First Friday Without Yellowjackets And Im Suffering.

yellowjackets fandom is so funny. half the fandom is like "if melissa isn't the eighth survivor we riot" and the other half is like "if melissa IS the eighth survivor we riot" like guys come on. they'll all be dead by s5 anyway let's just watch them be gay criminals in the meanwhile

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The Rose And Her Thorn

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I'm so very proud of this part.

Word Count: 1100

Part 6.

Wednesday stopped at the door of her and Enid's room, staring at the brunette girl laying on her bed. Esmeria was staring at the ceiling, humming a tune under her breath.

Upon spotting Wednesday, Esmeria shot up from the bed, promptly falling to the floor and scrambling to the window in the middle of the room, blushing brightly. "Uh- Wednesday! Hi, sorry, please don't kill me. I just- I- I have no explanation for that. Sorry."

Wednesday paused, her brain fumbling for words. Strange. That didn't happen often. "I- It's okay. I was just going to play some cello, get my mind off some things."

Esmeria's eyes brightened. "Can I come? I haven't played my guitar in a while."

A very faint pink spread across Wednesday's cheeks and she nodded. Esmeria gave Wednesday a grin, then vanished into the shadows on the wall. When she reappeared with a dark purple guitar and a large black amp, Wednesday had just finished lugging her cello out of the window to the balcony, with the help of Thing.

Esmeria smiled upon seeing the hand scuttle across the floor towards her. "Hey Thing!"

Thing waved at her, running back outside to Wednesday. Esmeria followed, pulling her things behind her and out the window. "I'm back Wednesday!"

The ebony-haired girl looked to the brunette, raising an eyebrow and pointing one long, slender finger towards the amp. "Don't you need a power outlet for that?"

Esmeria glanced to Wednesday, then went back to plugging the guitar into the amp. "Nah, it's been specially made so I don't. My cousins Apollo and Hephaestus made it for my 13th birthday."

Wednesday nodded, unsurprised by the information. The girls adjusted their instruments and Esmeria looked to Wednesday for instruction. Wednesday readied her bow and began playing a song that Esmeria knew well, one of the first she had ever learned.

Paint It, Black by The Rolling Stones.

Esmeria plucked away at the chords, getting lost in the music. Wednesday sped up, playing almost frantically, Esmeria keeping up with her the whole time. The song drew to a close, Esmeria smiling as the last notes rang out across the darkening sky. There was a metallic tapping sound and Esmeria looked over to see Thing and Wednesday talking. "No, I don't really feel better. There's something wrong about this place."

Esmeria laughed. "I thought the fact that it's a school would be enough to make everything feel off."

There was a clicking sound and the circular window swung open to reveal Enid. "How the hell did you get that oversized violin out the window?"

Wednesday stood up. "I had an extra hand."

Enid shuddered as Thing revealed himself and waved at her. "Woah. Where's the rest of him?"

Wednesday shrugged lightly. "It's one of the great Addams family mysteries." The howling that occupied the background grew louder. "Why aren't you wolfing out?"

Esmeria looked at Enid in sadness as the taller girl spoke. "Because I can't." She held up her hand and flicked out her claws, withdrawing them as she moved to the balcony railing. "That's all I got. My mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but I've been to the best Lycanologist. I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe it? Yeah, she says there's a chance I may never... you know."

Esmeria moved up next to her, placing an arm around her shoulder as Wednesday walked over, also leaning against the railing. "What happens then?"

Esmeria sighed, her arm tightening around Enids shoulder. "She becomes a lone wolf."

Wednesday tilted her head to the ground, a look of contemplation on her face. "Sounds perfect."

Enids eyes widened. "Are you kidding me? My life would be officially over. I'd be kicked out of my family pack with no prospect of finding a mate."

Wednesday's head tilted to the other side. "I'm failing to see the problem here."

Enid scoffed. "I could die alone!"

"We all die alone Enid." Wednesday deadpanned.

Esmeria shook her head. "Not if I have anything to say about it."

Confusion filled Wednesday's face as Enid sighed, placing her head in her hands. "You really suck at this." She turned to Wednesday and spoke again, her voice shaky, tears in her eyes. "Cheering people up?"

Wednesday shifted, looking uncomfortable. "Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm upset!" Esmeria jumped slightly at the outburst, moving her arm off Enid's shoulder before the werewolf got mad and tried to eat the young god's arm. Enid wrapped her arms around herself and gave Wednesday a side-eye. "Haven't you ever cried? Or are you above that too?"

Wednesday moved closer to the railing and looked down. "It was the week after Halloween. I was six years old. I took my pet scorpion, Nero, out for his afternoon stroll, and we were ambushed. They wondered what kind of freak would have a scorpion for a pet. Two of them held me down and made me watch, while the others ran Nero over until..." She paused. "It was snowing when I buried what was left of him. I cried my little black heart out. But tears don't fix anything. So I vowed to never do it again."

Esmeria was filled with rage. The thought of Wednesday being upset filled her with more anger than she had ever felt before and it made her want to scream. Enid seemed to realize something and turned to look at Esmeria. "I just realized something. Do you cry? I've never seen you cry."

"Yeah, I cry. Just because I'm a god doesn't mean I don't cry."

Enid narrowed her eyes. "When was the last time you cried in front of a living being?"

Wednesday nodded, happy that 'The Mystery Of Esmeria Roman' was untangling once more. Esmeria sighed. "I was four. I was with my uncle and aunt, Percy and Annabeth Jackson, when we got the news that my Uncle Jason had been killed. They took me home, and I cried for the rest of the day. When my father found me, he gave a lecture on how Jason was 'just another soul' and that I 'shouldn't be crying' because people die every day. So I made the logical decision that if I couldn't cry about death without being scolded, I shouldn't cry about anything at all in front of people ever again."

Esmeria could feel the tears already collecting in her eyes and quickly stood up. "I should go. See you guys later."

Enid nodded, dazed at the story. Esmeria swung her legs over the edge of the railing and slipped into the shadows beneath.

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And they tried to convince us he isn't hot while he can't help but look like that

girl with a backwards hat lezzing out in the woods i said oh im sure

The Rose And Her Thorn

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This may not be very good, but here you go!

Word Count: 1482

Part 1.

To most who crossed her path, Esmeria Roman was considered abnormal. She was 5'0, with silky dark brown hair and the most enchanting pair of stormy gray eyes that anyone had ever seen. Her family was a complicated one. Not that she was complaining, they were wonderful in her opinion, but they were considered just as abnormal (if not more so) as Esmeria. Her father was Hades, Lord of the Underworld, and her mother was Persephone, Goddess of Spring.

No one knew that of course. If people found out that her parents were Greek gods, her whole life, everything she had worked so hard to achieve, would go up in smoke. Only two people knew of Esmeria's parentage. The first was Larissa Weems, headmistress of Nevermore Academy, the school for outcasts (Vampires, Sirens, Werewolves, and people with powers in general). The second was Enid Sinclair, one of Esmeria's best friends.

You may be wondering, 'If it's a school for outcasts, why can't anyone know who her parents are?' The answer to that question is that to normies, the gods are simply myths, and it's best that they stay that way. It just makes it easier if the outcasts don't know either.

Esmeria got most of her powers from her mum, being able to manipulate plants and a little bit of the weather. She could manipulate the dead (animals and humans), but she could only do it once every so often, as it took a lot of energy out of her. Which is why she was now lying on Enid Sinclair's bed, half asleep, the young werewolf trying to cheer her up.

"Come on, Esmè! My new roomie's getting here today. Can you at least act happy for me? Please?"

Esmeria groaned, cracking her eyes open to glare at Enid. "You were the one who wanted to cuddle the squirrel, Enid."

Enid pouted, opening her mouth to speak, only to hear the door creak open. Esmeria lifted a finger, speaking the words, "Ding dong." Before rolling over as if to go to sleep while she listened to the voices of those who had entered the room.

"It's so... vivid." She heard a man's voice say, being immediately followed by Enid's perky, "Howdy, roomie!"

She sat up as Larissa Weems spoke. "Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair."

Esmeria sat up on the bed, five heads turning to look at her, with three unfamiliar faces. The two oldest were a man and a woman, clearly married. The woman was stunning. She was tall, with long black hair and a long black tight-fitting dress. Her husband was shorter, also with black hair, wearing a grey pinstriped suit.

There was a girl standing between them (Wednesday), and she was the most beautiful person Esmeria had ever seen. Her long raven black hair was done into two braids that framed her face, and her fringe stopped just above her equally as dark eyes. Her skin was almost as pale as snow, and her eyes glared out at the room before her.

Esmeria paused for a second, regaining her composure, and walked calmly over to the small group, Weems smiling in a welcoming manner at the brunette's presence. "And this is Esmeria Roman, our resident florist."

Esmeria frowned at the headmistresses little jibe about her powers. "You know I resent the flower jokes, Larissa."

Enid glanced between the two, eventually stepping foward to speak to Wednesday. "Are you feeling okay? You look a little... pale."

Esmeria's eyes widened. "Enid you can't just ask that." She hissed.

Wednesday tilted her head imperceptibly, noticing the brunette's slight Italian accent.

Wednesday's mother moved foward a bit. "Wednesday always looks half dead."

Enid nodded lightly. "Oh." She then surged forward, arms wide for a hug. "Welcome to Ophelia Hall!"

Wednesday stepped backwards with a minorly disgusted expression on her face at the same time that Esmeria tugged Enid backwards, correctly assuming that Wednesday wasn't a hugger.

Enid shrugged, a smile still bright on her face. "Not a hugger. Got it."

Esmeria tuned out of the conversation slightly, as a small buzzing noise filled her head. She caught the words: "Please excuse Wednesday, she's allergic to colour." The buzzing slowly receded as Enid said: "Oh, wow."

Esmeria stepped foward, standing next to Enid. "If you don't mind me asking, what happens?"

Wednesday tilted her head, speaking flatly. "I break out into hives and the flesh peels off my bones."

Esmeria grinned, turning to Enid. "Enid, do you still have the death book I left here?"

Enid rolled her eyes. "Next to the pens."

Esmeria nodded and ran over to find it. Larissa sighed. "Sorry about her, she's a bit... morbid. Anyway, we've special ordered you a uniform, Wednesday." She chuckled.

Esmeria walked back to the group, a notebook clutched in her hand, pen scribbling furiously at the paper. Larissa sighed. "Enid, please take Wednesday to the registrar's office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way. Maybe take Esmeria with you? I don't want her to blow anything up again."

Enid nodded, and so they were off.

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Enid, Esmeria and Wednesday were walking around the school, Enid chattering away happily, Esmeria looking very bored. "Nevermore was founded in 1791 to educate people like us. Outcasts, freaks, monsters, fill in your favorite marginalized group here."

Wednesday turned to look at Enid. "You can save the sanitized sales pitch. I don't plan on staying here for long."

Esmeria frowned, tilting her head. "Why not?"

"This was my parents idea." Wednesday glanced over to a picture containing an old fencing team. "Oh look, there's my mother smirking at me." She turned her head back to the blonde and brunette. "They've been looking for any excuse to send me here. It's all part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan."

Enid smiled slightly. "What plan?"

Wednesday turned back to look at the other two. "To turn me into a version of themselves."

Esmeria grinned (she seemed to be doing that a lot around Wednesday). "Well then, perhaps you can clear something up. Rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school, and your parents pulled some strings to get you off."

Wednesday walked past Enid and Esmeria. "Actually it was two kids, but who's counting?"

Esmeria sighed in happiness, clutching Enid's arm. "Enid, she's perfect."

Enid raised an eyebrow, gazing at Esmeria in confusion. "How are you this whipped already? You know what, nevermind. Come on!"

And they walked after Wednesday.

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Enid spread her arms out. "This is the quad."

Wednesday spoke, taking the words right out of Esmeria's mouth. "It's a pentagon."

Enid sighed, walking away with the two short girls following her. "The whole snarky goth girl thing might have worked at normie school, but here things are different. Let me give you a wiki on Nevermore's social scene."

"I'm not interested in participating in tribal adolescent clichés."

"Well then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain." Enid said, somewhat smugly, and Esmeria rolled her eyes at her friend.

Enid spoke again, with a smile this time. "There are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales." She counted them off on her fingers. "Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires."

Esmeria leaned close to Wednesday's face. "Some of them have literally been here for decades."

Enid smiled, walking further foward. "That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, AKA werewolves. Like me!" Upon spotting her, all of the Furs started howling at Enid.

The trio stopped walking, all looking out at the quad (pentagon). Esmeria spoke this time. "Full moons get pretty loud around here. That's when Furs like, wolf out. I suggest you pick up noise-canceling headphones. Or you can bunk with me!"

Wednesday turned to look at her, and a blush spread across the brunette's cheeks. "My dad pulled some strings, so I don't have a roommate. I soundproofed my room so I can't her them, and they can't hear me."

Wednesday nodded slowly, then turning to look at Enid. "I'm assuming Scales are sirens?"

Enid nodded. "You catch on quick. And that girl, Bianca Barclay, is the closest thing Nevermore has to royalty. Apart from Esmeria, but that's something different."

Wednesday's head turned back to Esmeria, who moved closer to Enid, now standing in the middle. "I don't understand why we can't just kill her."

Wednesday was intrigued. Enid was not. "Because, Esmé, murder is illegal."

Esmeria rolled her eyes. "That has never stopped me before."

Both of Wednesday's eyebrows had now disappeared behind her fringe. Had this sweet girl really killed people? If so, how did they anger her to the point of committing murder? As much as she did not want to admit it, Wednesday liked Esmeria Roman. The mystery surrounding her was one that Wednesday wanted to untangle.

today is the best day ever im gonna wear my grogu pjs to school, im making gingerbread houses, and i get to go see moana 2 !!

R.I.P Her Royal Highness Queen Elizabeth👑

This face is something so serious wow

Oh my god Mari and Coach Ben spraying each other with mace was so funny🤣🤣🤣