i never leave asks but i NEED to say that ur interpretation of wally is the best i’ve seen in the fandom and my absolute favorite hdkgnskgs like hell yea go completely unhinged u tiny fucking freak /affectionate
in love with ur art in general <3
WHEEZE lmao thanks my guy! I try my best to appropriately display wally to the best of my ability
cw obsessive/possessive behavior
He’s just a lil silly, maybe even a lil goofy (and dare I say, even a lil quirky-?)
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[[ok gang i am genuinely so sorry to be doing this literally RIGHT before the end of the event but i've got a whole buncha stuff lining up irl that i am starting to reeeaaally need to address/prioritize and there are a couple things that i still want to do for the "finale" here that i haven't had the time to set up, so all of this is to say iiii need to take at least a day or two to Slow Down And Chill for a bit
I haven't entirely decided if this means I'll take a full break like i have been for the weekends or if I'll just post a little less than I have been, it depends on how I end up feeling really. I will absolutely try my best to make up for the days I've missed tho! I have something pretty cool planned that I think has the potential to be pretty fun, just like i said I gotta set things in place first haha]]
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in desire we trust
“You’re a freak. Holy fuck. Just make out with me or something.”
“I can do that~”
Fizz let out a soft noise as Oz leaned in, their beaks gently clicking together. His hand gripped at Oz’s mane again, the sin pulling him impossibly closer before Oz seemed to decide that wasn’t enough. Fizz was laid out on the cool table again, a grand torso hovering over him.
Lust leaned in then, nipping and licking at his neck and Fizz let out a whine. “You’ve got an engineering fetish or something. We always do thisss-” Fizz hissed in pleasure as Oz bit down on his collarbone. “Hey! That’s my job.”
“What I’ve got is a hot boyfriend…” Oz muttered against his skin, kissing down his collarbone and chest now. “And it was certainly my job first.” Fizz watched him, and couldn’t help but see the expanse (or lack thereof) of his own body, the pretty white fabric that accentuated the ends of his legs. He bit his lip, and carefully tightened his grip on Oz’s hair, and guided his head back up to his. The sin was surprised, and Fizz placed a playful kiss on Oz’s cheek before whispering his suggestion to him. Perhaps an extension of some of the fucked up kinks he had picked up thanks to that Striker bastard. Either way, the imp felt his stomach flutter in pride seeing Lust’s face brighten and fluster.
“I mean- Fizzy, are you sure?”
“You said it yourself. You don’t care, right?”
Oz smirked, pulling back to take one more long look over Fizz’s almost nude form, hearts swelling in Ram and Bull’s eyes.
“Well, obviously.”
After being kidnapped alongside his former-bestie-then-lifelong-enemy-then-recent-hero-now-newly-rekindled-sort-of-friend, Blitz, and then quitting Mammon’s bullshit management arrangement, Fizzarolli has been having a strange relationship with control.
Luckily, he can always leave it to Asmodeus to help him through it, in ways one could expect only from the King of Lust and a tune-up session gone blissfully awry.
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4.5k words. Porn with Feelings. Hurt/Comfort. Insecure Fizzie and Soft Ozzie. Disability discussions and daddy kink (and other fun and freaky things.)
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