#wednesday is a black cat

[soft-but-tough-cookie]

Enid: *walking around her dorm* pspsps pspsps

Enid: Come on out Willa

Yoko: *Walks in* When did you get a cat?

Enid: Oh, hi Yoko! Uhm… not to long ago. She’s really shy so it might be best if you leave.

Yoko: I mean I can help you look. I am a cat person after all.

Enid: Unfortunately this cat isn’t a people person, please leave.

Yoko: Come Enid it can’t be that bad.

*both turn their heads as sounds come from under Wednesday’s bed*

*Yoko walks over the check under the bed*

Enid: Yoko don’t!

Wednesday: HISSSS

Yoko: AHHH! What the fuck?! Is that Wednesday!?

Enid: I told you not to do that.

Wednesday: Leave my place of solitude at once.

Yoko: God damn, fine *dodges kinfe* IM LEAVING!

*Later*

Yoko: What the fuck was that?!

Enid: I tried to force a pink sweater on her and she went full cat on me.

Yoko: Why didn’t you just tell me that to begin with?

Enid: I didn’t want to embarrass her.

[boojangs]

Enid: Wednesday, go apologize to Thing or I won't help you.

Wednesday:

Enid:

Wednesday: Yes, querida.

Enid: Wednesday, I made a black cat costume for you.

Wednesday:

Enid:

Wednesday: Yes, querida.

Enid: Wednesday, I made us matching snoods!

Wednesday:

Enid:

Wednesday: Yes, querida.

Enid: Wednesday, please get rid of your creepy crime board.

Wednesday:

Enid:

Wednesday: Yes, querida.

Enid: Wednesday, please hold me in your-

Wednesday: Yes, querida.

[dylan-hart]

wednesday is so fucking whipped for enid it’s hilarious. it’s a known fact that wednesday doesn’t listen to anybody. BUT the MOMENT enid tells her to do something, she goes and does it.

enid tells wednesday to go apologize to thing? wednesday instantly walks off and does exactly that.

enid doesn’t like wednesday’s crime board? fine, she’ll move it to eugene’s bee shed.

enid wants wednesday to wear the snood? alright, she’ll wear it to a murder investigation…or a funeral all because she doesn’t want to hurt her sunshine gf’s feelings.

wednesday addams is whipped and the possibility of her ever interacting with another character like she does enid is zero to none.

case closed.

[jen-iii]

They’re on a date

[sxphr]

Enid: You've been in a mood all day, what's wrong?

Wednesday, standing with her arms crossed, mumbling: Nothing.

Enid:

Enid: Oh! Is it because you want a hug?

Wednesday:

Enid, laughing: You could've just asked Wends.

Wednesday, blushing: Shut up.

[skywing-human]

she was sunshine, i was midnight rain

[why-i-love-comics]

Spider-Verse Unlimited: Infinity Comic #37 (2023)

written by David Pepose art by Nathan Stockman & Fer Sifuentes-Sujo

[caitlynscat]

How others see How Enid sees Wednesday Wednesday

[heckcareoxytwit]

How Spider-Man, Black Cat and those Spidey supervillains (Doctor Octopus, Mysterio and Sandman) deal with the adorable kitties.

Marvel Meow #1, 2024

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

when black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, may luck be yours on Halloween 🍁

– Unknown

[jennywebbyart]

I thought that this was funny.

Inspired by @HannaKtweet Bubbline fanart.

[reeacat]

They embody my fur kids' energy... 

[sybleavingsoon]

my wenclair phase is once more taking over my brain like how the addams curse envelopes the heart of any lucky enough to succumb to it

[makncheese12]

Small problem

Wednesday Addams X shifter!reader

Summary: A cat keeps returning to Wednesday at unexpected moments, but why?

Warnings: none I think?

A/N: Part 2

Stats: requested, will link after I finish part two because of how long it is

On a dim and eerie night, Wednesday was sitting on the balcony of her dorm room, Ophelia Hall, deep in thought while playing her cello. The dark and haunting melody she was playing could send shivers down the spine of even the bravest of souls. With the full moon shining brightly in the sky, she was trying to drown out the howling of the werewolves that roamed the school grounds on this full moon night.

As she continued to play, — eyes trained on the page in front of her — she noticed a shadow in the corner of her eye. At first, she thought it was just a trick of the light from one of Enid’s night lights inside the room.

Her eyes travel back onto the page as thing turned it but she once again saw something move in the corner of her eyes and when she turned to look, she saw it was the large black cat, sitting on the railing of her balcony, watching her with its bright green eyes, tail swishing this way and that as it waited.

It gave a soft meow as if trying to get her attention. Wednesday simply nodding its way before training her eyes back to the page and continued to play, feeling the cat's presence beside her, the fur on its back standing up in attention as she hit a particularly haunting note.

As Wednesday played, the cat felt the music wash over her like a wave. You closed your eyes and let yourself be transported to another world, where the notes seemed to sing to your soul. You opened your eyes and saw Wednesday's profile as the other girl continued to play, her back straight and her eyes closed. You were struck by how graceful and elegant Wednesday was when she played, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for her.

As the haunting melody faded into silence, Wednesday opened her eyes and let go of the cello, the silence hanging in the air like a weight. She sat still for a moment, lost in thought, as she stared out into the darkness. Her eyes focused on the dark sky above, the stars twinkling far away, as if they were trying to comfort her.

Wednesday realized that she had been so lost in the music that she hadn't noticed the presence of the black cat leave the balcony. She quickly got up and leaned over the railing, trying to catch a glimpse of the creature before it slipped away. As she did, a faint shadow caught her attention. She squinted her eyes, trying to make out the figure in the dim light. Suddenly, the shadow stopped and looked up at her and she saw those large green eyes meet her own.

For a moment, Wednesday felt as if time had stopped. Everything around her seemed to fade into the background, as if she was in a world of her own, with only the cat and her. The cat's piercing green eyes seemed to search her own, as if looking for something. Wednesday felt a strange connection to the creature, she couldn’t explain it.

After a moment had passed, the cat suddenly turned on its heels and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Wednesday standing on the balcony, feeling a sense of loss. She let out a sigh, lamenting the fact that they it had always ended like this.

————

A few days had passed since she last saw the cat, it was unexpected; she was lucky to see the cat once a month. Wednesday continued to write on her typewriter, her fingers tapping away as her eyes focused on the paper. She was in her element, absorbed in the world she had created. The sound of the typewriter keys clicking was the only noise in the room, apart from the occasional hum of Enid’s music from her head phones and the faint sound of birds chirping outside the open window.

Wednesday typed quickly, rarely ever having to remove any pages due to mistakes or bad ideas, she was so emerged in her writing she didn’t see the cat slip through the tight window.

Then, a soft purr began to echo through the room, a sound she could not ignore. Wednesday's head snapped up, her eyes narrowing in annoyance as she searched for the source of the sound. Her eyes land as she spotted the small, black cat perched on the windowsill, its green eyes locked onto her own.

This was definitely a surprise. Not only did the cat come back, it actually came somewhere she never expected. Inside her dorm.

The cat was truly unlike any she had ever seen. Its fur was a deep, jet black, and it had piercing green eyes that seemed to stare into her soul. It was small and slender, with a lithe, sleek body that moved gracefully. Its presence was almost hypnotic, as if it had the power to draw people in and keep them trapped.

Wednesday took another moment to observe the cat before she turned back to her typewriter and began getting lost in her writing again, her hands moving swiftly over the keys of the typewriter as she created a vivid scene on the page. The sound of the keys clicking was the only noise in the room.

Then, suddenly, a small black figure appeared on the table, landing right in front of Wednesday and next to her type writer with a graceful leap. Wednesday's fingers froze on the type writer as she stared down at the cat, its green eyes locked onto her own. The animal meowed once, its head tilts slightly to the side as it looked up at her.

Wednesday let out a sigh, not even bothering to hide her annoyance. "What do you want now?" she muttered, her voice dry and impatient.

The cat remained where it was, its eyes still locked onto Wednesday. It looked like it didn’t understand her words, but it did seem content to just sit there. Or maybe it just knew Wednesday thought it couldn’t understand her.

Wednesday sighed again, feeling as if her writing time had just been interrupted. She was about to shoo the cat away when it suddenly leapt up and landed in her lap.

Wednesday's eyes widened in surprise, and she shifted uncomfortably as the animal made itself comfortable. She had never had much use for animals, and the fact that one was sitting on her lap right now made her feel slightly annoyed and unsure of how to react.

However, she also couldn't deny that there was something special about this cat. It was a lot different than any other cat she had ever met; it seemed to possess a certain intelligence, or perhaps just a level of understanding that went beyond the usual animal.

Enid rolled onto her stomach looking surprised to see Wednesday with a cat on her lap as she pulled her head phones off of her ears. "Oh, I didn't know you had a cat," she said, looking toward at the animal who seemed to purr louder.

Wednesday rolled her eyes, not even bothering to hide her annoyance. "I don't," she said, her tone dry. She continued to type on her typewriter, her fingers moving quickly as she tried to salvage what was left of her writing hour.

Enid had never seen Wednesday with an animal before and wasn't sure what to make of it. "Didn't you say you hated cats?"

Wednesday scoffed, not taking her eyes off of her type writer as the cat looked up at her, eyes closed with what seemed like a smile on its face. "I never said I hated them, I just prefer to keep my distance."

The cat leaned into Wednesday's stomach, purring loudly as it rubbed against her sweater. Wednesday let out a loud huff as she continued to type.

Enid hesitated, not sure if she should say anything more. She knew that Wednesday was a complex character, with a vast array of emotions and most thoughts tucked away beneath the surface. She also knew that she was incredibly smart, and that she had a tendency to keep things to herself.

As she watched Wednesday pet with the cat, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity building inside her. What was it about the cat that had drawn Wednesday in? Was there something special about this animal, or was it simply a way for Wednesday to let down her guard and relax?

She snorted as she pulled her head phones back on. As if Wednesday would ever do that.

[chaoticnerdsstuff]

Guys😭😭

[sxphr]

Enid: I honestly think Wednesday believes she's a cat sometimes.

Bianca, amused: What does she do, meow?

Enid: No, she likes to get up in high places and jump off them without a care in the world.

Bianca, laughing:

Enid:

Bianca: Wait, really?