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d-c-k-y · 3 months
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Scab, yup, just a Scab study
Discord ate it up so I'll post it here too yay nwn, sry if it's blurry, I didn't wanna take another photo lol-
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starleska · 1 year
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If you're still taking writing requests, could you do possessive Wally headcanons?
*cracks knuckles* oh anon, i most certainly can 😈 yandere!Wally fans (me too 😳), this one's for you! (this is less headcanons and more a oneshot... kinda wanna write the whole thing 🙈)
content warnings for possessive behaviour, manipulation, threats, arson, entrapment and kidnapping!
Possessive/Yandere!Wally Darling x Reader headcanons
👁 it all started so well. Wally was a Darling both in name and behaviour, and you fell hard and fast. such an attentive sweetheart, from the moment you moved into the neighbourhood it was as if he were always at your side. anywhere else, you may have been unnerved, but Wally's simple warmth and easy smile dispelled all of your doubts. while you tried to spread your time equally between your kind new neighbours, you somehow always found yourself in Wally's presence, talking to him for hours.
👁 in time, you found yourself becoming bolder. you start returning Wally's curious glances, and soon allow your eyes to linger a touch longer than they should. curiously (and with a little bit of a thrill), you notice that Wally seems incapable of breaking eye contact - no matter how long you stare, he'll always stare right back, unperturbed.
👁 one day, you find yourself closer to Wally than usual. you're half-pressed against one another on your sofa, Wally's cheek nestled in the crook of your shoulder. he's drawing something in his sketchbook: an indistinct, wobbly shape that you can't make heads or tails of. while Wally's right hand scribbles furiously with his pencil, the fingers of his unoccupied left hand spill at your side, reflexively clenching every now and again with the automatic motions of his drawing.
👁 the closeness imbues you with a newfound confidence. you take a breath, steady yourself...and reach across, brushing your fingers lightly across Wally's own. Wally's eyes snap towards you. for a moment, his pupils blow so wide you think they might just swallow you.
👁 the next day, your house catches fire. such an incident is unheard of in this neighbourhood, and all your neighbours are horrified for you. however, Wally is strangely calm. "I'm sorry you lost so much," he says, still smiling. "Would you like to live with me?"
👁 you're shaken - but accept Wally's offer. the shock of the fire takes a few days to wear off, but nothing could be more unsettling than living in close quarters with Wally Darling. existing within the living, breathing (creaking? squeaking) walls of his Home has an atypical effect on the puppet. Wally's voice is lower, and he moves with more purpose, as if he and Home are one and the same: symbiotic entities which exist in tandem with one another.
👁 to add to your creeping sense of dread, Wally flips the script on your personal space. now he is the one letting his fingers slip easily around your waist, and fixing you with uncomfortable, impossible-to-ignore stares. you try to laugh off his behaviour, questioning him openly if he enjoys having you as a guest so much. for once, Wally doesn't smile when he replies, "I love you living with me."
👁 it isn't until a week has passed that you learn all the doors are locked, and Wally never gave you a key. you try wrestling with the door handle, but it doesn't budge. then you try the windows, but they're sealed shut. 'I'm not trapped!' you think to yourself. 'Wally is just being a good neighbour - he wants to keep me safe.' but that still doesn't stop you from panicking, scouring the house for the heaviest thing you can find and trying to smash the window. the glass does not break. Home suddenly groans with the sound of a thousand old floorboards and overloaded pipes - a dreadful, ear-rending noise - causing the glass in the window to triple in height and thickness right before your eyes.
👁 terrified, you scramble backwards to run out of the kitchen - only to run smack into Wally. you collapse to the floor and gaze up at Wally, standing in the doorway with his hands tucked behind his back, that cat's smile of his holds some private amusement.
👁 "did you try to leave Home?" Wally asks. "Silly, silly." he takes a step towards you, and then another - slow and loping steps, his cute puppet form now moving in a way equal parts unnatural and sinister. he crouches next to you, those eyes now whirlpools of void which obscure all but the slight white rim of his scleras. "Try again," Wally whispers. "I'd like that very much."
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black-and-yellow · 1 month
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qc-wiggles · 11 months
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scrub a dub dub archivist in a tub
dtiys entry for @eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes :3
bonus:
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willczek-art · 8 months
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Decided to give Dragon Age another try and the first character I meet COMPLETELY wins me over in a matter of seconds-
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cadavvera · 11 months
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Hairy Boobois
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prwlnglthr · 8 months
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I like the King a little snaggletooth'd and scruffy
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thegreateggbandit · 7 months
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HAPPY ACE AWARENESS WEEK!!!
even if i'm a bit late
And yes, Perry is canonically asexual!!! (Good for him!)
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comfortyart · 1 year
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Comfort doodle to unwind 💕
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misspoetree · 1 year
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KinnPorsche + Text Posts: Pete Edition - Part II
[Character Editions: Pete Part I | Vegas Part I & II & III | Tankhun Part I & II | Tay | Porsche Part I & II | Kim | Big | Porchay | Kinn Part I & II | Chan | Macau | Pol]
[Themed Editions: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | ?]
[Episode Editions]
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monty-glasses-roxy · 1 month
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BEHOLD!!!
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BRACHIOSAURUS FREDDY!!!
HE'S LIKE LONG CAT BUT UP!!
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sprnklersplashes · 9 months
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currently filled with the overwhelming desire to see jack wolfe in next to normal
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sundalion · 1 year
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He’s trying his best Donnie
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mo-ok · 11 months
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Ive drawn every day this week 👌👌👌 please enjoy the unnecessary amount of Go On RPM content (I cannot be stopped)
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mindshelter · 1 month
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if we're being entirely honest, "sum of our parts" (ie. tim's feature in batman: urban legends #4-6) was not particularly exceptional in terms of writing, even while it accomplished the remarkable feat of establishing tim as bisexual. that being said, the coda ("carol of the bats," batman: urban legends #10) was excellent. it did a wonderful job at portraying tim and bruce's relationship for what it was: ultimately loving, but clouded by expectations, real or imagined. it established that tim's use of the robin title, at this stage of his life, was a consequence of tim inadverdently locking himself into a box because of how he thinks he should be, and a desire to see bruce happy—it would be a point of pride, after all, to make bruce happy. clearly, there's a double meaning here: tim is restricting his own growth and personhood over abstractions (valid ones founded by experience, but abstractions nonetheless). it's time to figure out who he is, now.
then, somehow, mfitz managed to shell out some or the worst writing young justice has ever received (and teen titans vol. 3 exists) and tim continued to split the robin mantle with damian. damian's robin run ended prematurely, and td:r was launched via solicits that described tim as "the best robin." like damn... ok...!
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kingfisherprince · 21 hours
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so i lied about r66 ch2 getting posted in may what else is new (it's still not abandoned and never will be) in the meantime have a snippet
Another half an hour and they’re off this godforsaken highway, turning onto another road that seems to thankfully be going much faster. Novak leans all the way out of his window to see the tar-slow parade they’ve left behind, makes a face. “Wow, that is bad.”
“You didn’t think so when we were in it?” Roger says, switching to the overtake lane. Rafa watches as a truck’s eighteen-wheel shadow falls over their small car. Thinks about how surely they would all be crushed if it tips over, before they’re back in front of it and switching lanes again. His knee aches. Changing the angle doesn’t help, with how little he can shift in the cramped backseat.
Reminds him of Monte Carlo, inexplicable. There was an eclipse over the court a few years ago, when he was still playing, but only barely. Play was halted even though it didn’t get that dark, not really, and if not for the black shadow over the sun it would have looked just like any other cloudy day. It was sunny, and then for a few minutes it became suddenly, eerily like night, and then the moon slid away and it was sunny again. Rafa has always considered eclipses bad luck, remembers holding his breath through it, looking away while everyone else gaped at the encroaching black. The light on both sides, he thinks, is the better part of the day, but it’s the dark in between that fascinates people, that draws them into staring at the sun.
This is not an eclipse over Monaco, this is the American road. There are many more trucks, Roger weaving around each of them with ease. Rafa is almost glad he doesn’t drive, and isn’t going to.
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