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Wednesday: *collapsed and staring vacantly at nothing*

Morticia: *glides over in a rush* What happened to Wednesday?

Enid: *anxious* I-I don’t know! I was just giving her mouth-to-mouth!

Morticia: So she had stopped breathing?

Enid: What? No, no, no. She fell over after.

Morticia: 😒

Enid: 🫢

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Omg. Joy Sunday read some of my Yoko’s Nicknames for Wednesday. Out loud. I. I can’t even.

😵〰️👻

We’re celebrating the premiere of @netflix Wednesday Season 2 with Joy Sunday, AKA Bianca Barclay, ur fave siren 👁️🌊🕸️

Tag your artwork with #wednesday on netflix to be featured on the dash!

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Wednesday’s Other Visions - Part 1

Inspired by the old “Surprise Motherf*cker” meme.

Part 2

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Distracted Dueling - Part 1

Part 2

Pre-Wenclair. At night in Nevermore’s fencing room, Wednesday faces off against Enid, whose shirt has several buttons undone.

Enid: We’re settling this today, Addams. Get ready to lose!

Wednesday: Sinclair, you are a fool if you think you can breast me in a fair fight.

Enid: Oh yeah? Well— waitwhat?

Wednesday:

Enid: Did you just say breast?

Wednesday:

Wednesday: Don’t be absurd. Your mammary must be as flawed as your fashion sense.

Enid:

Wednesday:

Enid: You just said—

Wednesday: *steps back* Perhaps we should postpone this fight, seeing as you are barely tit for battle. I will boob our duel to tomorrow evening.

Enid:

Wednesday:

Enid: Oh… kay? I guess we, er, I’ll just like, kick your butt tomorrow night.

Wednesday: It is bold of you to bosom victory. I shall relish the moment when I excise that smirk off your cleavage.

Enid:

Wednesday:

Enid: Uh. See you then?

Wednesday nods and strides out of the room.

Enid: Huh… I could swear she said cleav-

Wednesday: *from outside* I said visage! And button up your godforsaken shirt!

— Part 2 —

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During a FaceTime call between Enid and Yoko.

Yoko: You, in Iove triangle? Seriously? With who, Ajax?

Enid: Nope! Wednesday.

Yoko: Hah! I freaking knew it! Who else? Some tall relatable werewolf boy?

Enid: Nuh uh. Friday.

Yoko:

Yoko: Isn’t that—

Enid: And Addams!

Yoko:

Enid: My entire love triangle is all Wednesday Friday Addams!

Enid: 🤗

Yoko: 😐

Yoko: 🖕😑

[FaceTime ended]

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Bianca: So, I heard you once threatened to nail gun Ajax’s heart if he broke Enid’s.

Wednesday: You heard correctly.

Bianca: What will you do to him if he somehow manages to break my heart?

Wednesday: *thoughtful hum*

Wednesday: I would corner him in the darkest of alleyways, hold my sharpest blade to his scrawny neck, and then, with only vermin as witness—

Wednesday: —I would bestow upon him the largest denomination of gift card possible to his preferred cannabis dispensary, Snake 'n Bake.

Bianca:

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Wednesday: I am akin to a bird or prey.

Bianca: *rolls her eyes* Of course you are. Like a hawk or something?

Wednesday: No, more like a pheasant, or perhaps a quail.

Bianca: Aren’t those less bird of prey and more just prey, period?

Wednesday: Bird OR prey, Barclay, not bird of prey.

Bianca:

Bianca: Pardon?

Wednesday: *surreptitiously nods towards something in the distance*

Bianca: *glances in that direction to see…*

Hungry Hungry Enid: *partially shifted and poorly hidden amongst anemic shrubbery*

Bianca: 🤨❓

Bianca: Why is Enid drooling at you like you’re the dinosaur bone to her starving cartoon dog?

Wednesday: I’ve taken to wearing suspenders.

Bianca: Didn’t she say she has a thing for suspenders?

Wednesday: *shrugs, turns, and with unerring accuracy begins to make delectable quail noises*

Hungry Hungry Enid: 👁️🫦👁️‼️

Hungry Hungry Enid: *howls and charges*

Bianca:

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Enid: I think about how I almost lost you that night, and I… I just… *sniffles*

Wednesday: Enid, you not only saved my life that night. You did the impossible.

Wednesday: *gazes deeply* You… revived my cold. Dead. Heart.

Enid: Oh Willa. *dips Wednesday*

Wednesday: Mi amor. *shares passionate kiss*

Bianca: Christ, will you two get a mausoleum and die already? Some of us are trying to have breakfast here!

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So… I ate Wendy’s Meal of Misfortune for dinner. The verdict?

It feels like Wednesday Addams just degraded my mouth. 😖

I’m sure Wednesday would be pleased to know that it did indeed taste like capitalism and (soggy) disappointment. Also, the slogan on the bag is woefully accurate.

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Who’s ready for Wednesday Season 2? 😀🎉

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Bianca: That’s Eugene? What the hell? He looks like a teen actor that’s about to age out of a role.

Enid: Wednesday says he went through a “significant molt” over the summer.

Bianca: What? Like a BUG?

Enid: Exactly. It’s this weird phenomenon where some psychics pick up traits related to the concept of their powers.

Bianca: *arches an eyebrow* The… concept.

Enid: Yup! Eugene molts like an insect, Mrs. Addams, a dove, is totes peaceful, Pugsley has the spark of ingenuity when it comes to engineering—

Enid: —and Dort is flaming douchebag. See?

Bianca:

Bianca: That sounds dumb as—HEY! What the hell, Addams! Let go!

Wednesday: *fighting with Bianca for her amulet*

Wednesday: You have a shiny object. Give it to me now or suffer the CAW-CAW-CAWnsequences.

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Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Season 2 (2025)

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Enid: *groggily* Babe, please. It’s 5 in the freaking morning.

Wednesday: Time is of the essence if I am to ascertain the cause of the disturbance outside.

Enid: Look, I love your little Sherlock brain and all, but the only ass you need to be certain about—

Enid: —is the one that better GET. BACK. IN. BED.

Enid: *eyes glow with a predatory (and sleepy) fury as she holds up the covers expectantly*

Wednesday:

Wednesday: Yes, dear. *slinks back to where she belongs into bed*

Enid:

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— In a room at the Jericho hospital. —

Wednesday: What… what happened?

Sheriff Galpin: Miss Addams, there was an incident at your graduation ceremony. Witnesses say you were attacked. By a classmate.

Wednesday:

Sheriff Galpin: Do you remem—

Wednesday: *sharply* Enid Sinclair.

Sheriff Galpin: *grim nod*

Wednesday: And my hand?

Sheriff Galpin: You just spent the last 18 hours having it surgically reattached. You were very lucky. The paramedics found you unconscious from blood loss, with a death grip on your, er, severed hand.

Wednesday: *begins to… smile?*

Sheriff Galpin: *takes a full step back* Uh… Miss Addams? Are you feeling alright? Do you need the nurse?

Wednesday: I must contact my father immediately. He will know what to do.

Sheriff Galpin: *grunts* Right. I suppose this calls for legal advice.

Wednesday: No, this calls for a celebration.

Sheriff Galpin:

Sheriff Galpin: Pardon?

— Back at Nevermore. Enid is seated in a Lupin cage with her face in her hands, sobbing. Several officers stand guard, monitored by Principal Weems. —

Bianca: *rushes up* Pugsley just texted me! Wednesday’s out of surgery! It’s going to be okay, Enid. We’ll figure out what really happened!

Principal Weems: *deep sigh* Don’t bother.

Bianca: What? Why?

Principal Weems: For one, those are happy tears.

Enid: *drops her hands, revealing a huge smile* She said yes, Bianca! SHE SAID YES!!

Bianca: Yes? The fuck you talking about??

Principal Weems: It’s an Addams family tradition. Tisha did the same thing. Proffered Gomez his own hand in marriage, after removing it with a hatchet.

Bianca: You are shitting me.

Principal Weems: *grows distant* Even… even missing a hand, he— *shudders* —he couldn’t keep them off her…

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During a particularly noisy lunch in the Quad.

Bianca: Hey, Enid. You may wanna check on your girl. She looks a little off.

Enid: *glances over in concern* Babe, are you feeling overstimulated?

Wednesday: *eyes shut tight* Yes.

Enid: Don’t worry, I gotchu. *produces a long needle* Same as last time?

Wednesday: *manages a curt nod*

Bianca: 😒❓

Wednesday/Enid: 😞 ─🤏😗

Bianca: 🤨⁉️

Wednesday/Enid: 😣─🤏😗

Bianca: 🫢‼️

Wednesday/Enid: 😖𑁋🤏😗

Wednesday/Enid: 😯⎻🤏😗

Wednesday/Enid: 🙂-🫷😗

Bianca: 😨

Enid: There! All better?

Wednesday: *slurs* Prfct, my blvd wlf.

Enid: *gives Wednesday an adoring peck on the cheek and goes back to eating her lunch*

Wednesday: *drools a little peaceful repose*

Bianca:

Bianca: WHAT THE F—

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Enid: Hey, um… Willa? Do you think… do you think we’ll make it?

Wednesday: How do you mean, mi corazón?

Enid: I mean this. Us. Together.

Wednesday: Ah, then yes. Of that, I have no doubt.

Enid: How can you be so sure? We’re barely adults. There’s so much that can happen— so much that’s gonna happen.

Enid: I just— I’m afraid, Willa. Your parents are like, this beacon of hope, but… they feel like the exception. Bianca’s parents, Xavier’s. Even mine struggle. It’s just like… how? How will we make it?

Wednesday: *furrows brow*

Enid: Sorry. I didn’t want to be a downer. Let’s like, talk about something else.

Wednesday: No. Enid, have… have you ever heard of Turritopsis dohrnii?

Enid: *shakes head*

Wednesday: It is a species of jellyfish with a particularly remarkable trait. Whenever its existence is truly threatened, be it by injury, illness, or even age, it will rejuvenate to a polyp.

Enid: A polyp?

Wednesday: Yes, its juvenile state. From there it will grow anew to repeat the cycle. Perhaps indefinitely.

Enid: That’s uh… cool, but what does a jellyfish have to do with us?

Wednesday: At risk of being mistaken for a romantic, I would equate our love to that resilient creature. To how it perseveres.

Enid: Yeah…?

Wednesday: Our love may be wounded. It may become starved by distance or sundered by inevitable mistakes. Someday it may even seem unrecognizable, suffocated with doubt or perhaps clouded by fear.

Wednesday: But I know, with the same certainty that you know I am strange and I know you are brave, that we will survive it. That even if what we share becomes diminished, it is only an opportunity for our love to blossom anew.

Wednesday: Because I will never give up on you, Enid Sinclair. I will never give up on us, and I know you feel the same way.

Enid: *sniffs* Oh Wednesday. That’s so—

Wednesday: Not romantic.

Enid: *snorts* Yeah, obvi.

The two lean into each other to share a single languid kiss.

Enid: Mmn. So…

Wednesday: ?

Enid: You called our love a jellyfish.

Wednesday: The immortal jellyfish.

Enid: Still a jellyfish! And jellyfish, I must say, are totes adorbs. Just. Like. You.

Wednesday: Courting death already?

Enid: Nope! We’re immortal now. Immortal jellyfish. You said so— ack! No tickling! Stop!