uhhhh idk if anyone has discussed this before but… miguel likes to eat pussy from the back!!!
like idk, every once in a while, his brain goes brrrr and something short circuits. idk chalk it up to stress but it’s more like some feral, animalistic urge. he can’t really explain it. it’s almost as if someone flips a switch, his mind goes blank except for the thought of needing to be with you, under you, in you. he has to stop whatever he’s doing and go find you.
@partycoffin a local convention I'm going to next weekend is doing a panel on welcome home. I just thought you'd like to know that even more people are liking your work
He's my beloved.....it's just so insane how much i love him, just hgghshgrhg
Drawing in paint is so funny, i lov
I adore his desing so much, his silly face bbrbrbr.....
It would be so funny if it's just random numbers. Like someone had to explain to him that when you flirt you give a person your number and so wally just writes his favorite numbers for the person
Magnolia, willow, and pinellope. They are all sisters with different personalities. Magnolia is a happy go lucky girl but talks in a slow way. Willow may look sad but she's happy to share her poetry with friends. Pinellope is the oldest and is stubborn. Below is Carol . She's a know it all. Ranger Rodger teaches kids the importance of keeping our environment safe and clean. Martha light-heart is sister to lunella light-heart and last but not least we have beck. He is sporty. Hes kinda of a sour loser at sports but he's working on it
I didn't think people would reblog so let me add some context
Her name is lunella light-heart
She is a lunar moth who likes to knit and crochet crafts for her friends. Lunella is nocturnal so during the day she has heavy eyelids, wears a hat, and her hair (braids) cover her face. She's always sleepy during the day. She also wears dark Colors
At night lunella has her hair in buns, is more energetic and wears bright colors
Her hair is purple and kinda resembles yarn
Lunella likes to play dress up with Julie and takes pictures of her friends. She has a bird feather and rock collection
Let me try writing for welcome home. It's been a WHILE since I wrote anything.
Wally x reader
It hasn't been long since you've moved to the neighborhood. You've unpacked everything and have met all your new neighbors by now. They were so friendly and sweet. Especially wally. While the other neighbors would show you around the neighborhood, wally showed you all of his favorite places to draw. He should you inside Home, where is the best place to play, the best places to see birds and more.
You liked all the neighbors but you liked wally the most. You couldn't really pinpoint why. Could it be his calm voice? Could it be him being ever so patient with you? Maybe his clothes? His hair? Whatever it was that made him stick out more to you than the rest you didn't care but you wanted to show wally some type of affection. You wanted to let him know your feelings for him but also didn't want to ruin your newfound friendship.
Lately you've been leaving small gifts in Wally's favorite places. Small gifts you think he'd like. Gifts like shiny rocks, paint brushes, stickers, poems, anything you think wally would like. You leave a note with only his name so that he knows it's for him and not another neighbor. Wally keeps the gifts in his collection in Home in a cute box. He's so sweet.
Wally asks you questions about the gifts. "Y/n I keep finding all these wonderful trinkets recently. They are all addressed to me but I don't know who sends them. I asked Eddie and he said he didn't deliver the gifts. " "Maybe they are from your secret admirer" you said.
The following day you had planned to deliver your biggest gift yet. You painted wally surrounded by his most favorite thing, apples. You painted various apples like pink ladies, macintosh, red delicious, granny smiths and more while having wally being in the center of the painting. When you were just about to leave you heard him
"what do we have here neighbor?"
You were so startled you tripped but wally caught you. "Oh so your the secret admirer?" Grinned wally.
You were so shy and caught off guard in this moment all you could do was nod. Next in a moment of bravery you personally handed the painting to wally. "For me? Oh my goodness is that me with apples? Oh it's simply wonderful! No one has ever made a painting with me in it before! I absolutely adore it y/n" wally embraced you in a hug.
"this was such a fun game" said Wally. "I should paint you next! Let's go to home, we can get started." You sighed. You walked along with wally to Home. Maybe one day you'll be brave enough to confess your feelings for him properly but for now just being with him is enough
I just love wally so much. He's just a silly little guy
You watched Wally "eat" for the third time that day. Still not processing how he can even do that, how is this possible?
...
Well, there are giant cartoon characters in your house, why are you even asking yourself this? Of course that would be possible.
He's staring at you again...he's been doing that a lot recently...If he eats things by just looking at them, then does that also include tasting things? You look back at him shuddering, he's still staring at you like you're a full course meal.
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."
simply being horny about people is not boundary-crossing or sex pest behavior, but also feeling guilty about it doesn't mean you're infantile or sheltered or puritanical or whatever. we live in a culture that is very weird about sex, simultaneously telling people that sexual desire is wrong while also being abysmal about normalizing crossing sexual boundaries, so I deeply sympathize if you struggle with feeling like you're doing something wrong if you fantasize about real people. it is, however, sex pest behavior to ask random people without prompting if you have their "consent" to fantasize about them or use their photos as masturbation material. do not fucking do that.
When I post hot photos of myself on Facebook or TikTok I'm aware that people can fantasize about me but one time this dude who follows me on Facebook saw me in rl and started talking to me, in front of my mom, about my spandex Starfire cosplay and he kept oogling me. Like I can see where he's staring and like right in front of my mom in the grocery store. I had to fake rush my mom away and explain to her in the car why he was being creepy. Like please. Do not do this in real life.
