#loving you wednesday

[klugpuuo]

📺📺📺 for any character of choice!!

amitie in kirby's epic yarn, (gijinka) marx in splatoob, and radical edward in BEYBLADE!!!!!! VURST

[evgar]

guess who's back in her wenclair era

[wowitsverycool]

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Tails talking in science-y language, being met with a blank stare or something of the like by Sonic, then sheepishly rephrasing it for him is something that'll never get old 😂

It's even funnier when you remember that technically the Tornado belongs to Sonic, and yet Tails knows it better 🤣

And it's been going on since the ole days

[ministarfruit]

day 2: please be gentle ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[areallygayloser]

Enid: You know, I carried you for 9 months-

Viper looks up at Enid, cooing away.

Enid: You came out, having the everloving nerve—

Wednesday enters the room.

Enid: Looking nothing like me!

Enid holds Viper next to Wednesday’s confused face in the background.

Wednesday: What do you mean? She looks plenty like you.

Enid: Oh yeah? Look in the mirror, then at her.

Wednesday gently takes Viper from Enid, standing in front of the mirror. She looks at Viper, then herself, Viper, herself. Wednesday begins to laugh.

Wednesday: She looks nothing like me!

Enid scoffs, then it dawns on her, she opens her phone and scrolls through her photos. Opening a picture of Wednesday as a baby.

Enid: Look!

Wednesday stalks over, then takes the phone and squints at the picture. She looks at the picture, then Viper, picture, Viper.

Wednesday: Well I’ll be damned..

Viper giggles, reaching for Enid again. Wednesday hands her off to Enid, which causes Enid to erupt in laughter.

Enid: Damn you, Wednesday. And your stupidly strong Addams genes.

Wednesday cracks a smile, but soon loses her composure.

[nikogane]

a redraw of a panel from @leenfiend's comic!!

[escyn]

some more thoughts about Her (Suki aged 25-30)

+ some bonus zukki

[donelywell]

February 29- March 2 2024

The first time Sonic went Super in Road Trip wasn't exactly as stunning to Tails as other au's and stories.

Tails is like maybe 5 here (I'm not actually that organized on the timeline for this au yet, I'm getting there though, things are getting in order.) and he wasn't forced to grow up and be a hero in this au. So he's a bit more childish than canon Tails because he doesn't feel as pressured to mature and grow up fast. Plus, he genuinely thinks Sonic is going to die and this is the last time he see's him, so tears are bound to come down.

Part 1

[klugpuuo]

Thank you *turns you into a silly funny Warrior cat :)*

YAYYYY YAY!!!!!!!!!

[cherrishnoodles]

HAPPY WILSON WEDNESDAY REPOST TO CELEBRATE WILSON WEDNESDAY!!!!

repost if youre a true wilsoner

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Ah yes, Sonic "I don't like physical affection much but when it comes to my brother I have no concept of personal space" the Hedgehog

[achromatophoric]

Enid: Willa, would you still love me if I was a worm?

Wednesday: Querida, if you were a worm, I would cultivate you. My every cut would be as surgically precise as your extraction of my heart. Your flesh I would divide, until it outnumbered the stars within your galaxy eyes.

Wednesday: I would cherish those trillion pieces of you as if they were my own atomized soul. Every single squirming sliver would be nurtured and nourished by my implacable adoration. Beloved. Seen.

Wednesday: Then, once those fragments have regenerated into a plethora of planarian perfection, a grandiose banquet shall be held in your honor. As the lone attendant, armored in my finest funeral blacks, I would gorge myself upon that raw feast of writhing you.

Wednesday: Simply put, my dearest Enid, if you were a worm, I would let you infest me.

Enid: O! M! G! Isn’t she just like, the most romantic ever?! 🥰

Yoko: 🤢

Divina: 🤢

Kent: 🤮

Eugene: 🤓 *gets the flatworm reference*

Bianca: Fucking Christ. I don’t know whether to hire a psychiatrist or a hostage negotiator.

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - unhealthy relationships, financial abuse, reader is implied to be a sugar-baby/sex worker, unbalanced power dynamics.

Mei is a woman who can put a price on anything.

You've seen her talents first-hand. Hell, you'd only gotten together in the first place because she decided you were a commodity worth the expense, or in her words, because 'you'd be more valuable with me than anywhere else'. Some of her earliest gifts were little more to foder to prove that she had enough wealth stowed away to not only afford you, but make you hers exclusively - skin-tight diamond chokers, ornate harnesses strung with crystals and pearls, rings studded with pale sapphires that were nearly too heavy to lift. You'd kept the pricetags from everything she gave you in a drawer in your shoebox of an apartment, and as a show of kinship, she decided to keep you.

Really, you could only be thankful you fell into the hands of someone so appreciative. As someone so easy to buy, you can't think of a customer more suited to you than Mei.

Your relationship's too far along for her to be so blatant with her intentions, now, carrying a pretense of affection that means she can't slip you a stack of bills and tell you, in no uncertain terms, that you'll be spending the night with her, but she still finds ways to mark you, to make sure she's always going to be the majority shareholder of your time. All your clothes are tailor-made, her initials embroidered into everything she has designed for you, and you can't remember the last time you wore a scent that she hadn't personally selected. She's careful with what she owns, but not so careful that she isn't willing to offer you tens of thousands of yen to wear the lipstick stain she left on the side of your throat like a designer product. She has a jealous streak, despite how indifferent she tries to act. That, or she just doesn't like it when other people tamper with her investments.

It's become an ongoing joke between the two of you - her possessive habits and your attempts to provoke them. You'll straddle her thigh and slot your chest against hers and pout as you ask how much she thinks the white-haired man across the room would offer for an hour with you, and she'll purse her lips and assure you that none of her 'coworkers' could afford such a gem. Once or twice, you've managed to pester a real answer out of her, always something in the millions and delivered in a clipped tone that meant it was time to stop asking, but more often, she'll take you by the hips and ask you if you plan on replacing her so callously. It's a fair reaction. You can't say she's ever made you think you might be up for sale.

When you can't bite back your curiosity, you drape yourself across her and ask how much she would give up to have you permanently, to keep you at her beck and call without having to stifle herself with allowances and borrowed platinum cards. She likes that question, practically purrs as she promises that, to her, you're priceless. It should be more comforting than it is, but somehow, you can't shake the implication that it's something she's considered, that if there was an amount she could forward to some unknown account, she would've done it long before you'd ever made the offer. You're glad she came to the conclusion she did. You're glad that, no matter how entitled she acts to every fiber of your being, every second of your time, she knows she'll never actually own you.

You're glad that, if she changed her mind, if she ever put a price on your head and decided it was worth the loss, she's kind enough not to tell you that you've already been paid for.

[just-an-ari]

Bonus:

I think many thoughts about them, and this a big one :) ofc it would be a whole process, but I think wenclair would definitely adopt a kid in the end

(the bonus is entirely self-indulgent though, I just needed wednesday falling in love instantly)

[areallygayloser]

Wednesday: After you.

Wednesday holds the door for a girl, pivoting her head with the slightest smirk.

Morticia, tapping Wednesday’s shoulder: You’re gay.

Wednesday: How would you know that?

Morticia: Your father did the exact same thing for me when we were young.

Morticia, again: You’re gay.