense and I actually love it!! I am working on a fic to post later today so I might write this request and have it posted next week