#None of these is Wednesday

[coffiicorgii]

… He’s right behind me isn’t he?

[dylan-hart]

(y/n): don’t you ever want to talk about your emotions, wends?

wednesday: no.

enid: i do!

(y/n): i know, enid.

enid: i’m sad.

(y/n): i know, enid.

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Enid: Some people perceive you as somewhat…

Wednesday: Tempestuous?

Enid: Heinous bitch, is the term used most often.

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Ever since I had the realization that I can just make an inmedias res of the idea that randomly attacks me without bothering myself with the boring context stuff around I've gotten quite the boost to write!!

This idea specifically popped into my head and was almost fully fleshed out while I was vacuuming the house last Sunday, enjoy

[2,350 words]

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"I don't need you to defend me y'know."

With shaking hands, Nine had anger bubbling inside of him every time his gloves got caught on the flimsy fabric of the bandage.

"By that you're implying I should've just let them rip into you like that?"

"It's none of your business." The fox grumbled and exercised every inch of self-control he had to not just rip the bandage away and Sonic's whole arm with it.

It was stupid, it was so so stupid, and Nine felt beyond guilty, but more than that he was angry.

Angry at Sonic for being an idiot, but what's new really.

"Hmm, pretty sure it was, I do not let bullying happen when I see it."

"That wasn't bullying-"

"We won't argue the definition of that word right now."

The hedgehog gave him a cheeky grin and rested his chin on the palm of his hand. The elbow of the hand was in turn propped up on his leg that bounced seventy-five kilometers an hour, which caused his whole body to shake, which, made Nine irritated even more because he couldn't get the bandage wrapped just right.

But he was done telling the other to stop moving, it was obvious he couldn't sit still for more than ten seconds. Not to mention that just getting him to sit down and get his infection prone, bleeding wound treated was incredibly difficult to begin with.

Besides that, how did Sonic have it in him to smile at him after having his fur stained with his own blood.

...After the taste of its iron was still fresh in Nine's mouth.

"Ok then let me rephrase; I don't want you to defend me." Nine could do that himself no problem. He could make anyone trying to hurt him run the other way if he really wanted to. He would've done just that had Sonic not been an idiot and gotten in the way.

"Then let me rephrase as well; I won't let anyone bully you when I can do something about it."

"I didn't ask for your help." Nine hissed and pulled the bandage just a bit too tight out of spite. Sonic didn't seem to notice.

"You never do."

"Because I don't need it."

"Uh-huh." Sonic hummed, unimpressed, his head slumping deeper in his palm.

The hedgehog fell silent after that. Nine dared just the quickest peek at his face and saw a solemn expression. Whatever, his reaction didn't matter, the wound was taken care of after he carefully used a medical pin to hold together the loose end of the bandage, he was done here.

He was about to put all the used supplies back in the medical kit, call it a day and disappear from everyone's radar until things have died down.

Sonic had different plans it seemed, as he just used his injured hand to grab onto Nine's and stopped him in his tracks.

"We're friends. Right Nine?"

Nine didn't answer, didn't lift his gaze from the bag of medical pins he was holding, didn't let go of the lingering backdrop of guilt lacing his throat.

"Friends rely on each other. Trust each other and help one another."

And he didn't like the tone of voice Sonic was using. It was too soft, almost sickly sweet, and too forgiving. But even with its many charms, it would not work on Nine, he knew what the hedgehog was getting at.

"I can rely on myself pretty well." He replied sternly and once again spared just a quick look at the other, making sure there was an appropriate amount of apathy in it. Then his eyes fell onto the bandaged arm, still holding his own, and lingered.

"And friends don't hurt each other to the point they draw blood, do they."

Nine knew very little about this whole friendship thing still, but this one was pretty obvious, he didn't need to ask.

"No, but they can make the necessary sacrifices for each other when it counts."

At that, all the bubbling frustration reached a boiling point, and Nine might've given into it just a bit too much.

He ripped his hand away, the pang of regret and guilt went buried under the much preferred anger as he gripped the bag of medical pins tighter, looking for something over the bed they were sitting on, he just needed something to exemplify his point.

There, lying about, he grabbed the surgical scissors and tossed them into the open metal box, causing a loud clatter and almost flipping the whole thing over.

"A necessary sacrifice as in having me almost kill you!?"

The action did its job to finally get the hedgehog in a more alarmed state, as he should be.

"Woa woa, it's gonna take way more than just one bite and stab to put me six feet under buddy! I thought that was pretty well established by now!" Sonic waved both his hands in front of him in a panicked surrender.

Nine then wordlessly glared at him. He knew Sonic was tough, he knew. But he also caught on the habit of the hedgehog downplaying his injuries and grievances towards others, and Nine couldn't stand that.

"Something tells me that the bite hurts you more than it hurts me."

"It, It doesn't hurt me." Nine took a second to harden his features further, but couldn't look Sonic in the face at all "Just pisses me off."

Another tense bead of silence during which Sonic only looked like someone spilled a hot coffee mug over him.

Nine sighed in resignation. He should shut up, talking just made everything worse today it seemed.

He finally dragged the medical box to himself, throwing all of the supplies into it in a somewhat organized way so it could be closed properly with a doubled click.

He continued staring at the two old-fashioned clips holding the lid and the bottom of the box together, all while the anger inside of him melted and froze over in a pool of guilt that only kept increasing in its volume as seconds ticked by.

"You want me to be angry at you, don't you."

Bingo.

Despite just deciding hes done talking, the "You should be" was said way louder than Nine intended.

"There's nothing for me to be angry about though."

He gripped the corners of the aid kit as he finally met the hedgehog face to face.

"There is- the, I BIT YOU!" He stammered over his words, dumbfounded, as if Sonic just couldn't get the most obvious thing in the world. "How is that something to NOT be mad about?!"

Sonic simply averted his gaze, gently rubbing his injury. "I mean, I can't stay angry at anyone for long, even if I wanted to."

Nine wilted, shoulders dropping in defeat and head tilting in genuine confusion. "How can you just... how can you just let things go like that?"

"Living in the moment and not letting past grievences slow me down." Sonic flashed him a toothy grin with fingerguns to acompany it. "Besides, It was what I bargained for wasn't it?"

"You knew I was gonna bite and you just went with it?!"

"Don't worry about it, I'm used to having fox teeth in my arms." Seems that the most reliable strategy Sonic had was to just keep chuckling and treat everything as if it wasn't a big deal to make an attempt at deescalating Nine's reaction.

An incredibly poor attempt, because each word that left his mouth only confused and irritated the fox further.

Exept this time what stumped Nine for good was the implication of his last answer, it took a second to click.

"Oh." And then it fully sank in. "Seriously?"

"Yep, a little biter he was. And a scratcher too." Sonic went to his muzzle, parting his peachy fur to reveal a barely visible set of scars in the warm lamplight.

Nine sat there in silence, still holding the first aid kit in his lap as if Sonic were to snatch it from him any second. He just needed something to keep him grounded and stop his hands from shaking, thats all.

Then his eyes fell on the bandage around the hedgehog's arm once again, dragging his whole expression down along.

"I'm sorry." Nine practically whispered. He should've apologized a long time ago, he really should've, but amidst his adrenaline-fueled panic and then the frustration, it didn't even cross his mind.

"Didn't quite catch that."

Now Nine didn't know if the other was deliberately playing dumb, because it didn't sound like he was daring or teasing him to humiliate himself out loud, there was way too much sincerity in that question. Whatever, it didn't matter. The least he could do was to bite the bullet he deserved anyway.

"I said, I'm sorry. For this whole thing." It still felt weird saying those words out loud. Embarrassing even. It was hard getting them out.

"For...that." he added with a shaky voice, pointing at Sonic's arm.

Yet Sonic only smiled. He always just smiled.

"Haha, seriously, don't sweat it! Aside from being used to it, It doesn't even hurt anymore, I heal pretty fast." The sincerity with which the hedgehog basically glowed made the corners of Nine's eyes sting.

He did not deserve to be treated so kindly.

"As I said, we're friends." Sonic scooted as close to him as possible while one of his legs still dangled over the edge of the bed.

He kept trying to change the subject, it was obvious, but Nine just couldn't let it go so easily.

"What does it change about the fact that you were bleeding because of me."

"C'mon bud I'm sure you know you've done worse than that."

...That hurt like a rusted nail through his throat.

But, well, it was true.

Nine felt his ears pin to his skull but made no effort to fight the instinct of shrinking on himself.

"Point is! A lot of things changed actually! You no longer have to rely just on yourself for everything."

Sonic was so, so desperate to brush this whole thing under a rug it was actually hilarious. But hey, it was good to know what he really thought of it. Of him. It's what he asked for after all...

While he was too busy blinking rapidly to try and keep his tears at bay, Sonic was attempting to pry his hands from the box. And despite Nine gripping it so hard it left barely noticeable dents in its soft metal, he succeeded.

Nine wasn't sure what the hedgehog wanted to do next and he expected anything but for him to hold his shaking hands in his. Well, more accurately, let Nine hold onto his fingers while Sonic ran his thumbs across his knuckles in a soothing back and forth motion.

"You know that if you actually succeeded at attacking Knux it would just snowball into more problems, right?"

Tch, even if violence wasn't always the answer, it sure as hell was when someone called him a freak.

"That, plus I just couldn't let him hurt you again."

The gentleness in Sonic's voice and hands burned through Nine's chest. It completely blurred his vision and made it hard to breathe properly.

"I just. I don't want to be a burden."

And even if he only saw undefined blobs of blue and beige through his peripheral vision before he just opted to shut his eyes for good, he definitely heard the way Sonic's whole demeanor completely sunk.

"You two are so painfully alike, y'know..." He let out a sad chuckle while giving Nine's hands a soft squeeze.

And then he went to prepare and say something to counter, but Nine shot first;

"You've done more than enough for me I- the least I c-can do is not bother you with my problems."

And he hated the way his voice threatened to completely break with sobs. He didn't deserve to be the one crying, there was nothing for him to even cry about.

"Pretty sure we live in the same house now- or universe, so you can't find a loophole you smart-ass." Sonic chuckled and blew a quick shot of air at the fox to get him to open his eyes again. "So, your problems are also my problems."

Aside from Nine's eyes now being further irritated and teary, he didn't even realize that he was subconsciously pulling away until Sonic dragged him back. And then the other leaned in as close as his vision allowed him to easily focus on the fox before him.

"Whether you like it or not."

The smile he gave afterwards had a layer of threatening positivity to it, the choice of being all alone was completely out of the window after this conversation it seemed.

Nine wasn't sure whether he was comforted by that or not.

"I'm not, I'm not used to that. Y'know, people helping me, or, or caring about me.." He cringed at himself for saying that out loud. A part of him really wanted to run away and hide, to never be found, while the other craved nothing more than to just sit here, and let Sonic hold onto him without a care in the world.

"Heh, I can tell. How good that we got plethora of time to change that." And the hedgehog shot him the softer version of his iconic grin as he clasped Nine's hands between his.

"You're really gonna waste your time on me with that?" If anything, Nine would concider it hopeless, just being around people irritated him to no end. How on Chaos' green planet was he supoused to get used to them poking their noses in his buiseness and trust them to not use his weaknesses against him.

"Hm, you betcha! That's what friends are for."

It just began sinking into place for Nine when suddenly Sonic's forehead gently hit his.

"And no time spent with you is a waste bud."

All of the tears being held at bay no longer had any restraint placed on them.

[moonchild-in-blue]

🍌 Banana Vessel 🍌

As requested, here's a separate post of @sleep-token Banana Vessel and @a-s-levynn B&W Banana Vessel with Tiny Banana Vessel. Bananaverse or whatever.

Also, all iterations of Peeled Boy with my original drawing and a real banana for scale.

[kiwiana-writes]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks @firenati0n for the tag!

So, this is NOT introspective rimming. You'd be forgiven for being confused, though, as it's yet another fic that was supposed to be a very quickly smashed out PWP specifically so I could shake the cobwebs in my writing brain loose, and is now being bogged down by Henry being Way. Too. In. His. Fucking. Head. (Let's not examine this recent trend too closely lmaoooo thisisfine.gif)

He mutters something that he intends to be an apology, though given the way his brain is firing off on all cylinders it’s equally likely to be an errant line of Byron or a half-remembered Taylor Swift lyric, as he shuts the door before fleeing to his room where he can bury his face in his hands in peace.  Alex had pulled away at the sound of the door opening, is the thing. He’d looked up at Henry with wide eyes and spit-slick, swollen lips, and Henry knows intrinsically that he will never be rid of that mental image. He’ll take it into the shower later, into bed tonight, into the rest of his natural life; if he hits his head tomorrow and winds up with some medically implausible form of amnesia, the key to unlocking his identity will be the enduring memory of a beautiful mystery man and his perfect, cock-sucking mouth.  Because Alex was—Christ, he was— “H?” There’s a sharp rap on his door; Alex’s voice, muffled but undeniably shaky, continuing after it. “Can I come in?”

Forever feeling feral for whatever y'all are up to, so tagging @affectionatelyrs @anchoredarchangel @anincompletelist @blairwaldcrf @celeritas2997 @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @cultofsappho @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @matherines @myheartalivewrites @ninzied @notspecialbabe @orchidscript @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @smc-27 @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday (yet more MLC)

Have some more Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing post-canon interactions from my long fic!

(You can find more excerpts here.)

Fang Duobing took a calming breath, and tried to approach it as though he were solving a mystery involving someone else. “How did you know he had shattered it himself? Did you know all along? Was it something you could tell from inspecting it?”

“I didn’t know until he lied about it.”

“Which time?”

A-Fei snorted. “I suspected when he said the person who shattered it would die. I knew when I asked him directly.”

“He wasn’t just lying with that story? You think he was talking about himself when he said the villain who did it wouldn’t live to cause more problems?”

A-Fei inhaled slowly, then nodded again.

Fang Duobing’s stomach lurched like he’d missed a step and was in free-fall. “He’s said something like that to me before. Back when you poisoned me with your gang qi. He said you were trying to convince him to save someone, and he said he wouldn’t do it, because the person you wanted him to save was a bad person. I didn’t realize he meant himself!” Fang Duobing’s breath hitched. “He’s been suicidal that long? Not just resigned to dying? And you blackmailed him into living a little longer, using me?”

A-Fei nodded. “Poisoning you kept him alive.”

Fang Duobing sat up straight. “I know! What if we–”

“–No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

A-Fei rolled his eyes. “Yes I do. And once was enough. I’m not doing it again.”

“Obviously you couldn’t be the one to do it. He’d never believe you’d hurt me. Not now, at least. But–”

“–No. He’d drain himself dry to heal you. And he’d blame himself for being the reason you were hurt.” A-Fei sighed. “Hurting you hurts him. Don’t do it.”

“Fine,” Fang Duobing said, deflating again, and trying not to pout about the fact that a-Fei didn’t want to poison him, which said a lot about how his life was going.

(Thanks to @howdaretrashships for suggesting this excerpt for this week!)

[stabbyfoxandrew]

once again asking for vampdrew (also, your thoughts on TSC?)

WIP Wednesday (4/17) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 110)

“They aren’t eavesdropping. They’re discussing your little prodigy and if I’ll end up killing him,” Andrew says, hoping to murder Kevin’s… enthusiasm. It works like a charm and the scent of his arousal evaporates instantly. Huh, if the mere mention of Neil can do that—

Oh shit, Andrew’s fangs threaten to pop again. Damn it. Neil Josten— boner killer and fang magnet. Andrew laughs internally. Neil is definitely not a boner killer. He’s so attractive it pisses Andrew off. He doesn’t have Kevin’s sexy polished appearance, rather he just looks good for seemingly no reason. Hmm...

Andrew wonders if there’s still blood on his face and if it would be worth it to try and lick it off. Something primal whispers into his head with another idea, Neil is only a few miles away. He’s So close. So close. Andrew could be there and back in minutes. He could even hide the body in the new construction site on campus. No one would ever—

“Andrew,” Kevin starts, pulling Andrew back to his senses once again. “Is Neil going to be a problem?”

“A huge problem. But I can handle it.”

“You said he smells almost as good as me…”

“Jealous?” Andrew asks, to push his buttons. He doesn’t expect it to work so well. But Kevin tosses his head and gives a haughty laugh.

“Of course not.” He lies, as if Andrew hasn’t got a front row seat to his mind. “I’m worried. I remember how you acted around me when I first came here. How fucking weird it was. I had no idea what was going on, but Nicky and Aaron were constantly and obviously removing me from your presence.”

Andrew huffs and rolls his eyes. “It wasn’t constantly.”

“It was. And it was noticeable. It freaked me out a lot,” says Kevin, the man raised in a cult. Okay, Maybe it was obvious. Andrew doesn’t remember anything but the need to taste him. Kevin clears his throat. “That being said… Should we start doing the same with Neil?”

“I don’t know yet,” Andrew answers honestly.

“We’ll do it if you need us to. Sort of run interference and keep you two away from each other.” Kevin says, a frown wrinkling his brow. “Except for practice. I don’t know what to do about practices.”

[minecraftbookshelf]

From Marriage of State AU

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Fwhip doesn’t so much push the curtain over the doorway of the tent open as he falls through it. Jimmy watches him make his unsteady way towards him with bleary eyes, not budging an inch from his precarious lean against the cot beside him.

Somehow, miraculously, Fwhip manages to make it over to the corner Jimmy is sat in without stepping on anyone’s wings. Which given the three pairs spread across almost the entire interior (because Joey had crammed himself onto Xornoth’s cot and refuses to budge) and Fwhip’s frequent stumbles is probably due more to luck than skill.

Fwhip drops into the rough wooden camp chair that had been provided for Jimmy with a hefty sigh and tips his head back, eyes closed, freckles standing out stark against his fish-belly pale skin. Jimmy can’t help but eye the ridge of his throat and think of how it would feel, crushed in his claws-

Beneath the bandages, his hand flexes, the muted pain of the scorched and torn webbing flaring sharp at the movement.

“How’s he?”

Jimmy blinks, processing the Grim Count’s question, the Mythlandic slow to make sense in his exhausted mind.

His eyes turn back to the still figure, laid out on his front on the bed, singed and battered wings spread.

He opens his mouth to speak and his voice first comes out as a croak, like a frog caught in a mangrove root. He swallows, licks his dried out lips (how long has he been sitting here?) and tries again.

“No change. The healers say we’ll know soon. He will either wake up or-“ he trails off, unable to say it out loud. “Both of them. By morning most like.”

Fwhip just grunts in acknowledgement. Jimmy can’t even gather enough energy to reach across to his mask and pull it closer to himself and further from Fwhip. Every bone in his body feels as heavy as the gold of Scott’s dowry. If he stepped into water he thinks he’d sink.

“How is Gem?”

Fwhip grunts again, he doesn’t move but he does open his eyes. His goggles are gone. Jimmy isn’t sure when he’d lost them. “She’s locked herself into a room with the Ender Dragon egg and kicked me out. She said I’m hovering.”

“Isn’t she-“

“Supposed to be in bed?” Fwhip snorts and rolls his head to the side to look Jimmy in the eye. “Yep. She kicked Sausage’s knee in to distract the healer and made a break for it.”

Jimmy winces in sympathy. Even if Sausage kind of deserves it. In his totally not biased opinion.

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AU Masterpost

[why-i-love-comics]

Strange #10 - "Attack on Emerald City" (2023)

written by Jed MacKay art by Marcelo Ferreira, Roberto Poggi & Java Tartaglia

[raikao3]

If Wednesday had a phone (aka an excuse for me to just draw the cast)

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

| | THE MANY FACES OF WES BORLAND | |

[jukeboxhound]

i really want to like netflix' wednesday and i do think jenna ortega has done an excellent job with what she's been given, but the writing/narrative choices make me want to scream in rage at how not-addams family they are

i think i'd enjoy the show much more if it weren't claiming to be the next installment of charles addams' legacy and just existed as its own thing 😭😭😭

[castielinpastel]

i would just like to point out that the argument “why can’t people just be friends anymore??” usually only comes up on posts about queer ships. not always, but 99% of the time.

[penelopwgarcia]

"I almost killed you"

"I'm tougher than you think"

wyler moodboard

[alrightbuckaroo]

Happy Wednesday, everyone! Thanks to @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @birdclowns and @three-drink-amy for the tags and also taking advantage of @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut's open tag! With the Parisian Summer Romance AU officially done; I'm finally working on the TK Turns 30 event story that's been bouncing around my mind. It's about, well, I'll let them explain what it's about:

“What is it?” Carlos asks as he watches TK trying to maneuver something out of Carlos’ sight. “TK? What are you trying to hide?” 

TK sighs and pulls out a piece of paper that’s got a list of things written in red ink. “You know how I watched a lot of romantic comedies growing up?” Carlos looks at TK, head cocked to the side and a look that reads all knowing.

“Right, you’re my husband, of course you know. Well, when I was thirteen, I made a list of all the things from rom-coms that I wanted to do with my boyfriend before I turned 30.” TK explains, looking over the sheet again. 

“30?” Carlos questions, wondering the significance of the age. He pieces it together when TK gives him a look that reads he should already know. 

“13 Going on 30,” They both say at the same time. 

“Got it,” Carlos replies, righting his misstep. 

TK looks down at the list as he reads over everything his optimistic teenage heart had in mind. “Go to The Shop Around the Corner, go to Katz’s Deli, and maybe find a way to meet at the top of the Empire State Building,” TK reads down the rest of the list, sighing as he places the paper away. “Oh well, just the wishful thinking of a thirteen year old in love with love.” 

Carlos is silent for a beat before picking up the paper and reading over it. TK’s still rummaging through the box, fidgeting with a Tamagotchi to see if it still works when Carlos says, “Let’s do it.”

“Excuse me?” TK asks, dropping the dead Tamagotchi back into the box. “Carlos, there’s gotta be at least fifteen things on there.” 

“And we’re in New York for the rest of the week for your birthday, right? We have dinner on Saturday but that gives us the rest of the week to do whatever we want,” Carlos replies as he continues reading over the list. “Though, we might need to skip the impromptu flash mob dancing to Thriller by Michael Jackson, I don’t think I can talk to that many people.”

“Carlos, you can’t be serious.” 

“TK, you made this list because you’re in love with love and I’m in love with you,” Carlos begins to counter. “Let me give you the 30th birthday you wanted.” 

no pressure tagging: @reyesstrand, @strandnreyes, @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @bonheur-cafe, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @lightningboltreader, @freneticfloetry, @rosedavid, @orchidscript, @paperstorm, @sanjuwrites, @catanisspicy, @basilsunrise and here's an open tag for anyone who wants to join the fun!