#wednesday would love him

[woednesdayaddams]

♱ continued from HERE

she ponders the idea, a wicked grin slowly growing unto her visage, “i find murder far more compelling than mere manipulations.” she marches towards @ichorlet, taking a comfortable seat next to him, a glint of yearning flickering in somber colored hues. his proposal taken into consideration, becoming immortal. it’s blissful, fulfilling. cheating death, compelling unfit humans to obey her orders. what’s not to yearn for? elbow rests upon the sofa’s arm, hand holding her chin. she’s displaying pure interest since his words hold great value to her. even the promise of a deathless life at some point leaves wednesday enthralled.

“is it an oath i’m sensing?” macabre sense of joy hatch unto her, allowing at last to exhibit morbid sentiments that swirl within. “don’t offer false hope to girls my age, you know we can get menacing.” an advice, sprung from nothing but malignity that defines her being. wednesday’s gaze focused on armand, had her hues cohere a lighter color, coal coated pupil would be discernable in displaying the pulsing motion raising her emotions from the dead. “eye for an eye. tell me about some of your adventures and i’ll share mine.” chin rises up, unblinking stare not letting him out of sight. “and don’t you dare dismiss me, father told me you’re visiting. in fact, he sent me to convince you to stay the night. it’s horrid seeing him elated, so i hope you’ll entertain my disgruntlement.”

[ruporas]

endless love!

[ID Two drawing collage pages of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. In the first collage, top corner, Wolfwood looks upwards disgruntled with a flushed expression, lying against a pillow, as his hair is being pet by Vash's hand. Next shows Vash and Wolfwood from behind, Wolfwood with his top bare and hickies covers around his nape area. Vash lifts hair away from his nape and asks, "More?" Wolfwood nervously says, "No." Next is a side profile of Vash, his arms around Wolfwood from behind while Wolfwood rests his hands against Vash's arms. Next to this are two smaller drawings; Vash turns to Wolfwood and says repetitively, "Wolfwood, Wolfwood..." Wolfwood, not looking at him, says "What?" He finally turns his head and looks shocked as he exclaims, "So close!" Vash says plainly, "You just noticed?" Below these is a drawing of Vash and Wolfwood sitting together as Vash kisses and hugs him from behind with his right arm around Wolfwood's neck and his left hand around his side. He also has his right leg propped against Wolfwood's knee. Bottom of the page has a comic. Wolfwood looks annoyed, speaking to himself, "Where is that idiot?! Need to get out of town before--" A chat bubble exclaims, "Wolfwood!" The next panel shows Vash running from the townspeople, small text saying "Get him! Vash the stampede!". Wolfwood, mad and about to pull the Punisher off his shoulder, says, "Argh, you fucking dumbass!" Vash exclaims, "Ah, don't!" before pulling Wolfwood into a quick kiss. He then tugs on Wolfwood's collar and says, "There's no need to shoot, just run!" Wolfwood stammers, "R-right..." with a flushed, dumbstruck expression.

Second collage; Top left, Wolfwood spoons Vash in bed, his arms around his chest and the other beneath Vash's head. Vash has his hand on top of Wolfwood's as he sleeps while Wolfwood lies awake. Behind this drawing is faint sketches of Vash's face. In a small panel, Wolfwood hides in Vash's neck as he mumbles to himself "Stop. Stop thinking embarrassing things, Wolfwood..." Beneath this drawing is another of them in bed, Vash now turned to Wolfwood and a hand on his cheek as he kisses him good morning. In a simpler style, Vash wraps an arm tightly around wolfwood with the text "snork mimimi" next to him while Wolfwood says, "We need to get up. Spikey! HEY!" In this corner, there are faint sketches of Vash and Wolfwood; one of them looking at each other; Vash kissing Wolfwood's forehead; Wolfwood saying, "Hand" with an outstretch hand and Vash says "ok" behind a drawing of them holding hands, both turned away from each other shyly. Next is a 4 panel comic. First shows Wolfwood's face getting squished by Vash's hands with the text "squish" around his face. Next, his cheeks are stretched with the text "Chee--" Wolfwood then hits Vash's face with his palm, exclaimining "That hurts!" The last shows Vash on Wolfwood's lap, smiling to himself as he continues to have Wolfwood's face in his hands. Next to this is another comic; A close up of their hands, Vash holding Wolfwood's with both of his. He then kisses the palm of Wolfwood's palm and says, "They're soft!" Wolfwood looks at him with flushed cheeks, "There's no way that's true..." END ID]

[tornado1992]

Sonic is acting strange.

From the moment he entered the cave at the top of the mountain and going on even after Shadow finished the battle, he was more energetic, talking faster than usual, to his friends’s eyes happier than they had ever seen him before. But deep inside his mind and heart, he felt more melancholic than anything.

Rouge said something about to going visit Shadow, wherever he’d gone, though it’s not probable that Shadow would gift her a powerful gem of inter dimensional proportions, it’s still a possibility. He finds himself comfortable with the idea of either of them guarding it, after all, Shadow would never let it bring chaos to their lives again, and now he knows Rouge it’s a better leader than he could ever be, they both would make the right call.

Sparring with Knuckles was as much of a way to get the stress out of his system as it is a reminder that the guardian isn’t a glory driven danger prone sailor, nor a extremely paranoid jungle survivor, and definitely not a soldier willing to hit an 8 year old if it means saving the world, no, he’s just Knucks. Ready to put him back in his tracks every time he goes off, same old Knucklehead.

Asking Amy to help him bake a cake to celebrate their victory on the mountain took her by surprise, not expecting Sonic to have the consideration or patience to think about and prepare that kind of gift just so their friends would enjoy it together. But what really shook her to the core was how many times he thanked her through the making, in his mind just one of those “thank you” was for the cake, the rest of them were for everything else.

Tails knows Sonic is acting strange.

it wasn’t just the sudden consideration on his words and actions, but also the eagerness to just spend time with them, an insane amount of time in which he paid attention to everyone and everything, he looked to the sea as if it was more of a new racetrack than an obstacle to his speed, he turned his sight to the sky as if he’d forgotten it was blue, and gazed to the palm trees as if he’d never seen one before. But most of it all, between his friends and the rest of the world, Sonic was looking at him.

It wasn’t the normal look he’d give him everyday, being the only one Sonic hadn’t been alone with since the mountain battle was weird enough, they would usually race and joke together after every battle, but not this time; Sonic was actively keeping him at arms length while never getting his eyes off of him, It didn’t matter who was Sonic talking to or what was he doing, if Tails was around, he was looking at him.

Every time he was smiling he would look back to see if he was smiling too, when one of his friends tried to approach him Sonic would instantly get in their way without any more reason than to talk to them, if there was a sudden movement or loud noise Sonic would turn to him as if to expect him to be gone, the calmness in his body being noticeable every time he found him.

It felt wrong, it felt distant, it felt as if he was a problem. He hasn’t felt like this in years.

Hours and hours later when their friends finally got too tired of watching Sonic’s odd behavior they all went their own way for the night, with Rouge just disappearing in the dark, Knuckles claiming he had places to be, and Amy saying the day had drained her and she needed sleep, Sonic and Tails were finally alone.

The walk to Tails’ lab was quick, but quiet. The silence prevailed all the way before they entered the house and closed the door, then it wasn’t quiet anymore.

With the way Sonic practically launched himself over Tails knocking the air out of him as he hugged the kit tightly, both falling to the floor as Sonic held him against his chest with one hand while the other one placed itself securing the fox’s head just below Sonic’s chin. Tails was quiet, way too shocked with the sudden affection after a whole day of being so close while feeling so far away. But Sonic’s sobs and whimpers weren’t quiet at all.

They were loud and broken, not forming any comprehensible words as hiccups broke in every time it seemed like he was actually trying to say something, as if he held back from crying for hours, It felt guilty, sorrowful, and desperate.

Tails found himself breaking his silence and asking repeatedly “what’s wrong?!” as he reciprocated the hug just for Sonic to tighten his arms around him, breaking into fully crying this time, with a sea of tears falling from the speedster’s eyes to the genius’ head, not letting him go even for a second, not loosening his grip after what felt like hours of holding his little brother, who held him back just as tightly.

Even if the tears stopped, their embrace didn’t, with the morning warmth closer than midnight’s coldness the blue hedgehog found himself surrounding the sleepy fox as he fought sleep’s calling to stay with his big brother.

“I love you” was muttered to the boy’s ears as he was claimed by the land of dreams, in which he could fly all day with the shining star he called his brother.

Tails wasn’t sure if that whisper was part of his dream. Sonic knew it wasn’t

[magnolia-sunrise]

one sided // mutual

still obsessed with the intimacy of body language when the faces are obscured. inspired in part by Mead Schaefer's limitted palette paintings

[twiggyrogue]

I swear if Jace ends up having a religious reverence for Porter, I'll perish. If it ends up that he was the one who put the idea of killing a god in Porter's head, perhaps because then everyone would be able to see the man he's known the way he always seen him. And any worship that happens now is so zealous in the presence of overwhelming rage that devotion and obsession looks like one and the same. If that's their dynamic I'll fuxkinf scream

[5aph0]

Why do people forget that Tyler took Wednesday on that "romantic" horror film date in the crypt to distract her while Thornhill ransacked her room and stabbed Thing.

Everything he did was to manipulate her into a false sense of safety so their outcast hating bigot asses could complete their plan.

Tyler was shown to hate outcasts before Thornhill even entered the picture. The nice guy act was a ruse.

How very romantic.

Merry Christmas.

[shannonsketches]

[fatuismooches]

I think webttore and reader would have a humor that only they would understand. They would laugh so loud at an inside joke of theirs and it tends to annoy the other segments. Especially with their loud laughter together that would distract them, but would find reader endearing, but not the other person...

CANON. Webttore laughs in a lot of different situations. He laughs when he's annoyed. He laughs when he's amused. When he's angry. When he's just being his... 'normal' self. No agent else dares to laugh with him, and no segment is interested in his games. No one except you of course. Unsurprisingly, you're the only one who seems to understand him, and even more, play along. You and Webby would be an insufferable, unstoppable duo.

Another segment would say something and you'd give Webby the look, and immediately loud cackling follows, you trying to quell your giggles while Webby simply doesn't care. Or one of you would say something that seems normal and then just start giggling. Said segment doesn't even try talking again after that and the others are trying to block out the sound of the eccentric man's laughter ringing in their ears. Although they aren't fond of what you seem to be laughing at, they are fond of you so... they'll let it slide. For now. Still, they would be annoyed and a bit jealous. Is Webby's humor really that good? Why are you so connected with him? They can make you laugh too, you know! Just spend a bit more time with them, you'll see.

[fireyartccoon]

“Fox or not, you’re still my little buddy, Tails, and I can ensure you nothing will ever change that’’

This thing:

[buddiesmutslut]

I’m genuinely so fucking sick of the “you all would have loved it if it was Eddie who made that comment” take.

First of all, Eddie wouldn’t have made comment then, bc he knows how hard it is for Buck to talk about his emotions, & is REALLY good at giving him the space to talk about them, even if he does make jokes, they’re not out of pocket (the coming out scene, anyone? Breaking the tension with a joke & still being supportive without making a joke of his feelings.)

Secondly, even if Eddie DID make that comment, I’d probably still roll my eyes, but I’d be more willing to accept it. Do you wanna know why???

Who was the person that knew the details of what Buck was talking to his therapist about during their emergency session before the Buckley’s visit? Who is the first one they show at Buck’s side when he gets stuck in the warehouse trying to pull Saleh out after learning about Daniel?? Who is the one who was pacing downstairs in the station & making sure Buck was okay after the warehouse, and the one who warned him about his visitors??

Who was the one praying at Bobby’s bedside, right next to Buck in the hospital?

(I’ll give you a hint, it’s not the dude that’s had 10 minutes of fucking screen time that everyone forgot about post s1.)

It wouldn’t have been the same bc TOMMY AND EDDIE ARE NOT THE SAME. They are not on the same level of knowing Buck & understanding when to make jokes & what jokes to make. Your best friend, partner & co-parent of 6 years and the man that you haven’t even called your boyfriend yet are not on the same level of familiarity.

I get that you’re pissed that Tommy is being compared to Buck’s previous love interests (which would be the case, even if he wasn’t just as shitty & uninterested in Buck as a person as they all were) but if you genuinely think that he’s anywhere near Eddie’s level, EVEN PLATONICALLY, then I fear that you have been watching another show entirely, & I encourage you to watch more than just s7, bc that’s the only explanation I can come up with for why this fuck ass take exists.

[bobbimorses]

black widow & hawkeye #1

[novasillies]

double-whammie wip (not) wednesday

thank u infinitely to @patolemus for tagging me in wip wednesdays and things like that - i always wanna do them and then realise i KNOW NOBODY on this site and have no one else to tag. so. im just not gonna tag anyone. im tagging u tho. if u want..... pls.... plsplspls

this is what absolutely NOBODY asked for: an unfinished comic of a scene from my unfinished and unpublished sequel to my fic Twice And For All: Third Time's the Charm!! HELLO!!

(this is a moment in 3TC chapter 4 - To Be Torn Apart!!! XOXO) (THE FIC IS GONNA START TO BE POSTED ON NOVEMBER 7TH GUYS. GUYS. GUYS. ITS 60K WORDS ALREADY!!!!!!!)

there is only one page and it makes LITTLE TO NO SENSE OUT OF CONTEXTT (read in a wrestling PA voice)!!!! Forget brat summer, these boys are pulling up to chapter 4 in a full-throttle Ethel Cain Autumn! Or Fall, as the cool kids say. the game plan is to make a teensy comic for each chapter (as if there isnt enough chapter happening already at 14-18k words apiece) bcz im insane and cant think about anything else. that being said i decided to do this literally today and i started with chapter 4 for some reason. so we will see!!

Seriously tho, I am too weirdly embarrassed by my writing to do wip wednesdays like a normal person (it IS NOT WEDNESDAY) so. WOOO

Literally anyone else who sees this. pls pls share ur wips. pls. I need sustenance.

[riessene]

continuing the little freak who suffered more than jesus tuesday

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday

aka something i started writing in a fever dream last night lol (the anakin pov of 'hold my heart more gently than you do my throat')

(so squick tag:a/b/o, reversal au, dub-con, dubious morality the whole thing)

What Vader’s precious padawan doesn’t seem to realize about himself is that he is young. 

And he is restless. 

Perhaps he thinks in his panic and his pain that the best place for them to go is to some seaside cottage where they will spend the rest of their days locked away from society—Vader because he has revealed himself to be a monster. 

And Obi-Wan, because he still loves him despite his monstrosity.

Perhaps he thinks this is what he needs, what they need.

To be farmers. Traders. Fishermen. 

But Vader knows his padawan better than anyone else in the galaxy, even himself. He knows that he longs for more, that he cannot just sit by the ocean when people are suffering, when lives are at stake, when there are actions he can take to relieve that suffering—to save those lives.

It is what would have made him such a good Jedi, if Vader had not gotten there first.

And yet it is Obi-Wan who looks at him suspiciously when he lets the ship touch down outside a small shack. Vader bites at the inside of his cheek so he will not roll his eyes.

Always suspicious. Always questioning. Always pushing back against him as if Anak—Vader has not spent the past four years trying to give him what he wants. Anything he wants.

At least now there is nothing and no one stopping him from pushing his stubborn padawan up against the wall of the ship to kiss him quiet. At least now he is allowed to slip his hands under the bands of his padawan’s tunics and press his fingers into the soft skin of his thighs, his hips.

“Nhhg, Anakin,” Obi-Wan complains, pulling his head away and freeing his mouth. “Stop it, we must—there are messages we must get ou—“

“Can’t I touch it, sweetheart?” Vader asks, taking advantage of Obi-Wan’s tilted head to nuzzle into his throat, over his scent gland. What a sweet padawan he has, to allow him to scent him so freely over the last few years. Anakin will never leave him bare again. “The cunt I gave up an empire for?”

[eatmy-customjorts]

i wonder what he's listening to

[eidolons-stuff]

Enid: "He stoned Wednesday" *shaking*

*Yoko rushes over to Enid to hold her*

Bianca: *walks to face Ajax*