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umhuhwellthen · 1 month

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Me: I am going to work on Single Dads and Fake Marriage AUs

Evil Me: oh so we're making fankids?

Me: what? NO! I'm finishing FM AU art wips and either ch 2 or a one shot for SD!

Evil: gotcha, timeline for Usatello Single Dads AU, research yokai, amphibians and birds of Japan, rabbit breeds and size of litter to roll die on how many kids the couples will have, look up kanji for names...

Me: no, No, NOOOOOOOOOO

This image contains the Usatello kids planning but the back of the papers has TomoSagiMariKen kid plannings and Next Gen AU stuff

I used a dice roller and random name picker to choose how many kids, what bio parents(for UY Fake Marriage AU), what gender, species the kids are, then for their names

Fake Marriage AU;

TomoSagi Kid, either a cat or rabbit, leaning towards cat, son, either has fur pattern/coloring like Swiss Fox or Tan Rabbit, Swiss Fox because i made Tomoe a Somali Cat which are called Fox Cats sometimes and Tan because of Tomoe's pretty fur colors.

MariKen Kids, plural, son and daughter, hija has Kenichi head, eyes, and ears, Mariko hair, eye shape and nose. Hijo has Kenichi eye shape, nose, chin, Mariko's face, ears and eyes. Haven't decided which kid yet but one will have Himalayan or Californian fur pattern and the other piebald/broken fur pattern

Oh I should also mention that my evil genius brain had me researching Renaissance artists and artists of art movements that came after the Renaissance AND Surrealism because Frida Kahlo was considered part of that art movement and there was word that the Rise!Turtles missing sister would have had that name

Usatello Single Dads AU

Waffling between artist names, Japanese names, or flower names(Usagi likes nature and Donnie has a passion for botany; still has a theme to follow but it isn't artist name this time)

Random name picker rmy beloved/beloathd

So I always had plans for turtle/rabbit hybrid because heheh fusion go brrr, particularly a daughter that's named after Inazuma's 'dead' name Tomiko

And then I saw @/quartergremlin had the galaxy brain idea of including PSDD as one of Donnie's kids and redesigning it so I rolled a die for how many kids, then put in all bio, all adoptees, psdd and bio, psdd and adoptees

P.S.D.D and adoptees won, so then I went to yokai.com to see what they got to get the ideas flowing, put birds I was thinking of making ocs with and basing Rise! Karasu-tengu off of

Ended up with a hane-no-haeta kappa kid and a Daruma Pond Frog kid, adopted son and daughter respectively

Usagi came across the kappa boy on one of his misadventures and Donnie came across the frog girl in the Hidden City

P.S.D.D uses ve/vir/vis pronouns (because it sounds a lil like virus which ve finds hilarious)

D.D.'s design is based off of Don's fantasy mech from Down With The Sickness and tmnt 2012&2003 Fugitoid

But then I got attached to the flower names, especially the poisonous ones so Middle Name Time!!!

Tomiko Amaryllis Hamato-Miyamoto (iiii don't think amaryllis were in my poisonous list but they were in my Victorian era/hanakotoba flower language list I think)

Shigeru Larkspur Hamato-Miyamoto (the kappa child, Shigeru is made up of either the kanji for Rabbit[ie Usagi] or lapis lazuli and something else i can't remember off the top of my head)

{Mountain} Laurel Koyuki Hamato-Miyamoto (Donnie named her because He's Extra, and she didn't have a name as an orphan street rat, lil iffy about her middle name, thinking of keeping the flower middle name thing but Shelldon/P.S.D.D/Jotaro dont have one and her name is ks already a flower sooooo...)

D.D. and Tomiko have already been designed and have color palettes everyone else is still in the works...

#ay speaka #anyway*blows up*#may instead use artist names for caprilnardo kid(s?)#usatello single dads au #usagi yojimbo fake marriage au #Laurel is a partially based off the frog bride yokai #but shes just a yokai not a Yokai(tm)#the difference in riseverse imo is BigMama/BaronDraxum/Mayhem are Yokai and yokais like the police officers and the Mud Dogs are yokai #regular folks aside from the fact they're not human #Yokai are of course traditional japanese yokai but also other creatures of myth and legend #i imagine witches are a weird inbetween and higly debated on whether theyre Yokai because of mystics and mythos or yokai because #its a learned art

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rei-atsume · 6 months

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Cat of the Week: Laurel

A picky player, Laurel is the high class and high maintenance sister of Willow. She has a fondness for items that cost gold fish, but is stingy about giving any herself, in stark contrast to her humble sister. No one is sure how she came out to be this way, but we love her regardless.

こだわりのあるプレイヤーであるローレルは、ウィローの高級でメンテナンス性の高い妹です。金魚ほどの品物に目がないが、自分に何かを与えるのはケチで、謙虚な妹とは対照的である。彼女がどのようにしてこのようになったかは誰も知りませんが、それでも私たちは彼女を愛しています。

까다로운 플레이어인 Laurel은 Willow의 높은 수준과 높은 유지 관리 자매입니다. 그녀는 금붕어 값이 나가는 물건을 좋아하지만, 겸손한 언니와는 대조적으로 금붕어 값을 내는 데는 인색합니다. 그녀가 어떻게 이렇게 되었는지는 아무도 모르지만, 우리는 상관없이 그녀를 사랑합니다.

#laurel #cats #neko atsume #猫 #猫集め #고양이 #고양이 수집 #japanese translation #korean translation

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tundereforce · 7 months

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Midcentury Exterior Inspiration for the exterior renovation of a sizable 1960s green two-story stucco house with a shed roof and a metal roof.

#brick driveway #japanese #pepper tree #modern ranch #laurel canyon #driveway

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gradienty · 2 months

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Foam Japanese Laurel (#ddfdf6 to #0ba403)

#Gradient #Foam #Japanese Laurel #ddfdf6 #0ba403 #ddfdf60ba403 #AI

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whatisonthemoon · 1 year

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New York Times: Documents on Marcos Cite Collaboration Reports (1986)

January 29, 1986 Joel Brinkley

Evidence that family members of the candidates in the Philippine presidential campaign collaborated with the Japanese during World War II has emerged as a hotly contested issue in the final days of the race.

Relatives of both the opposition presidential candidate, Corazon C. Aquino, and her running mate, Salvador H. Laurel, worked openly for the Japanese. Neither Mrs. Aquino nor Mr. Laurel has disputed the fact.

President Ferdinand E. Marcos has pointed up these connections, saying his own record is, in contrast, one of patriotism and opposition to the Japanese occupation force.

But United States Army documents that were disclosed last week indicate that Mr. Marcos's own record is ambiguous on this point.

The records show that the Army dismissed Mr. Marcos's official claims that he led a guerrilla unit during the Japanese occupation as ''fraudulent'' and ''absurd.'' They also suggest, although they do not prove, that Mr. Marcos was a Japanese collaborator.

At the same time, the official records clearly state that people listed as members of the guerrilla unit that Mr. Marcos claimed to have led did work for the Japanese and brutally treated Filipinos who interfered.

The question is critical to Mr. Marcos, who has frequently made mention of his wartime record in interviews and speeches during his long public career.

Thousands of Filipinos collaborated with the Japanese occupiers during the war, and in 1945 many of them were charged with treason. Although all were later pardoned, collaboration was a matter of significant national debate in the late 1940's, and experts on the Philippines say the nation never fully resolved its feelings about the issue.

Two years ago the Marcos Government showed that it still regarded the subject as politically sensitive. When the United States Army considered declassifying documents from World War II, including lists of Filipino collaborators, it consulted the Philippine Government, and ''the decision was we would not declassify the lists, on the basis of Filipino objections,'' said John H. Hatcher, Archivist of the Army.

When Mr. Marcos responded to the reports last week that the United States Army had rejected his claims about his war record, he blamed his election opponents for the report, which first appeared in The New York Times, and he accused them of serving as Japanese agents during the war. Thus the question of collaboration became a campaign issue.

''Look at them,'' Mr. Marcos said at a rally in Manila on Thursday. ''These people who were collaborating with the enemy when we were fighting the enemy - now they have the nerve to question my war record.'' Officials of Wartime Government

Mr. Marcos offered no evidence that either opposition candidate had collaborated with the Japanese. But Jose P. Laurel, father of Salvador Laurel, served as President of the Japanese puppet government from 1943 to 1945. When the United States recaptured the Phillipines in 1945, he fled to Tokyo. Benigno Aquino Sr., father-in-law of Corazon Aquino, served as a senior minister under Jose Laurel.

On the other side, many Filipinos say they believe that Mr. Marcos's father, Mariano, collaborated with the Japanese as a propagandist, an assertion that Mr. Marcos disputes. He says the Japanese executed his father.

The Philippines was a United States possession before the war, but Japan held the country from 1942 to 1945. The country became independent in 1946.

Among many Filipinos, Japan was regarded as just another occupier, as the United States had been. In the Philippines, collaboration was not the clear-cut issue it may have seemed in the West, said Dr. David J. Steinberg, president of Long Island University and a scholar on the Philippines. He wrote his doctoral dissertation on the collaboration issue.

Although the Japanese occupiers were brutal, particularly toward the end of the war, some Filipinos ''preferred Oriental rulers to Occidental,'' Charles C. McDougald, an author in San Francisco, writes in a book he is preparing on Mr. Marcos. Activities in Black Market

There is little direct evidence showing Mr. Marcos to have been a Japanese collaborator, but Army records leave little doubt that several men whom he named as members of his Ang Mga Maharlika guerrilla unit, including a man described as commander of the largest Maharlika company, were black marketeers.

The records - based on numerous signed affidavits from American and Filipino witnesses - say the men named as guerrillas sold important wartime commodities to the Japanese, while torturing and killing Filipinos who got in their way.

A United States Veterans Administration investigation completed in 1950 concluded that members of the ''Maharlika guerrilla forces during the Japanese occupation'' had been involved in ''questionable activities'' and ''atrocities.'' They were put on a V.A. blacklist, the records say, because they had ''committed themselves to trafficking in the sale of critical war materials to the brutal enemy.''

In one of the reports made public last week, two United States Army officers and one Filipino officer told American investigators that they had been told that Mr. Marcos was involved in the black-market sales. The officers said they could not confirm the allegation. Some of Files Withheld

Two years ago, when the United States Army prepared to give the National Archives the files that included those reports and more than a million others dealing with wartime activities in the Philippines, ''one small portion'' was not made public, said Mr. Hatcher, the Archivist. That portion included the lists of collaborators, and the reason it was not released was that the Marcos Government objected. It is not known whether the documents include any references to Mr. Marcos.

Much of the evidence that Mr. Marcos's opponents cite to tie him to collaboration is circumstantial and is based on his association with people known or believed to have been collaborators.

''It is widely believed in the Philippines that Marcos's father was killed by Filipino guerrillas during the war because he was helping the Japanese,'' said Dr. Salvador R. Gonzalez, a Filipino professor of philosophy who taught at the University of the Philippines and is now a fellow at Princeton.

Dr. Gonzalez said that although he is an opponent of Mr. Marcos, ''I myself, to be fair, don't think Marcos himself was a collaborator, although he did puff up his participation in the war.''

The United States Army has acknowledged that Mr. Marcos served with American units before the surrender at Bataan in 1942 and after the American invasion more than two years later. Mr. Marcos claims 26, 28, 30 or 33 military medals for that service, depending on which Philippine Government account is used. But the medals' validity has been disputed. Indebted to Jose Laurel

At the same time, Mr. Marcos was an indebted friend of Jose Laurel, the President during the occupation.

In 1936, Julio Nalundasan was slain - shot through the heart - just after he had defeated Mr. Marcos's father in a hotly contested campaign for the National Assembly. Three years later Ferdinand Marcos was convicted of the crime, but the Philippine Supreme Court overturned the conviction based on the dissenting vote of Jose Laurel, who was then a Supreme Court justice.

Mr. Marcos's authorized biography - its copyright is in Mr. Marcos's name - describes Jose Laurel as ''one of the great men of the Philippines'' and adds that Mr. Marcos ''idolized'' him. It also says he was ''shocked'' by Mr. Laurel's collaboration.

When Jose Laurel returned to the Philippines after the war, he was branded a collaborator, indicted and imprisoned briefly. But he was pardoned along with the others.

Since the war, Filipinos have been ambivalent on the issue, Philippine experts say.

Although the issue is emotional for Mr. Marcos and many others of his generation, to the vast majority of Filipinos it may not be as important; 70 percent of the nation's population is less than 30 years old.

Even during the war, Dr. Gonzalez said, many Filipinos ''admired the Japanese for their discipline.''

Dr. Steinberg said that while wartime collaboration ''is not a burning issue now,'' it is ''important to Marcos, whose support is based on having been a war hero.''

''Now that has been exposed,'' he said.

#marcos #ferdinand marcos #japanese imperialism #japan #counterinsurgency #the philippines #jose laurel #trafficking #weapon trafficking

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cobaltperun · 1 month

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Woe out the Storm (13) - Here comes the Thunder

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

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Word count: 3.6k

-Storms are comin', better run for cover. Here comes, here comes the thunder-

Tyler Galpin was the monster, the Hyde, the one who murdered Rowan and hurt Eugene. You were pissed, but you were nowhere near as pissed as Wednesday.

“I should have known it. His wounds weren’t nearly as serious as they should have been, I thought he got lucky, but he wounded himself,” she began pacing back and forth, the two of you still in front of the hospital.

“We need to go,” you told her, as subtly as you could pointing toward the hospital where Weems and the sheriff were coming out. “We can’t trust either of them now. H won’t turn his own son in and Weems…” you weren’t ready to say it just yet.

“Has been obstructing us since the start,” Wednesday said it for you as the two of you began walking away. You’d head straight for Nevermore, there wasn’t anywhere else you could go to, really.

“Right, let’s see, we know Hyde lays dormant, so there should be some genetics involved there. Galpin senior is a normie, but do we know anything about Tyler’s mom?” you asked, it was very rare for someone to just randomly develop an ability. It happened, but usually not with the kinds of abilities that involved transforming or shifting.

Wednesday shook her head. “No, and you’re not going to the archive to check,” ah, so she was still worried about what happened to you when you went to mayor’s office building.

“Maybe sneak into his house? See if we can find any medical records? Any history with Nevermore?” you gave in, it was adorable how protective she was.

“We can send Thing,” before you could even raise the question of his health she beat you to it. “He’s fine now,” she assured you.

“Okay, we got a plan then,” you nodded. Thing really was your best option here, even if you wished he could rest for at least a while longer. “Why would he turn on Laurel though?” you wondered.

“I’m not sure, I’m confident Kinbott is Laurel,” she slowed down a bit, as if something caught her attention at that very moment. “No, it’s not Kinbott,” Wednesday completely stopped.

You stopped as well, though a few steps ahead of her, and raised an eyebrow, silently asking her to continue.

“I thought it was her because of the flowers she left in Eugene’s room, they were the same flowers Enid and I saw in Laurel’s room, but the photos someone took of me mean that someone would have to be at Nevermore,” Wednesday explained, and you could see the frustration on her face at both her guesses being wrong.

“And since Tyler is the Hyde, the master has to be at Nevermore,” you groaned in frustration, you had no idea who it could be. “Unless it’s someone else, like the one that attacked me,” why was this so complicated?

“I don’t think it’s that one. The raijin, I mean,” Wednesday said and you halted completed.

“Raijin? The raijin? Japanese ‘lightning god’ raijin?” Wednesday just nodded at that. Well, that explained a lot of things, the pressure you felt, the difference in your level, the overwhelming presence. You weren’t dealing with a beast, you were dealing with a damn god of lightning. “Well, we better hope that guy doesn’t show up, because all that talk about not dying goes out the window in that case,” you just said it. There was absolutely nothing you could do, even if you shifted you felt like you’d be powerless against raijin.

“I know, I saw a vision of Diego, the raiju Goody had a bond with, fighting him. You can’t fight him,” you could hear the hints of panic in her voice. Wednesday knew, even better than you did, from the looks of it, just how strong the raijin was. And it pretty much confirmed you were attacked by someone who’s been alive for centuries.

You closed the distance between you two and took hold of her hand. When she squeezed your hand in return you leaned down, resting your forehead against her left shoulder. “I’m not going to let you deal with this alone, if that’s what you were going to suggest,” you could hear the sharp, though barely audible, gasp. “I’m on your side no matter what,” you let red sparks surround the two of you, completely safe for Wednesday. And in the midst of all that she raised her other arm and placed it on your back, her fingers digging into your back through your shirt.

“Don’t die for me,” she whispered, so softly you almost wondered if you heard it right.

You told her you wouldn’t die, but given the situation, it seemed more like wishful thinking than anything else now. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” you couldn’t say anything else, you could just hope it wouldn’t get to that point.

And if it did… Well, there was no point in thinking about that right now.

You had no idea how long the two of you stayed like that, in the middle of the road between Nevermore and Jericho, not caring one bit about who could see you. You both just committed the moment to your memories, cherishing the feelings you weren’t quite ready to talk about just yet, but you were feeling them nonetheless, perhaps even more intensely than you would if you were to put them into words.

It wasn’t a generational bond. This ran deeper, this was entirely personal, and it brought out a side of each of you that you didn’t even realize existed. The more emotional side of Wednesday, and a side of you that wasn’t afraid of your lightning hurting someone.

~X~

For whatever reason you chose to stay in the quad, saying something about giving Wednesday some space. Considering how emotional she got less than half an hour ago she was more than willing to accept that. When she came into her room, she realized exactly why you gave her space.

Wednesday stopped when she saw Enid there, unpacking and it somehow made a heavy weight she was feeling since Enid left disappear. She could admit that she preferred to stick to certain habits, and you and Enid living with her became a part of her daily routine, so to have Enid back, from the looks of it, made her feel like things were going back to how they should be.

“Hey,” Enid greeted her.

“You’re back,” Wednesday wasn’t sure what else to say.

“I’m gone for a few days, the place gets trashed, and Thing almost dies. Someone’s gotta look out for you two and Y/N can’t do it alone,” Enid stopped unpacking and walked around her bed to get closer to Wednesday.

Like getting emotional with you wasn’t already enough. Wednesday could feel emotions clawing their way out of her body against her will, so she changed the subject. “What happened to rooming with Yoko?”

“Yoko’s great. I just decided I needed a few more boundaries,” Enid was already pulling the tape out.

Wednesday looked away. “Skip the tape.”

“Don’t tell me Wednesday Addams is mellowing out,” Enid dared to tease her.

“Never. More like evolving,” she retorted right away, once again meeting Enid’s eyes.

“Well, one inch of duct tape at a time,” the pastel werewolf smiled, not as brightly, but just as genuinely as Wednesday was used to seeing.

“Why the sudden change of heart?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“Because we work. We shouldn’t, but we do. It’s like some sort of weird friendship anomaly. Everything you said about me is true, but I don’t apologize for it, not anymore. It’s just who I am,” Enid told her, confident and relaxed.

“Thing said he missed you,” it was true, it was also the way to express a part of what she felt without saying it entirely.

“I missed him too,” Enid replied and Wednesday could feel the unspoken words.

“I,” she paused, cursing herself for how soft she had gotten since coming here, how soft Enid and especially you made her. “missed you too.”

Enid remained too stunned to respond and Wednesday took that opportunity to step away from the conversation.

~X~

The plan was set in motion. Enid, who came back and had a much-needed conversation with Wednesday, that you chose to give them privacy for, would make sure to cover your and Wednesday’s absence from your room. Bianca would use her siren song on Tyler, Xavier would offer his shed as the place to bring Tyler to, and Ajax, Yoko, Divina and Kent would be the back-up.

Of course, if anything went horribly wrong you’d be the first line of defense and the one who’d fight the Hyde, even if Wednesday wasn’t too thrilled about that part of the plan.

You watched as Bianca put Tyler to sleep. This was the extent of her siren song. It wouldn’t be helpful for the interrogation; she couldn’t make someone tell the truth. That was the issue with her ability, she could make someone believe something, but in doing so she influenced them. Meaning that she’d influence Tyler into believing he was the Hyde instead of pulling the truth out of him. You stood at the back of Xavier’s shed, behind Tyler, and far enough that he couldn’t realize you were there. If he thought he could fight his way out of this he was sorely mistaken.

Yet, as Bianca woke him up, he immediately put on an act, pretending he was confused and afraid as Wednesday tased him.

The yells of disapproval from everyone else annoyed you. Tyler killed people, he did it in a brutal, painful way, he felt them die. Getting tased was the good outcome for him. But one by one, the Nightshades left Xavier’s shed, with Bianca trying to get Wednesday to go to Weems.

“Wait, wait please! Don’t leave me here with her, I’m begging you!” Tyler cried and whined, knowing that Wednesday wouldn’t stop. But, Bianca left, just like everyone else, leaving only you, Wednesday and tied up Tyler in the shed.

“Wednesday, please! I’m not the monster! And even if I was you’re alone now!” he tried, he bargained, he wasn’t aware of the full circumstances he was in.

“Not quite. Trust me, I’m more than enough to handle you,” you spoke and he froze as he realized you were there as well. “You didn’t think I’d leave her here alone with you, did you Galpin?” you came up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, zapping him lightly, not any harder than Wednesday’s taser, but he definitely felt it. “Talk,” you demanded.

“I have nothing to say! I’m innocent!” he cried out.

“We know you’re not,” Wednesday stood next to you. “What is Laurel Gates using you for?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you had to give it to him, he was good at hiding who he really was. You were almost tempted to believe him.

“Tyler, the body parts in the basement of the Gates mansion, what are they for?” she wasn’t giving up.

“Wednesday, please,” but he just kept begging, like a broken record.

“Who is Laurel Gates, Galpin? Come on now, either transform or talk, but don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” your eyes turned red and you released a strong burst of lightning around you, though you wouldn’t hit him with it unless he fought back he didn’t know that.

But he just kept whining, crying and begging for mercy and it wasn’t his crying that got you to pull Wednesday back. It was much simpler than that. “He’s not going to talk,” and you could see it in Wednesday’s eyes that she figured it out as well.

Not that it mattered, even considering the fact that Tyler was no longer tased or tortured in any other way, the police, let by Tyler’s father, came in and prevented any chance of Tyler talking.

You were ready to be taken away, but the police ignored you, courtesy of Weems trading in the information of Tyler’s abduction and location for your freedom. You glared at the woman as the police took Wednesday away. She wanted to avoid you attacking someone at the station, she could see the way you felt about Wednesday, and she wasn’t risking those feelings causing you to shift.

~X~

Wednesday was seething. Tyler was getting away with it and now he was gloating. Telling her about his victims, how their fear was delicious. And then, as if to make sure she completely understood the situation she was in, he leaned toward her, pulling her closer by the collar of her jacket.

“You have no idea what’s coming. And your raiju? That beast that you like? I’ll make sure to bring you her head,” he promised to hurt you, he promised to kill you and bring remains to Wednesday and the rage within her reached a boiling point as she seethed while staring at his retreating back. It was as if he really was innocent, that’s how he was behaving and Wednesday pushed the doors open and briskly walked outside. She needed to get away from him, otherwise she’d make her situation even worse than it already was.

When she stepped outside the police station she saw you sitting on the stairs, clearly you zapped from Nevermore to the station and Wednesday couldn’t help but feel her heart hammering nails against her chest.

You heard her coming out and got up right away. You looked concerned, worried about Wednesday and she just took a deep breath. Her time at Nevermore was more than likely over.

~X~

“Expelled?! You expelled her?!” you yelled, lightning bursting all around you and damaging Weems’ table where you were gripping it.

“Calm down Y/N. That’s the quid pro quo for sheriff Galpin not pressing kidnapping charges,” she explained, only fueling your rage even further.

“So, expel me too! I was just as involved!” why was Wednesday expelled why you got to stay?

Weems stood up, anger radiating from her in a way you never saw up until that point. And it was somehow fitting for her.

“You know as well as I do that I can’t expel you. Setting a raiju free would only tarnish Nevermore’s reputation,” she said it in a tone so low you nearly stopped glaring at her. Weems was imposing, but she was never intimidating like right now.

You didn’t back away though. “We’ll see how long you can stick to that,” you promised and blasted the doors open with your lightning.

~X~

Weems wasn’t the only one you were going to confront, but before you could deal with Tyler the only remaining way you could think off, Bianca and her Nightshades came up to you.

“I’m sorry we got Wednesday expelled, it wasn’t our intention,” you would let it go, you wouldn’t react to her words. “We just couldn’t let you torture him,” you couldn’t walk away from that. You turned around and walked up to Bianca.

“Bullshit! He murdered people!” you exclaimed, your anger making your eyes turn red and subsequently making Bianca and others step back.

“You and Wednesday tortured him!” Bianca snapped back, always the boldest of them all.

“And any one of us would have gone through much worse if we were the monster,” you reminded her that was how it worked, how it was for the outcasts.

“Y/N,” Wednesday calling your name calmed you down and your eyes went back to normal, her voice, her arrival put a stop to the argument you had with the Nightshades.

You turned around and saw her coming down the stairs. She really was leaving. “Wednesday,” you clenched your fist, feeling powerless to do anything about this.

“This isn’t over, I need you to stay alive, don’t pick unnecessary fights,” she stopped right in front of you, almost as if she was going to take hold of your hand, but changed her mind at the last moment.

You nodded. “I got this, and I’ll stay in touch with you, I promise,” you told her, which prompted her to slip a piece of paper into your hand.

“My address, if you send letters, or if you want to visit,” she said and you nodded once again, grasping her hand before she could pull it away.

“Be careful, especially until you get out of this town,” you rubbed circles into the back of her hand, much like you did the night Thing was stabbed.

Wednesday nodded, only pulling away from you when Bianca chose to speak up, to apologize for getting her expelled.

~X~

It’s only been hours since Wednesday left and you still weren’t willing to fully accept it.

It was the irony at its best. Because here you were, doing the exact thing Wednesday did when you left the room. You were laying on her bed, just staring at the ceiling. You should have been expelled as well, you should have went with her, you shouldn’t have just accepted her leaving. Now you were stuck in the remnants of her presence. Her scent, her half of the window and her part of the room, void of any color. If you concentrated enough you could almost hear her cello, you could hear Thing’s insistent tapping.

You could feel him jumping on your shoulder and pulling your collar.

Wait? What?

You sat up so abruptly Thing nearly tumbled off the bed. “Thing? What happened?” him being here wasn’t a good sign, no matter how nice it was to see him.

He began frantically signing and you tried to understand him, but you couldn’t follow.

“Wed-Wednesday is- Wednesday is what?!” you were getting frustrated, and so was Thing, as he began signing even faster, fumbling over words and making it impossible for you to figure it out. “Slow down! It’s terrible when you stutter!”

He gave up on signing and jumped down, running to your table. You followed him as he grabbed a pen and tried to write, but he didn’t have a piece of paper. Frustrated, he began tapping the morse code with the pen.

“Wednesday is in danger!” your eyes widened when you finally understood what he was saying. “Tyler and Thornhill took her! To Crackstone’s crypt!” you grabbed your phone as Thing slumped down onto the table, relieved that you got the message. You immediately called Enid, not caring one bit that she was with Ajax.

“Damn it, Enid, pick up!” but she wasn’t picking up as you took the knives you would hopefully stab deep into Tyler and Thornhill, Laurel, whatever her name was. You quickly called Ajax instead and nearly began yelling when he picked up. “Put Enid on the phone, now,” you demanded.

“She’s talking to Eugene,” he tried to tell you.

“Now Ajax!” you didn’t have time for this.

“Okay, okay, you’re on speaker!” you heard him telling Enid it was you.

“Y/N? Eugene told me Thornhill is Laurel!” Enid exclaimed.

“I know, she took Wednesday! I’ll take Thing to Poe’s statue, he’ll explain about Nightshades, take Ajax with you, bye!” you hung up before Enid could say anything and grabbed Thin as you ran and, much like a few nights ago, jumped off the balcony. Only this time you didn’t need to catch anyone, you just held Thing close to you and slowed down your fall enough to land without any injuries.

“I’ll go and get her, I promise,” you assured him as you ran toward the statue.

Thing just tapped that he knew against your palm.

You left him at the statue and threw your knife, zapping toward the crypt. The lake? It didn’t matter. You threw your knife right across it, zapping and catching it and throwing it again, not once looking at the water beneath you. It didn’t matter, the danger, the fear of water, all you knew was that Wednesday was stuck with a revenge driven lunatic and her pet monster that enjoyed slaughtering people.

~X~

The one person that ever made Wednesday feel fear stood in front of her, revived because of her blood and Laurel’s ritual. And he even thought she was Goody. Not that it mattered, he had used his telekinesis to keep her from moving.

Hypocrite, using outcast abilities while trying to wipe them out.

“Goody Addams, you will suffer the same fate you bequeathed me!” he promised as he approached her.

Wednesday glared at him as she tried to break free, but it was even stronger than Rowan’s telekinesis. She couldn’t do anything. She was powerless as he pulled out a knife. The flames flickered, and the glint of the blade made her more than aware of how this would end. She was alone, and she had no way to defend herself.

Doors burst open behind her and the moment of surprise cost Crackstone his chance to stab Wednesday, a knife passed right by Wednesday and she felt arms wrapping around her waist as she was pulled to the side and away from the resurrected man.

“Raiju, I see you found a new one, Goody Addams,” Crackstone growled as he recognized the ability you had.

“Hands off my Addams,” you… just had to… Didn’t you? Even if the threatening tone of your voice made Wednesday a bit more forgiving of what you said.

A/N: Raiju to the rescue! No mortal wounds for Wednesday, yet. Honestly, I feel like the middle of the chapter is a bit bare, so I might go back and add some more scenes, but as it is, I’m okay with this. Do tell me what you think about the chapter. Is the middle bare, or is it enough given the fact that I’m writing slightly altered canon and you could just go and watch the show instead of reading about it.

#wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #jenna ortega x reader

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