#and wally never explores that far

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

About the Lights Out AU, wouldn't the building start crumbling due to weathering and stuff since there's no maintenance? Wouldn't the roof fall apart or like part of it at some point?

oh, yes. yes it would.

[walliedarling]

Vitamin C

You and Wally are the only inhabitants of Home who can eat. Wally, as is in his nature, is curious about anything he's unfamiliar with, including this. You decide to humour him, then humour him a little more... Hesitantly.

Notes: Human Reader AU (you were transported to Home and keep your human body) Hypnosis, Mild Horror Elements, Mild Body Horror, Non-Sxual Body Exploration. (you eat an apple. that’s all :)!)

“You’re not kidding, right? You really want to see?”

You don’t think that Wally would lie to you, or push a joke this far. Still, you fail to see the appeal in this. You hold the apple Wally has given you by its stem, and twirl it around.

“I’m not joking at all,” he responds. His eyes linger on the apple you’re holding, before his gaze drifts back to your face. “Do you mind? I wouldn’t want to make a friend do something they don’t want.”

Wally is the first one who has asked to see you eat right to your face, but you know that it’s yet another surprising aspect of your body to everyone living here. More surprising than the feeling of your skin, the number of your fingers, and the texture of your hair. Some are better at hiding their reactions than others. Some don’t try to hide them at all, like Wally. He’s here to have his curiosity sated, and you can’t deny that you have questions of your own.

“No, no, it’s fine. It doesn’t bother me,” you say, answering honestly. It’s a little weird, nothing more than that. You’re used to that by now. “So, hm… None of you really eat? The food’s just for show?”

Wally is quiet for a moment. He folds his hands over each other, and taps one of his fingers on the top of his hand, the rhythm even.  

“The others don’t. They think their favourite foods are pretty, that’s all,” he says. “But I do. I eat. I get hungry. Like you do.”

“Oh, uh, really?” His answer catches you off-guard. You wrack your brain for memories of any instance of seeing Wally eat, yet turn up empty. You continue speaking before he has the chance to respond. “I’ve never seen you do it, though.”

Wally smiles wider, his eyes squinting a little. “Maybe you haven’t been looking well enough,” he says. Whatever that means. You sigh through your nose. Another skill that only you are capable of in this small town.

“I wanna see how you eat too then. You can’t say that and expect me not to be curious,” you tell him. You’re curious now, and it’s nice to have something substantial in common with one of your neighbours. It’s mostly your curiosity speaking . Where does he even leave it? “I-if you don’t mind.” You quickly add. Wally was considerate enough to ask as well, and you have no idea if there are any weird implications behind what you’re stating.

“It’s fine with me,” he says, looking at the apple once more, and back at you. “ You should go first, since I asked first. I’ll show you after, is that alright? Promise.” Wally is the type of person to keep his word, you know that.

“Fine by me. I’m kind of hungry, anyway.” You bring the apple to your mouth. It’s strange to eat with someone gazing so intently at you, his eyes practically boring holes into you. It makes you self-conscious of every single one of your movements. Something as simple as taking a bite no longer feels natural, and your nails press into the apple as you hold it in front of your mouth. You close your eyes.

Well, you might as well get started.

Your teeth sink into the apple’s flesh with a snap. When sap practically gushes out, your eyes shoot open and you let out a noise of surprise. A droplet or two run down your chin. Your face heats up, and Wally’s slow, stilted laughter doesn’t help your embarrassment. With the back of your hand, you wipe your chin clean. You hadn’t expected it to be this juicy. It tastes good, at least. The perfect mixture of sour and sweet, and soft enough to easily chew through. You keep your mouth firmly closed the whole time. After that embarrassing moment, you want to at least refrain from making too much noise.

Wally leans his chin on one of his hands as he stares up at you. The height difference between the two of you is noticeable, even when sitting down. “What a messy way of eating, neighbour. I wasn’t expecting that.”  

You groan, and put your hand over your mouth. “It’s not usually like that,” you mumble. “I don’t know what I was doing there. It’s supposed to stay inside, and you just chew it up.”  You lower your hand, and smile sheepishly. This is more silly than anything truly embarrassing, honestly. The whole situation is odd, and has you more on edge than you should be.

“Chew?” he repeats, tilting his head to the side.

“Yeah.” You open your mouth and point at your teeth. “That’s what these are for. My teeth. They grind it up, so it doesn’t get stuck anymore.”

“Ohhh,” he draws out the noise. His fingers tap on his cheek. “I was wondering about that. I thought they were filling up empty space, and that’s all.” The only times Wally looks away from your eyes is when he moves to stare at something else. This time, at your teeth. “Can you show me that, too?”

You frown. “What, the chewing?”

Wally simply nods in response. You hesitate.

“It’s… Impolite to chew with your mouth open,” you explain. It’s an unwritten rule that you don’t have any clear memory of, yet know to be true. A bit of knowledge so ingrained into your mind that it has left an impression on you deeper than a memory. (How stupid. You wish you could remember anything more about where you came from.) “And it looks gross. I don’t recommend it.”

“Why would it be impolite? I’m the one asking you to do it. I would like to see.” He blinks up at you multiple times, his smile softening around the edges. “Pretty please?” You laugh, and shrug your shoulders as Wally’s expression returns to its usual. It takes you some effort to wrestle your eyes away from the dark pools of his eyes, and look at the apple you bring to your mouth.

“Okay, whatever. Since you asked so nicely,” you tease lightly. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You take another bite out of the apple, larger than the last. Like Wally asked, you keep your mouth open, and try not to think too hard at what you’re doing. Instead of speeding through it, you chew slowly, to keep the amount of gross, smacking noises to a minimum. Wally hums as he watches. His pupils move up and down with the rising and falling of your teeth, his eyes even more lidded than usual.

“You really do crush it to bits. I see, I see… How different.” he mumbles to himself. If there’s anything he doesn’t seem to be, it’s disgusted. He doesn’t look fazed at all. You’re forced to close your mouth when swallowing, and Wally blinks when you show him it’s all gone. “Where does it go?”

“It goes down,” you respond. You press a finger to the outside of your throat, and trace it down to about where your stomach must be. It’s difficult to think of a way to explain this to him without causing more confusion. “There’s a kind of… Pipe? A hollow part. It leads down to another place, where the food gets burnt up.”  

“Burned?” Wally’s eyes widen. “You have a fire inside of your body? Ah, is that why you are always so warm…? That seems very uncomfortable, friend. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine! I’m completely fine!” That definitely wasn’t the right way to use, and you smile at your own silliness. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong… I– I don’t really know how to explain it to you. It’ll sound weird no matter what I say.”

Wally remains quiet for a few moments longer, as if waiting to hear if you will offer any further explanation. “That’s alright. I don’t mind. Some things are difficult to explain. I don’t think I could explain to you how I eat, either. Bodies can be a little silly.”

“That’s one way to put it.” you respond, smiling. Without thinking, your tongue darts out of your mouth and licks at your lips, licking up some of the sap you had failed to clean up earlier. It would’ve gone entirely unnoticed by you if Wally hadn’t brought attention to it.

“Your tongue is funny too. I can’t do that, only this.” He sticks his tongue out in a straight line, before pulling it back inside. It’s made out of felt like the rest of him, like your body is made out of flesh. “Yours looks squishy. Can I touch it?”

That’s where you draw the line. You’re fine with him watching you eat, find him asking you to do so with your mouth open a semi-acceptable level of strangeness, but you’re not going to let him pull at your tongue. Your face is burning up. Despite your reservations, you assume that Wally doesn’t think there’s anything strange about asking this. Hadn’t Julie asked you for a couple of strands of your hair to take a closer look at? Hadn’t Frank practically interrogated you on all kinds of subjects when you recently arrived, trying to figure out what kind of creature you were? Still… You don’t really want him to do this.

“Well, I…” You trail off. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, and you can’t look away from Wally’s eyes. When you shake your head, the movement is difficult and sluggish. It feels as if you were underwater, fighting against a membrane limiting your movements. The apple sits in your lap, forgotten. Wally’s eyes are so, so big.

Wally leans in closer, smiling as he looks at you. “You’ll be okay. I’ll be careful.”

This is weird. You don’t want this. However, thinking becomes too much effort as Wally hovers in front of your face. Your mouth hangs open the slightest bit, though whether through subconscious obedience, or because you’re so out of it that your facial muscles simply relaxed, you don’t know. Wally keeps your face still with one hand, using his other hand to coax your mouth open further.

He doesn’t immediately go for your tongue. Instead, he pokes at your front teeth, running his finger along the bottom. For a moment, he lingers on one of your canines, and laughs. 

“Ha, ha, ha. I thought they would’ve been sharper.” He runs the pad of his pointer finger over your teeth, until he reaches your molars, and the back of your mouth. A shudder shoots through you, and you lurch backward.

“It’ll hurt if you go deeper.” With his finger still in your mouth, your voice sounds somewhat distorted.

Wally blinks slowly. “...Me, or you?”

It’s difficult to keep a solid train of thought going, and even harder to speak. Your eyes are nearly entirely slid shut. The world around you is hazy. Yet, you know that Wally is looking right at you.

“Both of us.” You can’t quite remember why it would be bad if he pushed down further. All you know is that it’ll be bad.

Wally pulls his hand back. He prods at your tongue instead, which twitches in response to his touch. You let out a noise of discomfort, and he shushes you. “It’s softer than I expected. What’s that on it?” Another finger enters your mouth. He pinches your tongue in between two of his fingers. As he rubs the bottom of it with one of them, more and more spit starts to accumulate in your mouth.  

You try to answer his question, though a part of you knows very well it’s no use. What leaves your mouth is incomprehensible gibberish as your tongue wriggles in his grasp. Wally laughs harder than he has during your whole interaction so far.

“Oh, so it’s for speaking, too? How silly.” He retreats from your mouth. You let out a sigh, and the haze in your head clears a tad as he stares at the spit covering his fingers. With his clean hand, he reaches inside his own mouth and mirrors what he earlier did to you. You try not to stare too hard into his mouth. It’s a black expanse that seems to lead nowhere. “Another difference. I can still speak while doing this!” He laughs again, and repeats himself. “Another difference.”

He speaks as unobstructed as if there were nothing in his mouth at all. Your face scrunches up. This feels like missing the last step while going down the stairs, expecting something that isn’t there.

“Now, now,” Wally places both of his hands back in his lap, and smiles at you. “It’s not very nice to look at your friend like that.” Your head feels heavier. Though your eyes hurt, you can’t blink.

“Sorry. I wasn’t expecting that.” Your way of speaking is languid, and you don’t know what you’re saying until you’ve heard the words spoken out loud.

“Apology accepted. I’ll ask you one more question to make it up for that, though!” He winks at you. “Your voice… It comes from somewhere else other than your tongue, right? I still heard noise.”

Your arm moves. Your hand ends up at your throat. Your head leans to the side. “Here. It vibrates.”

Wally doesn’t ask you for permission before touching you this time. His hand, light and soft, rests on your throat. You feel the spit on his fingers rub against your skin. You hum a short tune. Your vocal cords vibrate accordingly.

Wally squeezes your throat tighter, though you can still breathe fine. One of his hands rests on your thigh. He taps two of his fingers on your skin in a rhythmic, repetitive pattern. It matches up perfectly with the beating of your heart.

“What’s that?” he asks, his voice going lower and lower as he speaks. “The pounding.” You swallow, and feel it slide down your throat.

“My heart,” you respond as quietly as he speaks. You’re not sure why, it merely feels like the natural thing to do. “It… Keeps everything moving, I guess. I think. All the parts moving.”

Wally laughs softly. “You have so many moving parts. Your body can do so many different things. So different from ours… Carrying so much inside. No wonder you have to eat.” You’re not sure whether it’s his proximity, or if the speeding up of his fingers on your thigh is what is making your heart race.

“It’s going faster.” The pressure around your throat increases. “What’s it saying? What does it tell you?”

“N… N-nothing.” you have to squeeze the words out of you. “It’s not alive.”

Wally slowly shakes his head. “It’s not another thing. It’s a part of you. It’s alive, and it’s trying to tell you something.” He hums. “Maybe you can’t understand it yet. I couldn’t understand Home at first, either. And you have so much inside you.” He loosens his grip on your throat. You suck in a deep breath, and lean forward.

The mist disappears from your brain. When you look up at him, Wally is smiling at you. “Thanks for the meal!”

You glance down at your lap. The apple that had been resting there the whole time, with only two bites taken out of it, has disappeared.

[clarks-letterman]

could you do a wally clark nsfw list? its alright if not, thank you!

i can and will deliver! … i wasn’t sure if you wanted abc’s or headcanons, so i just went with the latter with some alive and ghost headcanons😅

Forgive me if these are bad—never done ‘em before! Kinda short since I didn’t want to go overboard,

Warning(s) — nsfw, mentions of sex

Friendly Competition

Wally likes to let little things start big moments. He’s a casual and very confident speaker, so he’s always dropping comments in the hallway as he passes his partner. He let them fly more freely as a ghost, when other’s couldn’t hear him, but he likes to let it build up until his partner—or him, he’s only ex-human—caves and makes a move.

It’s usually how you end up in positions such as on each other’s laps, doing the face-off or stairway to Heaven on the stadium bleachers. He likes ways to compete, even during sex.

L isn’t just for Love, it’s for dat third leg!

Figured I may as well include his general size on here. He’s thick and long enough to make it hurt in all the right ways, and reach where it needs to without straying too far into place it doesn’t belong.

A reluctant player, but a great coach.

Regardless, no matter the pain, he isn’t pulling out. He may not have loved football, but a winner doesn’t stop at the half-point line, they take it to the end-zone. Or, in this case, it would be the based of his dick. But that’s when it comes to his pep-talks. “You’re gonna take it, like a good one.”

There isn’t just people to kill at Split River High.

There’s time, too. Lots and lots of time. Being as multi-faceted as he is in the afterlife, Wally takes his time to explore and try out ideas to his fullest extent. From positions to kinks, he’s done it all with you. Cowgirl/boy, the captain, doggy style, and the previously named ones as well. He’s also tried foodplay in the kitchen, many things in the gym—including bondage with the climbing ropes, different sports-related role plays, impact play with his hands and sports equipment, and many, many more things, dress-up, and countless things in the many rooms around the school. He has an unabashed eagerness to figure out what he likes in bed just as much as in his death. Not only that, but the list of places he’s taken someone to cloud nine and back would be so long, that every notebook in the school couldn’t name them all. He looks forward to figuring out more about himself, his partner, and the many things they can do together.

[general-fanfiction]

Don’t Trust Him. (Wally Clark x Reader)

Summary: With Rhonda, Charlie and Wally trapped in the fallout shelter, Y/N is their only way out.

Word Count: 2,727

Gif Not Mine. Requests Are Open!

Warnings - Violence, Swearing?

A/N - So I know technically the ghosts don’t bleed but I felt like it was slightly better in this situation if they did so let’s just pretend they do. I also apologise for how rushed this is, I really just wanted to get something posted.

Before I died, my knowledge of ghosts was based on what I’d seen in movies. Completely fictional. Turns out there is no way of communicating with the  living, nor any way of possession or torment. Not even a way of leaving the place you died. Unless you’re the exception. Which in my case, turns out I am the exception. It’s funny, in life I was very much average, no different from the other thousands of kids attending Split River High. Though in death, I’m powerful. Able to leave the place that the others are stuck, able to speak with the living if only for short periods of time. Mr Martin tells me I’m a vessel. That I should be careful because other ghosts may attempt to take advantage of my unique skills. However, I haven’t had any issues so far. In fact, I’ve done my best to help those trapped here to heal old wounds. Allowing them to forgive.

I’ve been here since 2007, over a decade and yet I’m still the newest ghost. Rhonda died in the sixties, Dawn the seventies, Wally the eighties and Charlie the nineties. Not that I mind, as much as we’re a weird bunch, we’re friends. Hell, I consider them family at this point as we have done nothing but support one another since dying. Wally even more so. He made a point of helping me get settled when I died. Sticking by me through all my meltdowns and the struggles I faced when coming to terms with the powers that I held. It’s safe to say we grew close.

So close in fact, that we’ve been dating for the past seven years. Contrary to popular belief, Wally is fairly shy and so it did take a good few years before either of us dared to confess our feelings. I can’t complain though, we’d been going to homecoming together for years at that point and as we lay on the field gazing up at the stars, he finally asked me to be his girlfriend. What followed was a pretty eventful night fuelled by passion and desire. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Which brings me to the present day, returning from my trip to the grocery store, I wander aimlessly around the hallways. Hoping to find Rhonda, Charlie and Wally, however, they are nowhere to be found. I must admit, the empty hallways are pretty eerie, with Dawn gone the air feels heavier. She brought a certain lightness to the school that can’t be replaced.

Entering the basement, I find myself swinging the shopping bag slightly. Attempting to give myself a confidence boost by acting as though it’s a happy, cheery place to be. Despite residing here for all the years, I’ve never once found myself in the basement, so as much as I am creeped out, I do use this opportunity to be nosy and explore everything on the shelves. Nothing peaks my interest though. Dusty old paint pots and garden tools aren’t exactly my idea of entertainment.

At that moment I begin to hear yells and shouts for help. My head spins in the direction it’s coming from and only then do I notice the huge metal door tucked into the wall. Hesitantly stepping towards it, the shouts get louder, pleading for help. The voices sounding very familiar to those of my friends.

“Wally?” I ask, feet pushing me towards the door a lot faster as I realize who is yelling. “Rhonda? Charlie? Is that you?”

Pushing on the door, I try to move the latch but for whatever reason it is completely sealed shut. No movement whatsoever. It doesn’t matter which way I attempt to pull or twist, the latch isn’t budging. My brows furrow in confusion as I try to work out how this could have happened. The door is old but not old enough to become so stuck that it is impossible to open.

“Y/N!” Wally calls out, relief evident in his voice. “Y/N, we’re completely stuck, the back hatch is locked too.”

“It’s okay. I’m here, I’ll get you out.” I tell them, still pulling on the door, though my eyes shift around the room, hoping to find a crowbar or any sort of object that may help me.

“Y/N, be careful! You can’t trust him!” Rhonda shouts, her voice panicked, the first time I’ve heard her sound genuinely scared.

“Trust who?”

Before my question is answered, the basement door swings open and I see a shadow looming over me at the top of the stairs. The shopping bag slips from my hand, glass bottles smashing against the floor as I realize who Rhonda was warning me about. Mr Martin’s friendly demeanor is gone, appearing menacing and dangerous as he makes eye contact with me. Shuffling backwards slightly, I keep my eyes on him. Trying to calculate his next move.

“Y/N, do you remember our little chat?” Mr Martin asks, slowly descending the stairs with his hands clasped together, truly looking like a villain.

“I’m not sure which chat you’re talking about, but I’m sure you’re going to enlighten me.”

Each step Mr Martin takes towards me, I take a step back, putting as much space between us as I possibly can. Unable to contain it, I feel my body trembling, the sounds of my friends pounding on the door simply heightens my nerves. Their shouts fill me with dread and I do my best to remain calm, to remain observant. Mr Martin feels like a predator, stalking me as if I’m prey. Was he always like this? Were we all fooled by his supportive teacher act?

“A short while ago, I talked to you about your uniqueness.” He starts, throwing a sharp glare towards the metal door that my friends are trapped behind. “You told me that you wouldn’t use your gifts to benefit others. Clearly you are not a girl of your word.”

He talks slowly, I’m assuming to get some sort of reaction out of me. If I react on impulse, he is in control. I can’t let that happen. If he gains control of this situation, there is no way I can help Wally and Rhonda and Charlie.

“I don’t think I’ve really used it to benefit anyone other than myself.”

“Peach iced tea. Is that not Rhonda’s favorite beverage? Plus, I know for a fact that pack of jelly doughnuts is for Wally.” Mr Martin points out, reaching down to the shopping bag on the floor and rummaging through it to see its contents.

“If I’m going to the store, I’m going to pick up their favorite things. That’s called being a decent person.” I respond, feeling my back touch the shelves that line the walls as I continue to step away from Mr Martin. “They’ve been stuck here long enough, they deserve good things.”

He smiles, though it doesn’t reach his eyes and ultimately feels incredibly forced. Continuing to make his way towards me, I know he thinks he has me cornered. He thinks I am trapped in the room with him. Little does he know he has made one major mistake. If there is one thing about me, it is that I am insanely loyal and I will do whatever it takes to protect the people I care about. Right now, those people are trapped behind that stupid metal door, and there is nothing I won’t do to get them out.

“You know Mr Martin, I think you’re just jealous.”

“Y/N what the fuck are you doing?” Wally shouts, the banging on the door becoming more frequent as I sense he is becoming increasingly more panicked.

“Jealous?” Mr Martin questions, an expression of confusion on his face as he obviously didn’t expect me to steer the conversation in this direction. “Jealous of what Y/N?”

My hand snakes behind me at a snail’s pace, ensuring that he doesn’t catch the movement and spoil my plan. I just need to stall slightly, catch him off guard and then if all goes well, I should have them out in no time. Then I can stop worrying, especially about Wally. I know he’s only on the other side of that door but it feels like he is one million miles away.

“Well, you’re the only teacher here. Stuck with a bunch of teenagers, must be hard right? I’m sure you feel isolated and alone. Especially when one such teenager has powers that you can only dream of having. Powers that she uses to get her friends and boyfriend their favorite snacks or new books and films.”

“You think I’m jealous that you use your gifts on something so trivial?” Mr Martin questions, stepping towards me once more so we are practically inches apart. “Trust me Y/N, if I had the gifts that you hold, I would be using them to guide myself to the light. To cross over. Not you though, you’re just a stupid little girl that wastes talent on a bunch of people that do not care about you and are only using you for your gifts. I mean do you really think Wally would be sticking around with you if you weren’t able to bring him little treats? Though I suppose you did spread your legs for him the moment you arrived so who really knows.”

With a sigh, my hand takes a firm hold of the paint pot handle. “I really wish you hadn’t just said that.”

With a sharp swing I aim the paint pot directly at Mr Martin’s head, hitting him right above his ear. A pained groan escapes his mouth as he is knocked off balance, planting his hand against the wall so that he doesn’t fall to the ground. Sure, he can’t die twice, but I’m certain that I can at least knock him out for a while. As I go to swing the pot again, his forearm blocks my blow. Sending the pot clattering to the floor.

“Well now I’m angry.” He states, giving me no time to react as he grabs the end of one of the smashed glass bottles swiping at me with the sharp end.

Despite finding reassurance in the fact that I can’t die twice, I still wince at the feeling of the glass drag directly across my cheek. Cut opening, I feel the blood dripping down my cheek and in the one moment that I reach up to hold my wound, Mr Martin strikes again. Blunt end of the bottle hitting the back of my head sending me crashing to the ground. Grunting softly as I hit the floor with a thud.

“Y/N!” Wally bellows, worry laced in his voice and guilt floods through me as I hate to put him through this. “Y’N be careful, please. Y/N!”

Rhonda and Charlie are shouting as well, pain in their voices as they are evidently stressed out not knowing what is going on and only being able to hear the sounds of our fight. It must be hard having no indication of who is winning.

Flipping myself so that I am no longer facing the ground, I watch as Mr Martin stands over me. Dropping himself into a crouch, his fingers brush a stray hair out of my face. A wicked smirk settled on his face.

“Such a pretty face, too bad nobody else will get to see it.”

A rush of energy pulses through my body and with all the strength I can muster, I manage to stretch my arm out to grab the paint pot. Repeatedly hitting the teacher over the head with it and I feel little splatters of blood coat my face and body as he collapses to the floor. When I see no sign of movement, I begin to search through his jacket pockets. Whether that’s for a key or a key code, I’m not too sure. Though, I’m hoping when I find it, I’ll know.

With just my luck, a key slips into my hand, just in time for me to watch his body disappear as he resets to wherever he died. I’m unsure of how long he will be out and so for now I ignore my injuries focusing on finding any sort of lockbox.

“I’ve got a key. Any idea where it’s supposed to go?” I ask, hoping I can find some sort of answer from the three behind the door.

“I’m pretty sure there’s a little box to the right of the door, just above the ground.” Charlie answers, allowing me to search quickly.

Within no time I have found the box, twisting the key to find a switch which completely resets the lock on the door. This time when I try the door it pushes open with ease and I’m greeted by a swarm of tight hugs. Even Rhonda wraps her arms around me, squeezing slightly.

Wally hangs back, waiting for the other two to finish their greetings first. As soon as he gets the chance, he’s sweeping me off my feet, hugging me so tight that I feel as though my ribs may shatter. He’s twirling me around clearly happy just to see me again, and no doubt to be out of that room.

“I hate to break this up guys but we should probably head off before the evil teacher decides to come and take his revenge on Y/N.” Rhonda states, already beginning to make her way up the stairs.

Once we make it to the library, Wally is immediately all over me. Tending to my wounds as best as he can with the limited medical supplies we picked up from the nurses office on the way. He has a slight frown on his face as he wipes away the blood and I can’t help but place my fingers under his jaw, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips as a way of cheering him up. Yet the frown remains.

“Hey, what’s wrong? We made it out didn’t we?” I ask, cupping his face with my hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks.

“Yeah but I should have been out there to protect you. If I was there you wouldn’t have been hurt. You would never have been in that position.” He tells me, eyes not meeting mine as he speaks and I have a feeling that it’s because he is embarrassed and ashamed that he couldn't do anything.

Smiling softly, my lips press against his forehead, followed by both cheeks, then his nose, chin and lips. As I’m peppering kisses all across his face, he finally begins to crack a slight smile. His hands wrap around my forearms as he tugs me into a slow, heated kiss. Lips moving against mine at a relaxed pace and I find myself pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck. He groans quietly, hands moving to carefully pull me onto his lap as we get caught up in the heat of the moment.

“Can you guys please be gross somewhere else?” Rhonda asks, tilting her book down slightly to make sure we hear her.

I giggle as a soft rose blush tints Wally’s cheeks, pink from ear to ear. It’s cute, and he’s the most relaxed I have seen him since leaving the basement.

“Not to kind of spoil the mood, but what do we do about Mr Martin?” I ask, sharing a worried glance between the three other ghosts sitting at the table.

“I mean, we’re already dead, he can’t hurt us.” Rhonda states, a logical answer though I’m sure he’d still find a way to make our lives hell.

“Yeah but he still trapped us and look at Y/N’s face.” Charlie comments, clearly nervous by the entire situation. “No offense.”

“Not to mention he’s been studying us.” Wally adds in, to which he receives a questioning look from me. “I’ll fill you in later.”

“I guess we just avoid him and maybe brush up on exorcisms and ridding ourselves of negative spirits.” I say, smiling at Wally as I feel him reach for my hand under the table.

As eventful as today was, and as scary as today, I’m no longer scared. Mr Martin may be big and tough but I know that the four of us are able to take on anything. Besides with Wally by my side, I know I’m able to accomplish anything.

[aerkame]

In the finfolk au, what if y/n knew not to give Wally their real name (or at least was weary of him and didn’t trust him enough to tell) and tried to give a nickname instead? Would he know instantly they were lying? And how would he try to get them to say their real name? Also, how would he and everyone else react if y/n upon transforming into a mermaid was terrified and tried to escape?

If Wally doesn't take notice of something Home is there to help... Side note: Normal puppets are just the equivalent of humans in this AU to prevent confusion.

EDIT: ACK, just remembered the last part of the ask. I shall make a part 2 to this ask then. Hopefully the anon will be able to see it when it gets posted!

You were always warned about the finfolk. Luckily you weren't exactly a normal puppet so you doubt that any of the residents here would try to trap you on the island with them. But that small bit of paranoia kept you on your toes...well crutches. Your leg was still healing and as far as you could tell you'd be staying at 'Home' until the injury healed.

"My name is..." You thought of something quick, giving Wally a fake name. You don't know what exactly will happen if you give him your true name, but you've heard plenty of times now to never ever give it out to the fae, demons, angels, or the finfolk.

The tall puppet clicked his felt tongue before placing his hands behind his back. "What a lovely name."

---

Wally is well aware that you have been lying to him, but who is he to try and pry information out of you? He shook his head at the thought. While the finman really wanted to just force the name out of you, it would be better to get you comfortable here first, and then they could begin their goal on making you a permanent resident. Just like they did with Frank.

Speaking of which...he turned around to look at the puppet in question, humming in delight upon seeing you two get along, sipping tea and sharing stories.

Frank was the perfect tool to get you to open up really. He had no issues with the island, he understood selkies and their current dwindling numbers, he was level-headed, and most importantly, he was a normal puppet before. He could relate to you in a sense. The grey puppet even helped you lean towards staying or at least consider the possibility of staying here, having brought up the issue that poachers and criminals alike will do nothing but continue stealing selkie coats for profit.

"Quite frankly, you might be better off staying here. You and I both know there is not much out there for selkies and it's only going to get worse with the constant poaching and coat thieves, your kind are on the brink of extinction for stars sake."

Frank sighed after his mini-rant, having worked himself up. The topic of poaching and hunting exotic or near-extinct species was an upsetting topic and it was easy to tell. You didn't speak much for a while after that, continuing to listen to Frank while sipping at the hot beverage. "Hey...Frank, if I did decide to stay would the others even be alright with that?" Your voice cracked a bit. You don't know why, but it felt like eyes were pinning you to the plush seat, demanding that you stay put.

His eyebrows quirked and he gave you a questioning look. "I have no doubt that the neighbors wouldn't mind you staying." He crossed his arms looking more stern now. "If anything I'd say that you would be safer here with us."

You gave Frank a small smile. The eyes followed you.

---

"So, neighbor. I heard that you've been getting quite comfortable yes?" Wally swished his wine in small circles before taking a sip, not once taking his eyes off you.

"oh, uhm, yes! It's very nice here, there are so many smaller islands and lots of places to explore. And the colorsss..." Your words slurred slightly "so many colors evenn in the plantss. I've never seen any place like thiss! I mean even the insects and fish are unique here, Frankyy showed me his whole collection which he says isn't done ye-" Your face was beet red and the finman could tell he had you drunk enough once you couldn't stop talking yourself into a mess.

Carefully leaning over, Wally placed a hand on yours as he rubbed circles into your palm. Time to butter you up.

"You know, you could always stay with us here, forever. You'll never not be bored, you'll have friends, and you'd be safe." He inhaled, the small but hidden slits behind his cheeks opening, smelling the scent that lingered on your form remembering it was the perfume he gave you. He sighed, content.

Wally looked down at your small body. You had stopped rambling and now you were avoiding eye contact, preferring to look down into your lap or looking off to the side.

"Ah...you know, I could never get your name out of my mind. It's just so wonderful...If you did stay I could call you by it all I want." He leaned in closer, softly grabbing hold of your chin to lift it up, making sure he could see your eyes.

A thumb brushed over your mouth "I just wished there was more I could do to help you..." He breathed out your false name and watched you struggle internally...good.

"Uhm, actually, Wally, there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

"Oh? I'm all ears." His plan was going along flawlessly.

Wally softly let go of your face, but remained close, fixing you in a position of feeling pinned. "I-I lied. About my name. I lied aboutt a lot of things." Some of your letters still slurred but it was obvious you were trying your hardest to think clearly.

"That's alright dear, I knew the whole time, but I figured you had a reason." Wally was grinning ear to ear.

"My real name is..." Your named slipped your mouth.

Yellow hands flew up to cup your cheeks. Wally held a mixed face that was of bliss and excitement. "Oh my darling I am so sorry I've called you by another name this entire time! Please allow me to make up for it with another dinner? Same time tomorrow."

Your head felt fuzzy as you nodded along to whatever he said. "It's- alriight." You felt numbed. Wait...

A part of you panicked for a second, having snapped into the the realm of reality, but you calmed down shortly after. You trusted him. Wally would never harm you or trap you right? He and the others have been all too kind and welcoming and if they really wanted to trap you they'd have figured out a way by now. Your thoughts were so rapid, everything is fast, too fast.

Wally was so caught up in his own thoughts he didn't pay attention to your swaying body until he heard a loud 'thud' and looked down at your sleeping form.

Oh dear, maybe that beverage was too strong for you to handle.

TL;DR

Don't get drunk around Wally. He's a finman and won't get drunk as easily... and he'll probably take advantage of that to get info out of you. Or he'll just make you a blushing mess.

[anitabighug]

❥ A Perfect Experiment : Wally x Reader (She/Her Pronouns, Named) ✿

Chapter Masterpost: [  ♡   ♡    ♡ ] Chapter Two; But Why Can’t I? ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●

It had been a few weeks at this point. You’d settled into a comfortable routine, and you continued that routine today as usual. Sleep in, spruce up, enjoy a fulfilling breakfast, and scurry outside to collect samples of the various flora and fauna scattered through the neighbourhood. You were thrilled with the prospects in front of you; it was almost as if this place had just never been explored! Everything was fresh and new, and every day was fantastic! You could always hear distant cheery music, unless you ventured too close to the woods– you were already warned by Barnaby that it wasn’t safe to head in too far, and you took the words to heart. Today, you focused on some of the grass in the area, collecting a pot and uncaring how dirty your coat or hands got. You took in a deep breath of the sample. It smelled like granny smiths. How absurd!!! You hurry home to place your spoils in your greenhouse, only to find a pair of friends arguing on your porch as you approach. Ah! A scientific lesson must be in order today, as part of their cheery adventure. Though, they didn’t look so cheery today. These visits happened occasionally, though you almost wish they happened more. “They just can, Julie! Its what butterflies do, and what you do not!” Frank told her sternly, which only caused another huff from the girl. It was only now that you noticed an absurd costume on Julie’s back, a pair of cardboard wing with crudely made handles on each of the corners. It looked like she had put a lot of effort in to the getup; she had a headband with cute bouncing antennae, and the wings were painted exquisitely, though it seemed they’d hardly had time to dry before she’d rushed on with her own experiment. Grass and dirt flaked the edges of it, stuck in the paint with no escape in sight. You let out a knowing sigh, announcing your presence to the pair. “Oh! Thank goodness, just the purple person we were looking for!!!” Exclaimed Julie, who hurried to your side to hustle you inside and to your lab. Couldn’t very well explain out here, now could you? After opening the door to the pristine lab, she turned on her heel and continued, throwing her hands in the air, “Daisy DeWitt! Why can a butterfly fly, and why can’t I???” Ah, yes. There it was. You giggle and set the pair each in a comfy bean bag chair as you roll your blackboard in from its hiding space, and your lesson begins. Julie wiggles in her seat excitedly, after sticking her tongue out at Frank. He scowls at her, but turns towards the blackboard quickly, brow furrowed as he listened intently in the lesson that was practically tailored for him. “Well, you see, Julie my dear! The answer is simple; Physics!!!” You exclaim, and turn towards your audience as your drawings finish. A little, tiny butterfly. A big, giant Julie. You explain kindly that to fly, Julie would need to be much, much lighter, and have much, much bigger, stronger wings. You quickly sketch an approximate size of the wings she’d need for her size, and Julie’s jaw drops. “Truthfully, Frank is right! A butterfly is made to fly, and unfortunately, you are not!” Frank looks smug at this revelation, and Julie looks absolutely devastated. “BUT!” You shock them both to attention, a catlike smirk crossing your face, “You see, with science, anything is possible!!! Anyone can fly!” With a flourish, you flip the blackboard to the other side, where a large diagram of an airplane is visible, “Nowadays, we make big machines! They can help many, many people fly at once. Its not impossible, dear Julie. You just need a little help from science!” Your audience claps at this revelation, and the three of you make your way back to your front door, the two of them satisfied with their answer. They thank you, and tell you goodbye. No doubt to continue their adventure, maybe to head to Howdy’s to see if they can order a plane. You watch them go with a smile, but it fades slowly once they turn their backs. You’re disappointed, honestly. Your neighbours seem so sweet and kind, but you don’t seem to be making much headway in making better friends with them at all. You close the door, wondering if maybe you should have offered them some lemonade, or cookies, though admittedly you didn’t have the hosting items in stock that you’d hope to. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● He’d been observing you closely, though he couldn’t put a pin in why. You seem trustworthy enough, and his friends liked you. So why, just why, couldn’t he get you out of his head? He peered through your window as you prepared your lunch, same as always. You liked consistency, and you liked your solitude; so why did you look so sad when the neighbours left your home? At least this scouting wasn’t a total wash, Wally mused to himself, as he heard you start to sing to the macaroni on your stovetop. Music wasn’t unheard of in Home, far from it in fact! The puppets often had feelings so big they just had to sing them out (pushing past this compulsion was a terrible idea), and Sally’s plays often had musical numbers spiced in that everyone adored. This, however, was different. It was quiet, just for you, singing and swaying as you strained the pasta in the sink. It was awfully cute. You seemed free to be yourself at these times, bouncing around your little space with reckless abandon, only barely taking time to clean up after yourself after you finished. How nice it would feel, to be included, singing along and dancing while a meal bubbled away for the two of you… His face flushed, his smile quivered. What? Oh, Wally Darling, What an absurd thought! He shoved it forcefully from his mind and stared even harder at you inside of your home, breathing heavily. Something was dangerous about you, and he was determined to figure it out.

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● Almost done, just had to mix the juice, and the salad, and then your nice, simple, feel-better lunch would be complete! You’d made this one special, you’d even have some extra left for dinner!! At least, you thought you would. The insistent rapping at the door told you otherwise. You covered the pot and set it off to the side safely before wiping your hands on your apron, and wandering to the door. You never really got more than one visitor a day, so you weren’t quite sure what to expect. Definitely not Wally Darling, with his suave grin, straightening his ascot outside your door. “Oh! Good afternoon, Mr. Darling! How can I help you today?” You ask with a cock of your head. He almost winces at this. You have that habit, and he’d yet to correct you on it, though he sorely wished you’d just call him Wally. “Golly, look at you! Making lunch, are we? I was just in the neighbourhood, and thought you might enjoy some company, Miss DeWitt!” Two could play at that game, he thought. If he could scowl, he would have, when you didn’t seem the least bit upset by his antics. In fact, you lit up instantly. This caught him terribly off guard, and it took every amount of willpower he had to keep his composure. You reply in the affirmative, opening the door wide to let your guest in. A guest– a real, honest to gosh guest! Not a student, not a gift, but a guest! “I was just about finished, please come in!! I’d love it if you joined me!” Not to even mention that this was a good way to save face after the culinary disaster that had happened the first time he had graced you with his presence. He nods and steps inside, taking a deep breath. Oh, wow. He hadn’t been able to smell from outside, but that did smell divine now that he was within the walls. Wally settles himself at the kitchen table as you hurry back and forth to finish the lunch for the two of you, setting the lettuce-filled bowl on the counter and adding various nuts and fixings; noting that you could hear his breath hitch behind you as you chopped an apple into the salad, grinning internally. You’d heard that little tidbit from another friend, and were grateful now for it; You’d be a good host today if it killed you! The apple wasn’t enough to distract him, however. He stared at your back with intense eyes, almost worried for a moment that he might just burn right through you. What was wrong? You kept working away, chopping and mixing and moving… But there was no singing. This wasn’t right. Had he ruined it? Should he leave? Did he upset you? No– No, nonsense! You seemed so happy when he’d stepped inside; Just what had made you stop??? He is about to open his mouth and demand an answer, when a sound stops him dead in his tracks. You tried to keep it to yourself, but honestly… Gastronomy was a science, and boy did you love science. You tried so hard to keep it quiet though, so as not to annoy your guest. You submit to hum the bars of your favourite song instead, your head bouncing softly with an imaginary beat. The air around you softened, the worry starting to slowly melt away… “Fill my heart with song, and let me sing forever more~” A voice sang softly from behind you, almost making you jump out of your felt. It was Wally Darling, of course, and when you turned, he gave you the same cheshire grin you’d seen him do countless times already. His head was resting on his hand, and his half lidded eyes gazed at you lazily, “What a lovely choice, darling. Oh– Don’t stop on my account. Come, continue, continue!!” He encouraged the song and the blush trailing across your cheeks. You let out a giggle, and turn back away from him to finish the juice,

“You are all I long for, all I worship, and adore~” The two of you finished the line, and the next, and the next. The air was easy, and you wished you could hit pause on this moment forever, with your heart full and warm… Your stomach, however, objected to the notion. With another joyful laugh, you serve up a plate for the both of you, along with a glass of the juice, and set up your spot next to his, and fill the void left by the song with light conversation and laughter… ( A/N: Headcanon!! The neighbourhood follows the same laws as a disney movie, and the only one truly immune to singing his big feelings is Wally. If you try to hold it back bad things happen :o) )

[theneighborhoodwatch]

Serious question, not trying to start a fight: If you're aware of the possibility of Wally and Home's relationship being like that of family, and you've made it clear you don't ship incest, why risk shipping them together at all, even if it's in a "toxic yuri" sort of way?

traffic was so bad that i was an hour late to class so now you all get to watch me poke this bear. response under the cut for discussions of familial abuse, incest, and a brief mention of csa.

serious answer: the home that exists as a representation of a past that never was/never will be again, or as a representation of The House Of American Suburbia Fame built with the intent of superseding the need for/being directly responsible for all of its inhabitant's other relationships (platonic, romantic, familial, etc.) existing, and the home that exists as a representation Specifically of an abusive family member, exist in two separate planes of reality to me. these planes are not above each other, i think. they are on the same level of plausibility. but they do not overlap, and the fact is that i am simply much more interested in the former than the latter. i realize that "i think the more popular fanon interpretation of them as parent and child is boring" is kind of a flippant answer to a question as heavy as this but, well. i do think that interpretation is pretty boring lol. also probably doesn't help that i see it get used to infantilize wally a lot. a mutual obsession whose end goal of total social supersession can never be fulfilled without coming at a great cost to one or both parties is something i find much more compelling, and gives much more agency to both parties.

in the hypothetical event that these two realities Do end up intersecting, however - even in the event that they intersect in a way where i could interpret their dynamic to be that of incestuous abuse - well. i would simply no longer be comfortable calling it a ship! that does not mean i would no longer be interested in analyzing their relationship; horror is all about exploring the Unpleasantries of life, after all. but the approach and the language would change; i would no longer be comfortable exploring it through the lens of shipping, i personally find that pretty distasteful. i believe that just because it is A lens through which people have analyzed that type of dynamic before does not mean it is the Ideal lens - far from it, in my experience as a (former) child with sexual trauma who grew up on the internet. but i digress. the fact of the matter right now is that nothing has happened that would cause such a shift in behavior for me. ergo, i intend to live it up for as long as i can and declare that wally and home's relationship is both one that cannot be defined by paltry human terms and one so intense and passionate that it will also go up in flames bright enough to make fleetwood motherfucking mac collectively fall to their knees and weep.

also, a funnier but still serious alternate answer: i spent nearly my entire adolescence as a husk of a person, and what ultimately got me out of it was getting into smile for me at age 18 - and subsequently, the rest of yugo limbo's work. i was reborn and reshaped in the objectum trenches. this did not necessarily make me objectum in turn, but i feel i owe something to that crowd as a result.

[stxleslyds]

✨31 DAYS OF DICK (GRAYSON)✨

2023 EDITION

Hello and Welcome everyone! With February here, the 31DOD prompt list had to make its appearance. This time we will be exploring a bit outside the realm of comics; we will make our panel presentation and writing... Limitless. There is far too much for all of us to say, so this time around the structure has been made more flexible. I also think these prompts are varied and quite fun! (I do hope you guys think so too!)

Just to make something clear before I continue, this prompt list is for the 31 Days Of Dick (Grayson) event that will start in March! Now, as you will notice, this prompt list will be separated in three different sections, this is, of course, to make this 31DOD experience different from the previous one and to maybe test the waters for future editions. Just like last time, you can join 31DOD whenever you like. If you want to do three, nine or twenty days of the event, you are completely free. None of these prompts require you to follow along each day. Also! Enjoy yourselves, have fun and even though there are some prompts where a choice must be made, be respectful and share your thoughts!

Well, without further ado, the 2023 Edition of 31DOD!

FAVOURITES (can be multiple):

1. Quote 2. Nightwing Issue 3. Headcanon 4. Suit 5. Team-up Issue 6. Weapon 7. Fanfiction 8. Skill 9. Dynamic with another character 10. Appearance in a non-Nightwing/team related issue 11. Trope 12. Nightwing comic artist 13. Nightwing comic writer 14. Headquarter 15. Vehicle

THIS or THAT:

16. Dick in Bludhaven or Dick in Gotham 17. Dick in Arkham Knight (video game) or Gotham Knights (video game) 18. Nightwing by Chuck Dixon or Nightwing by Tom Taylor 19. Dick and Roy or Dick and Wally 20. Dick and Bruce or Dick and Clark (choose your favourite parent) 21. OG Teen Titans team (1960 comic) or OG Young Justice team (show) 22. Robin!Dick mini or Dick!Bats mini (mini meaning short comic run)

WHAT IF...?:

23. Dick teamed up with a non-DC character, who would you like it to be? 24. Dick was a character in another universe of your choice, what role would he have? 25. Comics!Dick was sent to another universe, which one would you like it to be? 26. Dick had powers; what do you think they would be? 27. Dick had never lost his parents, what would his life look like? 28. Dick had adopted Jason Todd instead of Bruce? 29. Nightwing had a Black Label book? Would you like it? What would you like to see explored? 30. You had the chance to build the next creative team for a Nightwing run, who would be part of it?

FREE DAY!:

31. Do as you wish! Maybe I missed something that you would have liked to see in this edition… Enjoy your free day!

There it is everyone! If you have any doubts, ideas, questions, feedback about anything relating to 31DOD please do not hesitate and send me an ask! This is meant to be fun to everyone who wants to celebrate Dick Grayson in one of his birth months! If you want to join 31DOD in March, don't forget to use the #31DOD tag so everyone can find the posts relating to the event!

AND! This time, thanks to the always brilliant @hood-ex (who had already helped shape this new edition of 31DOD), we have created a side blog where we will also reblog all your posts! You will find the official 31DOD blog HERE! I hope I see you in March!

[sleepingdeath-light]

wally + getting pegged hcs ; 18+

requested by ; shy anon (02/07/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; sfw | nsfw

character(s) ; wally darling

outline ; “Hello, I'm an adult (22-years-old) and would like to make a request for NSFW headcanons about pegging wally darling with a gn! Reader 👉🏼👈🏼

If this is something that might make you uncomfortable or you simply don't feel like writing, that is completely fine!!👍🏼

-shy anon (if nobody's taken that yet)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, anal fingering, pegging, anal sex

note ; most of this is focused on context and lead up but the smut is definitely still there don’t worry

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

pegging isn’t really something would have even known about let alone considered exploring with you — hell he knew very little about standard vanilla sex before you met so anything beyond that would be completely new to him

you’d have been the one to propose it, laying in bed on evening with your body moulded against his whilst he buries his face in a book that frank had lent him — something about entomology and the differences in butterfly and moth anatomy — when you randomly asked him about it

you were casual enough about it, your words slightly slurred in that way that tiredness tends to cause and muffled from the way your face was buried in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck

‘have you ever thought about pegging?’

your question gave him pause for a moment and you could hear him pause midway through turning the page as he asked you in that calm, deceptively innocent, voice of his

‘hm? no. i don’t think so… what is pegging?’

how he could sound so innocent despite everything you’ve done together never failed to shock you, but still you were far too tired for the conversation and just promised to explain it in the morning when you were more alive

and your wally, understanding as ever, nodded and kissed you on the head before placing the book to one side and moving to snuggle in beside you properly

seemingly just as exhausted as you were as he drifted off minutes later — the two of you falling into a peaceful, restful slumber

and the next day, whilst you were sat in your back garden with cups of steaming tea/coffee in hand and plates of breakfast balanced haphazardly on your laps, he does ask you about it

tone low and question so blunt that you choke on your drink as you try and get your jaw off of the floor — mind running a mile a minute as you try to explain what pegging is as honestly and thoroughly as possible

it was a long conversation had over pastries and hot drinks in the late morning sun — wally listening intently and interjecting with his own questions every so often but mostly just listening to your explanations

then came silence for a few minutes as he considered what had been said, brows furrowed in contemplation as he almost hid behind the comically large rim of his ‘dog’s best friend’ mug (a gift from barnaby, of course)

and then he startled you with a simple and blunt statement that left you momentarily speechless

‘okay.’

‘okay?’

‘i think i’d like to try that.’

and after a few minutes of establishing boundaries and making sure that he was actually okay with getting pegged, you started to make the necessary arrangements for it to happen

(which we’ll skip over for the purposes of getting into the smut)

you start off by helping wally find a position where he’s comfortable — one where he won’t feel the need to squirm or wince or contort himself in any weird way — which ends up having him laying on his back

then you have him spread his legs, instructing him to grasp at his thighs and tug them up towards himself — making sure that he’s comfortable every step of the way

once he’s comfortable, you start to prep his ass — spreading lube along your fingers and slowly massaging and scissoring your way further and further into his ass, taking your time and being as gentle and as careful as possible as to let him adjust to the new feeling

every crook and thrust and scissor and massage of your fingers and thumb coaxed new sounds from the base of his throat: whimpers and moans and groans that were damn near pornographic as they reached your ears

but for as much as he was enjoying himself — which was quite a bit given how much his cock was leaking and throbbing by this point — you both knew that this wasn’t the main event of the evening and, with great reluctance, you eventually had to withdraw your fingers from his ass (which earned you a frankly slutty whimper from your pink-faced and panting lover)

though his disappointment was only short lived as you quickly replaced your hand with something much larger — more intimidating even

the toy he’d specifically help you pick out for the occasion

deep purple in its colour with plenty of veins sprawling along the silicon phallus like rivers on a map — thicker at the base but not too long or girthy that it looked completely unmanageable

it looked bigger than it had in the store, perhaps made even worse by the unnatural sheen the generous layer of lube had given it, and you saw his eyes widen by a fraction when he noticed it’s presence between your legs

but, always willing to try something once, wally responded to your hesitance with plenty of reassurances and promised that he’d let you know if he genuinely felt threatened or uncomfortable

and so you continued on:,placing your non dominant hand on his hip, steadying yourself whilst you used the other to guide the heavy toy to his prepped hole — asking once again if he was sure and slowly pushing your way in once he assured you once again that he was willing to try

inch by inch you edged your way into him — watching intently as he flushed and whimpered and gasped and threw his head back against the pillows, looking for any sign of discomfort as you slowly pushed further and further in

flicking your gaze between the bulge of the strap as it goes deeper and deeper into his ass (pressing your fingertips gently against the bulge and admiring how stretched out he’s become) and his face — taking in every moan and groan and gasp that slips from those pretty lips of his until you finally bottom out and fall still

giving him all the time in the world — all the time that he needs — to adjust to the foreign pain of being filled to the brim

drowning him in praise and gentle touches until he was ready for you to start moving

calling him ‘good boy’, ‘pretty boy’, ‘my darling’ whilst you pepper kisses all over his face and neck and chest

repeating that he’s doing so well and taking everything so well and that you’re so proud of him whilst you brush messy strands of blue hair away from his sweaty forehead and entwine your free hand with one of his

rubbing comforting circles on the back of his hand and bringing it up to your lips — kissing each of his fingertips and knuckles as you wait for him to give you the go ahead and smiling when as he whimpered and panted beneath you

then, once he was finally ready and gave you the go ahead, you started to move — slowly at first, to let him adjust, before you started to experiment and find a pace that suited him better

alternating between harder and softer thrusts, shallow and quick vs deep and slow, angling your hips upwards vs downwards, and so on

watching him fall apart beneath you with nothing but love in your eyes, trying to ignore your own needs in favour of tending to him

seeing the way his back arched upwards and his unoccupied hand flew from the back of his thigh to grasp at the bedsheets beside his head — his other tightly squeezing your own as he lost himself to the pleasure

the way his legs, now unimpeded, wrapped around your hips and pulled you taut against him — forcing you to thrust deeper into his ass and coaxing a startling laugh from your throat in the process as you stabilised yourself once again

the way his hair, tangled and knotted, fanned out around his head like a halo that shook and messed up further with every thrust

the way his lips, wet with saliva and kiss bruised, parted into a beautifully perfect ‘o’ to let out a string of moans, whimpers, groans, gasps and cries of your name — occasionally broken up by something that might have been a plea

the way his hooded eyes, pupils perfectly round and dilated with need, stared up at you — unfocused yet still somehow brimming with adoration even now as you ravished his body

the way that his cock, slender and throbbing and terribly neglected, jumped and leaked with every thrust and the way he let out the most shameless moan when you leaned down and pressed your stomach down against it

the way he took you so willingly despite his inexperience because he loved you and trusted you — because he knew you’d never do anything to cause him harm

with such an amazing sight in front of you, it was the least you could do to keep praising him through his climax

assuring him that he was doing so well, that he’s taking everything like an expert

that he looks so pretty, so handsome, so beautiful, even, like this

that you love him, that you’re proud of him

encouraging him to be louder, to let go, to let you take care of him

and, with a well placed kiss on the underside of his jaw and a perfectly angled thrust straight into his sweet spot, you finally got to see him fall apart

he was a mess: all arching backs and parted moaning lips and a cock spurting so much that it covered your stomach and his

sweaty and panting and drooling and trembling

and, despite it all or because of it, so very beautiful because he was wally — your wally — and he was never anything less

he was the absolute most and you were thankful that he trusted you enough to do something like this — and you fully intended to reward him in kind with aftercare and whatever would follow

[nearest-dearest]

Sunny (Wally Darling x fem!reader!)

Just a story about a day dreaming girl always in melancholy. Finding her sun in the most quaint little neighborhood. (If you got the references I used in this story let me know 👀.)

(Y/n) three prizes so far. That means there's a lot more to find. At least that's what she assumes. The world she travels to is quite vast, they say that the world is small, but people really under estimate how much a single world can keep some people from seeing each other again. And it's not uncommon for objects that got lost during an adventure to be never found again. Unless you look a little closer to places where you would last look for it. But (Y/n) found no urgency in collecting all the prizes, she just wants to explore and see what this world has to offer. But that will have to wait, for (Y/n) found herself opening her eyes once more. The world turns into her small little room, with the sun rays peeking though the curtains of the window.

She's awake. . .

And she has a story to write.

The neighborhood is as warm and peaceful as it always is. The residents began to emerge from their sleep. Julie Joyful starts her morning off by giving Frank Frankly a surprise visit to rattle on about a new game she had created. Eddie started sorting out mails and letters to be delivered, Howdy Pillar gets his store ready for the day and the rest start off their morning with a cup of coffee. Such resident includes the neighborhood painter, Wally Darling. As he waits for inspirations to come to mind, he caught a peculiar sight outside his window.

(Y/n), dressed in a lovely (F/c) summer dress and carrying her signature leather journal. She must be off to write another story by the woods. Albeit it's a bit too early, but Wally understood. Artists often create art when the inspiration is fresh before they forget.

Speaking of inspiration. One had just came to Wally, and it requires the help of the presence of a certain author. Finishing his cup of coffee, he began to get ready for the day and gather his art supplies.

No matter how (Y/n) thinks and write away, she couldn't get that image out of her head. The way the blonde girl turned into a strange dark creature, (Y/n) already doodled the strange creature on her journal, and it did nothing to calm her urge to fall asleep and find that house where the blonde girl lived. She needed to see that creature again. So her curiosity can be satisfied. So she could complete her dream journal and eventually, complete her story.

The rustling of the bushes had (Y/n) looking up from her journal. A small dread tugged on her stomach at the prospect of a dangerous woodland creature. Dread into relief quickly took place in (Y/n)'s face when she saw familiar blue hair and a painting easel sticking out of the green background like a sore thumb.

"Howdy Neighbor!" Wally greeted as he got out of the bushes and dusting off any leaves that caught on his lovely hair and clothes.

"Wally! Hello, what brings you here today?" (Y/n) asks as Wally walks over until he's next to you.

"Oh nothing much, just trying to look for inspiration for my paintings. And I thought nature would be the perfect theme."

"Sounds great Wally."

"It does, but I don't know what to paint though."

"What?" (Y/n) looked up from her journal again.

Wally continues "Should I paint flowers? The trees? A rock? Or should I try painting all of them? What do you think neighbor?"

"Hm." (Y/n) pondered for a moment "Maybe you should do all of them in once scenery, it would be nice to see the forest painted."

"Great! Thanks for the suggestion. I'll try painting the scenery before me."

Wally then began, sketching , all while (Y/n) focuses on her writing.

It's always been like this with Wally and (Y/n). With both being artists of different mediums, silence is a given, as focus and patience is needed to complete the project at hand the project at hand. And sometimes basking in a fellow artist's presence is enough. The sound of pen and pencil scribbling tangled with the forest ambience. Wally likens the atmosphere to the first time (Y/n) came to the neighborhood.

A shy demure fellow she was, but after spending time with Julie, (Y/n) slowly but surely, came out of her she'll. Reveling her hobbies and interests, and also began writing stories for the neighborhood. The first time Wally ever got to really know her, was when he got out of his house for the a night time stroll. Why? Because he spotted (Y/n) walking around the neighborhood with nothing but a lantern to guide her way.

Curious as ever, Wally got out and started following (Y/n) was as easy as pie.

"Why so Gloomy neighbor?"

We're the first words he asked when he approached (Y/n). Who's expression is akin to that of a rainy day. Given that though, her carrying an umbrella everyday made some sort of sense, rain or shine, gloomy gray clouds always follow her everywhere she goes. If (Y/n) was a weather, Wally believes that she will be rain. But that was a long time ago, Wally can see that gloominess is still a part of her, but she's now more akin to a cloudy day. Cold, but warmth can still be found.

"Is that a new story you're writing neighbor?"

(Y/n) shook her head "No, it's just a dream journal, I've been getting a lot of strange dreams lately."

"Oh? What kind of dreams?"

(Y/n) shrugs "Just a vast world with a touch of surrealism that is. It's just that there are so much traveling there, and if I were to have those dreams again, at least I where I left off."

Wally laughs a little "Well I hope your endeavors bare fruit. Does it make you happy?"

"Of course! I love traveling new places."

"Then cherish your adventures."

"Don't worry Wally, I will."

At least Wally understood, or rather, at least respect your hobbies. Your old neighbors would've called you silly for it. Wally is just like that, understanding for those around them (Unless it involves apple pie.). Maybe that's why she was completely comfortable with telling him what she said on that night he accompanied her on her walk.

"I'm not really fond of sunny days."

Naturally, Wally wanted to know why. And wanting someone to listen to her problems, (Y/n) says why.

"The sun just irritates my skin, that's all. I was born with sensitive skin, that's why I carry an umbrella at all times."

(Y/n) sighs "I never knew what the warmth of the sun felt like."

And Wally gave you nothing but understanding and support, which was already more than enough for (Y/n).

If only (Y/n) could clarify, if only she can reveal that she finally knows what the warmth of the sun feels like. All thanks to Wally Darling. She started making friends, because of Wally introducing her to the whole neighborhood during a picnic. She started out more despite her condition, thanks to Wally taking her to the forest to gain some inspiration. She started opening up more, thanks to Wally.

They say that the break of dawn can mean a new beginning. Well, (Y/n) finally left the eternal night and into daylight. (Y/n) likens Wally to the sun that shined his bright light, by just being a good friend and neighbor.

Though, you wouldn't caught her saying all of these. Even if you pried her lips open.

All she needed is someone who understands or respect her, and Wally is willing to provide that.

"What's got you smiling (Y/n)?" Wally asks and (Y/n) answers.

"Just thought of a story in my head."

"Is it a funny one?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Awe come on, I can keep a secret."

(Y/n) laughs a little at Wally's attempt to get a sneak peek of the story.

"Sorry Wally, but not today."

Wally will know one day, or maybe he won't. Regardless of what happens, (Y/n) is just glad to have him as a friend.

[shrinkthisviolet]

❤💚💔

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

Caitlin, I think, gets mischaracterized a fair bit. She is very sweet to her friends, but the fandom doesn’t often talk about her being brusque and blunt at times, especially while dealing with grief (for which, by the way, she has very cold (pardon the pun), sometimes destructive coping mechanisms—as shown in s8, but even before that, in s4…both times when she was desperate to get Frost back)

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

Jesse is more of a reckless teenager than I think people realize. A good chunk of the fandom (mostly because of the show, tbh) acts like she’s always in the right and always making good decisions, but…this is not exactly true.

For one thing, her leaving Central with Zoom still on the loose. Her friction with Harry makes sense—he’s shielded her from how far he’s willing to go for her, and that’s a hard thing to come to terms with. And, as previously pointed out to me by @angst-is-love-angst-is-life, she’s safer somewhere that isn’t Central City with Zoom out and about. Which is fair. However, they’re on an entirely unfamiliar Earth, and Jesse just kinda went exploring as though there are not a million bad things that could happen to a teenage girl with no powers or fighting skills out on her own. She didn’t tell anyone, she only told Harry she was leaving and didn’t say where…like geez, girl, something bad could’ve happened to you and no one would’ve ever known!!

It would be one thing if she was going to someone she knew, who had powers, who was outside of Central. I could get behind that. But she was just wandering aimlessly! She got on a bus to a city she had no idea about, in which she knew no one, on an Earth she’d never been to!

Plus, when Harry did go after her to find her...in their first conversation, she directly compares him to Zoom. Nice, Jesse. I'm sure he appreciates that considering he spent months trying to save you from Zoom 💀

Also, as much as I love her besting Savitar…going after him alone was reckless, and I’ve always resented a little how everyone celebrates her punching HR as though he wasn’t just trying to keep her safe (like Cisco was!!). Savitar is a very experienced speedster who knocked Barry around like a ragdoll, and Jesse only beat him by fighting smarter, not harder (and with a little nudge from HR). It could’ve gone way worse. Wally was already in the Speed Force—they could've been down two speedsters instead of just one!

💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

Sorta feels like a similar question as “if you had to pick a major character to kill” 😅 though in the spirit of things, I’ll give a different answer than I gave for that one: Sherloque, who was by far the weakest of the Wells for me.

Sherloque was investigating Nora, but…they had Ralph, a PI, who was (to some degree) part of the Team by that point—the stakes would’ve been way higher if he was the one investigating her.

unpopular opinions ask game!

[radioactive-earthshine]

Incomplete thoughts about an AU I am tempted to flesh out more in the future when current projects are finished.

The differences between the Thawnes, the Allens and the Wests with their usage and approach the Speedforce is something that from a creative standpoint is so fascinating to me, and there is so much I want to explore in writing.

Maybe from an AU standpoint, maybe from a fantasy standpoint, or maybe just in a story where the Speedforce is taken seriously as almost another character. Where the Thawnes are impulsive, creative and curious and are quick to lose themselves entirely to the Speedforce to become less and less human, the less human they are the more in tune to the Speedforce they are, and the more feared as fae.

The Allen line with Barry, he's more cautious, and at first considers his tethering to the Speedforce was an unwanted burden but he has a mind devoted to science so he studies it. Firmly not wanted to be taken too far into it he keeps the Speedforce at a firm arm's length, only taking what he needs and no more, using what he takes to study and observe what can be done with his abilities. He takes, the Speedforce gives, but Barry does not venture into the veil of howling.

The Wests with Wally, now he wants to do everything. He wants to go deep and far into the Speedforce to see just what is on the other side, if there is one. But Barry is his role model and his father figure, someone he admires and he takes his forewarnings about the Speedforce seriously. But he has a cowboy heart and just enough reckless nature to dive in... But he's not willing to give in and he retains as much humanity as possible.

Then there's Bart, half Allen, half Thawne (mostly Thawne in personality), constantly on the precipice of if he will 'give in' to the speed to become a beast of spacetime, of energy and light. What they don't know, and Bart doesn't know this either, is that he never WAS quite human so he doesn't have much of that to offer in trade for his speed and powers. Barry doesn't get it, Wally doesn't either, his grandfather in jealous savagery suspects it but Max sees it and as the Speedforce's sort of chosen avatar takes Bart in to try to guide him because there's a lot of scary power in him that no one has seen before.

I apologize if none of this at the present in intelligible, my day job involves a lot of math and by the end of it while I am rippling with creativity my brain sort of just says HAHA FUCK-O.

[galaxiatheuniverse05]

Ruin Home AU

This AU is about a scenario where the Wally's puppet friends found out the truth in an event where Julie was almost killed by Home and Wally freed everyone as they entered the real world. Some of this was inspired by @chez-cinnamon

Wally

After years of an undying friendship, it all ends when Home brutally attacks Julie. He grew angry and single handily destroyed the house, something that was witness by everyone. Wally then told everyone about who he really was. He then left the neighborhood knowing he can't be trusted.

Julie

After being attacked by Home her left arm was torn off. She still tries to lift everyone's spirits up coming up with games especially Sally which I ship them BTW. Despite everything that happened she stills believes in Wally because she knows that even though he was a servant the one thing that was true that he's their friend.

Sally

After her love was almost killed Sally never left side even moved in her house, but she stills writes plays and acts with Julie. She still holds her anger on Wally but tries to support Julie's choice to still believe in him.

Frank

Since he's Julie's best friend he's just as angry at Wally as Sally. He even plans to find a way to kill Wally he ever comes back, which concerns his husband, Eddie.

Poppy

Poppy found out about the real world and decides to explore while stay hidden with the others. However, she fell in love with a human woman, but keeps their dates a secret from the others. She often worries about Wally because in her eyes he's just a baby.

Howdy

After some time in a cocoon, he now has butterfly wings. While exploring the real world he takes notes on what other stores has that his didn't. There are also times when he runs into Wally and leaves food for him.

Barnaby

It's been time since he put on a show. There are times when he goes to Howdy's for emotional support. While in the real world he tells jokes to real dogs and cats. Out of everyone in the neighborhood he really misses his best friend, Wally.

Eddie

His husbands' plan to kill Wally concerns him so Eddie tries to convince Frank that he's not the monster in the story. While Eddie does his delivery runs, he sneaks out of the neighborhood and tries to talk to Wally but meets with failure in every attempt with Wally running away of hiding.

Welp this is all I got so far, but I'll have some drawings done soon. Hope you guys liked this story so far.

See You. ;D

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Are there any songs you particularly associate with any of the Flashfam? Asking for...reasons

Ballroom Blitz by Sweet is the quintessential Flash family fight song to me. It's 100% the song that'd play in the background as the entire family does badass fight scene stuff together.

Talk to Much from COIN is a younger Wally's theme song. It's very 'teenage boy' and 'ADHD'.

This one is a very specific cover. How Far I'll Go/Go the Distance by Scott & Ryceejo. Some of the lyrics about sailing are a little off topic but the song is perfect for teenaged Irey and Jai. How Far I'll Go is all about a young daughter struggling with being everything her father wants her to be and her ever growing wanderlust that calls her to explore the world. It fits in really well with a teenaged Irey who is uncertain about the responsibility of upholding the family legacy and just wants to explore the world. This is all duetted with Jai's song about wanderlust. But he isn't yearning to escape expectations like Irey is. He's longing to be a hero in his own right. He doesn't want to be in anyone's shadow and he wants to do it by himself, no matter how hard it is. The final line, "till I find my hero's welcome waiting in your arms", I visualize as being a reference to their dad. They want him to be proud of them, to see them as heroes, even if they do it differently than he did.

Can't Help Falling in Love by Pentatonix is Barry and Iris' wedding song. Follow My Feet by the Unlikely Candidates is the campfire song Barry made all the kids sing with him whenever they went camping. (He learned how to play the guitar and he thinks the song has good morals)

Dreamland by Fox Stevenson is Bart vibes. Run That Race by Dan Auerbach is Max's song.

Legends Never Die (Remix) from League of Legends, Alan Walker, Against the Current and Mako always gives me 'revive' vibes. Like, this is when the speedster is knocked down, knocked out, possibly dead and all hope seems to be lost. Then from the speedforce comes the voices of the other speedsters and the speedster is filled with love and determination and is able to get back up.

Anyway, I have a ton of songs I associate with the Flash fam but a lot are kinda obvious (like Born to Run or You're Gonna Go Far Kid) so these are just a few of my more unusual picks that I really like.

[roobylavender]

(Really long ask ahead i’m sorry!) I think your thoughts on dick and his similarities vs differences to bruce are so interesting! Personally i’m wondering how much of NTT played an influence on this kind of characterization bc i’ve never fully finished ntt but i read like nearly all the pre-80s batman 1940 issues lol and dick very much was portrayed as more idealistic than bruce in some ways while more no-nonsense (? For lack of better word) in other ways, like when it comes to batman easing up a little on selina for romance reasons LOL. Though ofc dick totally turns into - well, a dick - in team books, as i grow older i find myself far more compelled by a potential story of an 18 yr old who seemed to have the whole weight of the world on his shoulders (by his own perception) and breaking under his own impractically strong sense of duty and sky-high expectations for others, then realizing as he grows older that it doesn’t have to be that way esp after seeing the perspectives of characters like kory, wally, joey, roy, etc. Like personally as someone who never really had a huge interest in NTT anyway, i’m surprised at how desperately people want to hold on to the characterization of dick when he was 18-19 and never letting him grow past that, like it’s so difficult for me to believe that at age 25 he would be the same uptight controlling kid that he was at 19. Maybe i’m biased though bc i was like one of those insufferable INTJ internet stereotypes as a teenager, and while that worldview did bring me achievements i’m proud of like the fact that i’m in med school rn studying what i love, i still know that at age 22 i have changed SO much from when i was 18 and i can’t imagine any reasonably mature or normally-functioning person (let alone someone high-functioning like dick) not doing the same lol. Especially since dick is the kind of person who would literally die if he’s not constantly growing and evolving past his faults bc of his insufferable perfectionism, idk how he’d be willfully blind to the negative effects of his worldview in early NTT and refuse to grow from there. He even has a quote that’s like “i’ve spent years as a student of my own behavior” which i always found highly encouraging bc i know he really does want to improve himself even at his worst. It reminds me of that Marcus Aurelius quote: “if someone can prove me wrong and show me my mistake in any thought or action, i shall gladly change. I seek the truth, which never harmed anyone; the harm is to persist in one’s own self-deception and ignorance.” But what are your thoughts? (Thank you for reading all this 🥹)

oh i absolutely agree! i cannot tell you how many times i think about the person i was a couple years ago and who i am now like i cringe so much omg.. maturity is an ever persistent process even if we don't recognize its effects immediately and it absolutely is crazy to think that anyone would remain in such a static state of mind for several years on end. esp when like you said dick is someone who wants to be better! so despite his several hypocrisies it is nonetheless in his best interests to look internally and analyze and evolve. and i feel like that very much could have happened had there been any actual segue between dick's breakup with kory and his re-entry into the batfam. i don't think there was much of a connection between these two sets of writers at all and so what you got is what felt like two very distinct parts of dick's life that didn't necessarily reveal a bridge point. so it's not entirely unrealistic that dick may grow to be the person (at least to some extent) that bat canon portrayed him to be in the years that followed but i certainly think as it stands it felt unearned and like all of his issues explored in ntt were conveniently swept to the side without any semblance of closure (albeit i do think some of these issues are addressed in outsiders '03 but in that dickheaded way that winick explores things generally. so i'm not sure it's the kind of closure people actually want). it's very sad and ig that's what people cling to more than anything. it's not that they're opposed to him growing to be a better person but that they're opposed to a version of dick who feels like he sprung out of nothing

[aerkame]

Welcome Home Finfolk AU Headcanons Part 1

Just some headcanons on the characters so I can come back to this later for writing/reference. And a bit of a tease for some people eager for Finfolk/selkie stuff. Warnings: Implied kidnapping. It's kind of a given considering that in Orkney folklore finfolk often kidnap people they like/love.

Original post:

(I guess this takes place in a puppet world? Like humans are just humanoid puppets so it's not as confusing to make Welcome Home characters complete puppets but finfolk versions.)

Eddie Dear:

A complete sweetheart of a captain that's a bit clumsy. While Wally can steer the waters himself, he'd much rather have Eddie be the captain on most of their ships, having found that the much larger man knows the waters better than himself and Home.

Eddie is so sweet that most don't even notice the unusual way his felt skin slightly changes colors when it rains, the small finned ears tucked under his captain's hat, or the tiny teal scales that grow under his arms when he's stressed. Maybe he's a lot more clever than people realize. Using that sweetness of his to distract others from what's happening...nah, he's just a clumsy sweet guy, right?

Instead of having shipments in, it's usually Eddie that helps bring in most of what the island has when it comes to strange items. They're still a bit stuck in the 70s so sometimes Eddie brings back boatloads of lost shipments with up to date everyday items.

Wally Darling:

Wally Darling is a true finman at heart. He keeps all those he is close with very close on this island he made so long ago with his and Home's own magic. He may or may not have helped kidnap a few of the neighbors with Home and others, bringing them here.

Sometimes Wally will find himself in looser fitting clothing on warmer days. But usually he keeps a suit worn with his pompadour being well-kept. Everything at Home must be perfect.

Unlike most finmen, his powers have gone far beyond what is normal. While most can control the ocean waters through waves and small rain showers, Wally has little to no trouble making storms, hurricanes, giant whirlpools, and changing the very currents of the ocean to his favor.

Making Home was probably his greatest feat yet. Creating an island wasn't uncommon for his kind. But creating a giant, living, sentient island hidden within a vale of sorts in the middle of the ocean that not even other finmen could reach was something otherworldly. It's like he's creating a whole new world.

He will sometimes crash planes and ships far out in the ocean if they so much as get too close to the world they reside in. Of course he ensures that Eddie, Howdy, or Barnaby goes over to the crash sites to wipe away any memory of where the passengers have been, just in case...and maybe he should start up a rough storm or two in that area for good measure. You can never be too sure.

Of course Wally never expects anyone to actually make it to the shores of Home, but if someone ever did, well...that would be quite the impressive feat! You'd have to not only get past the others sensing your presence in their waters (coupled with oncoming storms), but also get past the vale their world resides in.

Truly, Wally just wants everyone in Home to be able to live happy and free here. He often creates more and more islands and small peninsulas along with the others just to explore and have fun. And they do have fun and joy, almost everyday! Though he needs to slow down on the island-making, he often gets lost on his own creations sometimes.

Barnaby B.Beagle:

At first glance he's just a big ol' fluffy dog with a big personality, but when it rains or when water is doused on the guy? He really tends to grow in size.

Unlike the others, Barnaby tends to have a completely different form when he lets loose. Instead of scales, he grows smooth and cool skin, and instead of pointy fin ears he grows side gills and one large triangular fin on his lower back. (Poppy often needs to help fix his clothes for this reason.) All this topped with giant rows of sharp teeth. Very shark-like indeed.

Due to his size and sharp features, it's no wonder that Barnaby often accompanies Eddie or Howdy when taking care of people that are getting too close to Home, or when someone on the mainland is getting a liiiittle too close to pinpointing where Home's vale is. You could say he's a bit like a giant guard (shark?)dog.

Sometimes Frank wonders if Barnaby is even a finman like the others or if he's some kind of hybrid...or possibly a subspecies?

This big guy is friendly and loves cracking jokes, but he isn't dumb, and he definitely isn't letting anyone hurt his family.

Wally and Barnaby go way back to when he was just a pup (get it?), having been washed up ashore on what was a lonely Home at the time. Wally was the first person to ever treat him so kindly and not judge him for how he looked in his original form. Most finmen hated it.

Barnaby so far has been the only one to ever make it to Home on his very own. Maybe it takes something special to get here. Or maybe it was Home who invited him that time and not Wally's invitation.

Frank Frankly:

Quite frankly the most nerdiest guy at Home. Not only is Frank's house neatly organized with specimens of insects everywhere, but that has evolved to specimens of fish and many books on mythical sea creatures, something that started all thanks to Eddie and Home.

Frank remembers his first time here clear as day. He was so skeptical that finfolk were real or that any mythical creature was real. It took a lot of convincing and quite a few magic tricks to finally get him to open up his eyes about that.

The man has been obsessed with the life that resides in the ocean since he first learned about finfolk. You could ask him about any, and I mean ANY sea creature and he'd probably know everything about it.

One of his keen interests is that of finfolk and selkies. They had similar traits but were vastly different in many ways. Finfolk he could research on however long he wanted considering he was living with them. But unlike finfolk, selkies weren't seen as much anymore. Stars, selkies were even considered on the verge of going extinct according to other finfolk and sea creatures, something about selkies getting their coats stolen too often? Frank would shake his head at that thought. Some people were just too cruel.

Sometimes Frank will feel a pang of loneliness when studying on his own, but usually Eddie is there to cheer him up, or Julie, even if she was a bit too much.

Both Julie and himself are the only residents at Home that are not finfolk, just some ordinary people that found their way here, though they don't remember how or when...

You(Suprise short fic! Hahahaha-):

There was something off about this part of the ocean. You have never ventured this far out before, always staying close to coasts and peninsulas, but it was like you were just drawn to a force here.

You perched yourself onto the small deck of the tiny sailboat you owned and crossed another spot out on the map. There was nothing here either, just like the past few miles you checked. No islands or signs of land in sight...and yet you could sense that something was indeed there. Call it an instinct, but your body was refusing to leave you alone until you satisfied your curiosity.

Looking down into the deep waters, you debated on going back down there to take a second look...nah. You were still soaked and the fur would take forever to dry off again. That, and the skies continued to darken as if it would rain any second now. Actually, a nice swim and a quick look seemed like a good idea.

The fur hood slipped over your head as you buckled the inside of your jacket to keep everything secured, the last thing you needed was a current to take away your seal jacket, you put too much time and effort into making your seal fur a real set of clothes.

You jumped in as soon as thunder roared right behind you, feeling the tingling feeling of bristles and fur wrapping around your felt skin. There wasn't supposed to be a storm yet...

The currents began to change, almost pulling you towards the place of interest from earlier, it was far too strong for you to swim against even as your flippers swished back and forth as hard as they could. Before you could turn your back to face another direction, rough waters ripped your body from left to right, up, and down, until everything felt too dizzy to gather your surroundings. Your vision was such a blur that you did not notice the sailboat you were once on begin to sink down towards you. A long metal object suddenly made contact with your head and everything went black.

I had this finfolk-selkie hybrid OC for the longest time and every time I looked at selkie OCs no one seemed to make it into normal-ish clothing. Like imagine being a selkie in the modern world. Having a seal coat turned into the softest hoodie or jacket would be the best thing ever. You could take it anywhere with you in plain sight and no one would even know.