#ants Wally

[tobnikk]

Woah a Y/N shitpost about “bread”?? Dear lord have mercy I’m too much of a simp,, struggle with me folks😔🫵💞💞💞 if I got any of the credits or names wrong I do apologise- (all credits for instagram btw-)

Backyard @//bp10146

Ants @//bonniebelzebuth

House of Cards @//rewllii @//imconfusedlikealot

Mango @//rachel130x

Rio @//tales_ofthe_end

Sweet Place @//angelbigwhale

Reboot @//bloodred_iscream

Mind Broken @//hello_jsab_world77

Satanist @//taikoko_

Jeremy (oc not au) @//fantasmadelacafeteria

Game Master @//i_eepy

Blackberry @//pxrplehxart

Colour Midas @//ask_cuphead_oc

Vocaloid @//kohakufox1

Laboratory @//ac_blueberrypaw

Lumberjack @//0spacemaggot0

Hyper pop Punk @//notsoluckygreenclover

Hidden Rainbow @//blueraven666official

Priest @//your_local_invader

Beach Town @//pink_sugar_berry

[custommadeazula]

hot take: the best thing a superhero can be is a girl dad

[mayperhapsbe]

I wanna know who gave him a rock LMAO

Also heh………my creatures

[funtasticworld]

HAPPY 67TH ANNIVERSARY TO HANNA-BARBERA!

[timelesstheartist]

Before I packed up all my art supplies for college, I had to draw the scrunklies one last time in my sketchbook 🩷🩷🩷

[probably-des]

theres used to be a page in the old cartoon network website called the department of cartoons (d.o.c for short) where they showcase behind the scenes material and a few clips from cartoons. heres some of the stuff i downloaded from the page lol (dont ask why most shows dont have its own folder image, i couldnt find one)

[eeveebo0w0]

So i edited the picture showing the crumpled page of julies sisters  it looks like it was painted over

who do we know who has a knack for painting 🤔

[art-seven]

but remember guys, remember to mimir, do like Wally with his apolwatch

Ya pero recuerden chicos, recuerden mimir, haced como Wally con su apolwatch

[theskoomacat]

i am disappointed by DE eagerly canonizing stuff like "why did people go crazy on Zariman?" and "what exactly happened on Duviri?" through wf 1999 but as soon as we start talking timeline, they bail. "Oh the Orokin destroyed all evidence of the old Earth, we don't know how long ago it was." "The Tenno were asleep for umpteen-billion years* but since they were asleep it doesn't really matter for how long."

*an approximate quote by one of the Hex (pretty sure it was Eleanor who you could argue is not very knowledgable but she's seen what Drifter knows didn't she?). correct me if i remembered it wrong i guess

[king-gob]

adding to me tags for easy access

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mdni][mlw][break up sex][slight crime (stealing)][cowgirl][oral f! receiving][slight pronebone][bottom!wally][he's so beggy, omg][mommy kink]

A stolen bouquet of Whitehouse tulips, with ants scrambling across the pretty petals and soil sprinkling from the lowest bits of the stems.

That's the epitome of romance to Wally.

Or at least, that's the way it looks as you stare down at the flowers that he'd stuffed into your empty hands, and Wally's hands fiddle in front of him. He looks like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Big green eyes wide, freckled cheeks dusted with pink from the frost that bit at his cheeks. It's cold, chill nipping at the air and you swallow, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek as you try not to give into the puppy dog eyes.

For fucks sake, it's only been two days.

"What do you w—" "You." Wally interjects you before you can even finish your question, his knees colliding with the hard wood of your patio, his hands resting on his denim covered thighs and he looks up at you, eyes teary.

"Everything sucks when you're not around. I can't even—please take me back. Please, I'm literally on my knees."

Wally looks at you with big, doe-y green eyes, lashes fluttering and gingery strands rustling in the wind, ears tinged pink from the cold and he swallows. You watch his Adam's apple bob with the action, jaw clenching when he notices you're not budging.

Simply looking down at him from below your lashes, your hands grasping the stems of the tulips, pink lips pursed and you look....

Indifferent.

And it... Stings, in all honesty but Wally knows you're not that mean. You're just hard to read. Sometimes.

"Come inside." You huff, letting out an exhausted breath. "You're gonna freeze."

Wally finds himself on the sofa he's occupied more than anything, a quilt wrapped around his broad shoulders and muscular, calloused hands grasping the mug in his hands, the scent of steaming tea wafting to his nose. And he watches from over the backrest of the sofa as you snip the stems of the flowers at a slant, dropping them into that pretty vase that's always been filled with random receipts and shit, instead of flowers.

Wally makes a mental note to never let that happen again.

He needs to buy flowers. More often than not.

And he swallows.

"Are you still mad at me?" Wally asks quietly, brows knitting into a little frown as he watches you occupy the seat across from him, your arms crossed over your chest and your eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Very." You hiss back, before slowly picking up another quilt, throwing it over your body and you glare at Wally as you tuck the edge of it underneath your chin.

And Wally's gaze lowers, watching his rippling reflection in the tea and he nods his head.

"I understand." He murmurs quietly. "I was... Immature. And childish. And I've been taking you for granted."

This is the most serious you've ever seen Wally.

Even during a literal crisis, Wally won't not show off those perfect dimples and that electric smile, his tongue always peeking out between his teeth, pointy canines on display whenever he meets your gaze.

But not right now.

Wally looks solemn. Lips tugged into a frown, brows knitted and a quivering bottom lip with big teary eyes that don't seem to focus on you.

"Let me make it up to you?" He whispers softly, hopefully, looking up at you through large lashes and before you can even answer, Wally's sliding down and resting against the surface of the couch.

His ass planted on the thick carpet and his head tipped back, resting on the surface of the seat. And you're gonna tell him to fuck off until he pleads softly.

"Please baby."

Your knees dig into the couch on either side of Wally's head, your shorts abandoned alongside your panties and your hands move to rest on the backrest of the sofa.

And warm hands move to rest on your hips, fingertips digging into the fat of your thighs before his tongue drags through your folds. And he lets out a shuddering breath.

"Missed y— dude, sit down." Wally huffs, before shifting his grasp and forcing you to sit down, his nose bumping against your clit and his tongue drags along your slit. A slow drag that makes your toes curl in your fuzzy socks and you rest your forehead against the backrest, brows twitching as his tongue slowly circles your clit.

Slowly.

Eating pussy has been the only thing that Wally does slow.

Tongue dragging through your sloppy, sensitive folds, gathering slick on the tip of his tongue before gently pushing it back into you, lashes flutter against his freckled cheeks and his hands paw at your hips with the type of reverent adoration only reserved for gods.

And biblically accurate fanart.

Wally whines, the sound sloppy and muffled as he moves his head, tongue flicking against your twitching clit and he mumbles.

"Baby, 'm so sorry. 'm sorry. 'm sorry, forgive me. Please touch me."

Lowering your hand, you give Wally what he's been dying to and you swear, the way he groans makes you think he grew a cock on his head.

Like a unicorn.

Your fingers sink into gingery strands, nails scraping against his scalp and you bite your bottom lip, soft whispery moans leaving your lips, your hips subtly rocking against Wally's face.

Calloused fingers dig into the fat of your ass, and Wally shifts beneath you, one of his hands leaving to palm himself through his jeans, lashes fluttering and a low whine echoes in the silence of your home.

Wind rustles the tree leaves, the soft trickle of rain drowns out the chatter of people passing by on the street and the occasional hum of traffic roaring to life distracts you from the fact that you went back on that promise to yourself so....

Quickly.

"You're my world." Wally murmurs. "Things were so bad without you. Everything's slow, and boring and— it was so long, baby."

Wally sucks on your clit, his tongue lapping against the bud and his soft lips wrapped around it, and you squeal, your body nearly locking up and your toes curl.

"Sh— shit. Fuck, Wally, you're gonna make me come." You breathe out, shuddering and heavy breaths leaving your lungs that seem suddenly to small to take in all the air you need.

Your hips buck and twitch, hand fisted in Wally's hair and he groans.

"Ride my face, beautiful. Ride my nose 'til it breaks."

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, a muffled whine leaving your lips and your lashes flutter as your eyes squeeze shut, thighs pressing at Wally's head but he keeps licking.

Lapping at your slit and drawing it out until you stop shaking and breathing heavy.

"Shit, you're so warm..." Wally breathes out, lashes fluttering against freckled cheeks as his arms wrap around your waist, his T-shirt straining against his bulging biceps and his face nuzzles against the valley between your breasts.

Before looking up at you, and Wally leans back against the backrest, shifting his hips the tiniest bit and his hands move to rest on your hips, fingers digging into the fat.

And with the first roll of your hips, sloppy pussy lips swallowing his cock greedily, your ass flush against the peeled fabric of his jeans and his precum oozing tip nudging against your cervix, Wally's far gone.

Eyes glazing over, plump lips pressing kisses along your chest and your neck, enjoying the low cut of the sweater you're wearing and he whines, muffling his sounds into the cozy fabric.

"Fuck— 'm sorry, I'll be better." He mumbles, his words enunciated by breathy moans and the wet slap of skin against skin, your nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders.

You're tight. Warm. Wet.

Everything that makes Wally's brain the equivalent of Pablo Picasso's unintelligible paintings, and the colours of his thoughts become muddy when you grind against him, the warmth of you enveloping his aching cock.

"I'll—... I'll be better. I'll be more mature— I— just keep riding me. Please, mommy."

Wally's pleas and whimpers aren't nearly as sweet as hearing him call you 'mommy', and an orgasmic chill travels down your arching spine and you moan.

Your walls flutter nervously, pussy slobbering enough to form a creamy ring at his base, precum and your wetness mixing into a debauched emulsion and making the pretty pearly colour that he can barely tear his eyes away from.

And Wally blunt nails dig into your ass, his head tipping back against the sofa, his hips lifting ever so slightly to meet your slow thrusts.

And you swear you can hear his heartbeat turn into a hummingbird's when one of your hands move to find purchase on the side of his face, thumb brushing along his cheekbone and his expression softens.

The furrow of his brows relax, the tension leaves his shoulders and he leans into your touch, head tipping to meet yours as you lean in for a kiss.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, mixed with his saliva that for some reason, always tastes like those sour candies that you've had to pry from his hands on more than one occasion.

And Wally's hands grip your hips tighter, before he begins to control your pace.

Slamming you onto his cock with a brutal force, tip smearing precum all over the plug of your cervix, reaching deeper than you thought anything could.

"Keep this pace, please."

Wally begs quietly and you comply, because after all, how could you refuse a walking talking vibrator?

And your breath hitches when his thumb finds purchase on your clit, and he moves it until it's a blurry digit, vibrations making your toes curl and your speech slur.

Your eyes roll back in your head as you abruptly come to face with your orgasm.

Only this time, you're squirting around his cock, oversensitive and overstimulated and you're not even moving yourself anymore.

With one sock covered foot moving to rest on the edge of your coffee table (thank God it's bolted down), Wally's hips move and you swear, his ass doesn't touch the couch cushion with the way he's pistoning into you.

Pummeling your poor pussy into oblivion while teasing your clit with skilled fingers and he presses his lips against your pulse when you fall against his chest, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt.

"I've got the ring in holding." Wally whispers, his words barely reaching your ears with the way your blood is rushing, and you whine, nodding your head lazily as you try to find the ability to be shocked and enamoured by what Wally's saying.

"They just need to check if the size is right."

He adds, his voice so soft and gentle despite the fact that you're squirming like a bitch in heat and in the literal blink of an eye, Wally's got you on your stomach, stripped and bare aside from your socks.

"I took you for granted...." He murmurs.

A pillow wedged beneath your hips, and you feel the way his hot breath brushes against your back, one foot up on the couch, moving to rest beside your waist while his hands find your hips. His other leg is kneeling, on the other side of you, and Wally slides into your sopping cunt with ease.

Your back arches like a cat's and you're sure you might actually die when one hand moves to rest at the curve of your spine and his other hand has two fingers wedged against the soft tissue of your cheek.

"Let me show you how sorry I am."

[chismeando-con-el-barrio]

Wally tiene un crush o un interés??

💸🍎;; AJSJJA, la neta sí. Le gusta T/N, pero no lo dice abiertamente por miedo a no ser lo suficientemente bueno para ella, así que espera a confirmar que tiene la oportunidad de tener algo bonito a su lado antes de confesarse— (๏ᆺ๏υ)

[funtasticworld]

Happy Thanksgiving!

[timelesstheartist]

Hi, Hi! Welcome to my page! 🩷🩷

I’m Timeless! An adult self-shipper just here to share my art and ships. =^v^=

|| Commissions OPEN || Art Trades for Mutuals CLOSED ||

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Now…

🌈My F/Os🌈

Lonnie & Clyde- Clyde (Perils of Penelope Pitstop) || Status: Married

Griever’s Bouquet- Herbert (Thank Goodness You’re Here!) || Status: Dating

Love Spell- Cedric the Sensational (Sofia the First) || Status: Dating

Frosted Glacier- Jack Frost (Frosty’s Winter Wonderland) || Status: Dating

Eclipse of the Heart- Daycare Attendant/Eclipse (FNAF) || Status: Dating

Storytime- Wally Darling (Welcome Home) || Status: Married

Swing, You Sinners- King Dice (Cuphead) || Status: Dating

Inter-planet Intimacy- Zim (Invader Zim) || Status: Dating

Current Mains: King Dice 🎲💜, Clyde🃏♥️

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[bimboothefool]

i have a short and sweet request in mind, so canonically speaking wally doesn’t truly understand hugs, like as soon as he gets hugged he goes limp, so just a cute scenario of reader finally explaining hugs to him @: )

𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓘𝓷 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓐𝓻𝓶𝓼

Cʟᴏᴡɴ’s Nᴏᴛᴇ: Oh my gosh that’s perfect fluff material Sage!!

Tʜᴇ Pʟᴏᴛ: You and Wally are out on a picnic date, once you hug Wally you soon learn that he doesn’t understand hugs. Time to teach this silly man!

Cᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Purely fluff again, along with you and Wally being two puppets in love. Also no usage of (y/n) and gender neutral.

It was a nice sunny day out in the neighborhood, you and Wally were out in a flower field having a nice picnic.

Wally baked a warm apple pie and brought along your favorite treats. You brought sandwiches, nothing more, nothing less. The breeze was nice and cooling, you and Wally were both having silly conversations. From the wacky adventures that had happened to the most mundane things like going apple picking.

You’ve loved Wally unconditionally, even in moments like these. Wally felt the same about your love, it made his heart melt. From your affectionate touches to smooshing your cheek against his. He enjoyed every minute of it.

You gently pulled him in for a hug, only to feel him get heavier as Wally is a bit limp. Almost like a rag doll. “Wally are you okay??” You asked with worry laced into your tone. “Mhm… But what are you doing..?” Wally tilts his head curiously at you. “You never had a hug before..?”

“I have, but it doesn’t happen often.” Wally stated, you decided to pry a bit further. “Does it make you uncomfortable..?” You asked hoping you haven’t pushed his boundaries. “No, not really. It’s just that.. I don’t fully understand what it is…” His smile doesn’t waver and your heart felt a wave of relief.

“Maybe I can explain it!” You proposed and Wally gives you a closed eyed smile. “That would be wonderful!”

Soon you told him how hugs are apart of a love language, physical affection. You listed it off as Wally felt himself better understanding what hugs can mean. It can mean I love you, I’m here for you and so many different other ways. Who knew such a simple act could hold such enriched meaning.

“Does that make sense..? I hope I’m making sense.” Wally smiled and said. “I completely understand, don’t be alarmed. You’re actually pretty good at explaining hugs.” You felt your heart start to race again. “Awww gee, Wally… I’m happy to hear that!”

“You’re welcome, I love hearing your voice too. It makes me feel at ease.” Wally confessed making your heart want to burst out of your chest.

Wally definitely had a way with his words. He always knew how to tug on your heartstrings and swept you off your feet. Making you fall in love with him again and again.

“Wally…” You muttered bashfully, Wally laughs and places a kiss on your cheek. “Let’s eat I don’t want your cooking to get eaten by ants.” Said Wally as he feels you release him.

You both snuggled close, watching the clouds go by as the soft scent of flowers and honey waft through the air. A perfect day to be in Wally’s arms.

Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪᴛ’s ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴛ ᴏʀ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs, ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ɪs ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ! Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ! I ᴀʟsᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴋᴏғɪ!

[blazeberrychaos]

Cuphead Fear Headcanon

Cuphead:The Dark

Mugman:being alone

King Dice: being forgotten

The devil:not much scares him BUT he is deeply disturbed by beetles

Psycarrot (i am going by their fanon names):Horses or Rabbits

Ollie: damn near everything scares him

Moe:Rats

Ribby:he is a sore loser so losing is his biggest fear

Croaks:death,he's scared of death

Goopy:Loud noises (like sudden loud noises,it's also why he doesn't go anywhere near Beppi)

Hilda: falling,she doesn't mind heights but she's scared of falling from those heights

Cagney:Weed Killer

Baroness Von Bon Bon:Roaches

Sir Waffington III: the dark

Muffsky Chernikov: being eaten alive by something

Sargent Gumbo Gumbull:heights,he hates them

Lord Gob Packer:hammers

Kernel Von Pop:Outer Space or the Ocean

Beppi: Thunder Storms

Djimmi:Needles

Grim Matchstick:Shouting and anger

Wally:Blood

Willy(Wally's Son):Germs

Rumor:the night

Officer B Honor (the cop bee in rumors boss fight):birds

Captain Brineybeard:Fire

Cala Maria:Strangers

Sally Stageplay:Judgement

Werner Werman:being stared at

Blind Spector:The Sun

T Bone:children

Blaise(one of the lollipops ghouls or whatever the name of them is):Water

Bolt(the other one ⬆️):Silence he has a fear of silence

Head of the Train:Crashing

Dlc characters:

Glumstone the Giant:People

Walter (the spider mob boss):holes

Charlotte(the light bug):small spaces

Anthony (the anteater):illness/disease

Sheldon:cats

Esther Winchester:The snow

Mortimer:he won't ever admit it but he is scared of horses so naturally he hates the knight

Captain Samantha (the howling aces captain??? Pilot??? Idfk the female):accidents

Boris (the bulldog):ants

(Now onto the yankee yippees)

Bones:Death

Bingo:cats

Baxter:touch

Buggy:reptiles

Kings leap:

The King:Birds

The queen: Rats

Pawns:all of them are afraid of hospitals

Seymour(the knight):spiders

The Bishop (or as i call him,Janus):bugs of any kind

The Rook:Snakes, this mf hates snakes

And there we go uwu