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Fleas
It took Wednesday several months to find her werewolf roommate in the outskirts of Paris.
She was fully wolfed out and needed coaxing back to human form.
Wednesday never gave up on her, no matter the sleepless nights and bites, she was determined to bring her back and one night she finally did.
Enid had been human for less than forty-eight hours and was readjusting to bipedal life with a twist.
She was no longer as dangerous as she was 2 nights before but she held some of her wolfish characteristics, like the scratching…
She stood under the big oak near the Seine, while Wednesday was talking to her uncle. She was about to sit and lift one leg slightly to scratch behind her ear, before remembering human knees didn’t bend that way.
With a huff she settled for jamming her freshly manicured nails under the collar of her jacket and going at it with wolfish enthusiasm, scritch-scritch-scritch, blonde hair with its pink and blue tips fell messily over one eye.
“Enid,” Wednesday said flatly, watching from where she stood, “Are you molting or possessed?” She narrowed her eyes, studying her, “Possibly both…” She said matter-of-factly.
Enid froze mid-scratch, ears perking. “It’s not my fault! I was a wolf for months, Willa. I was…wild. And now my skin feels all wrong and itchy and…” She gave another aggressive little wiggle, one shoulder hiking up as she attacked the spot between her shoulder blades. “Ugh, I swear there are phantom fleas. They followed me back as little biting ghosts.”
Wednesday’s eyes shone with something dark and unreadable. She took a step closer in that eerie, silent way of hers. She was close enough that Enid could smell the faint trace of wet soil and coffee that always clung to her.
Without warning, Wednesday reached up and hooked two fingers under Enid’s chin, tilting her face to the side to inspect the reddened skin at her neck.
“You are exhibiting residual lycanthropic grooming behaviors,” Wednesday observed, clinical as ever. “Fascinating and repulsive. I find myself torn between documentation and immediate extermination.”
Enid whined, a soft wolfish sound that slipped out before she could stop it. “Don’t document me like some strange science experiment!”
A tiny, evil smirk tugged at the corner of Wednesday’s mouth. She released Enid’s chin only to produce, from the depths of her black coat a thin black leather collar studded with tiny silver spikes. It even had a little silver tag that read, “Property of Wednesday Addams. Do Not Pet.”
Enid’s eyes went wide. “Is that…a dog collar?”
“Flea collar, custom made. The bell was optional. I removed it. The sound would have driven me to homicide within the hour.” She replied casually.
Enid stared at it, then at Wednesday, cheeks flushing bright pink under the remaining traces of her wolfish flush. Slowly, a grin broke across her face, toothy, and entirely too pleased for someone being offered parasite control accessories. “You made me a flea collar,” she said, voice going all soft and wobbly. “That’s kinda…thoughtful, Wends.”
Wednesday reached up and fastened it around Enid’s neck with precise, gentle fingers, adjusting it so the spikes framed her throat like a regular choker. “It is a containment measure. If you continue to scratch like a mange-ridden stray in public, I will be forced to put you down.”
Enid leaned in and placed her forehead against Wednesday’s, still smiling as a soft purr rumbled from her throat.
The itch, miraculously, seemed to settle under the cool weight of the collar. “Thank you, Willa. For everything.”
Wednesday sighed, but her hand lingered at the nape of Enid’s neck, thumb brushing just under the leather in a slow, soothing circle. Neither of them pulling away…
“Ah! I see you have our new Wolfie her collar!” Uncle Fester’s voice boomed cheerfully. “Hate to be that guy but, we’ve got a Hyde to catch and the trail’s running cold.”
Wednesday closed her eyes, exhaled, and stepped back “Lead the way.”
She turned, leaving a now calm Enid wagging her metaphorical tail trailing behind her like a happy puppy.
They knew if they added Enid running to Wednesday after getting flung out the window, there would only be edits of that scene
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Conversation Prompt
“Your werewolf side thinks we’re dating?”
“Technically, she thinks we’re married, but that’s not really a concept in the wolf world so she can’t quite put it together. But, yes, if you brought home another girl, she would kill us both. You with her claws, and me with a massive heart attack.”
“Your wolf isn’t entirely wrong. Digging an Addams out of a grave is one of our traditional courtship rituals, and an attempted murder-suicide is a suitable next step. As such, who would induce more fury—Bianca, Divina, or Agnes?”
It’s fascinating how these two keep getting gayer over time. They boutta put both of em in plaid and give them identical U-Hauls next season
Ophelia Hall Roommate Agreement
[sigh]
They care for each other so much
Peep the:
*Neither roommate is required to admit they care about the other
Gayest thing they could have put tbh
Source: Netflix House
Mii Enid!
did somebody say… childhood WENCLAIR ?!?!?
mememememe i did !
baby wenclair and Thing having a tea party 🫖✨
Happy Pride Month, everyone! I hope everyone’s gonna have an awesome June!
I’ve missed these two so so much!
Enid: *wakes up* Wednesday! You found me!
Agnes: Enid, Enid its okay your back, and your safe
Enid: *taking deep breaths looks around* Where am I? *notices goth motifs and a room twice the size as the one at Nevermore* Is-is this Wednesday’s room?
Agnes: Yes, Wednesday believed this would be the safest place for you
Enid: *notices an IV in her arm* What's going on?
Agnes: Wednesday figured out a way to return you to human but it's going to leave you weak for a little while
Enid: *frowns* Why are you the one explaining this to me? Wednesday would never pass on the chance to explain her brilliance. What aren't you telling me?!
Happy pride month to these two specifically
tfw your roommate/gf is really strong and you gotta deal with being randomly picked up 😌✨🩷