#wenclair

[sharklovingcriminals]

I don't think we talk enough about Wednesdays reaction to the snood because she gets a do-your-own taxidermy kit (something she will like) and immediately complains about it (I would've prefered live squirrels) but then when enid gives her a snood, she pretends to like it.

she has so far said nothing to cushion a blow or make someone feel good but she never criticises the snood or throws it away, just makes up lots of reasons to "accidentally" lose it shes so fucking soft for enid.

[mikko-m]

yes another 5am wenclair art by urs truly🫡🫡

[sxphr]

Weems, walking into her office: What-

Wednesday, walking in behind her: Well, this seems like a bit of a predicament.

Weems:

Wednesday, holding her hands up: It wasn't me.

Weems: Wednesday, my office is filled with stop signs.

Weems: I have so many questions.

[sapient-golem]

Must be a fur thing

[caitlynskitten]

When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

With your head in your hands, you’re nothing more than his wife.

And when you think about me all of those years ago

You’re standing face to face with “I told you so”

[ripplerain]

happy lesbian visibility week

[boojangs]

Tyler, flirting with Wednesday: Y'know, if this were a fairy tale, you'd be the princess.

Wednesday: 😒

Enid, ready to kill him: Well, that must make me the fairy godmother because you can bippity boppity back the fuck away from my girlfriend.

Wednesday: 😏

[streaminn]

Hermit AU Wenclair but wednesday POV !?? More likely than you think

also yes, that last pic of enid has no details of hermit enid rn because the last wednesday saw her was during the wedding day like a year back so as far as she knows, enid got her long hair still

however, since its been so long, she forgot enid's eyes

[onto-democrat-institution]

https://michelle-248.mjcyd.asia/bf/ZBEwvad

[gretchen-rng]

Silly wenclair/yokovina comic, happy lesbian week from a lesbian drawing lesbians. This was going to be a full drawing, but I don’t feel very well :C

[laylajeffany]

targeted ad ii - microfic

saw these on insta - ya'll might already know they exist sorry i'm old but they are for Wednesday and Enid for sure, so have a tiny scene of Enid convincing her moody lil gf to wear them

“You’ve already managed to convince me to join you in a cabin that doesn’t double as a hideout for family members running from federal agents. On the first full day of this trip, I’ve eaten your sugary version of breakfast, listened to your KPop morning stretch routine playlist, and now you expect me to wear matching clothes? I already wore a snood with you to hunt a monster.”

Enid wiggled her shoulders, holding a tie-dyed canvas tone in her hands with her bottom lip curled out. “Yeah, and you let it get all torn up! Come on, Wednesday – it’s practically a tradition!”

“This is our first time traveling together. The only tradition we’ll have is going to be you waking up breathing each day after the insufferable teenage whimsy you have me entertaining on this so-called vacation.”

“Okay, not so much a tradition, but it’s like, a thing that couples do together! At least all the ones on Instagram do it when they travel!”

Wednesday opened her own suitcase, a vintage piece assembled with fine leather. Whatever low-quality, polyester excuse for ‘fabric’ that Enid had likely ordered from a sweatshop was not going on her body.  “Good news, I’m not on Instagram; you don’t have to worry about meeting vapidly set expectations of social media on my behalf.”

“But I got them special for us, so that we could still be coordinating and you could keep your aesthetics up, even though there would be no one here to see it. And I promise, I won’t post it on my stories or anything, I’d just…maybe hope that you’ll let Thing take a Polaroid of us for our cute little collection of pics on the string lights...”

Once Enid was full-blown pouting, Wednesday gave her a glance after taking out her organic, linen, hand-dyed pants that were stitched by the family seamstress and sighed. “What garment-factory-fire-waiting-to-happen clothing have you obtained?”

Enid scoffed as she reached into her bag. “I’d think the idea of a factory fire would be exciting to you.”

“I support exploiting people for their stupidity, not their labor,” Wednesday muttered and crossed her arms as she watched Enid pull out sweatshirts. One as an offensive baby pink and the other was black.

Matching? Hardly.

“These are from a small business I saw on that social-media-app you hate so much -”

“Did you fall for targeted advertising again? Enid, we’ve discussed the need to more strictly adjust your privacy settings so that your personality can’t be packaged and sold to you-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, breach of data – Russian bots, we’ve been through this. Anyway, this is a cute, women-owned online shop, not from some planet-killing application. I thought that these were particularly appropriate for us, and actually match this exact moment we’re in, right now.”

She turned them around, and Wednesday almost let out a puff of air in amusement, though she managed to conceal it before it could escape.

On the black sweatshirt was a pink heart, with a little spiderweb motif around it and the phrase ‘might bite,’ while the pink one had the same style, but the script read instead, ‘might cry.’

“Fitting,” Wednesday finally decided.

“Let’s see if they fit us!” She cheered, pulling the bright colored pastel top over her head and giggling, approaching Wednesday bravely, tugging the neck hole over her braids.

“Enid, it has pink.”

“Like, three inches of it on top! We’re alone in the woods, no one can see you. And I’ve got Benadryl for bug bites, if you break out in hives from your ‘color allergy.’”

Wednesday let out a long sigh through her nose as Enid actually took her arms one at a time and weaseled them inside the sleeves of the crewneck. She stared straight ahead, unfortunately – the maneuver long had lost the effect of unnerving Enid.  

“Eek! You look so cute.” Enid tugged her over to the mirror on the back of the door of the log-built lake house they’d rented for spring break (a place for her to wolf out during that night’s full moon and for Wednesday to have plenty of target practice with a variety of weapons she’d packed). “I mean, intimidating – of course, not cute. Never cute.” She let out a series of bubbly laughs yet again, hooking an arm over Wednesday, who stared at their reflection.

It was a bit chilly that morning – but certainly not cold enough for the jacket she’d packed in case the weather was uncooperative…

“I will wear this for exactly the twenty minutes it will take us to walk to the lake.”

Enid squeaked and kissed her cheek, squeezing their matching sweatshirts together in a hug before pulling back and admiring their attire again, rubbing up and down Wednesday’s back mindlessly as she stared in the mirror. “We look adorable. I mean, deadly. We look very deadly in these.”

“You’re going to be dead if you don’t take your hands off my black and pink sweatshirt,” Wednesday clarified.

“Oh, please. You love it when I touch you,” Enid teased and Wednesday nearly wrinkled her nose at how much that was true. “What, are you going to prove that true and bite me if I don’t stop?”

“You wish,” Wednesday retorted, working very hard on keeping her eyes from rolling all the way back when Thing managed to capture the moment with Enid’s instant camera as she’d hoped. Enid let go and brought her arms up in a victory pose before milling around and gathering entirely too many unnecessary supplies for their morning hike while Wednesday watched her intensely in the mirror. She would admit – she liked the oversized top, and how it fell over her hands and went mid-length down her thighs. Adding her more usual pair of pants to go with it, she laced up her boots and waited as Enid debated between tinted lip balm. “The mosquitoes are going to find you delicious no matter what color your lips are.”

“It has SPF in it! Very necessary,” She said, putting some on herself when she finally picked one, then approached Wednesday, taking her by the back of her head and putting it on her as well. The fountain of positive thinking and insane levels of bravery that was her girlfriend shocked her into allowing it. Even more boldly, she followed it up with a kiss to those tinted lips that Wednesday almost returned. “Now you can leave a cute little lip imprint when you bite me,” She winked.

Tugging her close, Wednesday wrapped her black-clad sleeves around her pink middle, tucking her cheek against the plush fabric. In a move indicating surrender, she muttered, “This sweatshirt is adequately warm.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Enid kissed the top of her head, giving her a long embrace in return.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t have to. And even if you’re just entertaining me,” She pulled back to look her in the eye. “Thank you. Now come on, you getting all affectionate on me might make me cry happy tears if we don’t get moving!”

Black Menagerie update is late because real life is sometimes better than fanfiction | purchase a sweatshirt for you and your moody gf here

[sharklovingcriminals]

some small things about the mansion scene in wednesday that are very important to me

1: enid says "this is how the best friend in every horror film dies" which implies enid knows (or thinks) that wednesday is the main character

2: wednesday puts her arm in front of enid protectively to put herself in-between enid and the monster

3: the snood kinda saves Wednesdays life which is very touching

4: enid cares more about the matching snoods (symbol of affection) than her own life

5: wednesday asks if enid is okay which is like not a lot for most people but for wednesday she might as well have kissed her on the lips and proposed right there

[mikko-m]

crdts to @loltadynaty on tt :333

[maoyuyy]

kiss?

[sapient-golem]

Complimenting her so she gets out of trouble, it worked

[mx-loar-tev]

Just watched the first three episodes of Wednesday on Netflix.

I know three things:

1. Wednesday is my dear murderous child and Jenna Ortega is amazing

2. I'm watching for the aesthetics, not the plot

3. I'm shipping Wenclair already and can't seems to remember the bland white guys names or faces.