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Enid, during botany class: Miss Thornhill, I accidentally dropped my seed into my mouth and then I accidentally ate it. Am I going to have a carnivorous plant grow inside my belly?

Miss Thornhill: Well—

Wednesday: Yes.

Miss Thornhill: Wednesday that’s enough. Be more careful with your materials next time and you’ll be fine Enid.

Enid: Oh thank god!

Wednesday, whispering into Enid’s ear: For a while at least. But once the plant is fully matured it will cease hiding and turn on you. It’s roots burrowing into your organs making it impossible to remove without killing you. And once it knows it has you trapped it will start eating you from the inside out until you die choking up thorns and your own partially digested flesh.

Enid: *faints*

Yoko: You know if you keep scaring her like that she’s going to break up with you.

Wednesday, confused: What do you mean scaring her? I was flirting.

Wednesday and enid laying in bed facing each other.

Enid: say it again

Wednesday: I already said it alot to day.

Enid : i know but i like hearing it.

Wednesday: fine but the we go to sleep, got it.

Enid(nods)

Wednesday: sleep well. Wife

enid(squeals)

Instinctive reaction

＊inspired by one of scenes from a fanfic: Founder's Day by WishaDream - Wednesday (TV 2022) https://archiveofourown.org/works/43801650

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-AO3 is offline-

Me: (Finally remember how many doodles I hadn't finished yet)

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YOU!

If they had met younger it be so cute and dangerous

Spider!Enid

“Wash”

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“Lean your head back baby girl. Good girl. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you,”.

Tara whimpered, holding her abdomen. It was the first time she was getting her hair washed since she left the hospital. She was tempted to shave her head, but Sam refused to let her do that. Instead, her sister set up a spot at the kitchen sink to wash Tara’s hair.

She wasn’t ready to look in the mirror. Tara was afraid that she would see the scarred monster that she saw on the inside, reflecting on the outside. She hadn’t taken a look at herself since she got home. She refused to acknowledge that she was still alive.

Surprisingly, her big sister was okay with that. Sam had even gone so far as to tape bed sheets over the mirrors and disable the camera on Tara’s phone. It was strange having someone so willing to take care of her, faults and all.

Sam undid the braids that kept Tara’s greasy hair together, kissing her forehead each time she undid a braid. Tears slid down Tara’s face unwillingly, and Sam just kissed them away as well.

For someone who had brutally assaulted a man, her sister was so gentle and sweet with Tara. She had cushioned a chair for Tara and draped the softest towels she could find across her sister’s chest. Sam even used the same lavender shampoo that she used on her hair for Tara.

Tara leaned her head against the sink, trying to control her breathing. She hadn’t felt this vulnerable since Sam had rescued her in the hospital. It wasn’t in Tara’s nature to let her walls down and ask for help like this. But she needed Sam. She craved Sam. She prayed that Sam wouldn’t leave again after the Woodsboro bloodbath. It would be in her sister’s nature to leave, and Tara couldn’t blame her. Tara was a liability.

But after the hospital visits and police reports- Sam stayed. She had her fingers in Tara’s hair, whispering sweet nothings to her. She kissed Tara’s forehead when she whimpered in pain. And she made sure to gently wash the soap off of Tara’s forehead before it reached her eyes.

It wasn’t like anything Tara was used to. It had been years since she had felt this safe and loved. Amber tried, she did, but she wasn’t willing to love Tara as Sam did. Unconditionally.

Tara didn’t want to take this moment for granted. She knew her hair was stringy and greasy, but Sam was all in to help her. Her big sister didn’t shy away. It was almost as if she wanted to stay.

And if Sam wanted to, Tara would let her.

She took a deep breath, ready to bare her soul. This was the pivotal moment of testing whether or not Sam would stay.

“I love you, Sam,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. If their love died young, at the age of thirteen, Tara couldn’t bear to witness the fallout. She couldn’t witness her sister leaving again. It would tear her apart.

A beat passed. Water dripped out of the faucet, plinking against the metallic sink. Tara could feel herself shivering in desperation, waiting for three words that may never come.

But they did.

Her sister leaned down, kissing Tara on the forehead gently. Her voice wobbled with tears, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was Sam’s response.

“I love you too Tara. More than you’ll ever know,”.

Safe in the silence, we don’t have to leave (just hold on to me, I’ll hold on to you)

Sam does not know what to do. She has no idea how to fix this.

She’s starting to think that maybe she’s not qualified for this. She knew how to deal with hungry Tara, upset Tara, out-of-breath Tara, shy Tara, chatty Tara, almost every version of Tara

But right now, she’s experiencing a Tara that’s panicking and sobbing so hard that she’s probably unaware of her surroundings. Pretty much inconsolable.

Sam’s best guess is that a nightmare occurred since she’s 100% sure that Tara went to bed.

So, here she is, trying her best to fix this.

“Tara sweetie,” Sam quietly says, “do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

Tara is underneath the dining table, huddled in a fetal position, unresponsive to Sam’s words. Just crying very loudly, only slightly muffled by the way her face is hidden in her knees.

She’s been there for the last 20 minutes and Sam is getting a little bit scared.

She considers reaching out for Tara and just pulling her into her embrace to hide and protect her from the world, keep her cocooned in the empty curves of her heart that only fit her little Tara.

But she knows better, Tara just started getting used to holding onto Sam’s arms whenever they’re out and about and she gave Sam a total of 3 hugs. She’s doesn’t want to push it when Tara is this vulnerable.

She’s not used to being patient but she sits there, a few feet away, waiting for Tara to give any sort of sign.

Sam starts humming a sweet tune, praying that it might have some effect on Tara; she knows Tara likes it when she sings. She’s known for a while now that Tara hides herself close by her whenever she’s singing, she’s been singing to herself a little more loudly for her one special, hidden audience member.

Time passes by, either Tara feels better or she’s just worn out. The loud sobbing is reduced to hiccups and tears, while Sam’s soft humming is the loudest sound in the house accompanied by Tara’s shaky breathing.

When Tara turns her head to face Sam. She’s met with her big sister’s sweet smile, her big sister’s face that she knows will never hurt her, her big sister’s voice that can bring her back to earth.

Swollen, dry eyes could not deny her from seeing the possibility of hope that exists in the shape of her Sammy.

She decided right then and there to be brave. She gathers all her courage and crawls out from under the table right into Sam’s arms.

Sam’s arms that welcomed her so warmly, so safely.

She puts her head in the crook of Sam neck where she knows the world won’t find her. Sam’s hand reach out to Tara’s head, patting her and the other arm secures her into position as she stands on her feet to rock them both side to side.

“Hey, hey, sweet girl,” Sam softly coos, “are you okay? Do you need an inhaler?”

Tara shakes her head, she just wants to be where she is right now.

Sam realizes that this is a huge moment. For both of them.

They have never ever been this close and Sam recognizes for the first time that she might’ve needed this as well.

Maybe they missed this their whole lives. Anyone could tell you that they did, seeing how tightly they’re both holding onto each other.

Sam sways them for a few minutes, continues humming and waits for Tara, this time less nervous.

A few minutes go by and Tara finally speaks,

“Mommy came back again,” there’s a tremor in her voice, “she had a knife to hurt us, even sam.”

Sam’s movements stop for a second, she wants to say something quickly to reassure Tara but she beats her to it,

“It was so scary. I couldn’t protect us.” Tara whimpers, Sam can feel the tears coming back.

“Shhh, baby, no,” Sam retorts, “I won’t let anything bad ever happen to you, okay?”

Tara hesitates but nods weakly into Sam’s shoulder.

Not enough, Sam thinks.

“Do you even know how strong I am?” Sam tries to brighten the mood, “everyone’s scared to fight me and even, little sam is a tough cat.”

That gets a little laugh from Tara and Sam kisses her on the head.

“And you, my sweet girl, are strongest and smartest and bravest girl I’ve ever seen, but you don’t even have to be strong because you’re so safe here with me, okay?”

“Okay.” Tara says as she’s playing with the string of Sam’s hoodie.

“Can I please see your face?” Sam asks.

Tara moved her head to meet Sam’s eyes. They’re red and swollen and her cheeks are blotchy from all the crying but there’s new look of determination in her face. A look inherited from Sam.

“As long as the three of us are together, no one will ever hurt us or even think about it, okay?” Sam reassures, “not in here or in your dreams.”

“I’ll just tell them that my big sister will come and get them.”

“Yeah, that’s my girl.” Sam laughs and kisses Tara’s cheeks (she seems to welcome them.) and brings her back into the hug.

If only the Carpenter sisters, at that moment, realized this gravity of this exchange.

If only the Carpenter sisters understood that this moment would define their lives forever.

Did they accidentally seal their fates? Or were they always walking towards this path?

The Girls end up at the hospital for the umpteenth time

Wednesday barges in the room to find the werewolf, vampire and siren lying down in their usual hospital beds

Wednesday: Okay. Which one of you did it this time.

Yoko: Don’t look at me! I wasn’t the one driving!

Wednesday: I’m looking at Enid. Babe. What happened?

Enid: No, no, no this time it wasn’t my fault! I was the one driving but it was Divina’s fault.

Divina, sighing: Yeah it was.

Wednesday: You? I expected more out of you, Fisher. It’s usually these idiots that cause the trouble. What happened?

-earlier in the car-

Enid, driving: Come on! We’ve never heard you sing!

Divina: I’m bad okay! I sound like a dying whale, you guys don’t want to hear me.

Yoko: Oh come on, babe. Not even for me?

Divina: Not even for you babe.

Enid: Oh come on! Sing for us! Sing for us!

Enid and Yoko: Sing for us! Sing for us! Sing for us!

Divina: OKAY SHUT UP THE BOTH OF YOU. Okay. Here it goes-

-back to the hospital-

Divina: Yeah….. so that was my bad.

Wednesday:

Wednesday: You put them to sleep with your singing.

Divina, sighing: I put them to sleep with my singing.

My take on Spider!Wednesday

Commissioned the wonderful @just-an-ari to create a scene based on the lovely @bee-nutauthor 's Wednesday!MafiaAU story "Indelible Marks on our Hearts (Tear Worlds Apart)." Rating M

And it came out AMAZING.

HUG!!!!!

Yoko: *barges into Wenclair's room to pick up Enid*

Wednesday & Enid: *arguing*

Yoko: Okay, what are you idiots arguing about this time?

Wednesday: Whether to watch Oppenheimer or Barbie. I personally think the choice is obvious.

Yoko: Why don't you just watch both?

Enid: Fine. But we're watching Oppenheimer first!

Wednesday: If you make me watch Oppenheimer I'm walking out the theater.

Enid: Wow, you won't even watch Oppenheimer for me? You're such a brat! It's only three hours!

Wednesday: Only three hours?

Yoko: Wait, hold on... Wednesday wants to watch Barbie?

Wednesday and Enid: Yes.

Yoko: *laughing* Why?

Wednesday: *crosses her arms defensively* Why wouldn't I want to watch a post modernist critique of capitalism and girlhood? The only thing it's missing is gore.

sam is so convinced she’s the unhinged sibling like babes tara is stealing cars, punching gale, cussing out ghostface AND MORE.

WIP/doodles of an AU I was thinking of earlier

wenclair brainrot anyone? dress designs by @tanuki-pyon

I can smell the fruits of my labor

I've been sick the past week so i haven't been able to do much, much less draw, so for now have these sketches that I dont recall ever posting(if i already have, WHOOPS--)

Wednesday: Is there anything better than pussy? Yes-

Divina: Nope.

Yoko: Absolutely not.

Enid: I have to agree.

Wednesday, slams her book: Fuck it. Forget it. You all suck.

inseparable

Some spiderman au wenclair sketches

Wednesday said fuck canon and fuck you too to Miguel btw

I come to feed you all with more wenclair brainrot

featuring Enid getting bullied and Wednesday getting ready for the hunt

The sexiest sketch in my life literally wanna bite it

Someone's thirsty

What a sunset to get laid

I finally wrote it. This art is a fanfic now. Please enjoy.

The Raven and the Wolf

Don't disturb Wednesday's sleep if you don't want an axe in ur back

Also the suits so wenclair coded actually

A collection of my wenclair detective au drawings.

Bianca, holding a phone: It’s your girlfriend.

Wednesday, taking it: Enid is not my girlfriend.

Wednesday, answering: Cara mia, what's wrong?