proppie06

[proppie06]

it’s unfortunate that (some) people in fandom spaces are starting to get too comfortable complaining and being rude to writers and artists who create contents they personally don’t like (“why are you making this character a top when he’s obviously a bottom? omg do you even understand his character?” “I’m so sick of seeing fan art and fanfic where this character is portrayed as a sadist when he’s actually misunderstood in my opinions, therefore anyone who disagrees with me is wrong and should be shamed” just to name a few I’ve seen) instead of curating their own fandom experiences by engaging only with contents they do like.

you want more fics where (x) is written in this specific way? either write one yourself or politely expressing your opinion about how you hope there will be more fics where (x) is written in this specific way instead of making fandom a toxic place by being rude to writers and artists who dare make contents that are not to your Personal Liking.

if the universe does not revolve around you, strangers and fandom spaces don’t have to cater exclusively to your personal preferences either.

to all my beloved writers and artists, write whatever you want, draw whatever you want. portray that character in whichever way you want to portray. I hope you have fun doing what you love. don’t let anybody tell you what you can or can’t do with the blorbo. go wild. I will always support you

[proppie06]

[proppie06]

I've been working on this commission for a while now, and I'm glad it's finally finished. A friend of mine loves Jori and Wenclair a LOT, so here's a crossover as he requested.

[proppie06]

this is exactly how i picture wednesday looking at enid in literally any of my fics, just fyi:

[proppie06]

Wednesday is winding down on a lengthy explanation of why her favorite color is actually purple and not black. Enid is laying on her bed next to her, listening intently.

Wednesday: And so in that sense, purple is not a real color. Purple light simply does not exist.

Enid: So what is purple then?

Wednesday: A manifestation of the mind as it struggles to make sense of something it was not equipped to perceive. A color in existential crisis.

Enid: That’s like, totes mind blowing, but it doesn’t explain why it’s your favorite color.

Wednesday: Is it not obvious?

Enid: *apologetic wince* Sorry babe.

Wednesday’s gaze drifts to the side in thought. Enid waits patiently, appreciating the silent concentration on her girlfriend’s face.

Wednesday: I feel… a connection, to that color. To how something that one may argue should not exist, that we are not evolved to process, can result in something astoundingly beautiful.

Wednesday: Like our eyes when presented with red and blue light, I could perceive you and I, but not us. Not the we.

Wednesday: And I did not think myself capable such a thing. I never imagined myself as part of an us, because I simply did not have the capacity to truly consider it.

Wednesday: But then you howdy’d your way into my life. You, with your molten blaze of extra-spectral colors, burning retinas with the same fervor that you used to set my heart aflame.

Enid amps up her smile for Wednesday, which she returns in subtle reflection.

Wednesday: So as I said, I could perceive you. And I could perceive myself. But us? Us I could only experience.

Wednesday: In defiance of what made sense. What should or should not work. Whatever purpose I crafted for myself. In spite of all that, We manifested Us.

Wednesday: And that is why I favor purple, because it serves as a reminder of us.

Enid: *leans in* Babe, that was so not romantic.

The two share a very pleased kiss.

Enid: *leans back* Sooo… were you implying our love is purple?

Wednesday: *vague smirk* Perhaps.

Enid: Well then, I purple you too!

Wednesday: *wrinkles nose* That— no, I do not enjoy that at all.

Enid: Aw c’mon! Don’t you just purple how it sounds?

Wednesday: Absolutely not. I take it back. My favorite color is black.

Enid: It’s okay babycakes, you can purple more than one color.

Wednesday: Get off my bed.

Enid: Noooo! Willa! Babe! Purple of my life, don’t— ACK!

Having been unceremoniously kicked off the bed, Enid simply laughs from the floor. Wednesday watches her from above with ill-concealed fondness. That look is replaced by surprise as Enid abruptly yanks her down to join her on the floor, where the two will inevitably make purple.

Written for @blueisredandredisblue

[proppie06]

I'll never recover from the absolute lunacy of the Wednesday finale. Enid really thought she would never see Wednesday again, went in for a hug, got rebuffed, and was totally like, "Okay, I hear you. BTW we'll fuck Tyler up if he tries something, please don't worry! I'M GONNA MISS YOU."

And then the very next time Enid sees Wednesday, Enid's in her wolf form, takes time out of a fight to give Wednesday PUPPY DOG EYES, and then makes sure Wednesday gets away safely. Then proceeds to nearly get her throat ripped out but at least Wednesday was safe!!!!

And THEN the next time Enid sees Wednesday, it's after Enid's scared something happened to her because none of her friends had any information on her! Imagine her surprise when small, dark, and pissed off appears out of the misty shadows!! Enid was so overwhelmed with every emotion ever and just HAD to cross Wednesday's no hug boundary!

And imagine her further surprise when Wednesday TOUCH ME AND DIE Addams pulled her back into a hug!! Enid held her like she never wanted to let go because there she is! Right in her arms!! Thank GOD!!!

It's even funnier from Wednesday's point of view. The last time she saw Enid, she left her crying alone in their dorm because she just had to get herself expelled. Wednesday, who was so jealous that Enid told a taxidermy squirrel she'd miss the creepy lifeless eyes waking her up, when we all know Enid really meant her. The same Wednesday who had a speech prepared to make her roommate feel better. Didn't want to say goodbye!!!

Wednesday stumbling around in the woods after almost dying in a crypt, being accosted by a douche bag barista who turns into a fucking MONSTER. And who comes to her rescue but her notoriously un-wolf werewolf roommate!! Wednesday was SHOOK. "Enid? The girl that cried when she had to say goodbye to me six hours ago?? MY Enid????" Her face was so shocked.

Then of course, the next time she sees Enid, she's getting linebacker TACKLED into a hug. And she was like OKAY FIRST OF ALL- but then the argument died when she looked at Enid!!

The crying face from this morning is now covered in blood and still crying, because the scaredy cat werewolf almost gave her life to make sure Wednesday was okay!!! Wednesday decided in that goddamn moment that Enid was hers!! NO MORE CRYING FACES, BABY, I'M RIGHT HERE. YOU WERE MAGNIFICENT.

Wednesday thought she'd never see Enid again, let alone see her risk her life for her.

Enid thought she'd never see Wednesday again, let alone be held in her arms for a lifetime.

[proppie06]

@boojangs 🥲

[proppie06]

You can’t out-flirt an Addam, it’s there specialty

[proppie06]

wenclair after an argument

[proppie06]

[proppie06]

i think i remember somewhere someone saying arabian poems is what wednesday feels about enid and i just. i can’t stop crying because nothing has ever been truer

[proppie06]

It’s been almost two years and I still think of them at least once everyday 😓

[proppie06]

I think maybe Enids a fan 🤭🖤

[proppie06]

This art was born thanks to TikTok and the song Chappell Roan — Good Luck, Babe!

[proppie06]

…because all enid would talk about on twitter is how much she loves her gf

[proppie06]

Wednesday shows affection in a very peculiar way.

[proppie06]

Oh we’re so back!!!!!