#[i get wednesdays off]

[boojangs]

I fully believe that after a long day of existing, Wednesday crawls into Enid's lap and takes a nap. Doesn't matter what her wife is doing, she's just creeping her way up into Enid's arms and taking her little kitten nap to recharge from having to socialize. Enid is fully used to this and often wears big comfy sweaters to make her wife more comfortable. Yes, she beams the entire time, and kisses Wednesday's head because that is her hard-earned right.

[goosethepumpkin]

Wednesday: what is this vile creature doing on my lap. Enid: it’s called a cat wends, and it likes you. Wednesday: disgusting, it likes me? it should fear me. FEAR ME VILE CREATURE. Cat: *meows* Wednesday: IT SPEAKS. Enid *fed up with Wednesday and the cat*: it also is a creature of the evil. Wednesday: you’re hired vile creature. let’s commit murders. Cat: *meows in agreement* Enid: *sighs*

[goodluckbabeheffron]

WEBGOTT & buddy holly by weezer

[tornado1992]

Do you guys think that Sonic has scars?

Not like Tails’, definitely not like those. Tails’ scars are from ripping fur, burning flesh, badly healed broken bones, deep cuts, and stuff he doesn’t even remember, from before he even met Sonic and started fighting Eggman. So many scars. He’s covered in them, his fur hides them, so he’s lucky that his tails are the fluffiest part of him, that’s where he has the most scars, hes not exactly ashamed of his scars, they show what he’s survived, they show that he came through all that. But still, most of them are a painful reminder that he had to survive, not live, survive.

Now Sonic… Sonic has very few scars, almost none of them from fights or Eggman encounters, his dumb bots couldn’t ever dream of hurting him, he was way too fast for that, way too strong. So they’re not from those fights, no, they’re from something completely different.

All the baby fox fangs marks in his hands, all the deep scratches from tiny little claws in his chest and the back of his arms, all the little cuts close to his face, all of them.

Sonic is proud of those scars.

He’s proud of those scars, because each and every of those scars are a reminder that he baby fox that caused them survived, because every time Sonic bled because of that kid, it was worth it.

Because he tried to bathe him when he was more blood and mud than fur. Because he forced him to take medicine when he was sick. Because he hugged him every time he had a nightmare and wouldn’t wake up even if it meant he would instinctively try to hurt him in the process. Because he held him and didn’t let go even when he felt tiny claws digging and ripping in his skin.

Those scars meant his little brother still wanted to survive. Those scars meant Sonic did everything to make sure he would live.

He’s proud of those scars.

[buglaur]

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

I think Wednesday's "Damn girl is starting to fall hard, even if she's not aware yet" was when Enid saw her for the first time and her first reaction/instinct was to run up and show Wednesday unabashed friendship and affection with no hidden agenda. TT0TT

Like she is probs the first person to ever do that for her (outside her family) and girlie didn't realize how much that meant to her ajkfldjsaklf

Like after that it was all downhill from there for Wednesday. She'd been smittened. Smoted? Smited? Regardless she's donezo. Down and out. She ain't coming back the same. She might not be aware of it just yet but she'll figure it out jkldasjfsa

[tequiilasunriise]

Sapphics are so wild because instead of directly going for ‘I love you’ they say things like, “The mark you have left on me is indelible” and, “You are my only friend. I am undone without you” and, “She is not protecting me, Adam, and I am not protecting her. We’re protecting each other” and, “It is incredible how essential to me you have become” and, “I must no longer accept being a stranger to you” and, “Because we work. We shouldn’t, but we do” and, “How could I be there for her if she doesn't let me? …..What if I needed her here for me?” and, “I can’t keep my promise, because the entire pont of me is you. There is no me without you” and, “I have been dull; I have missed you. I do miss you. I shall miss you. And if you don’t believe it, you’re a longeared owl and ass” and SO much more and then they expect us to just act normal about it.

[myymi]

“Come on, Mangey.” Prim sighed, placing a hand on her hip as she grabbed the bridge of her nose. The mentioned fox tilted his head at the bat. “It's only three letters.”

“I thought he'd get ‘fly’ immediately.” Gnarly grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Considering that's what he does now.”

“He can say feelings just fine, but can't get fly.” Thorn mumbled, shifting slightly against Birdie. The group were relaxing in the treehouse, soaking in the warm sun.

Mangey was curled up in the newest member’s lap, a scruffy blue hedgehog with incredibly messy quills. They'd met him when the little fox had wandered off one day without letting any of them know. The hedgehog had found him asleep in a pile of mud and managed to bring him back to the group safe and sound.

“Maybe he's just not ready yet.” The hedgehog, Spirit, suggested. He was idly scratching the fox's ear, leaning against a tree. “I mean, I couldn't talk until I was thirteen.”

“Really?” Prim asked, let the hand on her nose fall to her side. “What got you talking?”

“I don't think there was a specific thing.” Spirit shrugged, “My brother and sister tried for years to get me to talk. Nothing different happened. I just couldn't talk one day and then the next it was the easiest thing in the world.”

“So you're saying we're gonna have to wait until he's thirteen for him to talk?” Gnarly asked, clearly not happy about waiting.

“Maybe. Or shorter or longer or maybe even never at all.” The teen looked down at the kit in his lap, smiling when he saw him sleepily rub his eyes. “He'll talk again when he's ready. Nothing we can do but wait.”

Mangey let out a squeaky yawn before deciding to fully curl into a ball atop the hedgehog’s lap. The soft petting made him sleepy.

Spirit smiled fondly at the kid, reaching over to grab a piece of fabric to use as a makeshift blanket.

“Guess we can't argue that.” Prim mumbled with a shrug, looking back over her shoulder. “Hangry’s been gone a while. I'm gonna go check on him.”

“I'll come with you.” Thorn decided, already on her feet before the bat could refuse her company. Prim went to question it, but stopped when she noticed Spirit was starting to drift off too.

“You come too, Gnarly.” She quietly said instead, motioning for the echidna to follow. He looked confused, but followed the girls with only a few grumbles.

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@000marie198 enjoy your fluff <3

[shannonsketches]

[barblaz-arts]

I finally managed to find a good lineless journal. I can doodle whenever i want again hehehehehe

[sysig]

Wuh oh (Patreon)

Bonus:

The novel experience of being crushed by a giant rock, a visual metaphor

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

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don't have a lot of new stuff for the fics i've been sharing lately, so today smth different - coffee shop au is back! progress is constantly being made (slowly, but still lol) - so here's a lil buckley siblings moment (I haven't shared a buck and eddie moment in a minute lmao need to fix that soon haha)

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“What?” he rolls his eyes.

“You’re crushing so hard.” she teases, and he feels his cheeks heat up.

“Shut up.” Buck grumbles, as he grabs a cloth to wipe down the counter just to have something to do. “Not like it matters anyway, he has someone.”

“Really?” Maddie frowns, tilts her head. “Did he tell you that?”

“Not in so many words.” 

“So how do you know?” she prods.

“He ordered for two people.” he says, and only when Maddie laughs, he realizes how stupid and presumptive that is. It could be for anyone, even for himself. Hell, Buck would often order something for himself and for Maddie. Didn’t Eddie say he had an abuela and a tia here? “Shut up, I know.” he groans and covers his face with his hands – and the dirty cloth that’s still in his hand.

“Ew, gross.” Maddie chuckles and pries the cloth out of his hand, dumping it on the counter. “You can be so dense sometimes.” she shakes her head. “When Eddie saw you today, his face literally lit up. He’s been waiting for you to get him his coffee, even though I could’ve done it. If you ask me, he’s crushing, too.”

“Good thing no one asked you.” Buck mutters, and Maddie playfully swats at his arm. “Ow!”

“Just ask him out, Buck, what’s the worst that could happen?” Maddie asks, before turning away just as the door opens and a customer walks in.

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[premamelody]

Despite your ask block rage...

DO DERG UZI X N!!!!!!

ask and u shall receive

[quinn-pop]

hey wouldn’t it be funny if Susie made a robot to hold onto her memories for her. cause. cause yeah. okay bye

[hraugur]

“It’s certainly getting to Enid. The thought of Xavier even trying to flirt with Wednesday makes her nails, claws now dig into her fingers, it makes her stomach tighten and a furious lump moves up her throat, her vision tinting red at the edges.” -there it is again, that funny feeling by @camomile-t this fic has it’s fangs in me gosh darn it

[prettybabybaby]

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: dark!xavier, fem!reader, noncon dry humping, somnophilia

¡ wednesday masterlist !

you still hadn't woken up and xavier hoped you wouldn't. not when he was so close.

his body was hot, growing clammy at his slow ministrations that kept him satisfied but you oblivious. his shirt stuck to his chest and his hold on your shoulder was almost too tight but each attempt to loosen it was pointless. as another wave of arousal flowed through him, his fingers curled around the slope of your shoulder.

xavier’s hips pushed against you, the light, slow thrusts aiding his upcoming release. you sighed in your sleep, the breathy sound causing his hard cock to throb. his hand trembled as he tried to keep himself from speeding up, waking you from your slumber.