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Can I have a request for a wally darling x reader where the reader "captures" wally as the villain of the show and has a bit of a dom kink? This is for playfellowxxx and I am 18 years old. Is this ok to request?
You’re mine
Wally Darling x Fem!Villain!Reader
Requested: Yes!
Word count: 3,312 Reading time: ~12 mins
Part 1, Part 2
TW: None
A/N: Honestly this was the first proper request I've gotten and I got really excited to write it! I hope you like it anon! Also, the reader is approximately 6ft tall, just so everyone knows :) Also, I'm really sorry this took so long to put out, have had a lot of stuff going on in my personal life.

Wally awakens, dizzy and almost completely disorientated – just because he can’t sleep doesn’t mean he can’t be knocked out. The world around him seems to spin for a moment as he attempts to orient himself in the darkness. He tries to move his limbs yet finds himself almost unable to move, bar lightly wiggling his body. Soon, Wally comes to realise that his hands are bound behind his back, to the back of a chair. His legs are also bound, rope wrapped around his ankles to hold them together and to hold them to the chair as well.
The room is dark, murky, almost pitch black if it weren’t for the small beam of light piercing through the side of a blind and streaming into the room. It’s just enough to let Wally see what’s happening around him. The room is still around him, not much happening apart from the wind whistling gently through what he can only assume is an open window tucked behind the blind. There are boxes stacked up around the room, pushed to the edges to make way for a desk. The room itself is small, seemingly more of a storage room than anything else.
His concentration on the room is broken when a door opens from somewhere behind him. The sound of the door closing is joined by the clicking of hard bottomed shoes against the wooden floor. He feels fear course through him for a second, jolting him forwards slightly when a hand comes to rest on his shoulder.
“Wally, Darling,” a soft, feminine voice rings out from behind him. Wally already knows exactly who it belongs to. Its full of a sickening joy that causes a pit to open itself up in Wally’s stomach.
“(Y/n),” Wally growls, immediately becoming defensive. The presence of this puppet causes his skin to prickle, making him feel as if his hair is standing on end. “What do you want?” His voice is uncharacteristically sharp and cold, holding a malice that he reserves for when it’s just him and (Y/n).
“Oh, nothing much…” She walks round to his front, crouching down to find herself eye level with the significantly smaller puppet. Wally stares into her eyes, its one of the few times he’s able to do so. “Just thought you looked especially adorable the other day, couldn’t help but want to snatch you up.” Her voice is playful and flirtatious, it doesn’t match the situation in the slightest.
“You just like causing problems, (Y/n).” Wally can’t help but say her name again, something about it feels good in his mouth, feels like its supposed to sit on his lips.
“Ah, maybe I do, but you love me for it,” She chuckles lightly, standing back up and patting his thigh as she does so. The sudden contact makes him shudder, causing his body to jump – practically pressing himself into her palm. It causes her to freeze, only for a moment, leaning down to stare into Wally’s eyes again.
“Do you like that, Darling?” His last name drips from her lips just like it did before, yet this time it sounds so different. Its sticky and sweet and causes his head to spin slightly.
Wally goes to speak, to say something, but the hand on his thigh halts his voice entirely. He’s not entirely sure why, but he can’t think clearly. The hand on his thigh squeezes lightly, a pressure that causes him to shudder. He wants to lean into it, his mind fogging with something he isn’t quite sue of.
“I need to hear a yes Wally, or I’m going to take my hand away.” Her voice pulls him out of his seeming trance, his head snapping upwards. He stares at her, eyes meeting with a desperation that he didn’t know he could feel.
“Yes,” Wally whispers, pupils blowing wide as he stares.
“Good boy,” She chuckles, voice dripping with that same sticky sweetness from before. Her hand squeezes again, trailing up his thigh and towards his hip. It rests there for a moment before trailing back down to his thigh. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself there”
Wally can’t find it in himself to answer, only staring into (Y/n)’s eyes, vision slightly unfocused. He doesn’t understand why his head is so foggy, but he does know that he wants more of her touch. As a result, he does his best to push his thigh up into her hand.
“Oh, you really do seem to be enjoying yourself,” The smile in her voice is obvious, “I’m going to untie you now, ok? But you have to promise not to try and run.” She seems to have an idea that he can’t think of at all.
Wally just nods, the prospect of being untied doesn’t properly occur in his mind, the idea of escape a million miles away at this very second. He feels her fingers trail down his leg, the other hand joining to untie the rope binding his ankles together. It takes her a few moments of tugging before the rope comes undone, becoming slack and falling to the floor in loose rings. Wally takes a moment to part his legs, stretching them out before returning them to their previous position.
“Good boy, you’re so good for me,” she hums, both hands returning to his thighs, giving them both a squeeze. Her hands are so big, Wally’s sure that she could wrap her hand entirely around his thigh if she wanted to. He wants her to, at least. The words make Wally feel like he’s melting, becoming absolute putty in (Y/n)’s hands.
He melts more when (Y/n) moves behind him, hands coming to his bound wrists and starting to undo them. She’s much softer this time, fingers brushing the bare skin of his wrists as she undoes the ropes. After a few seconds, Wally feels the rope unravel and drop to the floor, yet he doesn’t move. Not even as (Y/n)’s hands begin to trail up his arms, eventually coming to rest on his shoulders, lightly brushing his neck. She stays there for a moment, gently kneading his shoulders, holding him like he’s made of glass. Then, suddenly, her hands are on his face, forcing it backwards so she can stare into his eyes.
“Hi, sweet thing,” she hums, her hands gripping his face rather harshly, forcing him to stay still. She could’ve let go as soon as she tilted his head back, however, Wally wasn’t going to attempt moving. “You look so pretty like this, pupils blown all wide.” She eases up her grip, now stroking his face.
Wally lets out a short sound, something next to a whimper. He can’t tear his eyes away form (Y/n)’s. Her eyes seem to sparkle with something that only serves to draw him in. Like the lore of an anglerfish, he was walking straight into the jaws of danger, yet he couldn’t look away.
(Y/n) tilts his head forwards again, so that she can lean forwards and place her hands on his thighs. They begin to move, one trailing up and under his jumper, under his shirt, splaying across his stomach. Her finger are so warm as they press against Wally’s bare skin. The warmth from her hands bubbled up through his body until it forces a short, soft moan from his lips.
Wally, unable to look into (Y/n)’s eyes from this angle, decides he doesn’t need to keep his eyes open and so let himself relax into the sensations. Eyes fluttering shut, Wally presses himself against her hands, one of his own reaching up to hold onto her bicep. He continues to let out soft moans as (Y/n)’s hands reach up and towards his chest, dancing her fingers delicately across his skin. He finds himself completely unable to focus on anything but the hand on his chest. Until, that is, (Y/n)’s other hand moves to his inner thigh.
It rests rather high up, nearly brushing against his clothed crotch, snapping him out of his earlier fog. The sensation causes Wally to gasp, attempting to buck his hips into her hand without even thinking – its nothing but an involuntary action. He’s desperate for her touch.
(Y/n) chuckles, it’s a sick, sardonic sound that Wally still loves none the less. In fact, he wants to hear it more. More of her voice, more of her. She pulls her hands from his body at the same time, an action that makes him whimper and squirm; but he doesn’t move, he wouldn’t dare.
Footsteps ring out once again as (Y/n) walks round and stops in front of the smaller puppet, crouching down at an attempt to be eye level with him. It doesn’t work, however, as she ends up about chest height, looking up into his blown-out pupils.
“Hey, pretty thing,” She hums, a hand coming up to cup his cheek. “You enjoying yourself?” Everything about her feels like a trap, yet Wally can’t help but lean in. If he gets snatched up and captured, its worth it, as long as it’s her.
“Yes,” Wally murmurs, eyes half lidded as he leans into her palm. He reaches up, one hand coming to rest on top of hers while the other holds her wrist. “Yes… So much…”
“My good boy.” She smirks as she speaks, her voice flirty and now dripping with lust. (Y/n) pulls her hand away as she stands up, and Wally can’t help but reach out for her as she moves away. He’s desperate to have her back against his skin.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m not leaving,” She bends over, now actually being eye level with him, “get up for me, will you doll?”
Wally nods, scrambling to get himself out of the chair. (Y/n) has to take a step back as he hurries to stand so he doesn’t knock his head against hers. As soon as he’s on his feet, Wally is standing as tall as he can in front of her – something drives him to try and impress her.
“Oh baby, relax,” Her voice is sugar coated as she leans in, beginning to unbutton his cardigan. “There’s no need to be so tense.” She pulls his cardigan off, throwing it somewhere behind him. Part of him hopes it landed on the chair he had been sat on, he didn’t want it to get dirty, yet he also didn’t care.
His shirt came off next, being given the same treatment as his cardigan. Wally ignores the sound of it hitting the floor in favour of reaching up to start undoing his ascot. However, he doesn’t get far before (Y/n)’s hands are on his, pulling them away from his neck.
“Oh no you don’t,” she hums, holding his hands to her chest, cupping them near her collar bones, “that looks so cute on you, I want you to keep it on.”
“Ok…” Wally’s voice comes out as delicate whisper. His hands feel so small in hers, so warm and completely encapsulated.
“Good boy,” She mumbles, dropping his hands and gripping his hips instead and tugging him forwards. Her hands quickly begin work on the button on his trousers, popping it with one hand and using the other to undo the zip. (Y/n) has his trousers on the floor in seconds.
“Actually…” (Y/n) pauses for a second before reaching up, leaving Wally’s painfully hard and still in his boxers. Her hands come back to his ascot and tug at it, pulling it off. The red silk glistens lightly in the soft glow from the sun, laying in her hands.
“Eyes or hands?” She asks, suddenly making eye contact with Wally. He finds himself unable to answer, only able to stare into the perfection that is (Y/n)’s eyes.
“Wally, I’m only going to ask once more. Eyes or hands?” She snaps her fingers in front of his face, brining him back to reality far to fast for his liking.
“Eyes?” Wally mumbles, hesitating a moment before speaking. He’s unsure of what she means, and despite everything that she’d done in the past, he trusts her.
(Y/n) doesn’t answer, only reaching with the ascot in her hands. He isn’t given a chance to react before the red silk is being wrapped round his eyes, obscuring his vision entirely. Wally finds himself deprived of his favourite sense, the one he treasures more than anything else in the world – it should scare him… and yet it doesn’t.
(Y/n)’s hands are back on his hips within seconds of his eyes being covered, this time tugging at the waist band of his boxers. They’re pulled down to around his mid-thigh, freeing his erection and causing him to gasp in both shock and relief. Wally can feel her hands on his thighs, still holding the fabric of his underwear. Although that doesn’t last long, as she tugs them the rest of the way down, leaving them pooled around his ankles much like his trousers.
“Step forwards baby,” She says, holding his hips and guiding him as he takes a step. He’s now completely nude, exposed to her and unable to see anything. His heart is racing yet he wouldn’t change a single thing about what’s going on.
The smaller puppet lets out a yelp as he feels his feet leave the floor. Although he doesn’t flail or worry, as (Y/n)’s hands on his hips hold him steady. He can feel her shifting, but doesn’t know what’s going on until the underneath of his thighs meet her shoulders. He can feel her hair tickling his inner thighs, the wispy strands painting feather soft patterns into the soft, sensitive flesh.
Suddenly, the flat of her tongue is pressing against the underside of his cock. Its warm and wet and has him bucking his hips upwards blindly. He feels (Y/n)’s hands slide up his back, supporting him and holding him against her. Wally leans back into her warm palms for a moment, relaxing just for a second. It is only a second thought, her tongue is back on him, sliding from the base of the shaft to half way up before pulling away and repeating the pattern.
“(Y/n)…” Wally mumbles. This time, its his turn for his voice to drip with lust thick as honey. He reaches down, fingers fumbling to intertwine themself with her hair. Struggling for a moment, Wally finally gets his hands comfortably in her hair, holding the back of her head for support. He defiantly needs it as (Y/n) pulls away, adjusting her head to slip the tip of his cock into her mouth.
Wally bucks his hips forwards, desperate to feel the warmth of her lips around the base of his cock. He partially expects (Y/n) to pull her head away, to scold him for the action – but she doesn’t. Instead, she pushes her head forwards, taking his entire length in one go. It happens so fast that Wally feels himself hit the back of her throat. (Y/n) doesn’t gag.
The warm wetness of her tongue begins to lap at the underside of his cock once more. It’s a sensation that has Wally letting out moans, sounds that bubble up from his chest and spill past his lip. They’re completely uncontrolled sounds, slipping past his lips in the same way foam bubbles out of a soda bottle.
Wally can already feel himself reaching an end. Something about the way she moved, the way she treated him, was driving him towards an edge much faster than he would like to admit. It doesn’t help that he can’t see, that he’s been deprived of his most vital sense.
“(Y/n)-“ he rasps, gripping her hair and tensing his thighs to squish her head slightly. He feels his stomach muscles tense up, causing him to curl forward, around her head.
The taller puppet only hums in response, starting to bob her head. Deliciously slick sounds fill the room. (Y/n)’s hands pressing into Wally’s back to pull him closer, keeping him in place as her tong laves at his shaft. She doesn’t stop her movements or change her pace, continuing to bob her head slightly and swirl her tongue at the pace she had already set.
“I’m- I’m- (Y/n)- I’m-“ Wally can’t splutter out much more than the first word of the sentence that he’s desperately trying to string together. (Y/n)’s pace is driving his towards an edge that he doesn’t want to fall off of – if he does, this ends. Wally is desperate for it not to end.
His hands don’t move from their spot, finding a perfect purchase scrunched up in her hair, holding the back of his head. His hips, however, begin to falter and buck forwards as if they have a mind of their own. Both his body and mind are senselessly chasing pleasure, but only his body wants to reach the finale. And it does.
Wally tenses up fully as he finally reaches his peak, thighs clenching around (Y/n)’s head. His arms pull in tight, hips pushing forwards as he desperately tries to push himself as far down (Y/n)’s throat as possible. He manages to push until he’s hitting the back of her throat, his tip touching the soft warmth in a way that has his whimpering and pleading for more.
The smaller puppet finally spills himself into her mouth, painting her throat white and filling her mouth with a slightly bitter taste. (Y/n) doesn’t recoil though, instead swirling her tongue around his length and continuing to bob her head to the best of her abilities. Wally feels like she’s trying to pull out everything he’s got.
“A-Ah!” he yelps, the sensation suddenly becoming entirely too much. Wally is whimpering, trying to pull away, wordlessly pleading for her to stop.
Eventually, (Y/n) does, pulling away from him and letting him fall from her saliva coated lips. She keeps Wally sat on her shoulders, looking up at him through thick eyelashes, eyes sparkling with mischief in what little light there is in the room.
“Too much baby?~” She purrs, voice still filled with lust.
Wally can only nod, letting out another pathetic sound as he does.
“Oh, you poor thing… Come here,” She mumbles, shifting his position until he’s got his legs wrapped around her waist. Her tone is so much softer now, as is her touch, as she comes to gently cradle his shaking body against hers. She holds him so easily, her much larger hands supporting under his ass and against his back.
“Would you like a bath darling?” (Y/n)’s voice is right next to his ear as she speaks. It’s accompanied by feather light kisses full of love. Her hands are so warm, radiating outwards and into him in a way that almost has him falling asleep where he is. Wally shakes his head. All he wants now is to curl up and sleep.
“Ok then,” she pauses again to kiss the top of his head, something she can do now thanks to his pompadour falling apart, “What about something to eat? Or drink?” Her questions are so gentle, they don’t really need answers.
Wally shakes his head once again, burying his face in (Y/n)’s neck. Her skin is so soft, he can’t help but relax against her. Although that relaxing is interrupted for a moment when (Y/n) pulls the ascot free from his eyes, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Its most likely piles up with the rest of his discarded clothes.
She continues to hold him tight against her body as she walks. Wally is far too drowsy to pay attention to where they’re going. But he takes not of it - a few short steps and a turn to the left.
Suddenly, (Y/n) is shifting the blue haired puppet. He’s sitting in her lap, partially straddling her thighs with his head resting against her chest. (Y/n) in mostly laying down, hands resting on Wally’s back, providing a pleasing weight.
(Y/n) doesn’t say anything as she begins to stroke Wally’s hair, placing many short kisses on top of his head. He can slowly feel his grip on consciousness loosening. He knows he isn’t going to fall asleep, but he’s not going to be awake anymore.
“I’ve got you, baby,” (Y/n) mumbles. It’s the last thing Wally hears before the world slips away from him.
#fanfic#fanfiction#x reader#playfellowxxx#request#requested#smut#I was so excited to write this#antagonist x protagonist
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** to begin: a psa ! foggy nelson is alive and well on this blog. this version of foggy tends to exist very much within the verse I wrote on his card and only occassionally will I pull in a storyline from the comics when there is something I really love. I have verses from his cancer storyline, if there's someone out there tryna write with a wild west foggy from 1872, i really just pick and choose. for the most part, my timeline is a comic variant netflix blend.
daredevil is hard for foggy because he is mostly over it – he gets that matt is helping people and he's good at it – but sometimes it aches that he is one of the only people in the world who knows that matthew murdock is putting himself in harms way every single night. he paces and washes his hands raw and settles with the understanding that matt promised to be different and not stop showing up like he had. foggy is always going to resent the fact that daredevil and his best friend are the same person, but he learned the hard way that asking matt to just stop would only make everyone mad at each other. he has to trust that matt wants to come home, and that's a big ask, but he's doing his best.
so yeah, thats where he's at in terms of knowing about daredevil and trying to be okay with it because he can almost understand.
— @existentialflirt sent META + DAREDEVIL
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i can't wait to be 30+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 40+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 50+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 60+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 70+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 80+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 90+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to look back on my life and know that i loved things deeply and passionately and was inspired to create and was part of communities with incredible people from all over the world brought together by the stories that touched us
#and still be mad at shithead executives for unfairly cancelling my pirate show#also imagine what my ao3 word count will be like. gonna be writing my little fics in the nursing home#sometimes when i get frustrated over my writing i have to remember that i've only been doing it for a little over a year#and not in my native language#there is still so much time and so much to learn and try and discover and explore and i am EXCITED#there is something so ancient and beautiful about humans being brought together by stories#storytelling is what humans have always done and will always do and what will always connect us#to our past to the future to each other#sorry for the 1 am ramblings#fandom#🐭📓
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honestly shout out to the dead dove: do not eat creators, the darkfic authors, the people who can unflinchingly stare into their darkest desires and curiosities and give them life enough to share with other people. It's absolutely so much harder than it looks to pull off
#everything depraved i start writing inevitably ends up turning into either something way too toothless#or with so much worldbuilding to cope i end up inventing a new language lmao#thoughts on writing#On the other hand sublimation and the tension with what excites is how I write half my shit tbh so maybe it's fine but#i was really really trying to go for actual castration in the fic i was just working on and I still swerved and left it inside scene only#lolololol
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CREATING BLUEY - Tales from the Art Director
Chapter 1 - How a 23 Year old gal from Brisbane ended up designing the world's most popular kids show
FREE on Substack
Ever wondered what exactly went on behind the scenes of making Bluey? How do you make the world’s most popular children’s television show? Well for the first time, you get to read about it. From someone who was there at the very beginning.
I was the Lead Art Director on Bluey for Season 1. At the beginning of the production with direction from show creator Joe Brumm I designed the overall style of the show, the Heeler House and its interior rooms from scratch.
For the next few weeks I’ll be publishing a four chapter behind the scenes look at my experience on Bluey. For the fans, this will be a look behind the curtain you’ve never gotten. And for my fellow and beloved animation workers: I’ll lay bare what the expectations and realities are of working on one of those ‘dream jobs’ in animation we all aspire to. A dream that I thought I was doomed to always have pass me by as a kid studying animation in somewhere as far flung as Brisbane, Australia.
#bluey#Australia#visual development#concept art#excited to show everyone dis#There's already an American journalist flying to Australia in April to sniff out our stories for a book she's writing#so I thought I'd beat her to it ;0)#Everyone else profits off the work I did so I thought I would undercut them as a little treat for myself and you guys#enjoy!!!
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Weird ass list but you do you man.
List of Things to do When I get a Physical Form
> Take every drug in existence! At once!
> Not S + P approved drinks til I pass out!
> Orgy BIG SEX NVM
> Make maggot cheese legal again and eat it!
> Get freaky with Sixer (ESPECIALLY those fingers!)
> Touch Sixer’s teeth
> Get vivisected by Dr. Pines
> Star gazing w FEEL THE HEAT DEATH OF THE UNIVERSE
> Marry Fo Make Fordsy my golden trophy wife
> Get impregnated by Ford
Fun fact! Maggot cheese is both a play on Mac n Cheese and a real illegal cheese from Italy called Casu Marzu! There are two ways of eating it:
1. With LIVE maggots!
2. With DEAD maggots! You simply put the cheese in a tight paper bag and wait and listen to the sound of little grubs flinging their bodies at the paper as they slowly suffocate. It’s like listening to popcorn in the microwave!
I think Bill and Ford would try it both ways for different reasons.
#billford#Billford Art#I swear mpreg jokes aren’t the only think I make lol#can you believe I was most excited for the cheese joke? and the cheese fact#now I need to write the vivisection fic#trying to be so brave and participate in fandom space#my art
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Hm, I wonder who this could be,,,
#mushroom oasis vn#doodles#cheea chatter#gasp after 2 years??? mermychael real???!#im reaaaally excited abt his design#kinda unconventional but hm#i wanted to experiment a lil#might even write a short drabble for patreon but we'll see! i have so many thoughts
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Part 7

hey guys long time no see SKLJK
they're off to find Killer now ;))))
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#Missing Killer Comic#my comics#mitsusart#undertale au#art#au undertale#bad sans#nightmares gang#murder time trio#undertale multiverse#undertale aus#utmv fanart#nightmare sans#sans aus#ink sans#utmv#nightmare!sans#cross sans#sans au#cross!sans#yeah this is the anti void btw#ink!sans#i like writing nightmare HEUEH#and drawing him#he's so fun guys oml#anyway#we may or may not be nearing the end....#:))))#let's say im really excited :)#thank you for being patient for 6 months for this freaking comic
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I get it now. (and im sorry)
#wc#blood cw#injury cw#hollyleaf's story#hollyleaf#hollypaw#fox cub wc#hollykit#how do i tag the fox#fox wc#red & silver au#<--- btw.#clip studio paint#digital art#artists on tumblr#au#back when i was actually writing all of po3 and oots for the au i was SO excited to get to hollyleaf's book because the tunnels are so wack#and in the au i tried to make the wackiness make sense. so the fox sticks around a bit longer due to another...factor in the tunnels helpin#holly out. you'd be able to guess from what ive posted of the au here#shumm's art
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yttdisms now im moved in
#kostik draws#i got so excited when i learned that midori probably stands Like That because he finds it funny to stare at sara at her eye level#what a freak...... i love him so much. eat your damn food bitch#also sou alter squad my alltime faves forever and ever. i Need to write a fanfiction about you#gin ibushi#sou hiyori#shin tsukimi#midori yttd#sara chidouin#fanart#yttd#your turn to die#kimi ga shine#the sillies#thank god i didnt forget how to draw these past few weeks i still need to finish my zine piece
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SWAMPY MARSH YOU LEGEND!!!!!!!!


#swampy you are the only man in the animation industry I trust 😔😔#(this is hyperbole but the general point stands)#I am so excited for the new episodes I’ve missed his writing!!#Phineas and Ferb#pnf#swampy marsh#GAY PEOPLE WILL BE REAL IN PNF SEASONS 5 AND 6
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Two Peas in a Pod: part 4/?
Hopefully the dialog isn't confusing.
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"Still dizzy?"
"Not really," Jazz answered with a comfortable smile, though stole a quick glance over to the gate. The first since Blaster had arrived for the morning routine. The other mer wasn't awake yet last he saw, but he was shifting more. The medication had obviously long worn off by now, but Jazz still hoped they weren't in too much pain.
But Blaster noticed and it prompted him to pause his checks to ask, "did he wake up last night?"
"Kinda? He could have been talking in his sleep though."
"Hm, there's a good chance he'll be up soon, then."
Jazz's expression of his usual cheerfulness shifted, just slightly and if it had been anyone other than Blaster, they would have missed it. He flipped the clipboard over in his lap and rested his elbows against his crossed legs.
"You're nervous," Blaster pointed out gently and gave Jazz an encouraging smile. "Is this about their injuries, or is this about making a friend?"
The mer's face soured and he looked away. "I thought I wasn't supposed to ask."
"That was about the gate, and I'm sorry about that." It was just the two of them on the pier, but Blaster still practised a surveying sweep of the area with what looked like stretching. Then with a lower voice, he continued, "The Vet Chief wanted to fully isolate them from you, to keep them in a transfer-crate, at least until the injuries had a low risk of reopening. I argued that it would put them under a lot of undue stress, and you because you knew the Mer was here. Which is part of why it took so long for–"
"–and it's fine to say this now?" Jazz snapped and turned back to him with a small scowl.
"Jazz, how many staff members were in your area yesterday? When we talked about the gate?"
He paused, trying to recall. Blaster was with him and the group that went into the bay had five… seven?
"There was thirteen, Jazz," he supplied, knowing that any answer coming would be incorrect. It was a lot of people, and with Blaster already known for making waves on the regular, the sudden addition had eyes and ears on him. That, and because he had fought so hard against the 'great idea' brought up in the first meeting after emergency treatment had ended. "You didn't even clock the vet on standby at the pier entrance."
Jazz huffed and laid out flat, resting his chin on his crossed arms. Okay, so he wasn’t paying attention to who was around. "Then what is it about the gate? I get the bit about climbing the walls, but…"
"That one is on me, I was – am – being overly cautious. Not of you, but of others misunderstanding your excitement or anxiety as aggression. And I know how persistent you can be when something catches your interest. But that's not the point, what is, is that if the team reports you showing signs of aggression, they'll… remove him."
Now looking worried, Jazz glanced from Blaster to the gate. "But what if he shows aggression?"
"We're expecting that, at least at first." Blaster wanted to reassure him, but there were still too many unknown variables. "Unknown place with an unfamiliar face, and likely limited communication. There is bound to be backlash."
Jazz looked down with an expression of growing despair, before dropping his face against his arms. His words muffled, "so whether he stays or not depends on me being able to talk with him."
Blaster reached out and placed his hand on the orca's shoulder. "Listen, buddy, this might be hard to hear. But let me explain, okay? … So far it looks like there are no issues and the current plan is to have him released once he recovers." As he feels Jazz tense, Blaster frowns in understanding and begins to rub his shoulder to comfort him. "There is only one reason that the aquarium wouldn't go through with it, and honestly, I don't want that to happen. It's all sorts of fucked up and would only make things worse– but I don't want you to distance yourself from him. I want you to try and befriend him."
"… why," Jazz asked weakly, cursing him for telling him the truth – for reminding him of the truth – for breaking his small piece of hope of not being alone anymore. If he was going to be taken away, if he was just going to lose him no matter what, then it would hurt less if he just ignored him.
All sorts of answers bounce around in Blaster's mind. From wishful thinking – because I want you to go with him. To long term goals – anything we could learn could help Mers everywhere. But he settled on as close to the truth as he could. "Because I'm trying to make sure that no matter what happens, it's the best result for both of you. But I can't do that if the two of you can't at least work together. So, I'm asking you to try."
"Right," because he doesn't need to be kept here to survive… he just needs time to heal. Where I – "–right. Okay, I'll try… but where do I even start?" Jazz took a deep breath to compose himself before he lifted his head.
"Well, why don't we see if sleepy-head is waking up? Maybe he'd like breakfast." Blaster offered, first with a reassuring smile, but then twisted it into something more mischievous. "And maybe you could find out if he's got a beautiful name, too."
It took a second to realize what Blaster was getting at, and for the first time in his life Jazz felt bashful. "W-what are you talking about?" He hid it terribly.
"He's beautiful~" he whispered dramatically, and Blaster learned that mers could in fact blush.
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When Blaster left to get food for the wild mer, Jazz calmly made his way over to the view port. Only to be taken by surprise, he was looking directly at Jazz. Though, glaring, might be more accurate with how his face was pulled tight with focus and the sheer intensity of his stare.
But otherwise, they were completely calm. Jazz wasn't sure if that was a good sign or bad. Yet, it didn't stop his nervous excitement from returning. He waved with one of his best smiles – one without teeth – and greeted him with a friendly, "hello!"
What he got in return was a slightly more intense furrowing of their brow – irritation or confusion?
"Oh! Sorry, habit." Jazz switched to mer. {Hi!}
The tension didn't leave his face, but there was slight movement and, again, Jazz didn't know how to interpret that. But he did answer, {||၊|။||||•။၊|။|။|၊|။||၊၊၊|?}
"Uh…" Yep, didn't understand any of that.
Then the door opened on the edge behind them and Jazz for a moment thought that it would startle the wild mer. But they didn't even flinch. And while their eyes remained on him, Jazz was fairly sure now that they had been using their sonar to track the human's movement.
"Are they still asleep?" Blaster asked, puzzled.
"Nope, very much awake." He shifted lower to try and get more than the man's boots in his sight.
"Ah…" He sounded uneasy and began to make small careful steps around the edge closer to Jazz while he spoke as calmly as possible. "Well, I'm going to keep talking, just so you don't think I'm trying to sneak up on you."
When he reached the point where he was straight across from the wild mer, they lifted their head to turn their glare on the human. Blaster to his credit did not flinch, but he did freeze. "Whoa– that's – wow, t-that's quite the look."
A series of slow clicks came from them, but their lips did not move. Jazz didn't think it was echo-speak, as it reminded him of his own searching clicks when he was trying to get a better picture. "Oh! I think he's trying to see what you have."
The wild mer glanced to Jazz, becoming silent once more before looking back up at Blaster.
"Fair enough, alright new buddy, I'm going to be real slow about it okay?" Back to narrating his actions calmly as he knelt down. Showing the long pole with a thin, blunt hook, "just an arm I don't mind losing if you decide that you don't like the breakfast I brought," and poured out the fish from the bucket.
Still the wild mer glared, unblinking and watching every little movement.
"Okay… I'm not sure what to make of this, so far everything has been nothing like previous encounters."
"Ya, didn't you say he'd be freaking out?"
"You got anything to calm or reassure our new buddy here that I ain't going to hurt him?" Blaster was doing his absolute best at trying to remain calm, but even his hands were starting to tremble under the pressure the wild mer was giving him. He wasn't even moving, just watching, but it felt like the human was being stalked.
Honestly, Blaster was probably one bad move from being lunged at. Though, if that was the case, he had maybe one chance to get away. The hammock would throw him off on the first strike, the supports could probably take two or four hard thrashings before it snapped under the mer's strength. Injuries be damned, this mer was in peak physical condition.
Jazz gave a small chirp to try and gain the other's attention, and failed, but continued with trying to talk. {It's okay, you're safe.}
He was given a very tiny dip of his finial facing the gate – a tell that he had heard him?
{You're safe,} Jazz repeated.
The mer didn't look away, but he did at least respond. {•၊၊|•|၊|။။၊|။•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။•၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။•} Though, far too fast for Jazz attempt to understand.
"I'm hoping you two are talking about your favourite fish." Blaster joked to cover his nervousness.
Jazz sighed and admitted the truth, "I haven't a clue to what they're talking about…"
"Just let me know if I should run, kay?" He shifted slowly on his knees, trying to find a comfortable spot without making himself too vulnerable.
But Jazz hadn't given up yet. {Hungry?} He tried instead.
More chirps and clicking that didn't translate.
{Hungry? Yes? No?}
The heavy huff that came from them caused Blaster to flinch, but the mer finally focused on Jazz. There was clear irritation in their face now on top of glaring. And the damns broke, he started ranting at him loudly.
"Hey, don't yell at me, I'm trying okay!?" Jazz glared back, not backing down. Though wasn't all that intimidating with him just having a little porthole to look through.
"Jazz, buddy, please don't aggravate him." He, after all, was the one in the room with the wild mer.
"He fuckn' started it!"
Silence came quickly as the wild mer plunked his face into the soft floaty that had been his pillow. Blaster would have found it utterly hilarious if not fearing for his life currently. With another heavy and long huff, the wild mer looked back at Jazz, still glaring, but slightly less than before. {•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။? Yes? No?}
Jazz blinked at him for a moment, depending on the question, no could be a yes. {No…?} He answered tentatively instead.
{It's safe? Yes? No?} And he pointed his nose towards Blaster briefly, but clearly wasn't happy about it.
{Yes!} Jazz nodded vigorously and smiled for extra encouragement. Out of all the staff, Blaster was safe, Jazz held some trust in the human after all. {[Blaster] safe.}
"What about me?"
"He asked if you're safe and I told him you were. Relax a bit or something to show him."
Easier said than done. Blaster cursed, but did his best to ease the tension from his shoulders and smile a little. Even, daring to slowly lift a hand to wave.
The mer did not seem convinced, but his glare lessened some more and looked over the human with more curiosity than before.
{Hungry? Yes? No?} Jazz tried again.
There was a long pause, but they sighed and answered. {… yes.}
"Progress!" He cheered and then stuck his hand through the little window. "Blaster, hand me one of the fish. He's hungry, but I have a feeling that he'll trust you more if he sees me eat what you have."
"Okay." He made sure that it was clear as possible what his intentions were. Taking a fish under the gills, Blaster looped the blunt hook in and out the mouth. Then, very slowly, began to feed the length of the pole towards Jazz's waiting hand. Once Jazz felt the tail touch his palm, he grabbed it and waited until Blaster twisted enough for the fish to slip free. Then the pole was just as slowly drawn back.
The whole time the wild mer watching the exchange intensely.
Jazz pulled the fish over to his side, chirped for the other's attention before he swallowed it whole. Smiling once more as he said, {safe.}
Blaster had to admit, he was surprised when the mer shifted slightly in the hammock, and then cautiously held out his right hand. The glare never left, but this one felt like a threat, that if he messed this chance up, there would not be another.
Though this was the first time Jazz had been able to see any of his injuries. The colourful tape-bandages almost covered every inch of his skin from his hand up to his bicep. It reminded him that just yesterday he had been mortally wounded. Which was probably a key reason the wild mer seemed so calm, they had only started to recover and every action was either painful or exhausting. Likely both.
Jazz watched closely as Blaster went through all the careful steps as he had with Jazz and held the fish out. The only difference, was that the human's grip was loose, just in case the wild mer decided to try and yank him into the water with it. But they didn't, doing exactly as they saw before, allowing Blaster to release the fish and retreat. The whole process was so slow that the wild mer's arm started to shake from being held out.
But both Jazz and Blaster let out a breath of relief as there had been no backlash.
He eyed the fish in his grip with a mild sneer before he swallowed it and then held out his shaky hand for another. It was clear that the pain was getting to him, but nothing in his expression showed weakness.
The feeding got easier and quicker as Blaster relaxed a bit, not fearing that a normal pace would come off as threatening to the wild mer.
When the shaking got bad enough, the mer rested his arm back in the hammock, but kept his eyes on the remaining fish. As if to convey he wasn't finished, just needed a break. Blaster was more than happy to comply and gave him a few praises, even if they didn't understand.
"Hey," Jazz called gently, chirping for the other's attention. He waited until they looked his way, then pointed at himself. "Jazz," and then to the human, "Blaster," and back to himself once more, "Jazz," before pointing to the other mer with a questioning tilt of his head. He hoped it was clear what he was asking for.
When the silence stretched on for a bit, the human also joined in. "Blaster," to himself and to his mer, "Jazz."
There was a brief moment that Jazz could see that they were working over something, opening their mouth a few times before the sound of a sharp zip came out. "… 'tzz?"
Jazz snorted, before breaking into a few chuckles. "Ya, missing the Ja, but you'll get there. I'm Jazz." He placed a hand over his heart.
The gesture was reflected, {•၊||၊။}
It was his turn to try and work out the sound in his head. Jazz tried the word out soundlessly on his tongue once. It was like a popping roll? {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊?}
{•၊||၊။} they repeated, firmly correcting him.
"Nice to meet ya, {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊}!" While the mer scowled at him for not even trying to fix his pronunciation, Jazz just smiled brightly.
"So... what is his name?" Blaster asked for a translation, very interested in the development between them.
Jazz laughed, "I have no idea."
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Don't ask about my attempt to make sound-wave-like-text, it's gibberish, lol, and going forward only •၊||၊။ (Prowl) & •၊||၊၊၊၊၊ (Prowler) will be used until Jazz has a English (common?) name to attach an understanding to.
Keferon, I just wanted to say that every comment or tag you leave on the fic is like serotonin being injected into my veins. Every silly little image is like rolling down a grassy hill in the warm sun while I laugh with manic joy. When you add art, it's like an adrenaline shot to the heart that makes me want to run across the globe just to frantically wave hello with both hands, give you a hug and run back to get started on the next part.
And the next part will be Prowl joining Jazz in the main pool and Jazz learning just how fast he is, even while injured. >:)c
-GLC
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Me looking in my inbox and seeing that there's two peas in a po
Odjndgdjdkfhdkm PLEASE. Blaster is so nervous EVERYONE IS SO NERVOUS Ooohhhnooo he's gonna freak out and kill everything he can reach oh no we all know how all those wild stupid creatures are oh no watch out While Prowl is trying to blow their pancakes with mind
And I juswannasay I love it so much ehehejgknfbfkdn THE SOUND WAVE SPEACH? I LOVE THE LOOK OF IT EHEHEH
Always a big fan of creative ways of showing imaginary languages. This thing?? ||ll•|Il It looks hella stylish >:O
Aaannnndd I got excited and made some art hehe


#maccadam#transformers#apocalyptic ponyo#jazz#prowl#jazzprowl#blaster#Blaster is slowly but steadily growing on me....huh#kinda torn apart with his design because technically all staff has to wear swim suits around pools. But also the whole Blasters design?#it screeeeammms “big hoodies and jackets”. he is SO blocky in canon. I can't imagine him in a swim suit lol#also IM SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR JP TO GET IN A SAME POOL OHOJFNFB ITS GONNA BE SO FUN#I love how you write them#I LOVE how I read the fic and from time to time I go#“huh I didn't consider that before”#like. I loooove when characters in a fic can do stuff in a way that is smarter than what I expected#and I have this little “oh wow okay” moment#it's not even about big plot. just. little things haha#also ahahahah I love how Jazz keeps “talking” to Prowl while simultaneously having NO idea what are they even talking about#like of course they have to have their first argument before they can even properly understand each other. My favorite JP flavor right here#fuck wait I need to add important tags before I run out of the space for them#ponyo jp writing#GLC#............I just realized I drew almost identical sketch with Jazz and this tiny ass window......#the pose is literally the same but it's drawn from scratch. lmao. oh well#Blaster is actively fearing for his life is the only real one here😔✊#Ohhhhoho Prowl is about to see how fucked up Jazz's situation is#everything. how he is too thin how his fins are curled and fucked how he has to perform for humans EVERYTHING#This fic is a fucking national treasure of this blog I tell you
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Travelling for Day 4 of SpeSilverWeek! going to Mt. Silver to visit "the extended family"...
#I might just have completely forgotten but we never properly got to see mr silver in the manga right?? a Tragedy it's my fav place#spesilverweek#pokespe#pokespe silver#pokemon#sneasel#my art#I only meant to do that second drawing but then I was feeling the art comfort so much I wanted more...#I wish they looked nicer together as a set but oh well#I might not have time for Day 5 now but I'll see dsfhkud#also everyone's been writing such nice tags the past days and I'm going all ;; over it thank you;;;; like so so much;;;;;;;;#I'm so excited to be back at it hell yeah !!!!
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ACT 2 "You're... me?" "That's right, stardust!"
You know I've been drawing Loop as their Siffrin form so much that it's got me thinking. I've read and seen so many fics and artworks of Loop eventually getting back to looking like their old self, but I don't think I've seen any so far of Loop already being a mirror copy of Siffrin. So uh, yoink?
ISAT AU where the game plays out the same way (plot-wise at least) but Loop looks like Siffrin the whole time and while Siffrin is extremely perplexed that there's another him, he's still gotta accept their help because how else are they supposed to escape the loops? Good ol' Loop is here to help, helpful friendly Loop!
Siffrin is going through it still but Differently.
#In Stars and Time#ISAT#ISAT Spoilers#ISAT Siffrin#ISAT Loop#ISAT AU#illustration#digital art#artists on tumblr#fan art#two coins same side au#TCSS AU#id in alt#hazelnootart#think this is the first time i've come up with a proper AU at ALL so um! i'm going to call this#EDIT: CHANGED THE AU NAME BECAUSE I HAD A BIG BRAIN MOMENT OTW HOME FROM WORK#honestly i already have lots of ideas for this. like how the intro convo goes and how act 5 plays out when siffrin has the Moment with loop#and ESPECIALLY with how the convo “who do you think i am” will be changed i have thought IMMENSELY about that#i'll get to that one first at some point! i've got a lot on my plate art-wise but i'm excited to do this haha#if i still did writing (and had the ideas for a good plot) i would do it but comics and excerpts will do for now
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isabella garcia shapiro has a wonderful dream (1/?) (NEXT)
#sami's art#phineas and ferb#dwampyverse#isabella in wonderland#< tag for ORGANIZATIONAL PURPOSES#this is going to be a HUGE project#i genuinely have like. a ginormous script and character designs ready and thumbnails#its so exciting though#i hope i manage to finish it#AND I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT#Ive become really confident in my writing and casting choices so Yall just gotta trust the vision#isabella garcia shapiro#baljeet tjinder#alice in wonderland#pnf AU
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seb and clora working on baby #1 👶 🔞🔞!! NSFW !!🔞🔞
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#celeste is technically in this picture💀 almost tagged her just to be truly unhinged LMAOO#im working on a oneshot rn where they finally do the deed without any contraceptives/actually try to get pregnant#surprisingly it wont have THAT much smut tho its just gonna be a small part of it I SWEAR!!! but then again we'll see#cuz seb always takes the reigns once i start writing him LMAO#the main focus is gonna be seb super excited/distracted leading up to the day and he cant pay attention to anything else BAHAHA#and then afterwards how even tho its too early to test he'll already be convinced clora is pregnant bc ITS HIS SWIMMERS CMON!!! no doubt#and then overprotective seb with preggo clora NATURALLY...even more insane than he usually is#and lawley will be making an appearance🥰to congratulate them ofc🥰🥰hes soooooo happy for them!!🥰🥰🥰#and theres gonna be a teensy bit of dad seb at the end hehe...honstly i wasnt planning to write any stuff with the kids#but i wrote a brief celeste/seb interaction and i was like aw wait this is cute?? i want more....so maaaybe there shall be more dad seb#hogwarts legacy smut#sebastian sallow smut#clora clemons#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow x oc#sebastian sallow#choccyart
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