#wallace writes

[the-wallacewells]

I swear to god if anymore Wallace’s come up from nowhere.

There’s other me

Yandere me

Fucking Negative me-

[mushroompoisoning]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

i wrote a lifesteal fic >:D i don't really like it but i tried lol

someone told me to write purpleduo so i did

[3rdlifeshipping]

something i wrote awhile ago. if u guys even care /joke

Silently rounding the corner, Bdubs made his way to her room, his tail gently and lazily swinging, grazing the wall with each swing, his wings tucked neatly against his back.

When he made it there, he didn’t waste time knocking, just slipping into Cleo’s room, making the zombified woman lift her head from where it was laying on her bed.

Not saying a word, she lifted the blanket, silently letting the man slip into bed with her and lay down. Bdubs gently wraps his wings around Cleo, pulling her a little closer to him.

Cleo smiled slightly, tucking the shorter man’s head under her chin and wrapping an arm under his wings and around his torso. She couldn’t help but be reminded of grass whenever she saw his wings, with how nicely the green transitioned from one shade to another, as if they were going from the light spring time grass to the dark summer time grass.

They didn’t say a word as they appreciated the other’s company and warmth, their bodies pressed against each other.

He brushes his tail against her leg mindlessly, before wrapping it around her long legs that reminded him of the giant redstone moving things one of the redstoner hermits would build in their free time.

Soon, the pair drifted off into unconsciousness and into the land of dreams, quietly embracing each other, quietly appreciating each other.

[the-wallacewells]

Hiii Wallace!! @chauchau2112

Hey, Knives

How’ve you been?

[the-wallacewells]

SCOTT FUCKING PILGRIM IF YOU GET ANYMORE VIRUSES ON MY COMPUTER SO HELP ME-

[the-wallacewells]

Please reblog this if you’ve had a crush on Scott Pilgrim, at least once.

[the-wallacewells]

**At some point in the night, you woke up to see a man sat in a chair beside your bed. Mobile. Just... older. He had a cup of tea in his hand.** "Evening, Mr Wells. Your dreams are bright, aren't they?" --Mobile.🕰

Wallace turned, sitting up with a groggy look in his eyes. He turned to stare at the elder Mobile, not registering the reality of the situation till a few moments passed.

You. Mobile, or.. older Mobile. What are you doing in my house, how did you get in?

[the-wallacewells]

Would you fight a transphobe

I would, and I would win.