Reread the IDW Sonic 30th anniversary comic the other day and found this golden panel of the bros. Tails is just coated in leaves as they're running/flying and Sonic completely glazes over that 🤣
They're so sillyyyyy brubbers
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What do you think Sonic would say if he caught Tails eating his last piece of cake?
I feel like it depends on how Tails himself reacts to being caught, which would equate to Sonic’s reaction.
If he genuinely didn't know that Sonic was saving it and Sonic could see that, he'd accept the apology and just tell him to ask if it belongs to anyone before eating it.
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If Tails is acting like a little turd where he makes it fully known that he knew it was Sonic’s and makes the notion that he's not sorry for it, Sonic would take up on vengeance for the fallen slice of deluxe chocolate/cherry cake at that very second. Poor kid wouldn't even stand a chance.
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after what Aabria said about the Dictator having flat teeth in the front and back, and the preview shot of a stoat in a gas mask, I’m starting to get SERIOUS Animal Farm vibes. The animals in charge becoming human-like (in animal farm, the pigs living in the house and walking on hind legs; in burrows end, the first stoats having molars, wearing gas masks) as they take on the role of the thing they sought to destroy. And given the Soviet era influences I don’t think it would be that much of a leap.
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In terms of Wenclair nicknames, I believe in ‘Enid using Willa’ supremacy and φεγγάρι μου (‘my moon’ in Greek) is especially beloved to me, but I also love little shit Enid who calls Wednesday any day of the week EXCEPT Wednesday (“Hey, Monday!” “What do you think about this Sabbath?” “Oh thank god you’re here Friday”) and it annoys her favorite murder goth to NO END but slowly said murder goth becomes endeared by her roomate’s antics as feelings start to tumble and bloom away. Besides ‘my moon’, I can also see her calling Wednesday ‘silly raven’ in Greek.
Meanwhile, Wednesday has this wholeass evolution from shit like “mutt” to way softer nicknames because Gomezifcation™️ is a powerful thing. She starts to pine and internally call Enid her Alectrona (a greek goddness of the Sun, known for sunrise or ‘waking from slumber’, a perfect combo of how Enid brings light to Wednesday as well as her inner wolf finally waking up), but slowly she starts using it out loud along with “mi sol” (‘my sun’, Spanish), “mon petit chiot” (‘my little pup’, French), and “la mia vita” (‘my life’, Italian). Enid melts everytime without fail and stutters in Greek and honestly? Who could blame her when Wednesday has that passionately lovestruck shine in her eyes as adoration drips from devout lips.
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WIP Wednesday
Because I'm pathetically predictable, you'll notice I am once again sharing Frankie x Santi x f!reader. 🤷♀️ I have no less than 5 different sandwiches happening in my WIPs, each with a different dynamic between the participants. Here's a random snippet from one of them.
"Want to watch you make out for a bit."
Like you and Santi needed an order. Long makeout sessions were one of your specialties as a couple, sometimes even preferring them to sex if you were in Santi's truck or hanging out at the beach or just if that was the vibe at any given moment, losing yourself in each other's breathing without any expectation that it would lead to something more, though it often did because you both got so turned on. Like now.
For a few minutes, you actually forget that Frankie is in the room, until you feel the bed dip as he climbs in between you. Warm skin brushes yours; he must have shed his clothes while you and Santi were lost in making out like horny teenagers.
"My turn. Help me warm up my mouth, pretty thing." Frankie doesn't wait for Santi to move; he simply grabs the back of your head with his large, calloused hand and pulls you towards him, and kisses you hard.
It's different from the welcome kiss you'd shared at the start of the evening. This one is purposeful, hot with intensity, and it makes you whimper with need, practically shoving your partner out of the way so you can get your hands on Frankie. Anywhere, everywhere he'll let you touch him. You can almost feel his self-satisfied, smug little smile as he sucks on your tongue and releases it with a little bite.
His shoulders seem even broader without a shirt on. Impossibly so. The sight deserves admiration and you give it with your eyes, your fingers, your mouth. You pause to lick a drop of sweat out of the divot of his collarbones, and Santi stirs beside you, silent and watching reverently as you devour his friend.
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It’s missing Willow Wednesday again
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