Princess Enid Sinclair is far from being the heir to her family name. She was brought up to be married off to some nice Prince that could bring greater fortune to her family. The thing is, really, she kind of hates her family. And she most definitely does not want a Prince. Enter; Wednesday Addams, heir to the Addams name, Lady of the House of Shadows and Macabre.
It started very simple. One very annoyed and lonely princess, the cliche of the century, to the point it didn’t warrant a tale or a song. Her brother, not the eldest, but the one in the middle, had gotten married a few months back. It was only a matter of time before Esther Sinclair became annoyed with her only daughter not having a husband at the old age of 21. A travesty, in their time. She thinks that it shouldn’t matter. She was not the heir, she held nothing. No title, no name that mattered. Of course, that’s never how things worked.
Enid was a pawn. She always had been, and always would be. Marriage was not some arrangement of love, or devotion. It wasn’t what the bards sang of, or those people who danced through the street drunk off their asses. Not that Enid ever saw that, but her brothers sometimes whispered to her about what happened out there. They might not be the heir, but they were Men and that gave them more freedom.
Issac, tall, broad, pretty brown eyes and dimpled cheeks was the heir. He wore suits like they were descended from the heavens, just to rest upon his skin. He talked with a firm, but soft voice, that commanded his people. He had been brought up to be the proper and strong king of his people. One who could fight, but also dance and cheer when the time called for it. Esther had always said he was a gift from the moon goddess herself, born under its light, and destined to give them a time of peace.
He was the child that mattered, and every son after that was a backup. They were similar to Enid in the sense they would all be married off, for power, for some gain for their family. To garner a new ally, or strengthen an old ally. They had some sort of say in their wives, from a lineup of Princesses who giggled when they smiled, and fainted when they met their gaze.
Enid was the last. She could not be heir, not even if all her brothers died, and their sons with them. She could not run a kingdom, she could not be given a hand of power. That’s not, nor had it ever been, how it was meant to be. Because she was a Princess , and they were somehow the lesser. When she would marry, unlike her brothers who might become kings of neighboring kingdoms, or hold some sort of power and business in their palms, she would never have the opportunity. Her words meant naught. Her thoughts were rocks.
Tis to say, Esther Sinclair had waited long enough to marry her daughter off. She had waited for every offer, few that there were. The Sinclairs already married off nearly every son, the last daughter had not been the top priority for anyone. But, after a while it did become a burden to take care of someone who couldn’t do anything, and was just meant to one day bear children and be done with it.
And here she was, the ball. Under the surface it was to find her a suitable Prince with money and a flourishing Kingdom that could drown them in even more wealth that they already had. Her parents talked trades, what rich soil grew in the west, or what fine gems had been mined from the south east. Enid was there, of course, sitting around and looking pretty. Feeling bored out of her mind and a growing disdain with every smile her mother gave the man she was talking to. She watched her father laugh, big bellied and loud in that way he faked when he truly desired something.
“I would have thought you would be more inclined to enjoy this setting.” Enid could recognize that voice from a thousand. She hasn’t heard it often, but each brief moment, all the few hours that stacked together had been the highlight of her life .
“Monseigneur Le Dauphin!”
Wednesday Addams, wearing what has to be the most beautifully crafted black gown Enid has ever seen, smooths down her dress and sits right next to her. The chair is angled towards her, yet the heir apparent still scoots her chair closer towards Enid. It leaves them with the privacy to speak without having to talk too loud. Their voices could be low whispers, or hushed tones and not be heard.
fantasies about vampires coming to your town to fall in love with you and make hot vampire sex to you: old, outdated, boring
fantasies about vampires coming to your town to improve the public infrastructure, destroy the rich families milking you for money, and perhaps also making hot vampire sex to you (or helping you make hotter sex with your partner of many years): rejuvenating, what we need in this day and age, modern
Jealous Enid Sinclair canon…..like was it wrong of me to be like, “yes babygurl” whenever Enid snapped at you know who 😭 also what did you think???
My theories on Wednesday season two (the ramble you and nobody asked for)
Sorry this took so long. I wanted to get my second rewatch in and I spent all of Wednesday reading wenclair fanfic 😭 I’m rewatching it again now and I have more thoughts! Are they coherent? Never. This is long. I’m not apologizing.
I LOVE the jealousy. If y’all know me you know I am here for jealous Enid. It’s very her. I know a lot of people are upset with Enid this season (aside from the jealousy part a lot of people are loving that) and I can understand why but also everything Enid has done makes sense for her character. Especially her getting pissed at Agnes. Which is so funny! I will admit I instantly hated Agnes for trying to kill Enid. I was a bit agressive— and I still don’t trust her but the jealousy and the rage baiting Agnes does is sooo funny.
Now I’m going to dive into some theories I have ✨
I’d first like to start off with the eye foreshadowing because personally it’s the most obvious thing that they are doing. Shout out to @ jennaslipfreckl on twitter for pointing out the blood over Enids eye in the vision. It wasn’t something I initially picked up on but the crow missing an eye has been *very* obvious and I do think that’s intentional. Also during the scene in episode two where the knives are coming down while laying on the floor we have a sideways shot of it slowly going towards Enids eye. This felt very purposeful. Twos a coincidence and three is a pattern! I suspect she’ll lose her eye or get a gnarly scar (or both I’m here for both) I love Enid she is my baby but… scars are hot I’m sorry.
Speaking of eyes I have a bone to pick with EVERYTHING. I don’t trust anyone. To the point all my theories might come off as insane.
The crows pick out eyes. The stalker cuts out eyes. Sure okay, the stalker is Agnes, I don’t fucking trust her. At all!! Honestly, I agree with a lot of people who are saying Bruno and Agnes are working together to separate Wedneday and Enid. There’s a line Enid says in episode two that I picked up on my second time around and I feel like it only furthers my point.
“Only Wednesday Addams would have multiple stalkers.”
It’s a throw away line. Enid says it and we move on like it’s nothing but it’s not nothing. There isn’t just one stalker! There isn’t just one person, Agnes, doing all of this. I feel like it’s meant to hint towards the bigger picture. Everyone’s saying there’s too much going on this season, which yes, there is. But I’m telling you by the end of this everybody is going to connect one way or another.
I really personally don’t want Capri to be evil. Mostly because they did the evil teacher last season and I think doing it again is kind of boring. However, during episode two (I know I’m saying a lot about episode two but I literally just finished watching that one again so stay with me) she’s the one to find Wednesday outside. She was purposefully looking for Wednesday. Which we could write off, sure, yeah, whatever.
HOWEVER! The way Capri speaks in that scene is incredibly intentional. It is what gets Wednesday to understand the letters on the card left behind were notes that needed to be played. IN THE FUCKING MUSIC ROOM! I feel like this was a very intentional hint done by Capri to lead Wednesday to the clock tower. Whether she knew she was doing it or not. (My friend also has a theory about Capri but that’s his so I’m keeping it between us but if he is right oh my goddd genius)
Speaking of knowing you’re doing something or not. Sirens! Agnes has stated she’s blackmailed students. Like she’s point blank said that. Now do I think the odds of a 13 year old being able to manipulate a siren are low? Yes. However I do think we should consider the odds of ANYONE having a siren on their side (the avian lady, or Capri being told to go find wednesday and give her a hint *if* she isn’t already agreed to be a part of it without cohesion) to manipulate or coherence people into the plot.
I think there’s a lot unsaid about the sirens we need to start picking up on. Especially after the whole morning song bullshit. The odds of sirens being used to manipulate others is high. We only have the first four episodes and a ton of stuff was packed into them. (Yes, maybe too much)
We all have eyes on Agnes. She’s a big player. The rage baiting, her stealing Galpins phone, giving Wednesday his eyeball. It could just be because of what she said but it’s far too connected to the avian lady for my liking. I feel like we got a bunch of stuff far too easily. The floor is going to be ripped from under us and Wednesday going into a coma was not it. Bruno has been wrapped around Enid, sometimes literally, and it just drives it home mroe. I can 100 percent see him using Enids feelings to manipulate her into trusting him. He’s built this image around himself with her to make him vulnerable and like a carbon copy of how she feels. She was a runt. She has anxiety and fear that makes her claws jump out. He’s giving her all she wants and Enid is jumping blindly into it because this is the first time she’s fully feeling popularity and everything she’s wanted. The pack *likes* her and it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to know how to manipulate Enid. (Sorry my baby you are still my favorite)
Oh, random. I also think Slurp is going to create more zombies. But like nobody believes me on that one so… I’ll probably be wrong.
EVERYTHING is a plot to seperate Wednesday and Enid from one another! (Do I sound crazy? Yes. Absolutely.)
On another note. FUCKING DORT! I didn’t notice this my first watch but during episode three they show a picture of Gideon (morning song cult leader) meaning they casted him. And he’s said to not have been picked up in the raid. I’m sure a lot of people aren’t really connecting this storyline because it feels so random but nothing is random. I believe that Gideon was on the phone with Dort in episode four (I believe it was in four) and somehow morning song is involved with this shit. At least some part of it. Morning song and Gideon are going to be a bigger player than we think they are. They wouldn’t have this storyline with Bianca and her mother if it meant nothing. They wouldn’t show us his picture and specifically say he wasn’t captured if it meant nothing.
Anyways this is long. I think I rambled a lot. I’m sure there is more I can say about what we have but I’m watching episode three and four in a few minutes so I’m leaving it here.
enid asking wednesday “what abt me? what’s my part in the plan” and wednesday’s lip LITERALLY trembling and enid saying “do you even want to be my friend anymore?” and wednesday saying VOICE CRACKING “that has never been in question” ARE YOU FOR REAL????????
I don’t use the term queerbait lightly because of how heavy it is. And I don’t like how it is thrown around sometimes. However with how Wednesday is being marketed and what we have heard/seen we are either being queerbaited or having one of the greatest slow burn love stories ever.
There is not a question whether they know what they’re doing or not. Of course they do. They know the impact Wenclair has and how much of their audience supports it. It’s their job to know. And it’s their job to bring in as many people as they can. And if that means supporting/using wenclair they have a choice between queerbaiting and not queerbaiting depending on the plan for the show.
I think a lot of the time queer coding and queerbaiting get mixed up. Implications and implied queerness leading up to that moment can be beautiful and wonderful. Personally I really love slow burns and implications can be a big part of that build up.
We are all so traumatized by media (rightfully so) and how we are used when views are wanted that our immediate thought is “oh we’re being baited” because it does happen. But it could be queer coding and we’re just far too early to tell. Season two isn’t even out yet. And if you think about it the only way for Wenclair to work (in my opinion) is a slow burn. And sometimes slow burns can make you feel like you’re being queerbaited. It’s one of the worst waiting games till something is confirmed or the show ends.
Like I said at the start, we’re either being queerbaited or it’s going to happen. Before the marketing I honestly would have said we weren’t being queerbaited, but the more stuff they do the more I believe we are. Which I think is really sad. I don’t need wenclair to be happy. I wanted to watch the show before anybody knew about wenclair. It’s Netflix. I don’t have hope. I have never had hope but if it is queerbait I am so unbelievably tired or queer relationships being used for views. Especially when the shows we do have, with canon wlw couples, get canceled after one season by Netflix.
Anyways— this is mostly a rant of my thoughts and my bubbling frustrations. Don’t even get me started on Netflix overall because I have WORDS to say about them.
so happy that glitch was fixed because tumblr quite literally wouldn’t let me post for days (not that I post often) but we’re nearing season 2 of wenclair and I need somewhere to scream
Writing is hard. I haven’t written anymore of that royal wenclair au oneshot but I could publish the 7k words I have now and at some undetermined amount of time later in the future hopefully publish the other half. I can only hope it’ll magically appear. But I do like what I have about it and 7k words just sitting there alone feels so sad…
tumblr app for the life of me will not let me post normally the button is not working but I did upload the first part of this which is 10k words 😭
Royal wenclair auuuu ill have to do one of my normal posts at some other time. For now this is what you get
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Princess Enid Sinclair is far from being the heir to her family name. She was brought up to be married off to some nice Prince that could bring greater fortune to her family. The thing is, really, she kind of hates her family. And she most definitely does not want a Prince. Enter; Wednesday Addams, heir to the Addams name, Lady of the House of Shadows and Macabre.
Guys. GUYS. I just had the craziest thought (if someone else has also thought of this then I'm very sorry). What if.... Wendy is Riri's twin??
You gotta hear me out on this. It makes no sense for Riri and Wendy to be the same person, the timeline for a lot of events revolving them just don't make sense (namely, the house wars. I just can't see Riri being able to change her entire wardrobe and hair AND makeup that quickly). But, what does make sense, is Wendy being Riri's twin. We already know that characters being twins isn't uncommon, especially considering the source material, so what if this whole time, the set of twins that have been seemingly missing from the show, were actually right under our noses??
It just makes a lot of sense in my head. Wendy seems to know practically everything about this school, and sure the things she knows are housepet secrets, but she gets away with too much in my opinion. It could also explain why Riri covers her face. Wendy hides in the shadows, but imagine how difficult it would be to explain that a housepet, especially considering that this is another illegitimate child of Arkadi, is the twin of one of the most powerful people in the school?? Its easier to just make Riri cover her face instead, especially with how often she's seen in public.
I know this theory is a reach, but I actually am obsessed with it and trust, I will be refining this soon enough, because this has SOOOOOOO much potential.
This is my favorite theory!! I know a lot of people subscribe to the “Riri is Wendy” one but her being a twin is such a good idea! I love seeing people realize this theory because it’s so funny. It’s like such a… “wait a minute” one that makes so much sense. Me and my friends love it. It could very well be either or. I think the odds of Wendy being a twin are higher than we think considering the source material. We know for a fact Simon took inspiration from the manga and it would be a good move to confuse us with Kira&Riri being half sisters then throw in Riri having a twin. A lot of people their first watch (me included like a dumbass) didn’t even notice that Wendy was played by the same actress!
I think a big thing for me that happens is Wendy in the housepet tunnels. The beaver let’s her pass while when Michael was in the tunnels he got caught and Dori had to make the beaver let him go. Now we *could* say this is further proof for the “Wendy is Riri” one but if Wendy were a housepet secret Timurov the beaver would absolutely listen to her no questions asked and that’s what he does. I think also, and this was something I recently thought about, is that I feel like Riri talks so softly. She could totally be faking that as Wendy but it just feels *wrong* to me with how energetic Wendy is. It would be a good cover if she were Riri because she is so different but it’s also like… how much she talks. I think that would have to make us go into why we think Riri talks less and what that means.
I really wanted to see if I could find her name on the leader board but we never have a clear view of the housepets list :( which sucksss. I think there is a lot of things to nitpick it and the fact we haven’t seen Riri’s face is a great hint towards maybe twin because if her face has a scar then we know for a *fact* she isn’t Wendy. Which would mean Wendy is her twin.
It’s a theory with a lot of potential like you said! I did a oneshot recently where this is hinted at and writing it gave me 💞 (my friend also hinted at it in a oneshot before me I missed his hint tho like a loser because I’m dumb and he had to tell me)
sometimes we can keep our inside thoughts inside guys because what does this mean. Ao3 bookmarks can be viewed by anyone if they are public. Let this be known when you say something in the notes section because this is now going to be on my mind. Like… IN WHAT WAY ??? Is it bad??? Because I update beyond irregular??? IS IT BAD ??? now I’m just going to assume it’s bad look what we’ve done. If you’re going to say something make a private bookmark damn 😭
Literally— did NOT know who this man was. Just thought it was some guy. My friend who is into wrestling informed me and I thought that was so funny. I already thought the scene was funny with it just being some random guy but the fact a wrestler is just there ???
A/n: I’m sorry but they’re so hot and I literally had to. I swear to god if the cast finds this and reads it I will be forced to take drastic action involving myself and a weapon. Just kidding!!!!! Or am I..? No I’m kidding… am I..? I am!!!
Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer
Warnings: swearing, general feralness, hardcore making out, guys I can’t!!!, probably ooc?? Idk I tried my best but I’m just a girl, not very explicit at all tho, I think there’s one mention of people dying, very normal bet stuff, super abrupt horrible ending, let me know if I missed anything!!
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Mary honestly never expected her life to turn out like this.
She had rose to the top, sat on student council and been so dizzyingly powerful sometimes it feels like a physical ache. She never thought that she would be one of those people that would get addicted to power, and she still doesn’t. She wouldn’t do anything for it, but she misses it more than she expected.
Or maybe she misses the respect?
Being Ryan’s house pet was seriously sickening- she never knew that someone could be so low on the social hierarchy at St. Dom’s.
Maybe she missed the familiarity. The feeling of someone always watching her in admiration, someone hoping to climb the ranks to the student council one day.
And she never expected that Riri Timurov would ask her to the Bet Gala. At first she was slightly scared, mostly confused, but when she talked to Riri on those stairs suddenly that all fell away.
“Do I have a choice?” She had asked. Thinking about the way Riri’s pretty hand curled around the banister sent some weird shock through her. She had leaned forward, lending her ear to the masked girl.
“I really want to see you tonight.”
“Okay,” Mary had said, apprehensive- but so curious it burned inside her veins.
The first words Riri had ever spoken to her, and they were so soft. Sweet, even. Her voice didn’t have any dominance in it, in fact it was the exact opposite. A quiet yearning, a subdued plead. She just really wanted to see Mary.
The date was possibly the nicest thing that anyone had ever done for Mary. It was obvious that Riri had put a lot of time and attention into it. It was decorated beautifully, and they were eating lobster.
They didn’t speak, just ate their lobster, Riri slipping her fork under her mask. And despite her natural curiosity to see what Riri was hiding under there, she didn’t mind. She was more comfortable in the silence with Riri than she had ever been talking to her friends.
When they were done eating, Riri helped Mary stand up. Her hand slipped around Mary’s waist, a comforting hold that felt right, that felt like her hand should always be there, and led her to the opposite side of the room.
The music from the gala. She could hear it on this side of the room. It was faint, but still there, and she suddenly realized Riri wanted to dance with her.
Butterflies exploded in her stomach.
“Will you dance with me, Mary?”
Mary was right about that quiet yearning.
She was starting to notice that Riri’s eyes, although hard to read, let her know everything she was thinking.
And right now Riri’s eyes were wide, nervous, but her pupils were dilated in wonder.
A stupid, almost lovesick smile exploded onto Mary’s face.
“Yeah.”
Mary could tell Riri was smiling too. Faintly. But smiling. Mary had made her smile.
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When Riri invited her to watch the House Pet Hunt with her in the student council rooms, Mary was less surprised by the invitation and more so scared for Kira’s reaction.
It was obvious that Kira wasn’t ecstatic about her being there, but she had mostly held her tongue. Besides, Riri had spent most of the past hour glued to Mary’s side.
That’s where they were now, watching Ryan and Yumeko on the cameras in the woods. The way they were all over each other was honestly disgusting. Mary had bets on this- and they were messing all her plans up. She wanted to be back in the top 10. She wanted that power.
Riri stood next to her, not too close but not too far, staring down at her phone instead of the screen.
Mary kind of wished she could break that phone and have all of Riri’s attention. How would that feel? To have all of Riri in front of her. With or without the mask. Riri’s eyes on her again, touching her again, doing something more than awkward first date dancing.
Maybe she was kind of a hypocrite.
She shook her head, thinking about the bets. About the need for power, back in the top 10.
And under all of that… she did care about Yumeko. And she cared enough about Ryan not to wish him a brutal death at the hands of Chad and Suki. Yet here they were. Acting like lovesick idiots. Anger rushes through her veins.
“They’re being hunted for sport and acting like it’s a date,” she scoffed. “What are they doing? Trauma-bonding?”
Riri looked up at her. The reminder that Riri was there shot panic through Mary.
“I-I’m not jealous, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
This time, Riri’s eyes didn’t reveal anything. But, she did put her phone in her pocket, and the two of them went back to watching Ryan and Yumeko act like simpering fools.
God, Ryan was seriously about to come in his pants right there.
“You know what?” Mary started, taking a deep breath to try and calm herself. Riri looked at her. “I’m way too focused on Yumeko and less focused on myself. I need to put me first for once.”
She turned to the masked girl. A memory flashed behind her eyes.
Riri telling her to sit. Her asking if it was an order. That simple nod. Maybe Mary just needed someone to tell her what to do sometimes.
“Although…” She took a step closer to Riri, watching the taller girl tense. “I can make one exception.”
Riri chuckled. Again, Mary could tell she was smiling. She turned, and Mary followed her gladly.
Riri led her to the room where the Spade House had kept their flag, where Mary had beaten Riri. She trailed slowly behind the taller girl, watching as she placed her hand on the table.
Riri softly cleared her throat before patting the table.
Mary furrowed her brows. “You want me to sit on there?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” Mary shrugged, despite the multiple chairs around the room. She was curious. And undoubtedly excited. She hoisted herself up onto the table, only a few inches away from where Riri’s hand was. Only a few inches away from Riri.
“Do you remember when you took the Spade flag? When you climbed up on the table?”
Mary blinked. “Oh. Yeah, I did do that. Why?” She chuckles. “Did I break it?”
“No.”
“Okay, I know you’re a woman of little words, but I’m gonna need some more.”
Riri chuckled. “You really don’t know.”
Mary wanted to scream at her.
“You don’t know how much you affect me.”
Oh.
“Now I really want you to elaborate.” Did the air seem thicker? It had to be. Was Riri finding it this hard to breathe too?
Riri’s fingertips slowly extended to just brush against Mary’s thigh. She tensed up on instinct, but everything inside of her screamed for Riri to keep going, to touch her, to do more, anything-
Suddenly her entire hand was resting on Mary’s thigh.
Mary’s breath hitched. Riri leaned closer. God, there foreheads were almost touching. With Mary sitting on the table, she was at the same height at the taller girl. Being face to face with her like this made something inside of Mary want to explode. Like a rock rolling down a hill, cracking once it reaches the bottom.
“Tы сводишь меня с ума, моя красавица.”
Mary kissed her.
It wasn’t really a kiss, not through the mask, and kissing fabric wasn’t as exhilarating as the build up. Mary quickly pulled away, shocked at herself for doing that, worried Riri would hate it, breathing heavily.
“Riri,” she gasped. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry-”
Riri’s eyes were the wildest Mary had ever seen them. There was so much emotion in them, all pouring out like words on a page, Mary could read it easily. She could see the surprise, but no disgust. The most prominent emotion was need. Raw, primal need. The kind that scares you. The kind that might be love.
Riri’s eyes flashed at Mary’s words. “No, don’t be sorry.” Her voice was just as breathy as Mary’s. “Let me.”
She slowly raised her hand up and placed it over Mary’s eyes. Mary’s heart was beating so fast the taller girl could surely hear it. The second of silence was torturous.
When Riri’s lips finally met Mary’s, it was like a high she had never felt before. Sure, winning was fun. Gambling could be exhilarating. But this… Mary was addicted to this.
She let her legs fall open, Riri’s hand still firmly over her eyes, Mary staring blankly into the blackness like she would suddenly let her hand down and Mary could look at her properly. Mary could see who made her feel like this, who was kissing her like this. Riri took advantage of Mary’s open legs to press herself right against the table, as close as possible to Mary.
Mary could practically feel the desperation, the wanting rolling off of Riri and no doubt herself.
Riri was in control, even like this. She took away Mary’s sight, now her breath. Mary wouldn’t mind if she put headphones over her too. As long as she could keep kissing her, keep touching her. Riri was entirely in control of the kiss, which Mary had expected due to her natural demeanor-
But this kiss was tinged with something. It was animalistic, it turned heated quickly- was it ever even innocent or chaste? Spit strings between the two of them whenever Riri let Mary get a breath in, before going right back to attacking her.
That’s what it felt like. The world’s most pleasurable mauling.
Finally, when Mary felt like she was choking on Riri, she pulled back.
“I’m sorry, принцесса. I got… carried away.”
Mary couldn’t help but laugh. She suddenly registered Riri’s grip on her waist and thigh. One hand was still digging into her thigh, the other on her waist- both of them so distinctively possessive Mary was sure she would have bruises soon.
That felt better than she knew it would.
That felt exhilarating.
She blinked when Riri finally allowed her to see again, her mask planted firmly onto her face again. Mary was starting to hate that goddamn mask. How could Riri hide something that felt so good, and so beautiful like her face? Her lips? Her teeth that had bumped against Mary’s. Her tongue… Mary would remember that forever.
Riri raised her hand from Mary’s waist and brought it up to her face. Softly, her thumb moved to wipe some of the spit from around Mary’s mouth.
“What does that mean?” Mary asked as Riri visibly got lost, dragging Mary’s lip down with her thumb before letting go. “Those things you said in Russian.”
Mary could tell Riri was smirking.
“How about a bet?”
Mary raised a brow.
“A bet?”
“10,000 that you will let me say whatever I want to you in Russian, without asking me what it means.”
“What, are you dirty talking? You freak.” She hit Riri’s shoulder.
“Maybe, принцесса.”
“Okay, fine. 10,000.” Mary doesn’t think that Riri has ever bet so much before. It would certainly help Mary get back to the top 10. Besides, maybe a little curiosity was good for her. Maybe listening to Riri was good for her. Shutting her brain off for a just a bit… just being with her.
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Tы сводишь меня с ума, красавица - You drive me crazy, beautiful girl.
Writing is hard. I haven’t written anymore of that royal wenclair au oneshot but I could publish the 7k words I have now and at some undetermined amount of time later in the future hopefully publish the other half. I can only hope it’ll magically appear. But I do like what I have about it and 7k words just sitting there alone feels so sad…
oh my gosh i JUST realized you exist on tumblr and that i have a tumble account and i don't have to cry into the void about how your actors au gmw fanfic burrowed into my soul and has been there for a year just popping up and looking around and giving me intense cravings for a new chapter. like please. i don't think i've yearned so hard in my life. no pressure, obv, just. yknow. know that your brain reached across rhe vortex and tickled my brain and i have brain scars now. sorry that was graphic. anyway i love you thank you you're amazing
Oh my goddd!!! I need you to know this means SO MUCH especially because that fic is my all time favorite. It makes me so happy that you feel as deeply as I do about it. “know that your brain reached across rhe vortex and tickled my brain and i have brain scars now” an absolute VISUAL and makes me ahhhh oh my goddd honestly I’m always really surprised with the few people who enjoy that fic. It means a lot that you think about it AND found my tumblr just to say something about it.
I have about 3k words of the chapter but it’s not finished yet. If you stalked my tumblr a bit you’ll know that I’ve been dealing with some really intense writers block as of the past year or two. (Also depression but we’re doing our best ✨) I really want to update it and I will continue working on it. You definitely are helping me get motivation so I appreciate it a lot 💞thank you truly so fucking much! I will genuinely be thinking about the vortex and brain scars sentence for awhile because oh my god 😭
the ao3 curse is real and I haven’t even updated anything it’s just like it knows 😭
I wrote 6699 words for royal wenclair on the day I was awake for 30 hours and it’s now 7659 words but I thought the double 69 was funny I was contemplating making the Addams vampires or just having them seem so heavily like vampires but never confirming it for shits and giggled
Today has NOT been a good day. It’s mostly my doing (not regarding the ao3 curse but that’s real 100 percent. I do think my migraine yesterday was from not sleep for 30 hours as that is… understandable)
I don’t know what my point for this post was I think I lost it immediately— BUT I am still striving to make royal wenclair a oneshot and if that turns into a 15-20k oneshot so be it!
Here’s another sneak peek because Enids yelling made me laugh
