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꩜. ˚ introduction

HIII guys it's me Andi - aka mistysfundungeon on ao3 if anyone knows me </3. I thought I would make a quick intro post to explain what this blog is about.

This blog is essentially me dumping my extra / bonus content relating to my fic ("Until the Moon Rises") because why not!

Below are some ideas of what I will post in future - but it's not just limited to this.

VISUALS ★ moodboards (per chapter) ★ scene/setting aesthetics inspo ★ pinterest boards ★ etc.

FUN ★ headcanons ★ incorrect quotes ★ etc.

WORLDBUILDING ★ (fictional) location guides ★ background character facts ★ random world details ★ pre-story timelines & info (spoiler-free) ★ etc.

AUDIO ★ snippets of audiobook readings (dyslexia ftw!) ★ playlists (official & character-related, etc.) ★ etc.

CANON CONTENT ★ chapter summaries (for catching up) ★ extra/lost/deleted scenes (e.g. late-nevermore flashbacks or daily domesticity) ★ character & thematic deep-dives ★ etc.

BEHIND THE CHAPTER ★ my writing process ★ snippets ★ my commentary or thoughts on chapters ★ etc.

OTHER ★ parallel explanations ★ other things that randomly come to mind!

Okay that seems like a lot but guys if you know me, then you know that if I commit to something... I commit 100%! Hence why I am shoving unnecessary content down your throats obvi

STAYED TUNED, BROCHACHOS???

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BTW do people still want the extra content i promised this tumblr would be LMAOAOA... im just not sure if theres many interested nowadays since its been soooo long and im so flakey RRAAAAH!!!! just drop a comment or if ur shy just like this post and ill try and get over my random fear of posting extra content if ppl dont even want it SOB

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hope you're doing okay 🫶

HEY TYSM!!! i appreciate this check-in and i want to assure you and everyone im ok!!! ive been working on UTMR slowly since my motivation has been kind of Shit??? but the good news is that ive started actually planning a lot in advance so the process of writing has become muuuuch easier and im aiming to post ch 41 sometime next week HOPEFULLY !!!! <3

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Chapter 39 Snippet

i thought i'd post the first 1k words of chapter 39 because why not... also because ive given zero content since around september/october so lemme give a little refresh hehehehe

note: this is like semi-edited so it may not be perfect pfhfgbseufbsefb

They swore to build something here together, to fashion a life from what remained after running so long - not just existing, but living. Seattle welcomed them with a downpour, the sky opening in recognition of their arrival, washing away what came before.

Rain tapped against the window when Enid woke, the sound simultaneously known and foreign. Above her stretched a ceiling unlike the textured white of their temporary Astoria shelter or the bumpy expanse of countless motel rooms. This ceiling was unblemished, bathed in soft peach light as morning broke. She remained motionless, gradually assembling the pieces of her new reality: the unexpected support of the mattress beneath her, the absence of Thing’s familiar movements, the rhythm of city traffic replacing the whisper of wind through trees. For a moment, disorientation gripped her - was this merely a dream? Would she suddenly find herself back in her parents’ house, or worse, beside him in that massive bed she’d once feared?

But certainty settled over. This was no dream. This was real and this was theirs.

She rolled to her side and found Wednesday beside her, still sleeping. Her girlfriend’s face was turned toward the wall, dark hair fanned across the pillow in a way that made her look younger, or maybe just softer. One arm was flung across her abdomen, the other reaching out, fingers curled loosely. There was a gray-ish pallor to Wednesday’s skin, a residue of last night’s exhaustion and the cocktail of medication and pain she’d choked down, but there was also peace.

Memory trickled back: the long hours in the car, Wednesday’s refusal to nap until they’d passed the Oregon border, Jude’s endless questions about geography and dinosaurs, the way he’d asked, “Is this home now?” as they’d crossed the bridge into the city. Enid remembered Bianca’s efficiency as she unlocked their apartment for the first time, flicking on lights, opening windows, talking them through the building’s quirks. She remembered Jude falling asleep mid-sentence at the kitchen table, lips sticky with sauce, and how she’d carried him to his new bed, laying him down in the blue-dino sheets he’d picked out.

The night ended with Wednesday’s head on her shoulder, mumbling gratitude into her collarbone before surrendering, at last, to sleep. Enid laid awake a while longer, listening to the rain begin, feeling the wild animal urge to patrol the perimeter, to check locks and window latches, to make sure their new home was truly safe. But her body had other plans, and exhaustion eventually dragged her under.

Now, the fatigue was a bruise under her skin - real, but not bleeding.

The floor was cold beneath her feet as she tiptoed past the bathroom, where a single towel hung on a hook and the tile gleamed with recent scrubbing, and into the kitchen. The space was compact, but the windows let in enough light to make it seem bigger. Yoko’s “Housewarming Survival Kit” sat on the counter, an old Trader Joe’s bag stuffed with ramen, instant miso, three chocolate bars, duct tape, and a floral-patterned hot water bottle. Enid grinned, made a mental note to text a thank-you, and set the kettle on to boil.

Already, there was so much to do.

The boxes in the guest closet, the paperwork for Jude’s new school, the medical folders Bianca left with reminders about appointments and insurance. Enid learned, in the years since her father’s collapse and her own first flight, that every new home came with an inventory of invisible risks. She needed to memorize bus routes, local emergency numbers, how to reach the hospital in less than fifteen minutes. She needed to know the layout of the building - where the fire escapes were, which neighbors left their doors unlocked, which ones had dogs that barked at strangers.

There was no such thing as too much preparation.

She found her pad of sticky notes and uncapped a pen. The first list was simple: Groceries. Pharmacy. Confirm Monday’s appointment. Next, a reminder to email the landlord about a lock change. Then, a list of things for Jude—bus pass, lunch box, new rain boots. Enid scribbled fiercely, the act of writing down possibilities shrinking them to manageable size.

She paused to sip her tea and tried to conjure a vision of the future that was more than just a daily gauntlet of tasks. What would it feel like to build routine here, to become a fixture at the corner café, to watch Jude sprint across the park on summer evenings? What would it be like to see Wednesday’s cheeks flush with health again, to hear her laugh at some private joke, to plan a week or a month ahead without bracing for disaster?

It was possible. And that was the cruel, beautiful core of hope: it could be real. She just had to build it, one morning at a time.

The kettle began to whistle again, and Enid startled, not realizing she’d filled it twice. She poured herself a second cup, set it next to the first, and began a fresh sticky note. This one read: “Figure out how to be happy.” Underneath, in tiny script, she added: “Don’t screw it up.”

She stared at the second note for a long moment, then folded it and tucked it into her pocket. Some promises were too fragile to leave lying around, even written in her own hand. The first list, practical and manageable, she stuck to the refrigerator door next to a photo Jude had drawn yesterday of their car loaded with boxes - three stick figures visible through the windshield, all smiling despite the chaos.

Enid picked up her pen again and started a new note. “Get a feel for the neighborhood.” “Check for safe running routes.” The second item made her pause. She hadn’t run - really run, the kind that left her breathless and shaking - in months. Before the hospital call, before Wednesday, before everything changed, running had been her escape, the only way to burn through the restless energy that built under her skin like static electricity. Now, the thought of lacing up sneakers and disappearing into unfamiliar streets felt less like flight and more like... maintenance. Self-care, maybe, if she could learn to frame it that way. She added another line: “Find a park with good trails.” Then, smaller again: “Remember to come back.”

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UTMR return!??!?!

Hi guys its been a billion years omggg

im so sorry for lowkey ghosting you ive just been busy , first with school, then with holidays & family + friends!!! i was actually meant to finish up my course/study in this coming april but i transferred to a higher program so now i have 2 more years of it HAHAHA so expect me to be busy/flakey even WORSEEE (school goes back next week)

okay so with that all in mind... im wanting to post chapter 39 before my first classes of the year. so if its not posted by monday plz spam my inbox because chances are i forgot.... it just needs editing mostly so ill be doing that over the next few days

And i will be honest: i lost complete motivation for this fic over the past few months. i was feeling really down about it and insecure, but i have been getting some lovely comments + support which has helped a bunch actually so thank you to my ride or dies (you guys!!!) for being part of the reason i want to continue <3 i promise this fic will be seen through even if the show is finished long before this is HAHHA.

so yeah!! look out in your inboxes for an update some time this/next week (hopefully efsbeusefyb)

i sincerely hope you all had a good holidays and a safe new year <3

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Will you be continuing UTMR?

HEY! i’m so sorry im really late to this question— school has been eating me alive. but basically YES I AM :D

Chapter 39 will be posted ummm within the next few days???!!! (don’t hold me to it though oops)

I’m so sorry for the wait guys😭😭 i’ve been trying to focus on school and myself because i was going through some personal stuff but i’m okay now!

i’m still trying to work out a realistic schedule i can work with for posting but i will need a while to ensure it can truly be stuck to

TLDR — ITS NOT ABANDONED !! just slower updates (for now)

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adopted a new WIP and it’s now my favorite thing i’ve ever written + my new fav … sorry UTMR you’ll always be the og but boxing AU is my new fav child hehehehe

Idk if i’ll post at least not until it’s done we’ll see but YALLLL i am SOOOO excited

Essentially is Hella vibes like SERIOUS vibes. Boxer Enid x Journalist Wednesday - tense “enemies” to lovers fast burn… it’s so fucking vibes man. OBSESSED.

p.s. If anyone is super curious on it i can maybe post a pdf of the first chapter and if people like it then I can Post on ao3 ??

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Just got an idea of allocating a song for chapters & posting it in the summary so yall can listen as you read… hehehe

I also will go back & add them to previous chapters but omg yes stay tuned !

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Could you please please please show or mark where Enid's scars are? I really want to draw her as close to UTMR canon as possible. Thanks 🖤💖

WAIT OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS?? oh my god im crying ok ok…

So essentially umm the only explicit references - and the most physically obvious ones - are:

- Her canon left cheek scars from the Hyde fight s1

- A scar that runs from her left wrist to elbow from the bloodmoon bracelet incident

- Jagged scars on the side of her right calf from her last full transformation

She does sustain like small scar-type facial injuries in chapter 12 but they’re patched up, as are injures from recent chapters so it’s up to you if you want to include them as marks!!

Also, it is implied throughout that she sustained past injuries and scars from Dominic but it’s not explicitly stated where so I’ll leave it up to whether you want to come up with some little ones or include them at all!!

BUT I AM SO EXCITED RAAAAAA THnk u so much <3 Also if you want me to like make some kind of chart and draw on it i can DM you one !! :D

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chapter 32 is finally posted!! So sorry for the inactivity... i got super busy and kinda lost confidence with this story pfff... pls enjoy !!! (p.s. it's gonna go back to slice of life healing stuff from 33 onward i promise)

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Guys omg I’m so sorry- just an update that I am alive!!! I went on a trip and have been super busy this week since I got back

I’m working on finishing chapter 32 but I lost momentum with writing so the quality may not be as good because aaaaaa Idek why

JUST WANNA LET YOU AL KNOW IM BACK SOON🙏🙏🙏

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You guys are NOT ready for chapter 32 ?!

Andi redemption arc. I’m making up for all my past angst sins y’all🙏🙏

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Jude Addams <3

A long-awaited drawing of Jude Addams, Wednesday (and Enid)'s son from my wenclair fic, Until the Moon Rises !!

Thank you SO much to @leodraws3 for drawing this masterpiece - I'm crying.

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Chapter 30!!

Ch 30 is posted - good luck y'all !! <3

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My god you guys are going to hate me for chapter 30. Um. All i’ll say is that the thing you all may Kill me for is not rly about wenclair - but itz… FUCK omg i’m CRYING

Also cliffhangers ftw ;)

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I wanna post a lil excerpt of chapter 29 cos it’s now my favorite chapter and there’s a moment that’s become my fav I’ve ever written so I give into the voices and show u guys…? It’s not super long!

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My first actual UTMR drawing (wip) - someone name the cat for this plot point. Otherwise I’m thinking Omen…

p.s. I’m still learning to draw idk what i’m doing the cat is SO cooked i’m crying