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Wenclair Week - Day 7: Christmas

Yoko: ENID! SHE’S DOING IT AGAIN!

Enid: What’s she— WEDNESDAY, NO!

Wednesday looks up sharply from where she crouches with a lit lighter, mere moments from setting Ophelia Hall’s Christmas tree ablaze.

Enid: *spritzes Wednesday with a spray bottle* BAD GIRLFRIEND! BAD!

Wednesday: *hisses and retreats into the shadows*

Yoko: Whoa. Girl, what the F is in that bottle? Holy water?

Enid: Nah, just some essence of pine, peppermint, orange, clover—

Yoko: Christmas? You sprayed her with Christmas?

Enid: Yup! It’s super effective.

The shadows: HsssSSSsssss. Christmasssss…

Yoko: *warily eyes the shadows* Uh… huh.

Enid: *fiddles on her phone* Here, imma link you a special anti-Wednesday playlist. Just put it on if she keeps messing with the tree.

Yoko: *checks her phone*

Yoko:

Yoko: *incredulous* Christmas carols? You have got to be shitting me right now!

Enid: Nope! She says they’re tantamount to cruel and unusual psychological torture in direct violation of the Geneva Conventions.

The shadows: And not the fun kind. Hssssss.

Yoko: You’re seriously telling me that I could’ve been using freaking Christmas carols on Broodolf the Dread Woes Paindeer this entire time?

Enid: What? Goddess, no! They’re only effective at like—this time of year, when the collective belief is strongest.

Yoko: For reals?

Enid: Totes. You should’ve seen Xavier’s cousin this summer.

Yoko:

Yoko: But Xavier doesn’t have a cousin.

Enid: Not anymore.

Yoko: 😬

The shadows: *amusedly* Christmassss in July? That fool. Hsssssss…

[siethnya]

Wenclair Week 2024

Day 4: Criminal/Police

I couldn’t leave it halfway done, let's continue

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Day 1: Proposal

#wenclairweek2024 #wenclair #wenclairfanart

A thread of the whole week.

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Omg i cant

Merry christmas

[siethnya]

Wenclair Week 2024

Day 7: Holidays

Happy New Year to everyone!🎉

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Wenclair Week 2024

Day 5: Childhood

[siethnya]

Day1:Proposal

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Wenclair Week - Day 4: Twilight

Wednesday: This is the skin of a killer, mia bella.

Enid: Okay, first of all, gross!

Enid: Second, I’m low-key impressed you got it all off in one piece. This is like—perfectly processed.

Enid: Third, you somehow kept it hidden from me and my wolf nose. Where was it?

Wednesday: Bound with rope up in the rafters our room.

Enid: Huh. So when you said that funny smell was just bats?

Wednesday: I lied.

Enid: *hums thoughtfully*

Wednesday: Then you approve of my gift?

Enid: Yeah, but only because the tongue twister is freaking lit.

Wednesday: Tongue twister?

Enid: Babe, you lied to hide inside up high the dried and tied hide of the hyde that died.

Wednesday:

Enid: 😘

Wednesday:

Wednesday: I hate you for making me love you so much.

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Wenclair Week - Day 5: Fake Dating

During lunch in the Quad, an accusation is made.

Enid: How did— I mean say whaaaaaat? *nervous giggle* Don’t be silly! Willa and I are totes dating!

Wednesday: Truly. Disbelieve at your own peril.

Bianca: Oh come off it. We know. We all know.

Wednesday: *eyes narrow* Who constitutes all?

Bianca: Show of hands—who knew that these two dorks weren’t really dating?

Hands are raised one by one, until every student and faculty member in the Quad, except for Enid and Wednesday, has a hand up.

Enid: *pales* But how? We were so like—careful!

Bianca: The signs were obvious.

Yoko: Yeah, like whenever you two would kiss. Girlfriends do not kiss like that.

Divina: And your— *air quotes* —promise rings. Like for reals! Those are not promise rings.

Bianca: Not to mention the thing with your names.

Wednesday: What thing with our—

Intercom: Mrs. Addams, please come to the headmistress’s office. She would like a word.

Wednesday/Enid: *stand simultaneously*

Bianca: 🤨

Wednesday/Enid: 😒 🫢

Enid: Oops. Um. Surprise! We kinda sorta got hitched…

Wednesday/Enid: 🤦‍♀️ 😅

Eugene: *whispers to Yoko* It was an awesome ceremony.

Yoko: *outraged* BEE BOY GOT TO GO?!?

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Wenclair Week - Day 3: Cursed Lover

In the Addams family armory, a confession is made as two girls gear up.

Enid: *lacing boots* Babe, I already know all about it. One love, all-encompassing, madness or death if not returned—it’s totes fine!

Wednesday: *checking knives* This unfortunately does not concern my family curse.

Enid: *looks up sharply* You have a different curse?

Wednesday: *adjusts bandolier* Quite so. There was an incident with a fairy godmother of the morally corrupt variety. I required her hair.

Enid: *gasps* You did not!

Wednesday: I certainly did. Needless to say, she was less than pleased. Gloves?

Enid: *passes a pair of gloves* So what does this curse even do?

Wednesday: To be concise, it breeds suffering and misfortune whenever I experience a state of venereal rapture.

Enid: *scrunches nose* Venereal? Uh—ew! Next time, please just say orga— Ohmygosh.

Enid: *stifles sudden giggle*

Wednesday: *peers at Enid while adjusting gloves* What is it?

Enid: *blurts out* Wednesday Friday Addams, are you telling me you have WOEGASMS?!

Wednesday: *goes deathly still*

Enid: *triumphant wiggle*

Wednesday:

Wednesday:

Wednesday: *through gritted teeth* Yes, I suppose I am.

Enid: That is SO you, babe! *giggles delightedly*

Wednesday: *sighs*

Enid: *grabs a spear* Okay! I am totes ready to take on today’s horde of giant toad demons.

Wednesday: *flourishes dual machetes* As am I. Let’s go.

The two head for the mansion exit, bristling with weapons and sheathed in protective gear. When they reach the doors, Enid shoots her fiancé a curious look.

Enid: Hey babe, I was wondering. Why did you bring up the curse?

Wednesday: Ah. Well, do you happen to recall when our toad problem first arose?

Enid: Wasn’t it the day after the Wicked-themed Rave’N, senior year?

Wednesday: *subtle smile* Correct. You made for a most ravishing Glinda.

Enid: Thanks to that amazing wig you got me. And your Elphaba? Sexy AF! That dress of yours was absolute fire.

Wednesday: And yet you preferred that dress on our floor, along with yours, my hat, our undergarments…

Enid: *smirks* Yeah, we spent the rest of the night defying gravity, didn’t we?

Wednesday: *fondly* Our very first time. One of my most treasured memories.

Enid: *warm smile* Same.

The tender moment lingers as the two stare lovingly into each other’s eyes, until it is interrupted by a distant croaking noise.

Enid: *blinks*

Enid: But what does that have to do with the toads?

In answer, Wednesday throws open the front doors to reveal the encroaching knot of cow-sized demonic toads and their peculiar cries of—

Tormentoads: Woebbit! Woebbit woebbit! Woebbit Woebbit! Woeb—

Enid: 😧

Enid: *aghast* You’re not seriously telling me…

Wednesday: *steps outside* Indeed. One summoned for every single woegasm you disgorge from my wretched depths.

Enid: 😧

Wednesday: Fret not, mi lobita insaciable. Be proud as you gaze upon the undeniable proof of your carnal talents—

Wednesday: *lips curl in a mad smile*

Wednesday: —and know, with the same immutable certainty of death and taxes, that last night… *glances back at her mate*

Enid: 🫢

Wednesday: Last night you, as you are oft to say, rocked my fucking world.

Still smiling, the twice-cursed seer turns and charges into battle with the reckless abandon and boundless enthusiasm of someone who has recently had their back properly blown out.

Enid: 🤭

🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸 🗡️ 😈 🔪💨

[siethnya]

Wenclair Week 2024

Day 6 Sci-Fi: "Your name"

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Wenclair Week - Day 2: Pirates

Wednesday: Enid, why exactly are you garbed as a pirate?

Pirate Enid: Arrr! That’s Dread Pirate Sinclaw to ye, me grim beauty!

Wednesday: Dread Pirate… Sinclaw.

Pirate Enid: Aye! And do ye know why they be callin’ me Sinclaw?

Wednesday: Because—

Pirate Enid: BECAUSE OF THESE!

Pirate Enid: 👉🤚

Wednesday: *restrains eye twitch*

Wednesday: Yes, as I was about to say, your cla—

Pirate Enid: NAY, ME CREW!

Wednesday eyes those long, slender fingers, with their colorful and noticeably blunted nails.

Wednesday: Your… crew.

Pirate Enid: Aye, me infamous crew! Sharp and deadly, the lot of ’em. Sharp, deadly, and sinful.

Wednesday: *stares*

Pirate Enid: *motions for Wednesday to ask*

Wednesday: *resigned sigh*

Wednesday: Why, pray tell, is your crew sinful?

Pirate Enid: Because they be traitorous dogs! And ye know what we do with traitorous dogs?

Wednesday: Keelhaul them?

Pirate Enid: Nay! We BURY ’em with our legendary super secret booty!

Wednesday: *squints* How can it be both legendary and a secret at—

Pirate Enid: ARRR!

Wednesday: That doesn’t—

Pirate Enid: ARRRRRR!!

Wednesday: *eye twitches*

Pirate Enid: 😀

Wednesday: Fine. And just where is this reputedly clandestine and legendary treasure located?

Pirate Enid: 🙅

The seer takes a moment to carefully study her girlfriend-turned-pirate. Then, after exercising her finely honed detective skills, she says—

Wednesday: What does that mean?

Pirate Enid: ❗️🙅❗️

Wednesday: *glares*

Pirate Enid: OMG! ‘X’, babe! ‘X’ marks the spot!

Wednesday: 😐

Pirate Enid: 😇

Wednesday: 🤨

Wednesday: This is why I awoke to discover all of my underwear vandalized with X’s, isn’t it?

Pirate Enid: 👉😈🤚

Pirate Enid: 🫵😈🤚

Wednesday: *sighs and grudgingly presents her ‘booty’*

[siethnya]

Wenclair Week 2024

Day 3: Cursed Lover

"You become so obsessed with your love for that person that your body begins to be possessed by madness, acquiring marks with the characteristic color of the person you love"

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Wenclair Week - Day 1: Proposal

Wednesday: Tanaka, explain to me why Kent must masquerade as my— *grits teeth* —husband?

Yoko: *glances at Kent, who looks about the casino in wonder*

Yoko: He’s the closest dude in our group to Woody Harrelson.

Wednesday: *glares expectantly*

Yoko: Right, negative pop culture knowledge. Look, so there’s this old flick from 1993, Indecent Proposal. Stirred up controversy back in the day, had people all riled up about—

Wednesday: *waits for something relevant*

Yoko: *eye roll* Fine. So like—Enid and I watched it back in high school and even though she wouldn’t admit it for years, she thought the premise was hot as fuck.

Wednesday: Get to the point about THIS— *holds up her ringed hand* —particular absurdity.

Yoko: Bitch, I was just getting to that! The premise is that some hot strange offers this troubled married couple an indecent proposal.

Wednesday: And did this proposal deserve to be eponymous?

Yoko: Well, back in the day it was like—absolute filth. Nowadays? More fifty shades of meh.

Wednesday: My interest wanes.

Yoko: Damnit Addams, just—shit!

Yoko: *turns* KENT! Get away from those slots! Divina said I’m allowed to beat the scales off you if you touch even one machine!

Kent: *sheepishly backs away* Sorry, dude!

Yoko: *mutters* I knew we should’ve gone with Ajax.

Wednesday: He wouldn’t have survived the ride here.

Yoko: Uh huh. Anyhow, that proposal. Long story short, rich hot dude propositions the wife to do the deed. Reluctance, temptation, blah blah adultery blah—and they bang.

Wednesday: *flat sarcasm* How Shakespearean.

Yoko: Har har. Look, this bit of sexy role-play is for Enid, and I know for a fact that you’ll do anything for her, so you can cut the complaints.

Wednesday: *grunts*

Yoko: Okay, so we’re almost to her table. Do you remember your character?

Wednesday: *sighs* Diana Murphy, real estate agent and disillusioned wife, portrayed by Dewmi More.

Yoko: *pinches bridge of nose* For Vlad’s sake—It’s Demi Moore!

Wednesday: Whatever. *snatches Kent’s hand and drags him to the table* Come along, David. Let’s get this over wi—

The seer nearly stumbles upon spotting Enid at the blackjack table. The werewolf rises to greet Wednesday, cutting a sharp and masculine figure in her tightly-fitted suit and tousled hair.

Enid: *introduces herself with a subtle growl* John Gage.

Kent: David Murphy. And uh—this is my wife—

Wednesday: Do me more. *blinks* Ah… my name is—it’s do me—I mean pleased to do me—more?

Wednesday: *proceeds to girl fail spectacularly*

Yoko: 😎

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Wenclair Week - Day 6: Dystopic

A recently awoken Enid stumbles across haggard friends in a world dramatically changed.

Enid: What’s going on? What happened? Why is everything like this?!

Bianca: Enid, it’s been years. You’ve been missing for YEARS! What happened to you?

Enid: Years? But I just— Willa and I had a fight, so I went to go nap it off in the forest, and then—

Enid: *frantic* Where’s Willa?!

Divina: Enid— Wednesday, she— *deep breath*

Divina: After you went missing, we all spent months trying to find you, and Wednesday, she… she never gave up. At least, not until…

Enid: Until? Until what? What happened?!

Yoko: Bitch went crazy! From Stabbah Hauntana to Chiquita Bananas, full stop!

Enid: Ohmygod. *pales* Did she— Wednesday did this?

The girls pause to gaze at their surroundings, a dystopian landscape that is lazily horrifically indescribable.

Bianca: *grim* She did. Some kind of ancient black magic. A ritual that altered a fundamental piece of reality, tied somehow to the last thing she said to us before she totally lost it.

Enid: What— *gulps* What did she say?

Bianca: *quotes* If we can’t have a resolution, then no one shall.

Enid: 🫢

Enid: 😐

Enid: 🤔

Enid: Um. So like—What did the ritual do?

Bianca: No more endings.

Enid:

Enid: Huh?

Divina: Not a single show has ended since then!

Bianca: They all just taper off into limbo. Stranger Things, Yellow Jackets, Delicious in Dungeon— ALL of them.

Yoko: Not just shows! Movies, comics, podcasts, books— It’s like George R.R. Martin took them ALL over.

Enid: *gasps* No! What about Wicked: For Good?!

Divina: *shakes head* Screen goes black like fifteen minutes in.

Enid: ACOTAR?!

Bianca: Blank pages after a couple of chapters. Every single printing. Sarah J. Maas can’t even remember how her last book ended

Enid: 😨

Enid: And… and that caused everything to become like this?

Bianca: Oh fuck no, not that part. It gets much worse.

Enid: Then what—

Yoko: *blurts out* ORGASMS!

Enid: Wh—

Yoko: *frantic* They’re fucking GONE, Enid! All of them! No one has them anymore! Do you understand?!

Divina: *begins crying* Years, Enid. YEARS! The whole fucking world.

Enid: 😱

Bianca: *desperately* But maybe we can fix that now! With you back, maybe we can finally get through to Addams and—

The sky suddenly darkens as a sinister presence peels the light from the land, strip by trembling strip. It races toward the girls like some ill tide, eating the distance between them with a savage gluttony.

Bianca: Enid! It’s her! This is our chance!

Divina: We’ve got your back! You can do this!

Yoko: For the fucking orgasms!!

Something rises from the core of that rapidly encroaching black, a figure with an achingly familiar, if distorted, voice.

Once-Wednesday: NO MORE RESOLUTIONS.

With the weight of the world upon her shoulders, Enid straightens and faces her twisted beloved. She takes a deep breath, steels her resolve, and shouts with all her heart.

Enid: WEDNESDAY! IT’S M—

[siethnya]

Day 2 Medieval

Day1:Proposal