I feel like it should be known, especially for moots, to know why I’ve been so inactive randomly - recently. I have found myself in a depressive episode, and have clung onto unhealthy habits during this time. currently, I am working my way to finally being put on meds !! but for now, I am merely surviving. I still wish to interact and talk of course, but if I ever get silent it is no one’s fault ! I am just going through major, major things in my life. I aim for recovery, and I hate being vulnerable - but I love my moots, and trust that this information won’t be made a mockery but an eye opener. but please don’t stress ! I will be okay !!
feeling absolutely horrid mentally, sorry guys 💔 I wanna be active and stuff but lowkey feeling like the world is closing in on me. I’ll be okay I’m just struggling, so expect possibly inactivity
Walla x Coyle headcanons maybe perhaps to feed my hyperfix 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 get creative, sfw and nsfw allowed … 🤤🤤😇😇😇yaoi
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WALLA CONTENT IS HERE i have a few headcanons to share.............. start time for this was 11 pm and im PRAYING you feel this is atleast slightly in character and not a complete disaster of him
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we are doing sfw and nsfw first encounter with coyle headcanons🫰
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Headcanons
Leland Coyle x Walla (Prime Asset! OC)
Warnings: we did it joe youre gonna get wireplay in nsfw section❤️, canon-typical violence, coyle behavior, sadism, masochism, theres no other way to describe this besides homoerotic-violent rage
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SFW
Being forced to share a new environment wasn't everything Walla had dreamed of,,, especially with a wannabe officer who was there first. Before Coyle has met or even seen him, walla had stalked the area and glanced at every small crawl space, every side door, every electrified cage, and gotten a good glance at the sergeant. Although the uniform and lightening-backpack-esque weapon he had were offputting and intriguing, the man stood at around 5'8-5'10. Considerably less than walla, nonetheless enticing.
"Mmhhh... Er ist vorerst gut genug. Maybe he's a daddy and not a piggy."
Walla takes a few more moments to explore and take in the scenery. the layout is bleak, the mannequins are bordering on erotic (which he'll keep in mind for later), and theres blood coating the floor in every room, as if poorly mopped up. what an environment... they really spruced the place up for him.
"Who the fuck're you?"
The cop finally found him snooping about, snooping about coyles' trial. being found didn't lead to a sense of alarm, but rather amusement accompanied by a slow turn to look down upon the man. he clearly wasn't scared looking at the mechanized animal before him, if anything it was more that of irritation
"Are you fuckin' kidding me. Easterman's got me sharin' a damn trial with some god-forsaken moggy trash robot.."
First impressions were neither man's specialty, because walla spoke with just as filthy a mouth as coyle. the southern twang that hung off the sergeants words made every sentence spoken have the lingering impression of disgust and disdain, but that wouldn't discourage walla in any way, if anything it made the forced sharing better.
"Ohhh kitty likes you. Little fiesty officer? I love fiesty..."
An even deeper scowl formed over coyles face. this could not be real– he understood murkoff was a cesspool of fucked up people and things, but this was just outrageous. where did easterman even find him?
Both men just stare and analyze one another, coyles' aviators reflecting wallas face back at him, the blue eyes piercing through what seemed like his soul.
"What typa nonsense pinko language is that– oh.. you're just some commie pussy aren't ya?" It seemed that he finally laid eyes on wallas anarchist symbol, engraved on his metal body like a cult status marker, or atleast thats what coyle saw.
Eventually, the conversation digresses so much so that upon coyle becoming physically violent & attempting to shock walla over ideological differences and one too many sexual innuendos for the cop to take, walla simply walks away bored and goes to observe where the reagents will come in
It's fun to rile that little man up, like a dog you keep taking food away from right before hes about to bite... sharing may not be terrible. sharing may in fact be caring if he can push that piggy off the edge just a little more, just enough to actually use that baton on him...
Coyle, after being left like he was as dull as a doorknob, paced his own direction while murmuring obscenities and stabbing into mannequins to release some pent up stress (and a mix of other feelings). first he got no new trials, and now he has to share his only god damned area he has with some perverted commie cat. fucking nightmare.
NSFW
Walla is the literal embodiment of the pet coyle has been seeking. a guard dog... in cat form. he can deal with that. hes an animal all the same, below humans on the natural chain of order. even with a creature that towers before him, and clearly maintains the same sense energy and instigating personality, he literally views walla as an assigned attack cat. it may or may not get him hard to imagine siccing the kitty on someone, having somebody slaughtered at the snap of his fingers.
Of course, this is his idealized fantasy. but that just means he needs to break walla in. continuously, since the damn creature seems to like acting out. jabs to exposed wires with low (more likely medium... because hes an asshole) frequency jolts of electricity to see the animal falter and moan in pain, physical fights where blood is drawn and degrading names are used to try and psychologically lower walla even more, pushing his boot down on his kitty and making him lick it till it shines...
"Purr real nicely for me and I may just let you up. But thats a real hard fuckin' maybe."
Voyeurism. as walla wanders around the trial areas, analyzing every detail while bored out of his mind in the beginnings, coyle gets to catch the first sighting of walla abusing one of his mannequins in the most perverted way. the tent in his pants wasnt supported just by the fact of keenly watching his opposite lick and bite and hump them, but also due to the fact that coyle had recently harshly used the same exact mannequin. cum probably still stained it on various portions of the body...
Walla can easily smell coyles climax all over the mannequin, it was practically doused in the scent of cigarettes and sex. which may explain why he was grinding and humping against it so aggressively
Let walla ride that boot as a little treat after doing surprisingly well for his first trial...... cmon coyleee
"Y'did a damn fine job for your first time around... does that little kitty want a treat?"
Between the blood that covered both of the men and the adrenaline rush and the priorly established tension,,,,, neither hesitate to aggressively and violently get into position and get off on one another. the tip of the boot digging into walla's cunt is ecstasy and manages to (temporarily) break down his mouthy personality. coyle takes the utmost smug pride in this sight; desperate animal in heat right at his feet... on his feet, fucking his shoe like its the last fuck he'll ever get.
Walla growls, whines, purrs, makes any noise possible getting off, and has a tight grasp on coyle, occasionally stuttering out insults in hopes of receiving an even harsher punishment immediately afterwards
If theres one thing about his new trialmate that entices him, its the wires flowing with free electricity. coyles been lonely enough as is without a partner to get off on– but to have something that literally is running on electricity at his will (and maybe command if hes struck walla down mentally and physically enough) is the biggest turn on
At a moment when walla is below him, either restrained or on his knees, coyle takes the chance to prod at the wires, and let his fingers hastily feel around while gazing into wallas eyes for a reaction. and boy does he get the reaction hes desiring. a surge of electricity coursing through his fingers while the man below him groans a breathy, shaking sigh, fuck this is coyles' heaven
"Thats it- thats right. Ain't nothing but a whiny pussycat, keep makin' those sweet noises– Fuck!"
“ .. euuuuuggghhhh a COP. I never thought anyone would stoop this low to let government cock-sucking PRICKS run a show. “
“ oh wellllll i guess more the the merrier right ? me being new around here and all just means more chemistry and GOD do I ache for some DRAMA ! “
“ besidessss, meine liebe, im going to be around more .. might as well get used to eachother .. “
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"'Meine Liebe'?! What kind of Kraut bullshit is that?!", Leland's voice echoed through the halls of the courthouse. The voice was taunting him, not knowing if it was even real or just a figment of his crazy imagination - or something even worse.
"Come out! Show yourself, you piece of commie shit!"
Walla gave a low chuckle, fixing his tiger head .. fursuit .. thing .. as he ran a metal finger across the blade of his weaponized guitar. The hum of his AUX filled the court house’s hallways as he crept from the shadows. His blue eyes fixated on the officer,
“Ahhh here he is, you’re the other asset I’m sharing this trial with! Should’ve guessed .. tell me, are you a REAL officer or just some BDSM bullshit. If so .. kitty likeeeyyyyy ..” He mocked, his accent thick like smoke and his tone slick and soft as velvet. He was a tall fellow too, looming a few inches above Coyle.
hallooooo puppybunny thing! it’s your friend walla again,
sayyyy.. if I were to.. ever host a party..would you come? this being hypothetical of course. I just.. want to know if people think I could be a fun party host.
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If you did probably but know i have the survival instincts of a rock so u need to watch me
..but…if you bring snacks, I’d watch you. I mean, your company would do me good..and so what! a few hangovers and some broken bones never killed anyone!
hallooooo puppybunny thing! it’s your friend walla again,
sayyyy.. if I were to.. ever host a party..would you come? this being hypothetical of course. I just.. want to know if people think I could be a fun party host.
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If you did probably but know i have the survival instincts of a rock so u need to watch me
..but…if you bring snacks, I’d watch you. I mean, your company would do me good..and so what! a few hangovers and some broken bones never killed anyone!
In desperate need of roleplay partners 💔 it’s one of the few “healthy” coping mechanisms I have and right now I am struggling … ughhhh I’m constantly on the search !!!
