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darling-zorua · 1 year
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Likes,Reblogs and Comments are always appreciated !
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Mod note: Funny actually I finished this page on 04.14 because my birthday is on 18th and my gf wanted me as free as I could be, so I rushed these pages out, because I would feel bad if i skipped a day on you guys
 Happy birthday to mee !!!
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world's longest staring contest GO-
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madalenadrops · 4 days
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Can I have some big boi beta! Wally?
Sure thing, dear anon! Here you go
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❤💛💙
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paladinbaby · 5 months
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Can I get a fuckin uhhhh Fig in Black Coffee? Spooky vibes preferably
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[Image Description: A digital drawing of Fig Faeth in a monochrome orange palette. She’s resting her arm on a jack o lantern with large flames coming out the eyes. She’s smiling as of mid speech. She wears a tank top and her hair is loose around her shoulders. End ID.]
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spaceratprodigy · 2 months
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*gulp* deacon/iris "please just kiss me" intimacy ask........ NYE party- (i am shot)
@oldworldwidgets — [ intimacy prompts ]
It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts
We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again
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blindmagdalena · 3 months
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Glad to see that asks are open again!
Homie with an s/o who works in childcare? I started a job at a daycare a month ago and haven’t been able to stop thinking about the possibilities of what he’d think.
Hope you’re well 🫶
hello, darling!
an s/o who works in childcare is perfect! they're basically just in training to raise him his kids. their kids. you know. eventually! he's just planning ahead. he can't help but be entranced by that gentle speaking voice, by the patience and love in their eyes.
does watching them care so tenderly for these random, snotty little brats occasionally infuriate him to the brink of violence? maybe. what makes them so much more deserving of this—of you—than him?
he'll fix it. he'll make things right.
well. you will.
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josephquinncurl · 1 year
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He's so flirty 😩😩
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voidandabyssal · 4 months
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Okay, hoping this is allowed. In regards to Below the Ice, how do you think some of the other Sans' would react to Reader in the same situation? Say Red, Blue, Axe, or Dior? You don't have to answer for all of these if you don't feel like it!
Of course this is allowed! Such a good idea. Hopefully I read this right lol
Red:
Reds more aggressive than Sans. He's not an Orca Siren but a Bull shark Siren. Not exactly known for being cold and calculating. There's definitely more murder attempts, Red is also far more successful at killing off Readers co-workers. This is probably set off the coast of coast of mexico, lots of bull sharks and bull shark sirens congregate there.
He's also more openly flirty though, he's more aware of his feelings to reader than Sans is and he's not shy about checking you out ;)))
Initially, he thinks your just like the other scientists. Dumb, easily manipulatable and an easy meal. You quickly prove him wrong when you successfully manage to trap him under some falling rocks.
Boy does Red love a strong and smart partner. Something about being capable enough to take down an apex predator like him just does it for him.
The two of you get closer once he's under captivity, which is in this au, not for evil science purposes but more so for everyone's (including reds, safety). Once you're on more equal power dynamics you find him to be quite funny and charming when he needs to be.
He's pretty touchy as well, not to the point of it being uncomfortable. He just likes play fighting with you, or just holding onto you.
Blue:
He's a Dolphin Siren! you initially meet him when your scuba diving taking coral samples. He's friendly and inquisitive and all too helpful. Your other colleagues are jealous he approached you this time. Similar to Red, this doesn't take place in the arctic but instead somewhere off the coast of Australia, maybe the Great Barrier Reef.
Yeah, he's definitely known around the area for how kind he is. Tons of youtube videos have gone viral featuring him helping fishermen, scuba divers and even lost swimmers.
ngl, this is probably the best start to your relationship compared to any of the other boys
He often swims circles around you, trying to draw you from your work to play with him, solve puzzles and even tries to get you to meet his brother. Sometimes you relent, sometimes you don't, though you do build a strong friendship.
You fall first but he falls harder.
It just hits him one day. You and him are out swimming, you collecting important marine data and him following you around with a strange stirring in his soul that he can't quite place.
When he sees you helping a small fish out of a plastic bottle. That's when it hits him. He loves you. You're perfect
Axe:
hhrrrrrrgggg pretty human,,,,,,
eyes wide, jaw dropped, STARING,,,,
you first meet when you're out late night fishing. You had been warned of a Giant Pacific Octopus Siren that had recently started inhabiting the area but what did they know??? Certainly not more than you! You'd been fishing round these parts since you were a baby!
"....HOLY SHIT!" is what you screech out, dropping your fishing rod when you see Axe's bright red eye-light looking up from the murky deep.
Yeah you turn right back around and don't come back. Much to Axe's disappointment. Luckily for him, and unluckily for you, he has very long, very powerful tentacles that he uses to pull you into the water with him.
He doesn't drag you under of course, he's smart enough to figure out that you really don't like that.
He's already designated you his mate. Sorry, pal, you're just going to have to make do with the giant octopus Siren cuddling up to you now.
He does let you go eventually, though you do have to repeatedly promise him that you'll come back.
And you do, afraid that he'll come chase you down. Eventually it does come to be a mutually loving relationship, it just takes a little time.
Dior (lusttale Sans):
This time you're the one approaching him. You're a famous wildlife photographer and you have been craving that perfect, career making picture; and you know who you have to photograph.
Dior, a famous lionfish Siren, known for his striking beauty and his charming friendliness to everyone. He proves to be rather elusive. Hard to find, rarely ever in one spot as he's surrounded by many Siren admirers. But you're determined!
finally, after days of bashing up against sharp corals in your search, you find him! Dozing off on a large rock formation. You're steadying yourself for the perfect picture when you notice a much larger Siren sneaking up on Dior, teeth bared and claws sharpened.
"Look out!" You say, or at least try to say through all the bubbles. Dior does manage to wake up though, and quickly pokes the attacker with one of his many poisonous spines.
He thanks you, deciding to pose for you in thanks for you saving him.
When you leave, he assumes you'll never come back. He's too used to people leaving once they've gotten what they want out of him.
He's pleasantly surprised when you come back, without the camera, just wanting to know more about the beautiful but distant Siren.
He doesn't mean to fall as fast and as hard as he does, but being around someone so genuine is such a nice shock to his system he just can't help but fall for your smile.
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darling-zorua · 1 year
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got a little carried away with this one... outfit sent by @chocolategothwolfhorse <3
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allystreet-ask-blog · 5 months
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ALLYSTREET
@/frank._.frankly (on TikTok), and my AU!!
★★This au is a WIP, but can be taken in for questioning with Eddie and Frank, the world, etc!★★
☆What’s it about? 👇☆
-this au is a world where all the characters are in their early or late teens, dealing with some sort of traumatic experience! All characters will or may have different story’s and levels of trauma! (We’ve already decided Howdy has the most trauma.)-
“𝐦𝐞?!“
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I’ll be adding refs and such to this pinned post:>
Do: fanart?! Where?! Tag me!! The fanart can be of ships, adding your OC, making lil drawings of scripts or head cannons, or just something wholesome or adorable
Don’t: nsfw of this au.. that should already be known tho..
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Overall lore\plot:
All the welcome-home characters are going through something traumatic in their early or late teens. (Not in the 60s|70s.. may be based in the 2000s)
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Characters:
Frank: very abusive parents (smoking and drinking problems, and has cuts all over his body)
Barnaby: h*ng himself (got tired of his sick parents)
Julie: ptsd (watched her siblings die)
Eddie: ptsd (was in a car accident with his father, and was the only one who made it. He’s actually living a good life, but will have flashbacks, daydream, loose focus easily, etc)
Wally: nothing bad happened to him
Links:
Discord server:
Come join in! ^
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TikTok:
Instagram:
Spotify playlist?!:D
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"HELLO MULTIVERSE!"
"Not so loud, Wally."
"Well, this ought to be a bundle of fun!!"
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Hello, Tumblr! I'm Ace (you may recognize me from another blog, @ask-multiverse-traveler-acey), and welcome to my AU blog:
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In this universe, Wally - or, rather, the Wallys, plural - are your local multiverse news reporters!
They (and by they I mean the unquantifiable number of Wally clones) report on major events, happenings, or new Wally or Welcome Home AUs, along with their faithful news anchor and head honcho First, and of course, their beloved news station Home!
Join these little goobers as they travel the multiverse for their next biggest story!
This AU doesn't really have an overarching story or plot or anything like that! This was simply made for fun! However it does have a bit of ✨lore✨ that I'll occasionally drop! @:)
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BLOG RULES
Absolutely NO inappropriate or NSFW asks, normal or media. This is a SFW blog. Also keep your asks respectful. I won't answer rude or mean asks!
I am okay with shipping asks or romantic asks/simping, just be appropriate!
Please do not trace, steal, or repost any art on this blog!!
This blog may contain disturbing content or artwork, such as: scopophobia, eye contact/imagery, flashing lights, bright colors, eyestrain, light/moderate gore, derealization. Because of this, this blog is 13+ ONLY.
Please don't bring any kind of drama or harassment into this space! I don't want or need it. If it's something serious DM me.
When asking, please remember to specify who you're asking your question to: The Wallys (🎤), First (🎙️), or Home (📡)! General AU questions will be answered by me, Ace (🟣)!
Get silly with your asks! There's no stupid questions on this blog!
Please be patient with asks! I am only one person running this account and I'm a human with a life. I will get to your question eventually! If I don't, I either do not have an answer or I simply don't want to answer it.
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MEET THE CREW!
Wally Darling(s):
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Your resident and reliable reporters, cameramen, boom operators…literally anything and everything. If your AU has something going down, he’ll be there with his camera and his apple microphone to get the latest scoop!
"The First Wally" Darling (First)
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The first Wally News Wally to ever be made! This prim, proper, & polite gent is the main face, the head honcho, and your favorite news anchor!
Home (Humanoid)
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Wally News 12 HQ, as well as the residence of the Wally(s)! He makes sure they all have everything they need! Also has a physical manifestation (seen here) so he can talk with or interact with the Wallys!
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"We hope to hear from you, dear viewers!"
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yandere-kokeshi · 15 days
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— IMPORTANT NEWS ! !
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For these past weeks, I’ve been struggling with MW2, causing me to have severe writing block. Looking at documents, I feel stumped. I can’t get anything out, especially requests, and guilt has been piling on me for a bit now. For that reason, I have decided to take an indefinite hiatus for this fandom.
This doesn’t mean I'm quitting – just moving on and going to adventure new fandoms!
Speaking of which, I have decided to openly begin writing for Barbie, GoT, and Tekken 8.
And because of that, requests will be opened this weekend (MTZ) :)!
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lumashiki · 30 days
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I really like your new au.. I do have one quick question about it
is Wendell going to always be frightened and scared? Just wanted to ask
Thank you!
Wendell is generally a pretty anxious person, so the anxiousness he gets from meeting new alternates will never really go away. But! Wendell can ease up around the ghosts that have been around him frequently and clearly show no sign of hostility.
The “original” Wally ghost, being the on the kinder side as opposed to the others, was probably the easiest for Wendell to warm up to. His fears towards Wally went away pretty quickly
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discoapplezzz · 4 months
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Happy new years ( or new years eve) neighbor! I hope the next year will be kinder to all of you!
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tennessoui · 1 year
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how about “i’m sorry but no” ? also, the obikin was adorable on the last lumberjack ficlet but i have to say i absolutely love how quinlan saw a depressed cold little english professor looking meow meow and went “alright im adopting this one now he’s mine” like a bedraggled little kitten you find sitting in a box on the street corner
hi hello!!! this is "i'm sorry, but no" prompt fill, set in my fix-a-sith au, where jedi feel like sith can be cured of the dark side like an illness, primarily through constant contact with someone Light. aka usually through marriage. obi-wan s brought in to marry newly fallen sith anakin (this is the tag)
(ps thank you for this lumberjack anakin au love!! this was absolutely quin's thought process in that ficlet!)
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Anakin—Vader, but Anakin sometimes, and Anakin now—has a very good feeling about the course of tonight’s events and what they mean. 
He played very nice with all of Obi-Wan’s friends, even Vos. Even Ventress, who’s really more like friend by association. Friend by being married to Vos, which is a double black mark in Anakin’s mind but apparently means that Obi-Wan gives him very disappointed eyes whenever he growls at her.
So tonight, when they’d all gone out to dinner, Anakin had kept all of his displeasure to himself. He’d been polite to their server, had grunted out a laugh in response to Vos’ jokes, and even allowed Ventress to touch his husband’s arm to get his attention. Attention that, until that moment, had been completely Vader’s.
He hadn’t even Force-choked her in a way that could be easily tied back to him, though she’d coughed and spluttered when she’d taken a drink of her water a few moments later.
Obi-Wan had glared at him like he knew what he was doing with his hands beneath the table, but Anakin had smiled back sunnily, brightest blue eyes firmly in play. Like seemed to always be the case, the sight of Anakin’s blue eyes had seemed to dissolve Obi-Wan’s ire, and then his husband had reached across the space between them to lay a hand on Anakin’s thigh.
So Anakin has an incredibly good feeling about tonight because Obi-Wan has been keeping a hold on him throughout dinner, dessert, drinks afterwards. It’s been a hand on his thigh, it’s been a weight of an arm brushing the small of his back, it’s been fingers entangling with his own.
Despite the fact that they’ve been married for almost one standard year, Anakin can count on one hand the amount of times his husband has kissed him Casual touches have slowly made their way into their everyday communications, but kissing and any intimate sort of relationship has been kept firmly and jealously defended, with Anakn on the wrong side of the fighting.
His husband is too good, he thinks. He knows more than a few Jedi spouses have been tempted by their Sith partners to consummate their marriage bed. Force, he knows Ventress seduced Vos within their first week together. 
But Obi-Wan Kenobi has resisted his every advance. Anakin would take it personally if he didn’t know just how good his husband was.
So tonight—filled with the touches, the looks, the reedy swallows and stuttering—is unexpected.
Unexpected but a gift to be treasured.
Treasured and consumed.
They are barely through the doors into their quarters before Anakin slams Obi-Wan up against the wall just to the side, hands sliding from his shoulders down to his waist as he presses against his body.
His lipss find his husband’s easily, his mouth already open and ready for the taking. Something inside of Anakin purrs as he tastes his husband. He has been missing the taste of him. He has been craving it and now it’s his again. Obi-Wan is his.
Obi-Wan has always been his, but now the man is kissing him back instead of denying it. Now the man’s mouth is too busy for words as his hands slide through Anakin’s hair and push his head to the angle he wants it most, and Anakin would contort his body into any position Obi-Wan desires if it means the man keeps kissing him like that.
It’s been so long since anyone’s kissed him. He can’t really remember if he’s always been this sensitive to the action or if Obi-Wan is especially good at coaxing these noises out of him. 
Either way, the whimper he makes when Obi-Wan’s tongue drags across his bottom lip belongs to him. The breathless exhale that’s punched out of him when Obi-Wan pushes away to nip at his jaw is his as well. They all belong to Obi-Wan now because Obi-Wan is his husband, which makes Obi-Wan his.
He allows him to pull away with the greatest of reluctance. His body feels like one giant nerve, everywhere they’re touching somehow sending lightning through his veins. But the good sort of lightning. The kind that makes his chest sing instead of burn.
“Obi-Wan,” he murmurs, allowing his head to drop back, exposing the line of his throat to the Jedi’s perusal. “Obi-Wan.”
And then Obi-Wan does the unthinkable. He pulls away.
Anakin can feel his chest moving against his own, up and down, ragged and unfiltered in a way that makes Anakin’s mouth water to taste the sweat that will bead up on his husband’s chest, chase the oxygen as it enters his husband’s parted lips.
He wants more; he wants closer; he wants now.
He doesn’t understand why suddenly there’s a hand pressing against his chest, and he snarls his ddisspleasure at the distance it creates between their bodies. He can feel his husband’s desire as if it were hiss own. It is his own. It belongs to him, it—-
“Anakin, no,” his husband says, far too loudlyand firmly for the soft quiet of their quarters. Anakin’s eyes narrow, lips pulling back from his teeth because he’s being denied again, he shouldn’t—he cannot—-
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmurs, softer. “Anakin, I’m sorry, but no. We cannot. I cannot.”
Anakin knows such a statement is final, that he cannot push his husband to accept him like this. Consent. He knows it’s important. Distantly, in some small part of his mind that isn’t crushed by the disappointment of being pushed away or angry at the denial, he knows listening to Obi-Wan is important, integral even.
He pushes himself away before he can do something stupid and impulsive like hurt Obi-Wan, just because the hurt in his chest feels too big to be contained within himself.
He breathes deeply, in and out, just like the Jedi teachers have taught him.
“I’m sorry, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, and the words feel like they cut him deep and in a way no healer could ever cure. “I cannot take advantage of you in this…intoxicated state.”
“I’ve not had two drinks,” Anakin mutters, hand against his own throat as he turns away, a paltry attempt to ground himself.
“You know I’m not talking about alcohol, dear one,” his husband replies, and Vader breaks. “Do not call me that!” he snaps, spinning back around to glare wetly at Obi-Wan. “As if you have some sort of—of familiarity with me even as you hold me at a distance, one that grows larger and larger by the day!”
“That is not true! I have let you in—”
“Everywhere except your bed!” Vader cuts him off, advancing upon him quickly and boxing him up against the wall. “You guard yourself so jealously, Kenobi. I ache for you and yet you push me away as if I were a youngling who needs to be minded—”
“You have Fallen, Anakin. You are not in your right mind. The Dark Side tempts and clouds one’s soul—to take advantage of such a thing, to give into my own desires—it would be—”
“Monstrous,” Vader finishes because he’s heard this before. He’s heard this speech so many times he could spout it from memory. “But what if the person who loves you is a monster, Obi-Wan Kenobi? What if that monster wants you to stoop to its level just once—just once—so it’s not alone in its monstrosity?”
Obi-Wan swallows and shakes his head, casting his gaze away. “You are not a monster, Anakin.” He pauses and swallows again. Shakes his head again.  “But I cannot afford to lose myself in you, Anakn. For both of our sakes.”
He straightens his robes hurriedly and exits through the doors.
Vader watches him leave. The lamp on the side table throws itself against the wall he had Obi-Wan pressed against only a handful of minutes ago. The burst of anger, once exercised, only makes him feel hollow.
He wishes, not for the first time, that Obi-Wan Kenobi was a little less good.
A little less perfect.
A little more reachable.
A little more....touchable.
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