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Ghost World (2001) Enid and Seymour
I've been thinking about the wenclair friendship and adding a sprinkle of projection to it ❤️🐕🦇🖤
Enid is an older toddler regresser 3-5 AND a puppy regresser
Her fav cartoon is Bluey
She loves to lay on her bed, colouring in a book while Bluey is playing in the background on her laptop
She gets frightened easily from storms/loud sounds and the dark
She tends to hide under her blanket using her phone as a nightlight and a distraction
THIS. KIDDO. CHEWS.
On everything, her hair, her nails/claws, her fingers, pens, markers, straws, basically anything that's hard-plastic and fits in her mouth.
Wednesday is the first one to see this and not freak out and/or try to get her to stop. Kids gonna chew what the kids gonna chew ┐(´ー｀)┌
That was Wednesday's reaction to a lot of Enid's behavior while regressed. She's not harming anything so why not?
Enid was so worried when Wednesday walked in on her watching Bluey for the first time and Wednesday didn't even notice or care 😭
I like to think that Enid didn't start regressing until after the events of the show, she just needed an escape and she already vaguely knew about regression from all her time on Tumblr
You thought Enid was a hugger before?? Now she's traumatized AND sometimes Wednesday hugs back??!?!!?
Yea she will never deny cuddles.
Wednesday just never acknowledges the random hugs or grabbing of the arm in public, not in the sense that it makes Enid feel rejected but she just doesn't pause the conversation she's in to put attention to it. (Not sure I'm explaining it right but it's sweet in my brain okay 👍)
Enid usually only gets really deep into puppy-space near the full moon, once she turned while in puppy-space and Wednesday just took her to a space where they could play fetch.
There's not much of of difference between her regression and pet regression but some notable ones are; less words more just noises, she will melt and any physical touch on/near her head, and when she gets super excited she forgos the tail all together and does a happy but wiggle/dance.
That's all I've got for now, sorry theirs not much Wednesday in there but I'm just in a huge Enid mood :))
Stay safe bubba's! <3
I've been thinking about the wenclair friendship and adding a sprinkle of projection to it ❤️🐕🦇🖤
Enid is an older toddler regresser 3-5 AND a puppy regresser
Her fav cartoon is Bluey
She loves to lay on her bed, colouring in a book while Bluey is playing in the background on her laptop
She gets frightened easily from storms/loud sounds and the dark
She tends to hide under her blanket using her phone as a nightlight and a distraction
THIS. KIDDO. CHEWS.
On everything, her hair, her nails/claws, her fingers, pens, markers, straws, basically anything that's hard-plastic and fits in her mouth.
Wednesday is the first one to see this and not freak out and/or try to get her to stop. Kids gonna chew what the kids gonna chew ┐(´ー｀)┌
That was Wednesday's reaction to a lot of Enid's behavior while regressed. She's not harming anything so why not?
Enid was so worried when Wednesday walked in on her watching Bluey for the first time and Wednesday didn't even notice or care 😭
I like to think that Enid didn't start regressing until after the events of the show, she just needed an escape and she already vaguely knew about regression from all her time on Tumblr
You thought Enid was a hugger before?? Now she's traumatized AND sometimes Wednesday hugs back??!?!!?
Yea she will never deny cuddles.
Wednesday just never acknowledges the random hugs or grabbing of the arm in public, not in the sense that it makes Enid feel rejected but she just doesn't pause the conversation she's in to put attention to it. (Not sure I'm explaining it right but it's sweet in my brain okay 👍)
Enid usually only gets really deep into puppy-space near the full moon, once she turned while in puppy-space and Wednesday just took her to a space where they could play fetch.
There's not much of of difference between her regression and pet regression but some notable ones are; less words more just noises, she will melt and any physical touch on/near her head, and when she gets super excited she forgos the tail all together and does a happy but wiggle/dance.
That's all I've got for now, sorry theirs not much Wednesday in there but I'm just in a huge Enid mood :))
Stay safe bubba's! <3
Waiting for The Walking Dead to come back like.
It’s about time that fucker Gregory died. He and his attitude survived for far too long.
To the bitch that let the log fall on Aaron’s arm, fuck you.
Well, Rick, I hope you enjoy your vacation 🌴🌞
Father Gabriel and Rosita? I don’t stan.
Yeah hi, um, could you stop killing off my favorite characters? I would appreciate it.
Wednesday is whipped when it comes to Enid
When it comes to Enid Wednesday is whipped and it is one of the funniest I have ever seen! Most of the time Wednesday does whatever the fuck she wants but when Enid tells her to do something she does it no questions asked
Just think about it Enid tells her to go apologize to thing she does it, Enid says she can’t keep the crime board in their room she moves it to Eugene’s bee room, Enid makes her a snood and ask her to wear it she say yes of course honey.
All this is more evidence that Wednesday is the black cat gf and Enid is the golden retriever gf Wednesday is more soft towards Enid then she is towards anyone else.
You,, attack my heart(?) 🍎🍏
fairy of shampoo ! ✿ ◌ ⁎ 💿 𖥟
Oh my god, they were roommates.
My requests are open! 🖤 A rewrite of a previous fic on my ao3. Enjoy!
Wednesday was appalled by herself. To have such terrible taste.
...She couldn't pull her eyes away from a stupid, tacky lava lamp. The colors (stupid neon green, such a terrible color) swirled in an amazingly satisfying way, bending and twisting in ways that Wednesday couldn't pull her eyes away from. Usually, certain lights would cause her pain. But she found that this light (a very stupid outdated one for that matter) was calming for her. Muscles that she didn't know we're tense relaxed at watching it. Until she was pulled out of her thoughts
"Wednesday?" Enid hummed.
"Are you looking at the lava lamp?" Her tone was not accusatory, but Wednesday felt that way anyway. She swiftly turned her back to Enid, feeling her eyes wide. "No." She said, beginning to walk away from it. She heard Enid running to catch up, and she slowed down to let her. Enid caught up and giggled, shifting her bag to her right shoulder. With no reason at all, Wednesday moved her bag and held it with her left hand. Just because, of course. There wasn't a real reason to. Enid's hand brushed against Wednesdays. It had taken Wednesday time, but she didn't even flinch at the touch. She had always pulled away from affectionate, ”social” touch. She found it uncomfortable and useless. But Wednesday got used to Enid. Slowly, she began to actually touch Enid. Only little things. A guide by the shoulders. A playful kick in the shin. A tug on newly dyed hair. Wednesday was sure that Enid was the only person who was allowed to touch her back. Her touches were... Gentler, to put it out there honestly. Softer. If Wednesday was being honest, those were the touches she was afraid of the most. She had never really been one for it. Her Mother had even mentioned that as a baby, she would prefer to not be held at all, not even by her mother's careful, pale hands.
Wednesday could recall several times she had been bothered by soft touches. The tags on the back of her clothes. The wisp of fingers on her arm. Someone touching her hair. Each one left a burning, hives like feeling on her. She immediately would feel the urge to jump, and scratch at the offended area. How people could be OK with, or even enjoy those touches always confused Wednesday. Often times, she would wake up to red marks on her in the mornings. She had a habit of scratching herself even in her sleep, even now.
But with Enid, it was different. Enid understood when Wednesday didn't want to do something. Not only hugging or touch, she noticed many things she didn't want to do. Once, Wednesday remembered, she had been invited to a party by Yoko. She instantly froze up, feeling her throat go tight and dry, her mind spinning at the prospect. Kids her own age, huddled in a tight space, probably with alcohol, probably with music. The thought was horrific. She could feel it now. But Enid saved her. She quickly coughed extremely loudly, and said in a tone that deserved a Grammy, probably -- "Sorry, but um. We can't. I'm real sick, and we don't want to get you sick too." Yoko looked to Wednesday to confirm it. Wednesday felt a chill go down her back at having to look at her sunglasses, without any kind of cue in her eyes to see how she might be feeling. But she managed to let out a tiny cough. And that was enough. She had made sure to thoroughly thank Enid for that. And Enid only smiled. She didn't expect anything.
That didn't prevent a jelly donut appearing by her bed, though. Wednesdays way of saying thank you.
It was so much better to communicate with actions rather than words. So, Wednesday said something with her hands. She reached out, and grasped Enid's hand. Enid stopped dead in her tracks, looking down to look at Wednesday. Wednesday didn't feel the pressure of keeping eye contact with her, but she did. Only because her eyes were so beautiful. "We're about to cross" she said, turning to hit the crosswalk button. She gazed forward, acting uncaring in her typical fashion. But in the corner of her eye, Enid grinned. She held her hand firmly. Wednesday bit her cheek, but the corner of her mouth tilted upwards anyway, ready to continue the day.
Wednesday awoke as she usually did, her eyes opening with no sign of her actually being alive, and sat up. As she shifted, she realized she had refrained from scratching herself in her sleep. But then she jumped at a new, fluorescent sight. A lava lamp on her desk. To be exact, the one she had caught herself looking at the other day. Wednesday's lips twitched briefly, her joy unmatched by anything. She had to return the favor. She quickly began to get ready, throwing on her weekend clothes to go out into town. "Wenny?"
"Where are you going?" Enid murmured, beginning to shift in her bed, tiredly lifting her head from her pillow. "The bakery." Wednesday said. She swallowed. But barely hesitated. Why would she, with Enid? "Would you like to join me?" She asked, fingering the strap of her leather bag. Such a nice, smooth leather. It was a pleasing texture. Enid nodded with a hum, getting up with a stretch that cracked her back. "I'll give you 5 minutes" Wednesday said kindly. "15?" Mumbled Enid, who sat on her vanity, looking sleepily at her makeup.
Wednesday compromised with 10. In 9 minutes and 38 seconds later, Enid was ready. Wednesday appreciated the punctuality. Right before they left, Wednesday reached out. Enid looked shocked, but quickly grasped her hand with her bigger one. They walked out. "What are we getting?" Enid asked. We. Together. It made Wednesday flutter her free fingers happily. She felt no need to hold back her happy stimming with Enid, even in public, a habit that had been forced out of her. " jelly donuts" Wednesday saw Enid smile out of the corner of her eye. "I knew that was you" she giggled. Wednesday glanced at Enid briefly, but had no words. She was. Happy.
the spark in her eyes
Enid didn't like Wednesday at first. She was blunt, stubborn, single minded, and had a personal thing against Taylor Swift. But for some reason, Enid got used to her. She got used to the little things Wednesday did, the small parts of her routine. Enid didn't like change at all, so when she came back to the dorm for classes to see that Wednesday wasn't there, she began to grow worried. It's fine, she told herself. Wednesdays probably just out looking for that 'monster' in the woods....But it has been storming for hours, the exact reason why Enid had called off on painting her team canoe. But it wouldn't be entirely unlike Wednesday to go hunt for monsters in the rain. Enid told herself she didn't care. But she did however, miss the rhythm of a typewriter that night. When Wednesday came home, she barely even looked up.
Enid had woken up countless times to the cello. What made this time different, she didn't know. But she didn't groan and cover her ears with her pillow like she usually wood. It could've been the fact that it was a full moon. But instead of the usual earplugs that came with Wednesdays late night sopranos, instead she climbed out from her bed and went to see. Wednesdays fingers moved with a fast clockwork that Enid never had and never would have. Wednesday didn't even acknowledge her presence as she climbed out the spinning window. All she did was keep playing, her eyes reading the music notes inexplicably fast as her bow followed. It was actually quite lovely, what she was playing. And for some reason, Enid's eyes went from the cello bow to Wednesdays face. She trailed the curve of her cheeks with her eyes. What she had assumed was a gaunt feature to her physique was really just a sharp jaw. She counted her freckles. But what enamored her was her eyes. Large and dark, Enid saw something in them she never saw before. A spark. She could tell that in Wednesday, she loved to play the cello. The thought shocked her. She thought Wednesday played it only to show off, not out of devotion. But just by looking at her, you could tell, she was in love. Enid loudly went back to bed. She never wanted to think of the word love and Wednesday Addams together, ever again.
...Enid had found herself looking for the spark in Wednesday's eyes. She had began sprouting a friendship with her, and what better opportunity? When in Rome. Not like she'd ever admit she was always searching Wednesdays eyes for some abstract concept of a "spark".
...
But if she would ever admit ot, she'd make note that the spark appeared more often than she expected. Usually, Wednesdays eyes were drowning in either boredom or malice, the two emotions Enid easily saw on the surface. But beneath, it was there more often than not. It appeared in her eyes when she wrote. When she played the cello. It appeared when she made a witty quip to Bianca. It came when Enid gave her positive feedback about her story. And it was beautiful. In a weird, goth kinda way. Not just a beautiful situation. It was like how a beetle would be beautiful. Only beautiful because it was weird.
The spark was there much more often, in the worst way. Enid had hoped, a little bit. For some reason she had hoped for a stupid, delusional dream. That maybe one day Wednesday would look at her with a spark. Maybe she did, even. Maybe she could look at her and find the love of a good friend. But that wasn't what Enid wanted...
Enid wanted the love of something more. And someone else got that look. Xavier. How could Enid have been so blind? They were so good together. Resident sad loner artist with the resident genius goth musician. It hurt how well they seemed to be for each other. Enid hadn't even meant to stumble upon them. She just did. It was well after club time, but Enid found herself wondering. And she wondered right into them. They didn't notice her, of course. Why would they notice her? They were too busy looking at each other. Enid zoned in on Wednesdays eyes like she often found herself doing. The spark. Just as bright as when she played the cello, but different. Not the love she had for the cello, or her writing, or from winning an argument. A different love. Enid knew what love it was. How could Enid possibly get in the way of that? She couldn't of course. And what sealed the deal of how she would never do anything was the way Wednesday smiled. Her smile was perfect. Gentle, with one corner pushed up more than the other. Perfect. Enid quietly turned the corner, and disappeared. It felt like the interaction lasted for hours, though it couldn't have even been a minute. Wednesday and Xavier hadn't even talked to each other, they just looked. Maybe they were talking right now. Maybe hugging. Maybe kissing. That stopped Enid right in her tracks. She wanted that.
She wanted to see the spark in Wednesdays eyes when she looked at Xavier, to be directed at her. She wanted to hug Wednesday. She wanted to kiss Wednesday. She especially wanted to kiss Wednesday. But it was a dream. someone as delusional as herself would have. It would never happen, and how could she even expect it to? Enid didn't want to take away the spark in Wednesdays eyes, not even the one she wanted the most. She could only dream.
"what do you need?" "You"
"Enid...”
…….
“Enid.”
…….
“Enid!"
Enid awoke quickly, jumping into a frazzled sitting position, her heart jump starting “I'm up!” She shouted, eyes hurriedly adjusting to the darkness. Wednesday was the reason she was awake, crouching on Enid's knees, which was actually quite painful. “And so is your clock” Wednesday hissed, her eye bags looking much darker. Enid mumbled, confused, and still half asleep, and reached to her nightstand to turn her new soft lamp on, one she had switched out from her previous harsh light. “what- what is it, Wednesday? What do you need?” Enid whispered, wary of their neighbors who were most definitely asleep. “What do you mean, so is your clock?” Wednesday grimaced, unblinking. “Your clock is extremely loud” Wednesday said, pointing a manicured hand to the pink clock on Enid's wall. “Oh,” Enid realized, shifting to get up. Wednesday slid off her quietly, following Enid to the clock. Enid took it off the wall, pressing it to her ear. Sure enough— a barely noticeable ticking noise could be heard. Enid quickly switched it off. She knew how Wednesday was with those certain things, and she didn't mind adjusting accordingly. “Better?” She asked, somehow smiling despite her exhaustion at the look on Wednesdays face. Wednesday leaned forward, listening carefully. She smiled gently and nodded, deeming it acceptable. “Ok,” Enid sighed happily, throwing herself on her bed and kind of wiggling beneath the covers before giving it up. Wednesday pulled up her covers for her in a resolved manner, to which Enid hummed her thanks, already going back to her nonsensical dreams.
“Enid….Enid…..Eniiid, wake up”
Enid groaned, hand fumbling out of her blanket. She waved around until she felt her lampshade, and then somehow managed to turn the light back on. “Oh,” she groaned, squinting blearily at the light from her extremely see through sheet. At a glance, she recognized the time was Midnight, right on the dot. “What— what do you need Wednesday?” Enid whispered, yawning. “My blankets are scratchy” Wednesday whispered back. Enid threw her head into her face, groaning. She just wanted to sleep. She shifted, managing to pull up her barely cooperating body up, and looked through her many blankets. “This?” She asked, bringing up a fuzzy cotton blanket up to Wednesday. Wednesday hesitantly pressed her fingers to it, then pulled her hand away and shook her head. Enid dug through the mess of her bed, and came up with a glittery green blanket. Enid looked up to Wednesday, but by the pure horror on her face, she quickly threw it aside and kept digging. She then brought up a cushy white blanket, to which Wednesday tested. She swiped her hand across the texture, making a perplexed face. “Maybe..” she said, poking around it. But then she felt the tag, and shook her head. “Too scratchy” she declared. Enid felt the tag. It felt fine. “yeah, you're right. Too scratchy.” she said. tossing it to the growing pile of discarded blankets. “How about this?” Enid asked, pulling up the only other blanket on her. It was pink and faux fur, like her favorite coat. Wednesday silently felt it, then inspected for a tag. None. Then she put her face up against it, then tested it's weight on her body. Finally, happily, she nodded. “It will suffice. Thank you.” Enid blew out a breath that was stuck in her drowsy chest, slapping her light in an attempt to turn it off. Wednesday turned it off for her. Enid didn't even try to get under her blankets, but a soft hand pulled them up for her when she was already knocked out.
“Wake up.”
Enid jumped, rolling halfway out of her bed. A hand quickly grasped hers, pulling her back onto her mattress in a tangle of her remaining sheets. “Apologies.” Wednesday whispered, in an extremely close proximity. “Wednesday,” Enid started, wiggling on her side to meet Wednesdays dark eyes in the now rising sun. “What do you need?” She muttered, feeling her own eye bags begin to form on her face. She should just give up on sleeping now. No point anyway.. but she was still so tired, she really wanted to sleep... But she knew she wouldn't be able to if she didn't try to help Wednesday. “I am cold.” Enid glanced to the windows, but saw that they were all locked and shut. “The windows are shut,” Enid whispered. “Do you want one of my sweaters?” She inquired quietly. “No.” Wednesday responded, turning her head to flip herself upright in Enid's eyes. “Well.. what do you need?” Enid asked in a low tone, still attempting to be quiet for their sleeping neighbors.
Wednesday blinked.
“You”
“WHAT?” Wednesday quickly hushed Enid, bringing a finger to her mouth. “I, I mean…. What?” “I am lonely.” Wednesday said. “I want to… sleep. In. I want. Ehm.” Enid could feel herself blush, and waited as patiently as she could with her palpitating heart. “Next to you, that is. Your bed is bigger than mine.” Said Wednesday. Enid blinked. Wednesday blinked back. “Oh.” Enid breathed out. “I… Are you sure?” Wednesday nodded. Enid sat up, scooting her back against her headboard to prop herself up. Wednesday stood. “I mean, you don't… You're not afraid of me?” Wednesday shook her head. “I find your claws fascinating” Enid held back a squeak at the confession, but shook her head once more, gripping her sheets tighter. “I mean, you know I'm…” “a girl.” Wednesday finished for her. “Yeah-” Enid felt herself start to get ready, her vision blurring. Enid's claws came out, tearing her sheets. She lifted her hands, flapping them immensely as she continued. “Yeah, but—” Enid tensed at two hands around her own, gripping her fingers so tight she went numb in seconds. “But nothing. You are a girl. Do you think I think of you as a boy?” Enid shook her head, tears dripping down her cheeks extremely fast. “i think of you as my best friend. My best girl friend.” Enid nearly choked at Wednesday putting the words you and girlfriend together. “You think of me that way too, correct?” Enid nodded her head extremely fast in assent. “And girls have plenty of sleepovers in the same bed. So why would I be scared of sleeping in the same bed with you?” “I don't-” Enid couldn't finish, bringing her hands that were still locked in Wednesdays grip to her own face, sniffling. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I don't want to do it.” Enid shook her head, bringing both of their hands down to hover in mid air. “No! I didn't say that, I mean- I just wanted to make sure ***you*** were comfortable.” “I suggested it, didn't I?” Enid stayed quiet, listening to her heart. She could her it throughout her body. Especially in her hands. “Oh.” Said Enid. “You did.” and the she nodded her assent.
Wednesday nudged Enid aside with her foot, scooting next to her and laying down as if she had always slept next Enid. The thought made Enid's heart beat a bit faster. Wednesday finally let go of one of her hands, loosening her grip tremendously on Enid's other hand. Enid settled down, pulling the sheet over both of them as Wednesday turned off her lamp. Enid turned her back to the now fully lit window, now facing Wednesday on her side. Wednesday blinked. “What time is it?” Enid said, lowering her voice back down to quiet. “6:55” “oh my god,” Enid whispered, dropping her head into one of her pillows. “Class starts in 25 minutes” Enid moaned, feeling as though she was dying at the mere thought. “It's a good thing we're not going to class today.” Enid opened her eyes again, just barely even though she was shocked. Wednesday never missed a class. “What?” She hissed. “You look very Ill. And I have to take care of you today, since you have a bad stomach ache.” Enid blinked. “I do?” She then yelped at a harsh poke to her belly. “You do now” Wednesday concluded, pulling the comforter on top of Enid's bed over them both. “Okay,” Enid finally agreed, immediately falling asleep to the feeling of her hand against Wednesdays and the sound of both of their breathing.
"I miss you"
“How was Hannukah?” Asked Enid, pulling up some of her blankets to rest under her chin.
Wednesday tilted her head to remain upright even as Enid laid down. Even through Enids laptop screen, she knew Wednesdays hands were probably fiddling with something. Enid just knew from all the time “It was good. Except, Pugsley nearly lit himself on fire when we were lighting the mennorah.” Enid felt herself frown, a slight dip of concern poking her heart. “Oh, did he ruin it?” Wednesday pursed her lips, actually laying down so that she needn't tilt her head to speak to Enid, the two of them now laying in their beds as they talk. “Just about, it disappointed me when he didn't even burn his hair” Enid began to laugh at such a *Wednesday* thing to say. “What else happened?” Enid inquired, feeling her smile only grow looking at Wednesday through her Computer screen.
“We ate some Kugel, and Sufganiyot.” Wednesday gestured to a plate of doughnuts next to her bed, piled up high. “We're not permitted to fast on Hannukah, so my Mother—” Wednesday and Enid scoffed in unison, causing a giggle fit to overtake Enid, placing her painted fingers against her lips to quiet herself. It was, after all, past midnight. “My mother,” said Wednesday again with a hint of tilted lip, “has been stuffing me full of every single food we have. My Father as well” Wednesday moved her new phone, revealing on her dresser and desk multiple plates of food. Tamales, Challah, Latkes, Brisket, Tres Leches, so much food. Enid could barely hold back a very ungraceful snort at the sight. Wednesday turned the camera back to her face, cheek pressed against her pillow. “You should see Pugsley's room.” “I'll bet it's not nearly as black and dreary as your room is” Wednesday moved her head slightly to shake her head, braids falling across her chest carelessly. “Definitely not. His room is full of fish and octopus.” Enid didn't even want to know, though it definitely sounded on point for the Addams family. “I should come over sometime, it sounds fun” Enid mumbled, biting back a yawn. Wednesday crossed her arms across her chest as though she was a corpse. “I agree. I,” Wednesday swallowed. Enid suddenly felt a cold hand grip her heart, nervous tingles resting in her belly.
“I..."
".....I...have missed you, Enid.” Enid let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, a bubbling of a gentle laugh escaping her in relief. “I miss you too” Enid admitted, reaching out to press her fingers against the screen. The stiffer lines of Wednesdays face softened, and she reached out to join hands through the glass, pressing a hand to join Enid's. “Is that dark blue on your nails I see?” Enid hummed curiously with a teasing grin, moving her head just barely to see Wednesdays nails. “Yes.” She admitted, with maybe a tone that lingered bashfully. “For Hannukah.” Enid turned her hand to show off her own nails, a contrasting black from her usual neons. She had put tiny snowflake designs on her nails too for the winter solstice. “I've got my Winter solstice nails” exclaimed Enid in the most energetic voice she could. She was very tired from celebrating today, but she really wanted to talk to Wednesday. Wednesday lowered her own hand but kept it on the screen. Enid pressed her fingers once more against the screen, feeling her heart ache.
“I miss you so much” Enid admitted, pulling her blanket tighter around her. Well, Wednesdays blanket. Right before school let out, they had traded blankets. It was jarring to see Wednesdays wrapped in pink fluff. “I miss you as well” Wednesday said quietly. Enid felt her smile only tilt up at the curve of Wednesdays lips. And before she knew it, they were both asleep.
Enid awoke to a bright light shining against her head. She hissed, squeezing her eyes even tighter shut from the assault against her. But when she finally did open her eyes, she felt her cheeks blush. Wednesday was still on the call, asleep right next to her through the screen. And with further examination, Wednesday noticed that their hands still remained pressed against the screen in a virtual touch. And when Wednesday awoke to Enid's face on her screen with a sleepy grin, Enid knew she wouldn't mind waiting a bit longer to see Wednesday for real
(A/N): Hiii! Sorry I haven't posted for awhile, I've been sick for a while and my home life is shaky. Another rewrite of a fic close to my heart! Posting more soon :)) )
No I don’t mind at all! I love, love, love Enid’s outfit in Let’s watch the pilot so I drew her in that outfit. Hope you enjoy, I really love how it turned out. Didn’t want to ruin it by coloring it.