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Chapter 9 - Ouroboros

⚠️Tags: scopophobia, hypnotism, mind manipulation, autistic wally darling, romance (in a bad way), friends to lovers, reader is a puppet (...or are they), gender neutral reader, bad ending, descriptions of childhood trauma, original character.

This is the final chapter! :)

Previous chapter

When you wake up, you feel woozy. Disoriented, you look at your surroundings, trying to push yourself up. You realize you’re weak, and that you’ve been sweating. You roll to your back and look at the ceiling.

Then you realize everyone is surrounding you, looking down at you with worried faces. Once they realize you’ve woken up, they look at each other, then back at you.

“Are you okay…?” Julie eventually asks. “It looked like you were not having a very good time.”

It wasn’t, you want to say, but your throat is dry and you can barely move. When you catch Wally’s eyes, you see his worry. You shake your head. He must think it’s the memories again, but it’s not.

It’s something else entirely, and that is the problem.

“Let’s give them space,” Frank says. Reluctantly, they all dispersed slowly, one by one, except for Wally. He gently holds your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. You weakly try to smile at him to reassure him you’re okay.

“I’m making you some calming tea,” Frank says, and you know by that no-nonsense tone of them that you won’t be able to refuse. You sigh as you try to make your tired limbs cooperate.

“Thank you,” you rasp, but Frank and everyone else still have that worried look on their faces. Poppy looks a second away from plucking her own feathers. They all leave you and Wally be, however.

He’s looking at you as if asking what happened.

“Just a nightmare,” you say. “Nothing related to my memories this time.”

Wally nods, his mouth almost a flat line. It’s odd to not see him smile. You know he wants to know more, but deep down, something tells you not to do so. It’s a gut feeling that won’t let you talk about it to Wally, alarm bells ringing in your head at the thought.

You wonder why that is.

You also wonder why Rainy isn’t here.

By all means, they looked like any other neighbor. They looked like they belong here and like they’d fit in this very same sleepover perfectly. Yet he’s not here, and in all the time you’ve spent in Home, no one has brought them up. And why was Rainy a plushie from your childhood, anyway? What did all of their words mean?

There is something very strange about this whole situation.

“Here,” Frank says, taking you out of your thoughts as they bring you a warm cup of tea. Wally lets go of your hand so you can hold it properly.

“Thanks, Frank,” you smile at them. They nod and stay to make sure you drink it, and you can’t help but roll your eyes fondly.

The tea, as expected, helps your frayed nerves calm down. You think to yourself for a little bit more, but then you come to the realization that you’re at a sleepover. You’re supposed to be having fun, not worrying about nightmares and endless loops of information you don’t understand.

The thinking can wait for later. You should have fun with your friends for now.

Despite thinking that, the ache on your heart couldn’t be helped.

While the sleeping part of the party was already over, and technically the party should be over, there was more fun to be had. Breakfast was an essential part of the day, and since everyone was here, you all figured you could make breakfast together.

Frank wanted waffles, but everyone else wanted pancakes. Mostly because it’s funny to go against Frank and tease them.

“Fine!” They throw their hands in the air, exasperated. “Pancakes it is! You childish lot!”

Everyone giggles, and you all set to the kitchen to make breakfast. Slowly, the ache in your chest recedes, but it doesn’t go away completely. Still, you have fun, especially when Sally initiates a food war, because of course Sally initiates a food war.

And of course, Frank is angry at everyone at first, grumbling about all the cleaning and waste of food. But in the end they join in, and they’re laughing with everyone when it all ends.

Eventually, after a bunch of cleaning and telling Sally that no, there is no second food war, the pancakes are made and everyone eats. Frank is an excellent host, and Barnaby is a terrible guest. He eats with his mouth open, talks with his mouth full, but at the end of the day he makes everyone laugh, and you all love him.

The party ends with smiles and laughter. After bidding your goodbyes, everyone heads home for the day. Wally, of course, insists on dropping you off to your house. By this point you feel much better, so you wouldn’t mind his company. You accept.

Once again, you hold hands the entire time, looking at the trees and butterflies around. The walk is short, and Wally drops you home with a sweet mwah! on your cheek.

“Thank you, Wally,” you giggle, giving him a mwah! back. He smiles lazily.

“Of course.”

“I’ll see you around,” you say, and he nods before going back Home.

You enter your house and slide down the door once it’s closed. Sitting on the floor, you look up and finally let yourself try to process everything you dreamed of.

It started as a nightmare, you’re certain of that. But when did Rainy stop being a plushie and become a puppet? How and why? What did it mean?

And that’s one of the things that bother you. Rainy said he was a neighbor, and that he wasn’t Home anymore. But why would he leave Home? Why was he telling you to leave and go to your “real home”?

What did he mean when he said you belonged in a world of flesh and blood?

You stand up. Perhaps you should ask someone.

After going out and walking in circles for a bit, you decide to ask Barnaby. He seems like the safest option, the one that would ask the least amount of questions about it. So you make up your mind, and knock on Barnaby’s door. You hear some shuffling and big steps approaching before he opens the door.

“Neighbor!” He looks surprised but happy to see you.

“Hi, Barnaby,” you greet. “Could I ask you a question?”

“Ya just did!” 

Blinking, you laugh, and he giggles like he told the funniest joke. You cross your arms, still smiling, and then Barnaby nods, still giggling a little bit.

“Have neighbors ever moved out of Home?”

Barnaby’s expression changes as he tilts his head and scratches his chin.

“Yeah, there’s been a couple. Why, ya movin’?” He asks, sad all of the sudden. You shake your head vehemently.

“No no no! I was just curious. You know… with my house being here before me and all…”

“Oh! I see!” He perks up, and then thinks some more, comically stroking his nonexistent beard. “Hmmm… I don’t really remember much, buddy. That was a really long time ago! Maybe Julie has some pictures? Or Sally? They always keep some type of record…”

Right. Of course Sally and Julie would keep some sort of record.

“That’s a wonderful idea,” you nod. “Thanks, Barnaby.”

“‘Course!” He nods.

After waving goodbye to Barnaby, he closes the door and you’re on your way to Julie’s. You’re suddenly a little nervous. There’s no way you were just imagining things, right? There had to be a trace of Rainy <i>somewhere.</i>

With nerves twisting your gut, you knock on Julie’s door. She greets you with the brightest smile and does a little twirl.

“Oh, neighbor! What a wonderful surprise! Come in, come in,” she ushers you inside before you can say a word.

Julie babbles and rambles about new flowers she’s been planting and how wonderfully they’re doing, how chatty they all are and how much she loves them, until she remembers you’re here for a reason and clears her throat sheepishly.

“Was there something you needed?” Julie asks, to which you nod.

“I was wondering… are there pictures of previous neighbors that have left Home?”

Julie makes an odd expression at that that you can’t quite describe. Maybe the topic was a bit sensitive, and you would take it back, but you really needed answers. Julie nods tentatively.

“Perhaps I have some pictures in some old album photos. Is there a reason why you’re asking?”

You shrug, trying to be casual about the whole ordeal. You still can’t help but notice Julie has lost some of her cheer, and even though it worries you, you push forward.

“I was just curious about the previous homeowner, since my house was already here and all…”

Julie looks at you for a while, and after about a minute, she nods. Perhaps she can tell it’s important to you somehow.

You two dig old album by old album, which had been catching dust in forgotten cardboard boxes. There were no signs of Rainy or anyone else for that matter, save for some shadowy figures in the background, silhouettes you couldn't recognize.

“Still not what you’re looking for?” Julie asks, and you look at her, a bit surprised. But Julie doesn’t seem like she’s asking for more information, so you shake your head.

“Let’s go ask Sally, then. Perhaps she has something,” she says, and you follow.

When you arrive, Sally hugs both of you tightly and spins the two of you around. Julie recovers some of her cheer, laughing along with you and Sally, and eventually when you two were about to throw up, Sally puts you down.

You were dizzy for a while, and needed time to recover. So did Julie. Sally only looked a little sorry.

“We were wondering if we could go through old albums,” Julie said. “Revisit old memories, tell our newest neighbor about old adventures.”

It still surprised you how perceptive Julie could be. You didn’t even have to tell her you’d like to keep your reasons private, and she didn’t make you explain either. You offer her a grateful smile, and she winks.

Sally looks absolutely fascinated by the prospect, and she immediately starts rummaging through some old cardboard boxes that were inside a small door on one of the walls in her house.

That’s strange. Julie had a similar door where she kept the old album photos, and some other stuff. You wonder if your house had one too, and you just hadn’t noticed?

Either way, you’re looking through some album photos with Sally and Julie now, so you’ll analyze that later. Now, you had to pay attention to each picture, take in every detail you could, make sure you didn’t miss anything. It helped that Sally had many stories to tell, so you had plenty of time to look at every picture.

And eventually, you do find something.

They were very old pictures, almost disintegrating. And it seemed like any other picture, with the whole neighborhood laughing and having a great time. But you could see it in the background: a shape of a different neighbor, blurred out, purple and waving.

You were absolutely sure about it. It was Rainy.

You went through more pictures on the same album, and there were some other few that had Rainy in them, or pictures that you were fairly sure was now your house painted in different colors. Rainy’s silhouette was always nearby.

Could it be that you’re in Rainy’s house now? But why did Rainy leave? Why weren’t they here?

And why did nobody seem to remember him?

In all the stories Sally told, even when she pointed at pictures where Rainy’s silhouette was in, not once did she mention Rainy or any other neighbor. It’s like Rainy was completely wiped away from all of their memories.

It also made your dream with Rainy even more real, yet none of their words made sense to you. What did it all mean?

Why wouldn't this be your real home? Why wasn’t this Rainy’s real home? Why was he gone?

…

If this wasn’t your real home, why were you here in the first place? What came before Home? Why did Wally not want you to know? Why did he want you to forget?

Half in the present, you make a flimsy excuse and stand up, leaving Sally’s place. You failed to listen to their worried words, didn’t look at their concerned expressions; you only knew you needed to leave, needed space for yourself.

You don’t really know exactly when you reached your home.  You only know you locked the door and slid to the floor as soon as you were inside.

Breathing heavily, you stand up and sit on your bed, looking at the wall in front of it, trying to make sense of your current situation. And it’s then that you realize there’s something off about the wall in front of you.

There was an outline of a door behind the paint. Barely visible, but it was there. You had never noticed it before, but now it makes you wonder if it’s like the doors Julie and Sally had in their homes.

Could there be things inside there as well?

Before you realize it you’re already standing up, looking for something to peel the paint off the walls in a frenzy. And it takes you a long while to even dig a corner out, but once you do, you’re sure of what you’re seeing.

It’s a door to a storage, and there could be answers inside.

Why was it even blocked off like that? It’s more than paint, you realize; there was even more material covering it. Like it was purposefully left out for you to never find. It made you angry, a little irrationally, and you don’t know towards who. Who would even hide so many things from you and why?

…

Was it Wally…?

The thought made your eyes sting, and it gave you more vigor to dig through the wall with fury. And as hours and hours passed, with a measly kitchen knife, you finally managed to peel the wall off and reveal the door to the hidden storage.

You felt so nervous it made you nauseous.

With shaky hands, you grip the handle and open the door. It’s dark inside, so you pat the walls hoping to find a light switch, and you find one.

The light reveals various cardboard boxes inside. Fear grips your insides and makes you want to cry and run away. What will you find inside?

You had to breathe for a moment before making yourself brave enough to reach for the box, using the knife to open it. It had so many tape layers, it was hard to cut them, even with a kitchen knife.

What you see inside makes your stomach flip inside out.

It’s Rainy’s clothes.

There’s more inside the box, but that’s the one thing you can focus on at the moment. Your breathing is so fast it makes your vision blurry, but you reach for the clothes and raise them. You’re shaking like a leaf in the middle of a storm.

There is no doubt about it, these are Rainy’s clothes. The hairpin, the bowtie, the striped shirt and his pants. Even his pajamas are in the box.

And there’s more inside.

It’s a picture and some trinkets. But what calls your attention the most is the picture.

It’s similar to the figures you see in your dreams, the ones with five fingers on their hands. There is a figure in the middle of it who looks like… Rainy? Yes, with his clothes, the purple hair and the star hairpin, his dark skin. But they’re off; their hair is off, their eyes are off, they don’t have fluffy bodies and they look so… odd. His skin is not even the right color, not his usual lilac, but a dark brown instead!

You open the other cardboard boxes with dread in your stomach, not knowing what to expect. Each box had clothes inside them, some trinkets, and a picture. Each time, the clothes matched someone’s in the picture, and they were all five fingered odd… beings.

You’re sure there’s another word for it. It’s in the tip of your tongue, but you’re missing it.

And then you get to the last box, which had no clothes. Yes, there were some trinkets inside; in fact Rainy’s plushie was in there. Which made you realize the box is yours. You take a look and find the picture, and inside was… You, with your mom and your sister?

But you were all five fingered odd beings. And yes, that was undoubtedly you.

You couldn’t make sense of what was happening. And your nausea was winning.

With shaky legs, you manage to stand up and run to the bathroom, wanting to splash some cold water on your face. But when you look at yourself in the mirror, you have an awful, horrible realization.

You look exactly like Rainy, except you’re off-colored.

Distress doesn’t begin to cover what you’re feeling. You fall to the floor, breathing hard, not knowing what to do. Why were you so painfully similar to Rainy? Why were you a five fingered odd being in the picture? No, that’s not the right word. Your mind reels, skimming through that black paint that seems to cover your memories, trying to fish for that you know is there…

Human.

The word you’re looking for is human.

You let out a disbelieving laugh. You used to be a human before coming Home, and now you’re a puppet. A puppet that was made of cotton and thread, when you used to be flesh and blood.

Then, all of the sudden, you hear a knock on the door.

“My darling?” Wally calls from the other side. “I know you’re in there. Please open up.”

Terror makes your blood freeze, makes you feel off balance even though you’re sitting on the floor. You rush to the door after a few seconds; not to open up, no, but to lock the door even further.

“Why…” You babble, not feeling in complete control of your mouth. “Why did you hide these things from me…?”

“You know too much again. You’re beginning to rot.” “Wally!” You sob, finally breaking down. “Why!”

Your mind reels again as you take rapid steps back, until you hit the opposite wall and slide to the floor. You can’t stop sobbing, can’t help wondering what happened to all the neighbors that were here before you, can’t help wondering if you all vaguely looked the same.

Wondering if this was a reused body that didn’t even belong to you.

Just as you were thinking you would never, ever open that door again, the lock begins to turn on its own. Your stomach falls.

Slowly, the door handle turns, and inside steps Wally with what should be a reassuring smile. Instead, it makes more tears roll down your cheeks, and it makes you shake in fear.

“Shhh,” hushes Wally. “It’ll all be okay.”

You shake your head slowly, but his eyes are already widening, the world is already fading out of color. He slowly, oh so tenderly cups your face and wipes your tears.

“You’re not going anywhere, my darling.”

You want to scream, to thrash around, to beg him for mercy, to run away to the forest and never come back. You want to love him, to treasure him; but you’re so terrified, and you know you don’t belong here. Your heart aches. You want to leave Home, you want to go to your real home. But Wally shakes his head with another smile.

“We’ll be together, forever.”

#wally darling x reader #wally darling x you #welcome home fic

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the strongest survives

#welcome home #julie joyful

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"You're in my dreams, but why?"

#welcome home oc #rainy dewdrop #maveric mic #micdrop #i love them so goddamn much GOD

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SHAURMAAAAAAAAAAAAAHFSOJFNGSJKDFSNDKF

koi and shaurma are losing their minds help me

#what have i done

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SHAURMA PLEASE

koi and shaurma are losing their minds help me

#and i plan on writing more #don't tell them that tho what who said that

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KOI PLEASEEEOFJSNJDF

koi and shaurma are losing their minds help me

#ALL I DID WAS WRITE 1K PLEASE

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koi and shaurma are losing their minds help me

#what have i done

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Sleepy Habits

A Rainy Dewdrop/Maverick Mic fanfiction, for @koifsssh and @thatthirstyweirdo.

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: established relationship, tooth rotting fulff. Unbeta'd.

Summary: Rainy's sleepy habits are contagious. Maverick can't help but indulge him.

Sunrays spilled through the gaps between the curtains on a sunday afternoon. They softly draped on the bed where a lazy pair of lovers lay, perhaps nudging them to wake up. It was twelve in the afternoon after all, and they had yet to wake up.

Rainy Dewdrop was oblivious to it all however, deep in a peaceful slumber. It almost seemed rude to wake him, from how much he was enjoying it, but sometimes pleasant things had to come to an end. Dreams shouldn’t last forever, and stomachs must be filled with food at one point or the other. It was why all of the sudden, very slowly, Rainy was woken up by soft kisses on his neck and shoulders. He noticed an arm hugging his waist, and a warm body pressed against his back.

Affection surged through him, making him smile as he snuggled onto the mattress. Hmm, he could fall asleep like this again and drift, in the arms of his lover as he received gentle kisses…

“Five more minutes,” Rainy mumbled to Maverick’s dismay. The sleepyhead felt a laugh caress the crook of his neck.

“Alright,” Maverick conceded, “five more minutes.”

And so, Rainy got what he wished. Maverick kissed his shoulder, neck, jawline and, sometimes, his cheek. He sometimes whispered a few ‘I love you’s that Rainy knew had slipped Maverick’s lips. He drifted happily as he felt love, whole in its purity, making his already fuzzy limbs feel even more fuzzy, and his head filled with extra light cotton. He smiled, and smiled, and was loved to eternity.

Eventually though, Maverick tried to wake him again.

“‘C’mon, Raincloud… We already skipped breakfast.”

“Hmm… another five minutes…”

“I gave you fifteen.”

Giggling, Rainy snuggled into the covers, refusing to get out of bed. Maverick sighed in fond exasperation.

“I’ll make hot chocolate,” Maverick tried.

“Hmm…”

“I’ll make pancakes.”

“Hmmmm…”

“With whipped cream and strawberries…”

“Hmmmmmm…”

And finally, Maverick had enough. With an attack of nothing but affection, he got out of bed and took Rainy out of bed in a bridal style. Rainy squawked, giggling, as Maverick kissed his face everywhere; cheeks, brows, eyelids, nose…

“Okay, okay, I’m awake!” Rainy giggled.

With a laugh, Maverick took them to the kitchen, Rainy swinging his legs and smiling as he was carried to the table.

Maverick began preparing what he promised: warm hot chocolate and pancakes with extra whipped cream and strawberries, as well as some chocolate sauce. But of course Rainy would fall asleep again when left unattended, especially when he felt so happy and floaty… he closed his eyes again, beginning to drift.

And he was attacked with a sudden wave of kisses as Maverick held his face again, making more giggles fall out of Rainy’s mouth. Maverick didn’t stop, despite Rainy’s gentle swats; not until he finally kissed Rainy properly, uniting their two smiles with a soft kiss.

“Breakfast’s ready, sleepyhead,” Maverick announced fondly. He kissed Rainy’s forehead tenderly.

“Thank you Mav,” Rainy said with a kiss on Mavericks forehead, which made the tall puppet blush. Rainy smiled.

They had breakfast in silence, mostly because Rainy was still sleepy. The two of them watched as the sunlight faded behind a curtain of clouds, and soon it began snowing; light feathers of delicately frozen water falling softly on the ground, painting the outside scenery with a peaceful white.

And all of the sudden, as Maverick did the dishes and Rainy dried them, Rainy gasped as a lightbulb lit up above his head with a wonderful idea. Maverick looked at him curiously.

“Let’s make snow angels later!” Rainy said, sparkles in his eyes. “We can put on comfy, warm clothes and lay on the ground watching the snow fall…” “As long as you don’t fall asleep,” Maverick chuckled. Rainy gave a dopey smile that meant no promises.

Sitting on the sofa, they sipped their hot chocolate and watched a T.V. show as the snow fell. They snuggled close, wrapped in a big blanket that engulfed both. Lo and behold, once his cup was empty, Rainy fell asleep leaning on Mavericks shoulder. He didn’t have the heart to wake Rainy up, instead kissing his forehead and tucking him under the blanket. Unconsciously, he played with Rainy’s hair as he watched the program.

After a couple hours, the snow had built a layer of white on the streets. Maverick shook Rainy awake, reminding him of their plans to make snow angels outside. Rainy asked for five more minutes.

It took a while, but Rainy did get up eventually. Maverick still had to help him get dressed as Rainy smiled at him. He gave Rainy an exasperated, but fond kiss.

Once they were outside, Rainy slumped on the snow and stuck his tongue out to catch some wild snowflakes. With a sigh and a smile, he began making his own snow angel, looking at Maverick expectantly.

Rolling his eyes, eyelashes decorated with a delicate white, Maverick (who was totally not staring at Rainy lovingly) lay on the ground and made a snow angel next to Rainy’s. Rainy laughed, and then Maverick laughed, because they were both silly puppets who were happy and in love, doing whatever they wanted, sharing their time together and looking as the snow fell.

It was peaceful. It was lovely. Both of them ended up holding hands and just breathing, smiling, loving each other.

So of course Rainy ended up falling asleep.

Maverick could only deadpan as a bubble of snot ended up freezing on Rainy’s nose. He really was sleeping, deep in his slumber, so much so that he began sleep talking.

“Maaaaaverick,” he mumbled. “Did you know that apples can talk…”

“... What?”

“They can talk… they told me about the sky.”

“Rainy.”

“The worms… they make the apples talk…”

“Huh?”

“The worms… don’t eat the talking apples…”

“Well I’m not going to eat apples that have worms, Rainy.”

“The worms…”

With a bit of a laugh, Maverick supposed it was time to get Rainy in bed. At three o’clock in the afternoon. Because apparently it was nap time. Nap time was usually at five, but oh well.

Maverick carried Rainy to bed, swapped his clothes for pajamas, and put him in bed under the covers. He then did the same, spooning Rainy in a lazy embrace, and snuggling as he made sure the covers covered them properly.

Rainy gave a dopey smile as he called for Maverick.

“I’m here, Raincloud.”

“Hmm… is it nap time?”

“Apparently it is.”

Rainy giggled and snuggled under the covers.

“Yeah… it is,” Rainy mumbled, falling asleep again. Maverick could only shake his head and smile, kissing the top of Rainy’s head, and letting sleep take him once again.

Rainy’s sleepy habits were contagious, after all.

#rainy dewdrop #maverick mic #micdrop #welcome home ocs

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your honor! i present to you! the silly people!

just a guy and his dog, if you will...

I don't think Rainy takes Maverick very seriously, at least in terms of trying to protect him! To him it doesn't really make much sense, but who is he to argue with the Boss? At least Maverick is fun to mess with! He's too serious sometimes!

some of these drawings were done by @thatthirstyweirdo ! do give her a follow! an amazing artist, truly! (Maverick also belongs to her, bwah!)

#welcome home oc #rainy dewdrop #maverick #OUOUOUGHHJJ #I LOVE THEMMMM #BWAAAHHHHH

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I suppose Julie joked about Franks nose, what a silly!

#welcome home #wally darling #julie joyful #frank frankly #WHAT IS HAPPENJNG TO HIM #OHNO

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Hiya everyone, here's a bunch of doodles that I did on @koifsssh magma board last night/early morning. It was quite fun to draw with everyone that was there. Also, there was so many amazing artwork that people did.

#welcome home #appol

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A-hem ahhh yes GREASER BEARY!! My baby bikie girl🥹 and I almost forgot I have a son too (sorry not sorry Whisky) ma boi!! Whisky!! he's working at Poppy’s diner he's helping Howdy with the desserts (Whisky is really good at making dessert)

This cool Greaser AU belongs to @koifsssh 💖

#welcome home greaser au #OH MY GOODNESS #YELLS #SCREAMS #THEY BOTH LOOK SO GOOD

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I have two sides in my brain,

One side says to post not more than 3 times a day because if I do I will annoy people,

The other side says "screw you, it's MY BLOG, and it's MY INSANITY, and if PEOPLE FOLLOWED ME, that's THEIR PROBLEM, RAHHHHH"

They fight constantly.

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The Greaser Au!

(oh goodie! it's here!)

bwah, where to start?

long, long, long rambles below! (Beware!)

Wally! I'll start with Wally!

As you can imagine, Wally is the little leader of the group! Promptly dubbed after his last name, "The Darlings"! (how darling they are indeed!)

Wally had grown a fascination with the trend, though he didn't quite understand the need to act so tough and mean, so he decided to make his own group! (with the help of Barnaby!)

Motorcycles, catchy tunes, being free on the road is something everyone should enjoy! So who cares if you're big or small, or if you like the color pink? Anyone can be a greaser as long as they got a jacket and a bike to go along with it!

At least, that what he believes anyway!

Speaking of a certain beagle...

Barnaby!

Barnaby of course wanted to join in on the fun, and he very publicly advertised Wally's gang at his little comedy nights! (It did catch a certain blonde's attention!)

it did garner attention, with the way the beagle so affectionately told of Wally's endearingly comedic actions from their day to day life. Barnaby also helped Wally organize the entire set up, helping him get paint and base jackets for the painter to personalize! (He also suggested Poppy's diner as a hangout spot! He had it all thought out!)

Plus, it made his best friend happy! Who could ask for more? Well... maybe Barnaby would ask for a hotdog or two.

Julie!

Julie is a seasoned hair stylist! She owns her own hair salon! She's excellent at her job, however more often than not she gets a unpleasant customer.

Stress can pile up unfortunately, and when she attended a comedy show one evening she couldn't help but be ecstatic at such an idea of being free on the road. It felt like the perfect destresser!

Talking on the phone with Frank was great and all, but nothing compares to feeling the rush of wind in her hair... So she jumped at such an opportunity! And of course, Julie doesn't go anywhere without a certain frowny bookworm!

Frank!

Frank is an entomologist! (and a part-time librarian during the summertime!) A dream job really, but every dream comes with its hurdles! Similar to Julie, Frank found themself stressed. Usually books were able to decompress them, but lately they've been growing frustrated, the one thing they hate the most is incompetent writing!

It took a lot of convincing to get Frank to even consider the idea of being a greaser, let alone get on a motorcycle... but Julie can be very insistent when she wishes to be! Not even a week passed before they begged Julie to stop her nagging, but in exchange they had to at least go with her once on a motorcycle...

how mortifying.

However! the thrill of being on the open road at a high speed was something they never knew they needed! Needless to say, after that, they were hooked!

Sally!

Sally was the last member to join! and she took her spot quite quickly!

Sally had been in Poppy's diner when she saw The Darling's walk in, she was in awe! Colorful motorcycles? Matching jackets? They all looked marvelous! The star couldn't help herself when she walked up to them, simply starstruck at such a group!

They all looked to be having such fun... she wanted to take part!

When Sally asked if there was a spot left for her, Wally softly smiled at her and stated, "Anyone and everyone can join!"

She was content that day, and from then on, it really was the best group of friends she could ever ask for!

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whew! im done!

(this is my second time typing this... i had lost it all the first time. bwah. but it's here!!!)

im quite happy how everything turned out! I think i'll use this as a master post of sorts, just so you don't have to dig through my stuff just to find anything specific!

I'll leave Poppy's & Howdy's explanations here! (Just know those designs are old! All the designs in this post are the ones i will be using!)

Poppy's Diner!

additionally! I will give you everyone's closeups!

#welcome home greaser au #wally darling #WOAAAAAAHHHH #HE'S SO PRETTY

[veorix]

The Greaser Au!

(oh goodie! it's here!)

bwah, where to start?

long, long, long rambles below! (Beware!)

Wally! I'll start with Wally!

As you can imagine, Wally is the little leader of the group! Promptly dubbed after his last name, "The Darlings"! (how darling they are indeed!)

Wally had grown a fascination with the trend, though he didn't quite understand the need to act so tough and mean, so he decided to make his own group! (with the help of Barnaby!)

Motorcycles, catchy tunes, being free on the road is something everyone should enjoy! So who cares if you're big or small, or if you like the color pink? Anyone can be a greaser as long as they got a jacket and a bike to go along with it!

At least, that what he believes anyway!

Speaking of a certain beagle...

Barnaby!

Barnaby of course wanted to join in on the fun, and he very publicly advertised Wally's gang at his little comedy nights! (It did catch a certain blonde's attention!)

it did garner attention, with the way the beagle so affectionately told of Wally's endearingly comedic actions from their day to day life. Barnaby also helped Wally organize the entire set up, helping him get paint and base jackets for the painter to personalize! (He also suggested Poppy's diner as a hangout spot! He had it all thought out!)

Plus, it made his best friend happy! Who could ask for more? Well... maybe Barnaby would ask for a hotdog or two.

Julie!

Julie is a seasoned hair stylist! She owns her own hair salon! She's excellent at her job, however more often than not she gets a unpleasant customer.

Stress can pile up unfortunately, and when she attended a comedy show one evening she couldn't help but be ecstatic at such an idea of being free on the road. It felt like the perfect destresser!

Talking on the phone with Frank was great and all, but nothing compares to feeling the rush of wind in her hair... So she jumped at such an opportunity! And of course, Julie doesn't go anywhere without a certain frowny bookworm!

Frank!

Frank is an entomologist! (and a part-time librarian during the summertime!) A dream job really, but every dream comes with its hurdles! Similar to Julie, Frank found themself stressed. Usually books was able to decompress them, but lately they've been growing frustrated, the one thing they hate the most is incompetent writing!

It took a lot of convincing to get Frank to even consider the idea of being a greaser, let alone get on a motorcycle... but Julie can be very insistent when she wishes to be! Not even a week passed before they begged Julie to stop her nagging, but in exchange they had to at least go with her once on a motorcycle...

how mortifying.

However! the thrill of being on the open road at a high speed was something they never knew they needed! Needless to say, after that, they was hooked!

Sally!

Sally was the last member to join! and she took her spot quite quickly!

Sally had been in Poppy's diner when she saw The Darling's walk in, she was in awe! Colorful motorcycles? Matching jackets? They all looked marvelous! The star couldn't help herself when she walked up to them, simply starstruck at such a group!

They all looked to be having such fun... she wanted to take part!

When Sally asked if there was a spot left for her, Wally softly smiled at her and stated, "Anyone and everyone can join!"

She was content that day, and from then on, it really was the best group of friends she could ever ask for!

---

whew! im done!

(this is my second time typing this... i had lost it all the first time. bwah. but it's here!!!)

im quite happy how everything turned out! I think i'll use this as a master post of sorts, just so you don't have to dig through my stuff just to find anything specific!

I'll leave Poppy's & Howdy's explanations here! (Just know those designs are old! All the designs in this post are the ones i will be using!)

Poppy's Diner!

additionally! I will give you everyone's closeups!

#welcome home greaser au #IT'S HERE IT'S HERE #IT'S HAPPENING #EVERYBODY STAY CALM #CALM THE FUCK DOWN #IT'S HEREEEEEEE #YESSSSSASSSAAAAAA

[veorix]

@koifsssh

🎶~Dream, when you're feeling blue~🎶

🎶~Dream, that's the thing to do~🎶

#welcome home oc #rainy dewdrop #gloom twilight #the sillies #they're so itty so little