Wenclair prompts
Wednesday is a witch, Enid is a werewolf who can't shift. Wednesday can help in exchange for Enid's first born. Enid accepts, but there seems to have been a fundamental misunderstanding because Enid keeps asking her when they're going to start their family, and saying they really ought to consider dating first so they can plan a wedding that works for them both.
Enid keeps telling outlandish stories about her (probably nonexistant) wife, and her coworkers have had enough. No human being could be so bizarre as she's describing, right? Gotta be fake, and really Enid? Pretty pathetic.
Then the ones who made fun of Enid the most, the ones who dimmed the radiance of her sun's smile, wake up with a bag over their head, tied to chairs in a remote location. The wife is real, the stories were real, and they are going to be lucky of they aren't fed their own organs in the end.
laundry days are the quietest days in the noceda household . therefore, camila’s favourite days . sequel to this
characters who view themselves as tools/weapons first and people second... characters who martyr themselves for a cause because they think that's the only way they can be worth something... characters who push themselves past their breaking point again and again and again... characters for whom devotion and masochism are inseparable... characters whose self-sacrifice becomes self-annihilation...... what was my point again? i had a point. anyway.
Literally cannot emphasize enough that my #1 writing advice is to stop being afraid. Stop being afraid of sounding too cringe, or too stupid, or too horrifying, or too horny, or too weird, or too much, or too little, or too you. You need to put your entire pussy into your art. Sure, it won't be to everyone's tastes, but if you keep yourself to the blandest tamest safest roads possible you will be of no one's tastes, not even yours.
fanart of "Oven Girl" created by
@hou_jae04 on twitter
Wednesday: *is being arrested*
Enid: Wow. God forbid women do anything these days.
Sheriff Galpin: Kid your friend-
Wednesday: She’s my girlfriend you intolerant shit.
Thing: H-O-M-O-P-H-O-B-E
Sheriff Galpin: I’m not- whatever, your girlfriend just landed four grown men in the hospital.
Enid: And… She looked good doing it.
Wednesday: They deserved it. One of them told me to smile.
Enid: You tell him baby.
Sheriff Galpin: You know what? I can’t with… whatever this is. She’s free to go and officially your problem.
Enid: Yay!
Wednesday: *pausing mid-escape and casually handing the sheriff broken handcuffs* Miserable-night Sheriff.
Sheriff Galpin: *whispering* I hate you.
Wednesday: *also whispering* I’m glad.
Enid: Hurry up babycakes, I need my cuddle buddy.
Wednesday: *smirking* Coming Amore.
Allistic people really need to stop phrasing requests as questions because it's fucking with me
"Do you want to help me cook dinner?"
No, I'm still overwhelmed from earlier and want to stay in my room.
"well fine, dinner will be ready when it's done." And now they're upset with me
And I'm just here like ???????
TIME TO STREAM. We will start at 1 pm
(that is half an hour from this post)
So, this week I ordered a new couch pillow because I had a husband pillow full of shredded memory foam, and the thing needs to be opened and shifted around about once a week with the way I use it so it doesn't shape up weird and actually fuck up my back when I bought it to NOT fuck up my back.
I now have a wedge pillow, made of one piece of foam. And I ordered a book cushion from etsy, and I just wanna say to anyone who has thought "that adaptive thing seems like it would be useful, but I'm not disabled, so maybe it's not for me?"
It's for you. Trust me. My back hurt because I was slouching weird on the couch. I got a husband pillow. It helped a lot. But, it turns out, what I need is one giant piece of memory foam, not a bunch of tiny bits.
And the book cushion? Books are heavy sometimes. Being able to rest it higher in my lap so it's easier to read and hold? Better for my body.
Also, do you wake up with pain in the mornings? Try a contour pillow and a knee pillow.
Get those extra-strong treaded soles to wear with your heels because you wobble otherwise.
Wear compression gloves when you type. Get those orthopedic shoes because you can walk longer distances in more comfort. Buy the bra that actually supports the weight of your boobs. Get a lapdesk for your computer. Use a neck pillow even at home to keep your neck straight. Wear socks to bed. Listen to audiobooks. Read large print books.
You see something that you think will work for you and improve how you feel? Use it! Let's fucking normalize adaptative shit for everyone!
True story.
I just wanted a refill on my Sprite.
That’s all I wanted.
and I would have done anything for it
I CANNOT DEAL WITH AO3 BEING DOWN. I NEED MY BEDTIME SMUT FOR SWEET DREAMS PLEASE
Gwen | She/Her | Trans Lesbian | I'm a professional editor and write smutty sapphic fanfiction on AO3
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