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What's it called when you have ideas for your writing but no motivation to write it?

I have all the words lined up in my head. I can see how to connect one plot point to the next. I've mapped out the characters' relationships with each other in a way that feels natural and realistic. Yet I just can't be bothered to even begin typing.

#burnout #In the same boat honestly

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Write a dialogue between a character and their deepest fear, personified.

Explore This Prompt Further → https://draftsparks.com/prompt/face-your-fears/

#oooh this seems like a very good idea

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Actually answering on Wednesday, this time!

What is something that someone has said about one of your fics [or, your writing] that surprised you? (e.g. something you didn’t realize about your work until someone else said it).

This is an interesting question... I think the one that sticks out the most in memory is a certain review I got on FF a few months ago:

"too much drama and the mc acting like a little girl throws me off so much. this clearly is written by a girl who dont know how men thinksp"

Blatant misogyny aside, I just find it really funny how far off the mark their profiling was. In a strange way, I guess it's almost a complement to hear that my writing betrays so little about my identity.

Anyway, I wish I had something a little more positive or meaningful to share, but you can't win 'em all!

#weekly writing wondering #writing wednesday #fandom #writing #fanfic writing

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First time answering a @writing-wednesday question:

Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

It's a longer excerpt, hence the cut, but due to the way I write it's hard to share a short dialogue excerpt. This fic, especially, is very prose-heavy; written in the first-person present tense, a lot of sensory description is used. As a result, dialogue scenes tend to be a lot longer than usual.

I chose this scene because it was the first scene in which I wrote extended dialogue for Wednesday herself. I find that one of the biggest challenges I face when writing fanfiction is getting characters' speech styles right, especially when it comes to characters who have especially distinctive ways of talking.

Wednesday is well-spoken but blunt, and it can be easy to overexaggerate these features. I'm happy with how everything sounds when it comes to the dialogue in this scene; I can imagine the characters actually saying the words, without it sounding like a fanfic, if that makes sense.

With all that said, I'm looking forward to answering more questions in the future! I might have to go through the backlog, actually...

Excerpt follows:

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I awaken with a start, jolting upright with such speed that it feels like I give myself whiplash. My head pounds and my sides ache, but more than anything I’m left with the uncomfortable feeling that I’m forgetting something. I grumble and groan and raise my hand to rub my sore neck, but find myself pausing. My claws are at least half extended and threads of colourful fabric hang from my fingers. I bury my face in my hands; I don’t want to see the damage I’ve done to the bed.

“You whimper in your sleep,” a voice from across the room says, “like a kicked puppy.”

The voice makes me jump and my body tenses up. I slowly turn to my left, my hands sheepishly falling from my face and revealing my shame. My eyes open tentatively and settle on those of Wednesday Addams, standing next to her desk with arms crossed in front of her. Her cold gaze forces me to break eye contact after but a moment, my groggy mind lacking the conviction to challenge her. I realise I have yet to respond. “Wednesday… Hi.”

I avoid looking her directly in the eyes, but her gaze is unflinching. She says nothing, verbally or otherwise. I pick threads of cotton and fleece from my claws, assessing the damage to the lightly shredded blankets around me. My shoulders drop, signalling my embarrassment.

“Oh please, I’ve seen worse,” Wednesday says, breaking her silence but not her stare. “Your claws must be rather dull compared to Enid’s.”

I read no humour in her voice, but the comment brings a smirk to my face. “Got lucky with at least something, I guess.”

She cocks an eyebrow at that - she doesn’t seem to agree. “Lucky? Your natural weapons are fundamentally flawed and you consider yourself lucky?”

“Yeah, well anything that makes it that little bit harder for me to kill someone…” I trail off; that was perhaps a bit much. If Wednesday notices my oversharing, she doesn’t make it known. “Sorry, what time is it?” I ask, swinging my legs over the side of the bed to sit up properly.

“It’s a little past three. You slept for some fifteen hours by my count, but I didn’t have the heart to wake you.” The slightest hint of a smirk emerges on her face. “You appeared to be having such awful dreams. I would’ve hated to interrupt.”

“Oh, you could tell?” I ask jokingly as I tend to my still-aching neck. I’ve been told enough times by my roommate that I’m quite the emotive sleeper. “So, where’s Enid?”

“At one of her many clubs, I’m sure.” A disdainful look flashes on her face. “Forgive me if I don’t know which.”

I crane forwards and with some light pressure on my neck I hear a crack, followed by some of the tension being relieved. When I look up again I notice that something about Wednesday’s stare has changed. Her eyes are a little narrower, her lips are slightly pursed and she’s standing more rigidly than before, if that’s even possible. She has something she wants to say but is holding back. My perceptive prowess can’t compare to hers, however, and in the time it takes me to read her body language she notices the change in my own. Her face relaxes.

“This question may seem… invasive,” she says, taking a small step towards me, “but know that it comes from a place of genuine interest.”

It’s my turn to cock an eyebrow. “Shoot.”

“Your nightmares. What are they about?” She pauses, her eyes not quite focused on me, as if she’s visualising something. “Enid’s been getting nightmares ever since she wolfed out; is it just a werewolf thing? Are all of you destined to be such tortured souls?”

I consider the question for a moment. “I’m no expert, but we do tend to be pretty vivid dreamers. Add a serving of trauma to that and I guess it’s no wonder you’d end up with nightmares.”

“The trauma of wolfing out for the first time, for example?”

“For some, sure. It can be hard for some wolves, especially if they end up hurting someone. The guilt, the loss of control…” Am I getting too personal? “It’s a bit of a rude awakening, learning what it truly means to be a wolf.”

“Speaking from experience?” she asks, her head tilting a little to the side.

“Nah, I was a bit of an early bloomer. I barely remember my first time,” I admit, a half-truth at best and a lie by omission at worst. My first time was easy. My parents were well prepared; they made sure I was safe and couldn’t get anyone hurt. The revelation of what wolfhood entails though? That came later. I was sheltered for so many years. Hell, I didn’t even really know what I was until I met wolves from other packs and realised just how different I was. The end of my childhood wasn’t marked by something as simple as wolfing out for the first time. No, the day I learned exactly how much violence I was capable of, what sort of cruelty I could enact on others… that was my wakeup call.

“You didn’t answer my first question,” Wednesday says, forcing me out of my reminiscence. “Your nightmares. If they don’t stem from your wolfing out, where do they come from?”

I guess it’s time to make my boundaries known. I notice myself shuffling uncomfortably as I speak. “Sorry, that’s a bit personal, even for me.”

She doesn’t try to hide her disappointment. “A pity,” she says, turning away. She sits down and moves her typewriter to the middle of her desk, apparently finished with the conversation. I do feel a little bad. I’m under no obligation to share my insecurities, but at the same time I do feel as if I owe her something . Considering her reputation, she’s been surprisingly welcoming to my intruding on her personal space. What harm could it do to let down my walls a little?

“They’re about my parents,” I relent. She doesn’t turn around but her hands stop moving; that got her attention. “They were good people. Or, my mom was, at least. They… they didn’t deserve what happened to them.”

She spins around in her chair. “What did happen to them?”

“They’re gone.”

“I gathered. There’s more to the story than that though, surely?”

I chuckle. “Well, yes, of course. But the details aren’t exactly pleasant.”

Her arms cross once again. “I didn’t ask for ‘pleasant’.”

“My benefit, not yours. I relive it enough in my sleep; if I started spending my time awake thinking about it I’d never get anything done.” In truth, it’s less the memories themselves that bother me so, but rather the implications. If I shared the whole story with her… it wouldn’t take her long to figure it out. Being unable to share too much lest other people piece together the truth… It’s tiring, and serves only to isolate me from my peers. An unfortunate measure, but a necessary one. “Why so interested in my nightmares, anyway?”

Wednesday glares for a few seconds, but then her demeanour softens. As I suspected, she can appreciate a transactional interaction. I offered her some information, with the potential prospect of more, and so it’s in her best interest to respond in kind. She speaks slowly now, clearly choosing her words carefully and betraying her vulnerability. 

“Like I said, Enid’s been having nightmares most nights since wolfing out. It’s starting to impact her day-to-day life. Nightmares have never really been an issue for me, so I thought that perhaps consulting another werewolf might give me some insight on how I might help her.”

I was expecting a far more morbid reason for her curiosity. “That’s actually kind of sweet.”

“Yes, well…” She stiffens again. “Breathe a word of that sentiment to anyone and you’ll have bigger problems than mere nightmares.”

“My lips are sealed.”

#weekly writing wondering #writing wednesday #fandom #writing #fanfic writing

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I feel called out hehe

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Hello everybody. I’ve made this blog to (hopefully) help prevent writer’s block. I’ll be doing little drabbles based on prompts I like and the length can vary from a paragraph, to several paragraphs, to even a couple chapters if I find myself absorbed by the idea I’ve gotten.

If anybody bothers reading this or happens to like my writing, give me prompts to write for in my ask box! I’ll take anything and everything, and I’ll even let you lick the length of the story if you want a specific length. It would actually help a lot if anyone would like to do that.

Anyways, enjoy my writing if you happen to read anything here, and have a lovely day! 😊

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You know, there's little in my day to day life that makes me feel more like the main character than being the first to walk at the crosswalk.

Like, y'all are waiting for the beeping and the little green man? Nah dog, the light's red; you can just go.

Sure, I gain only about a second or two on everyone else and I put myself at a marginally greater risk of being struck by some idiot who doesn't understand traffic lights, but hey, it gives me a teeny tiny power trip and I think sometimes we all need that.

#generally I operate in one of two mindsets that ultimately amount to the same thing #that is that either none of us are the main character #or all of us are the main characters in our own stories #which is very wishy-washy and doesn't really mean anything #but yeah this is the exception #this is where I draw the line apparently #random thoughts #3pm thoughts #(the much more mundane version of 3am thoughts) #rambles #thoughts #thinking #shallow thoughts #(again the less interesting version of deep thoughts)

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writing is so silly and stupid its like auggghhh i made a character lie down and it sent me into a writers block for two days 😞😞 turns out the solution was to make then sit up or something and then suddenly its all good. the fuck man 😕

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WRITING CONTEST #1

Contest Details:

Where to submit - [email protected]

Either paste your text within the body of the email (with the title) OR send a document as a PDF file.

The Prompt:

Submit a flash fiction piece between 100-300 words or a poetry piece of 40 lines or fewer. All entries must contain these three words (flora, steep, AND guide). If these words are not present, your submission will not be considered.

Feel free to provide your Tumblr user so I can credit the winners. At least three winners will be selected for this contest.

The Deadline - October 20th

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Injuries For Your Characters To Receive When You’re In The Mood For Angst (And How To Treat Them.)

A: A bite wound. (Wash the wound with soap and water, then cover the area with a bandage. Afterward your character will need medical care from a doctor to make sure that they aren’t going to get rabies or an infected bite area.) 

B: A sprained wrist. (Your character should ice the area and avoid activities that cause pain. It’s also important to compress the area with bandages (But not so much that it cuts off circulation!) and keep it elevated.) 

C: A stab wound to the stomach. (This is an emergency room visit because abdomens have a lot of vital organs. Just straight to the ER.) 

D: A concussion. (A concussion is brain trauma so your character really should be checked out by someone at the ER. Afterward they should take it mentally easy and possibly take pills for pain.) 

E: A black eye. (An ice pack on the swollen area should help.) 

F: A broken ankle. (Your character will probably need to go to the Doctor to get their leg splinted. After leaving the hospital they’ll need to take it easy on their foot until it’s healed.) 

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#mmm yes gooood my kind of list

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I am constantly switching between the two it’s crazy

#I think sometimes it's important to recognise the cringe #And then accept it #Only through conflict (cringe) do we become stronger (less cringe) #Idk I just woke up

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Feed the Wolf Chapter 8: Empathy (Released!)

Title: Feed the Wolf

Fandom: Wednesday

Rating: T

Chapters: 8 of 12

Links: AO3, FF.net

Summary: As the dust settles on the Hyde incident, Nevermore is slowly but surely returning to a calmer, safer state. But for those involved, the scars may take a while longer to fully heal. Gelert Davies, a half-werewolf student, has always kept himself out of trouble as best he could, but a chance encounter will test his resolve and force him to face parts of himself long abandoned.

Tags: Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams, Original Character(s), Enid Sinclair/Original Male Character(s), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Wolf Instincts, Loss of Control, Injury Recovery, Self-Hatred, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Courting Rituals, Werewolf Courting, Werewolf Culture, Eventual Romance, Family Issues, POV First Person

Keep reading for a preview!

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A hunter having grown complacent, a predator turned prey, I come to a sudden halt as I feel the air turn ice-cold. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel a breath on the back of my neck, somehow colder still than the surrounding air. Why does this feel so real? I know for a fact that it isn’t, because I recognise the presence lurking behind me. After so many years of forced companionship, how could I not? It doesn’t usually feel this real though, so clear and defined and vivid. If I don’t turn around, I don’t have to face it – to face myself, or the fractured reflection of myself. Following the shattering of my psyche, two piles were formed from the shards: the pieces I was desperate to hold onto and scrambled to collect, and those that I allowed to fall into the grasp of my wolf. In the moment, perhaps some fraction of my mind recognised that I was letting go of the worst parts of myself, but knowing what I know now I would’ve much sooner remained whole. Leaving those parts of me under the guard of such an untrustworthy keeper, it’s no wonder they festered in the way they did.

That shambling mess of broken parts stands behind me now, corrupted and twisted almost beyond recognition. Almost, but not quite. Even as it radiates pure malevolence, preparing to strike me down, I feel a certain kinship towards it. I recognise the parts that I once lost and wish that I could reclaim them, as much as they disgust me, but I know that isn’t possible. No, it’s too late for such pleasantries. Tonight, all I can do is face myself. And face myself I do, turning slowly as I prepare to confront all that I most despise and pity. Despite everything, I don’t truly fear my wolf – not in here. Out in the real world its influence brings out the worst in me, but in my dreams all it can do is torment me. Nothing it can do to me here is real. Of course, pain doesn’t have to be real in order to be felt, the link between the mental and the physical being far too intimate to be broken by such meagre boundaries. I’m no stranger to pain though, and I’m a firm believer that the dark always precedes the dawn. Pain can be overcome, and most pains come to an end, given enough time. Does reliance on that hope make me an optimist? Perish the thought.

It’s not often I get the chance to see my wolf so clearly. In my dreams it usually remains hidden, torturing me with memories both true and false, hiding behind a smokescreen fuelled by the fires of hatred. Even now, its form is obscured by that smoke, thick rolling fumes rising and falling from the surface of what passes for its body. It’s almost fluid, moving unnaturally and without the restraint expected of a living being. Ripples spread throughout its form as it raises an arm, far too long and thin to be made of flesh and bone, jagged like broken glass in some places and closer to a liquid in others. I shudder at its touch, its claws trailing my jawline as it stares down at me with empty eyes – bright, but lacking life. My wolf is tall, taller than me, but not as tall as our shared bestial form; tall enough to intimidate me, at least. It’s not real, I feel the need to remind myself. As its hand moves down to my throat and its claws curve their way around my neck, I search for a sign of empathy in its scarce few features, but find none. All I see is a predator uncontested, a creature seeking pleasure in cruelty due to going unchallenged by its peers – myself, I suppose, in this case.

The human mind is amazing, perhaps most so in its capacity for imagination. So many experiences that the body has never undergone, the human mind knows how to replicate the feeling almost perfectly. That is perhaps the purest form of empathy – an instinctual understanding rooted most commonly in physical suffering. Some would say such things are passed down through our genetics, others point to the concept of a collective unconscious; the origin of this ability doesn’t matter. What matters is that when my wolf’s claws rip through the flesh of my throat, slicing the jugular and the carotid, tearing my vocal chords asunder, I feel everything. Logically, I have no way of knowing that the experience is true to life, but instinct insists upon that fact regardless. A pained, choked breath escapes me as nerve endings usually protected are born to the outside world, set ablaze by the air as it escapes through newly created openings. I struggle to maintain my footing as the blood begins to pool around me, my strength disappearing with each and every millilitre that pours from the carnage. My blood pressure drops and my vision becomes hazy, my brain desperately trying to apply logic to the dream, ensuring that everything is consistent with my perception of reality. Sometimes, I really wish it wouldn’t.

My legs finally give out from beneath me, buckling at the knees and forcing me into freefall. I fall backwards, my back arching as my balance, too, fails me. In my fall, through clouded vision, I can make out my wolf raising its hand to its mouth, crimson streams trickling down the length of its arm from something pink within its grasp. The flesh seems to writhe in its own agony, as if still connected to me and yearning to return. In some twisted sense it does return, as my wolf consumes the stray chunk in one bite. In that recognition it feels as if I’ve lost something – something small, something inconsequential, but something. Even more pressing though, is just how familiar this feels. It’s more than just instinct though. I’m not just vaguely familiar with the concept, but intimately so with the details. I’m on the other side of the pantomime this time around, though… Ah, so this is how my father felt. There are differences, but the final outcome is the same. This re-enactment from my wolf, what does it hope to accomplish? Whether mere torment or a grand lesson, I cannot say; in either case, it all comes down to empathy once again.

Thank you for reading, and have a wonderful day! :)

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday fandom #wednedsay fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #fanfic promo

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i hate how you get desensitized to the cool stuff in your WIP if you've been writing it for a long time so when you read back over it you're like "this isn't as cool as i thought :(" but it still is! you just read it too many times

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Me looking in the mirror : Weren't you taking time to write today?

Still myself answering : You see I was going to write today, but the thing is-*starts to run on the opposite direction*

#ao3 writer #ao3 #fanfic writer #for some it's the big sad #for others it's the 'where did all the hours in the day suddenly go?' #others is me. I am others. #mayhaps they are one and the same at the end of the day

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Somewhere between happy and total fucking wreck

Feet sometimes on solid ground, sometimes at the edge

To spend your waking moments simply killing time

Is to give up on your hopes and dreams, to give up on your [life]

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'Somewhere between happy and total fucking wreck' is a sentiment that a lot of people can relate to, and it's no surprise that it fits Gelert well also. Lyrically, there are two main themes in Survive: our hardships shape us into the people we become, and life is often neither kind nor fair. These are facts that Gelert knows well, though he is definitely more accepting of the latter.

Not too much analysis today. Just a solid, cathartic addition to the playlist. Roll the promo...

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Title: Feed the Wolf

Fandom: Wednesday

Rating: T

Chapters: 7 of 12

Links: AO3, FF.net

Summary: As the dust settles on the Hyde incident, Nevermore is slowly but surely returning to a calmer, safer state. But for those involved, the scars may take a while longer to fully heal. Gelert Davies, a half-werewolf student, has always kept himself out of trouble as best he could, but a chance encounter will test his resolve and force him to face parts of himself long abandoned.

Tags: Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams, Original Character(s), Enid Sinclair/Original Male Character(s), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Wolf Instincts, Loss of Control, Injury Recovery, Self-Hatred, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Courting Rituals, Werewolf Courting, Werewolf Culture, Eventual Romance, Family Issues, POV First Person

Thank you for reading, and have a wonderful day! :)

#spotify #spotify playlist #day 9 of posting songs #Gelert Davies sad boy playlist #fanfic promo #wednesday fanfic #rise against #ao3

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I once said that I've seen the sunrise on better days

There's no reason to be afraid

And if it's all the same to you I'll be getting on my way

Now there's nothing left to say

So tell me why do I worry myself?

I'll be alright, I'm doing just fine, there's no need to dwell

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Gelert is the type of person who relies heavily on logic and past experiences to remain grounded, in no small part because - whether in his view or in truth - these are what separate him from his wolf. As such, his go-to lines of reasoning in times of stress include "I'll be okay", "I've gone through worse" and "it always gets better" - sentiments that are all present in Chin Up, Son, whether they are healthy or not.

Distancing oneself from uncomfortable situations and taking an impartial, rational approach to problem solving can be efficient, but is both a cause and a symptom of emotional isolation. Sure enough, Gelert is emotionally isolated, and the time we spend with him in FTW is essentially him being forced out of his comfort zone as he forges new relationships and repairs damaged ones.

Chin Up, Son is, however, a generally optimistic song, and I do think this reflects Gelert's outlook on life accurately. Despite everything, in matters that don't concern his wolf at least, he is an optimist more often than not. Although the ways he deals with his trauma and anxiety perhaps aren't traditionally considered to be healthy, they do - for the most part - work for him. In FTW we see him commit to this isolation at some times and seek comfort in support from his peers (Alex and Enid, namely) at others, in a period of his life where he learns that perhaps there still is 'salvation' for him (e.g. "the writing on the wall said there's still salvation for me").

As far as songs in the playlist go, Chin Up, Son is, to me, perhaps the closest representation of Gelert's own thoughts and outlook. At the very least, it's one of the ones I return to most frequently while writing. Speaking of my writing, you can find it in the promo... (subtle)

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Title: Feed the Wolf

Fandom: Wednesday

Rating: T

Chapters: 7 of 12

Links: AO3, FF.net

Summary: As the dust settles on the Hyde incident, Nevermore is slowly but surely returning to a calmer, safer state. But for those involved, the scars may take a while longer to fully heal. Gelert Davies, a half-werewolf student, has always kept himself out of trouble as best he could, but a chance encounter will test his resolve and force him to face parts of himself long abandoned.

Tags: Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams, Original Character(s), Enid Sinclair/Original Male Character(s), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Wolf Instincts, Loss of Control, Injury Recovery, Self-Hatred, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Courting Rituals, Werewolf Courting, Werewolf Culture, Eventual Romance, Family Issues, POV First Person

Thank you for reading, and have a wonderful day! :)

#spotify #spotify playlist #day 8 of posting songs #Gelert Davies sad boy playlist #fanfic promo #wednesday fanfic #we are the ocean #ao3

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Paralyzed by the creatures that are creeping in my mind

And I won't hide 'cause I know they're gonna find me every time

Black out the sun, I've come undone, my thoughts are racing

They're out for blood, can't get enough, can't get enough

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Sometimes (by which I mean, usually) I prefer songs with more subtle lyrics and themes that have more room for interpretation. However, I can't deny that the occasional blatant outlier doesn't hurt. Add to that the nu metal influence of From Ashes to New and you get a fun addition to the playlist that really brings some variety.

There really isn't much to talk about here lyrically... I thought I was going to add a 'but' to that sentence, but hey, here we are. Today's a lazy day, I guess. In that same spirit: promo...

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Title: Feed the Wolf

Fandom: Wednesday

Rating: T

Chapters: 7 of 12

Links: AO3, FF.net

Summary: As the dust settles on the Hyde incident, Nevermore is slowly but surely returning to a calmer, safer state. But for those involved, the scars may take a while longer to fully heal. Gelert Davies, a half-werewolf student, has always kept himself out of trouble as best he could, but a chance encounter will test his resolve and force him to face parts of himself long abandoned.

Tags: Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams, Original Character(s), Enid Sinclair/Original Male Character(s), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Wolf Instincts, Loss of Control, Injury Recovery, Self-Hatred, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Courting Rituals, Werewolf Courting, Werewolf Culture, Eventual Romance, Family Issues, POV First Person

Thank you for reading, and have a wonderful day! :)

#spotify #spotify playlist #day 7 of posting songs #Gelert Davies sad boy playlist #fanfic promo #wednesday fanfic #from ashes to new #ao3 #when I say the song isn't subtle I mean it #man's straight up opening with an awoo