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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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s/o who stays with him hcs ; lovesick!wally

requested by ; anonymous (06/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; wally darling

outline ; “Sweeet! Could I get Lovesick! Wally x reader where reader realizes that Wally is aggressive when he's ignored and most of his love is focused on them so they decide to stay inside Home, getting sick too but Wally is calm and stops trying to escape, just wanting to be around reader now”

warning(s) ; lovesick au, reader succumbs to the same sickness as wally, self sacrifice, references to reader losing their mind, author is new to writing for welcome home so characterisation might need some tweaks in the future

you were doing this to protect the others — everything you had done was for them and if you kept on reminding yourself of that then, maybe, this whole situation could be that bit more bearable for you

but, then again, there was only so much one could do to ease their mind when you were spending every second of every day trapped inside of the same four walls with someone who was sick

so very sick

and you knew you were too

you could feel it in your mind, warping your perceptions and thoughts — making your mind feel less and less like you

you wondered if this was what wally felt before he became too far gone — before the aggression and obsession kicked in and he started to jeopardise the lives of everyone in the neighbourhood to get to you

spreading this disease through words and a phone line that nobody could bring themselves to cut off no matter how many times you begged them to

so, with no other options in sight, you gave in

gave him exactly what he wanted

gave up the potential for a cure or salvation

gave up your freedom

gave it all up because they deserved better — they didn’t deserve what wally was putting you all through

julie deserved to keep wandering through the neighbourhood and styling her hair and her clothes in ways only she could pull off

frank deserved to keep chasing butterflies

sally deserved to keep on pursuing her passion for performance

barnaby deserved to keep on entertaining everyone and being himself

poppy deserved to be able to keep on baking the foods she loves

howdy deserved to keep on tending to his business and multitasking with an expertise only he could have

eddie deserved to be able to keep on doing his job and pursuing what he loves

they deserved better than this

they deserved freedom, and that was your last gift to your friends — the last act of true kindness that you were allowed before you too became trapped in home

trapped with the man who had been incessantly calling you, preaching his adoration and affection and obsession through the speakers every day — moving on to others when you stopped picking up

calling once then twice then dozens and hundreds of times a day when he realised you weren’t answering intentionally and he started to become frantic

desperate for your attention, your affection, your adoration

to hear your voice, to see your smile

he wanted you — needed you

and now he had you

and now you realised just how far gone your old friend was — how wally hadn’t been wally in a very long time

it was his eyes, they’d changed and you couldn’t help but notice how drastically they had when you had nothing else to do but look at him

they were filled with hearts

they were branded with them, like he was filled to the brim and bursting with this overwhelming feeling and it was starting to warp even his appearance

but that wasn’t the end of it

his usually perfectly styled hair had been left to flop over his face — an ocean of messy, tangled blue only partially obscuring his painfully dilated warped eyes as he stared at you all day long

a small part of you wondered how much your own appearance had changed — a larger part of you was terrified to find out

the small consolation that you had was that wally had become completely docile once he’s realised that you were now staying with him

the escape attempts stopped and as did the constant calls, as he had no reason to keep on doing either

you were right here, after all, so why would he ever need to leave?

most of the time he just sits and stares at you, love ringing clear in his dreamy expression as he looks at you like you yourself hung the stars in the sky

like you were an art piece to be admired

like he could see you for exactly who you were

you felt exposed, naked, vulnerable

but you couldn’t leave so you just grinned and beared it

making sure to cut all of the phone lines the moment you settled in to your new, comfortable prison

other times he’d actually talk to you, his words well considered and his tone oddly airy and light — carrying like a dandelion seed in the breeze, more whisper or hum than words really — and hanging so dearly off of every word you said

he treated your statements like gospel, your syllables like sermons, your words like the greatest philosophical constructs — considering each thing you said heavily before responding

sometimes he’d just touch you, grasping your hand, running his fingertips along your face when he thought you were sleeping

like he couldn’t believe that you were really there

like it was all a dream and he was going to wake up and it would all go back to the nightmare he was living before

and through it all you were coping with the reality of just how sick your friend was — how horrifically obsessed he’d become with you and how it would ruin him if you left

and you could feel yourself slipping

bit by bit; slowly at first

your eyes would linger on him for a few seconds longer than you meant to

you’d catch yourself smiling whenever you stumbled upon his restful form

but over time these changes became so significant that you could no longer dismiss them

you were sick, really sick, and you could feel yourself slipping away

and in a sick and twisted way you couldn’t find yourself caring — the small part of you that did being massively drowned out by the larger not-you part that was already too far gone

you were sick and you were changed but you were in love and you had your wally

and in much the same way that wally lost all of his aggression the moment you relented, you lost your will to fight before it had even formed

because you had him and thus, really, you had no reason to leave

your neighbours would get over your loss eventually, you were sure, but for now what you really needed was to give your love a hug

it had been far too long since the last…

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #lovesick au #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader #reader insert #first fandom request

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lov3m3darling · 1 year

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Friendship Bracelets (Howdy Pillar x Reader)

Heyy! So I wanna start trying to write some stuff for the other characters and I can't help but notice there's not NEARLY enough stuff written about Howdy! I mean look at him! HE IS PRECIOUS 🐛💚

Anyways, an idea just popped into my head! What if you were hanging out with Eddie and making some crafts and decided to make friendship bracelets for you and your bestest friends..? What could go wrong?

You guys are friends in this, but you do have a crush on each other💚

No warnings for this one and reader is gn of course 😊

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Making stuff with Eddie was one of your favorite things to do in The Neighborhood. It was how you managed stress and anxiety, plus it gave you a chance to make fun gifts for your friends!

Well...and Howdy, of course.

You did consider Howdy a friend, but lately you found yourself thinking about him a little too often and staring just a little too much when you'd go to help out at the Bugdega.

You'd tell each other jokes in between customers, he usually let you have snacks and such for free, and he was always fussing over you. He was very insistent about taking breaks and he never let you carry the heavy crates...

Come to think of it...it almost seemed like he liked you, too!

You shook those thoughts away just as quickly as they'd entered as Eddie held up the flower crown he'd been making.

"What do you think, (y/n)? More daisies? Less daisies? ...does Frank even LIKE daisies?!"

You gave him a knowing smile.

"I don't really think it matters, Ed. Frank is going to love it no matter what because it came from you"

Eddie blushed and smiled down at the crown.

"You're right...hey, how are those bracelets coming along?"

"Huh? Oh! ...oh dear"

It was then that you realized you'd made far too many. You were personalizing them for each neighbor, but because you spent so long thinking of Howdy, you'd accidentally made him 4 of them!

Eddie laughed and gave you the very same knowing smile you'd given him.

"Well...Howdy DOES have 4 arms. One for each! I'm sure he'll get a real kick out of that"

You hoped so, because if he questioned it, you'd die of embarrassment on the spot.

Glancing at the clock, you realized it was nearly time for your shift at the store, and you wanted to make sure everyone got their bracelets before you headed off.

You gave Eddie his on the way out. It was the same colors as his postman uniform, with a charm of a butterfly hanging right next to one of an envelope. He rolled his eyes.

"Gosh, wonder what that's supposed to mean"

"I don't know, but I think I accidentally put an envelope on Frank's bracelet too. Oopsies!"

You snickered and skipped out the door as he glared playfully after you.

Barnaby happened to be walking by, and you waved to him.

"Hey Barnaby! I made you something!"

He stopped and smiled at you.

"A present? For me?"

You nodded, holding out the colorful bracelet with a hotdog charm. His tail wagged as he slipped it over his paw.

"Aw, shucks (y/n), ain't this just perfect? And just the right size for a little guy like me!"

You shook your head and laughed before Barnaby picked you up in a big bear (beagle) hug.

"Hey, have you seen Wally? I made him one too"

"Sorry, kid. Haven't seen him all day"

Suddenly a swirl of blue hair popped up over Barnaby's shoulder.

"Uh, Barny?" you said, pointing to it.

"Huh? I got a bug on me or something?"

He turned around so you could check, and there was Wally hanging onto Barnaby's back.

"Something like that. Wally, what are you doing?"

"Eh? Wally's back there?"

Wally smiled.

"Looks like I win, Barnaby"

A look of realization crossed Barnaby's face and he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, that's right...we were playing hide and seek, huh? Fair enough, buddy, you win"

He reached into the pocket of his vest and pulled out a nice red apple. Wally hopped down from Barnaby's back and took it, staring at it contently.

"Oh, you wanted to give me something (y/n)?"

"Ah, yes, I made you a friendship bracelet!"

You fished it out of your pocket and gave it to him. It was red and blue with an apple charm hanging from it. He took it, but seemed slightly confused.

"That's a very small apple"

"That's because it's not real, pal. You're supposed to wear it on your wrist" Barnaby explained.

Wally seemed to understand, and slipped it on.

Everyone else loved theirs too! Julie's nearly flew off from all the happy stimming she did when you gave it to her, and Frank said friendship bracelets were dumb but accepted it anyway (you're absolutely positive you saw them wearing it later on, along with Eddie's flower crown).

Eventually, only 4 remained and it was time to head to the Bugdega. Weirdly, you felt kind of...nervous? Flustered? Hard to say, but you sure were shaky when you walked in.

"Heya, (y/n)! Right on time as always!"

You smiled and grabbed your orange apron, tying it around your back and joining Howdy behind the counter.

"So, what's new?"

You looked down at your shoes anxiously and let out a nervous laugh.

"Well, actually I just came from Eddie's..."

"Ooh, craft time eh? What'd you make?"

"I made everyone friendship bracelets just for them...including you"

"Me? Golly, (y/n), you shouldn't have! Let's see it!"

You pulled them out of your pocket and held them up to him. You waited for him to laugh at you or ask why there were so many, but when you dared to sneak a look up at his face, it was bright red.

"4 of them..?"

"F-For each arm! S-See, this one has a caterpillar charm...and this one is a little shopping bag...and this one is a heart-"

A HEART?! You must have clipped that one on while you were daydreaming!

Your whole body flushed and you bit the inside of your cheek in anticipation.

A smile spread across his face slowly and he grabbed you up in a huge hug, all of his arms wrapping around you.

"I love them..."

Later on, as Howdy was stocking shelves, he looked down at them and smiled once more, hearts in his eyes and a happy sigh escaping his lips.

"They really are something..." he whispered to himself as he watched you wipe down the counter.

Maybe one day, he told himself, he would tell you how he felt...

But regardless, he never took them off

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Anyone else think Howdy would be a good dad? Idk he gives off dad vibes and he is quite large.

I trust him with my life tbh

ANYWAYYY hope ya'll like this 💚

#welcome home #welcome home fanfic #howdy pillar #howdy pillar x reader #howdy pillar fanfic #howdy pillar x you #eddie dear #wally darling #julie joyful #frank frankly #barnaby b beagle

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alittlefanatic · 1 year

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hello! would it be alright to request something for a reader who really looks up to howdt as a sort of father figure?

idk man, i collect fictional parental figures like pokemon, welcome home happens to be my latest obsession, and YOU happen to be my favorite fan writer for said obsession, so i figured id ask- no pressure though! college is rough, and i want you to take care of yourself!

I'm going to cry qwq THANK YOU SO MUCH! That means the world to me that I'm your favorite! I never thought that I'd be someone's favorite writer awawawaw.

🐛 Howdy Father Figure Headcanons! 🐛

Child Version

🐛 Howdy LOVES to hold you and pick you up! You are just so tiny and small!

🐛 He would love to give you head pats and even ruffle your hair! (If you are ok with it of course)

🐛 Got a boo boo? He will be right there by your side like a frantic parent! "Are you hurt? I have cute little butterfly bandages! Let's get you cleaned up!"

🐛 He will hang all of your crayon drawings throughout his Bugdega! He wants to show off how creative and how proud he is of you!

🐛 If you knock over a stand at his Bugdega: "It's alright bug! Are you hurt? No? Ok good.. mistakes happen, don't be upset! What do we do when we make a mistake? We clean it up! See? It's better! Mistakes make us feel bad but they don't define us!"

Teenage Version

🐛 He would have you work in his store! "It helps build character and understand responsibility better!"

🐛 With that being said though, he also helps you define your boundaries!

🐛 "You don't want to work on Saturdays and Sundays? Do you need the day off to rest and work on things? That's ok! Thank you for telling me! Let's work things out if we need to~"

🐛 If you are wanting to sell anything, he will help you put up a little stand in his store! He's your biggest supporter and will personally send out your work to other neighbors to get them interested to buy!

🐛 This man has absolutely no idea how to drive a car (mainly because he cannot fit in many, nonetheless drive) but he will try and guide you nonetheless! That is until he gets one of the other neighbors to help. He would get you a little 'beetle' car purely for the name.

Adult Version

🐛 He would absolutely cry at the thought of you moving out but he would help you 'spread your wings' if you did want to move, or at least have a place of your own nearby!

🐛 "My little bug is all grown up! I can't believe how fast it flew by...I'm so proud of you! Know you can always come back to your ol' pops ok? I may be getting older but I still have all these arms to hug you!"

🐛 He would let you take over the Bugdega if you wanted it! He would feel like you would do a phenomenal job.

🐛 If you don't though, he will be your number one supporter and will send you baked goods in the morning for your work as a courtesy gift!

🐛 If you move away, he would send you letters every week updating you about what's going on in the neighborhood and how he misses you and loves you, and that he's proud of you every day!

🐛 He is a very sentimental man, keeping every letter you write to him, or anything you've ever given him. Don't you ever think it wasn't appreciated, because he has a little area in his room dedicated to things from you.

I felt so bad that I haven't been able to write, I got a few more personal things to do then I'm completely free so expect more soon I promise! I'm so happy to finally be able to write more content for this fandom soon it brings me joy Be sure to get some water and a snack neighbor! Howdy would like you to take care of yourself 🐛

#welcome home #welcome home requests #welcome home x reader #howdy pillar #howdy pillar welcome home #headcanon #welcome home howdy #howdy #howdy x yn #howdy pillar x reader

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chronicbeans · 1 year

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Hello there! I loved you fic and I just gotta ask, how would everyone take/react to the reader having a panic attack or smtg? Better yet, what would Wally do if he saw the reader having a panic attack?

Omg that is a good idea! I have anxiety/panic attacks myself so I am surprised I haven't thought of that. Idk if I will be good at explaining it but let's go!

Welcome Home Cast's Reaction to Reader Having a Panic/Anxiety Attack

TW: Panic/Anxiety Attacks

📽️ If you have a panic attack, any neighbor will be right by your side. Especially if it was Wally that saw you!

📽️ Eddie or Poppy would probably be the best to have around, to be honest. It's not that the rest are bad at helping, although, some might be. Depends on what helps you the most! It's just that Poppy has experience with anxiety and panic, and Eddie has helped her with it from time to time, so has experience in that area.

📽️ Frank would be the kind of guy to try to distract you by talking. The main problem is, if you aren't that interested in butterflies or listening to someone talk about whatever, he won't be that helpful. He'd probably notice if he isn't helping pretty quickly, then take you to someone else.

📽️ Julie would try to paint your nails, talk to you about what is going on, and get you to try to focus on other things. Her main trick is to give you something to hold and have you try to tell her about how it feels, looks, smells, etc. She mainly tries to do things that help her calm down.

📽️ Sally would probably try to talk to you about characters from her plays that overcome hardship. In her mind, if you know about the many people that overcome tragedy, it may inspire you and help you calm down. It is kind of like "if this person can do it, even with everything bringing them down, you can, too"!

📽️ Howdy would, if you are comfortable with it, hug you! He thinks that being hugged by two sets of arms would probably be a very grounding thing for anyone. It helps him, and a few of the others, at least. If you don't want to be hugged, or it doesn't help, he would start to show you all of the things in his store, most likely tapping and picking them up to make sure he has your attention.

📽️ Barnaby would try listening to your problems, first. If you either aren't able to talk through the attack or don't feel any better, he'd then try telling jokes. His jokes... aren't that good... but they tend to be very long, almost like a ramble. So, it might distract you from your thoughts? He isn't sure. His last ditch effort would be to let you sit on his lap and cuddle into his fur to help you through it. It's not that he is uncomfortable with it, he actually lets Wally do that all of the time, it's just that he, personally, feels like it wouldn't be of much help.

📽️ In an ironic twist, Wally would be of the least help. In fact, he would unintentionally make it worse. You see, he ALSO has experience with anxiety and panic, but he has no idea how to ground himself of help himself get out of it, and it is pretty extreme, too. He kind of just... lets himself keep spiraling down and down and down, deeper into his own thoughts. So, that is exactly what he would let happen to you. His thought process would probably be that it would stop eventually and that it is normal (nobody has taught him that anxiety/panic can be an extremely bad problem for some, including himself). In fact, if you started having a panic attack near him, it might trigger him to have one, as well. If that were the case, he would probably start a conversation about his thoughts with the intention of calming the both of you down (he would get to vent about his awful thoughts, you would get to know that you are not alone), which might end up feeding into your thoughts... Then you might feel obligated to talk about your thoughts, which would feed into his own... Then it would become a loop. Poppy and Eddie would probably quickly notice what is happening though, then separate the two of you and attempt to calm you both down.

📽️ Wally would probably feel extremely bad afterward. He truly just wanted to help, but it really went south quickly. So, he would probably start visiting Poppy and Eddie more to try to learn what to do if he or you ever have another panic attack. They would also be the first ones to teach him that what he is experiencing is extremely serious and try to get him some help for it. Talking to Home about all his problems isn't that helpful due to Home being unable to give him proper feedback. It is a bit helpful to vent it, but when it gets extreme and he can't control it, it is time to find someone else to help him.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home x reader

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anonymouslymadebydesign · 1 year

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Frank Frankly x GN!Reader (Platonic!)

The Butterfly Incident. Word count : 1496

Reader and Frank get into a brief argument over what fruit will attract a new type of butterfly for Franks collection, and both believe they’re right.

Tw : brief shouting / arguing , none other than that :)

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You had been living in the Neighborhood for a couple months now. Moving to a new place was always stressful, meeting new people and remembering acquaintances names, hoping all your boxes arrive with nothing lost or “misplaced” , then the days it takes unpacking everything and putting it in its designated place, the whole ordeal was simple Stress in a different font.

Luckily the people in the Neighborhood were sweet as can be and extremely helpful, even the grumpiest of them all were willing to lend a helping hand, that being Frank. Julie had introduced the two of you by dragging you by the arm whilst saying: “Oh! This is Frank! Frank Frankly, he’s my bestest friend ever.”

While lightly scolding Julie not to drag people without their consent he confirmed her words and introduced himself.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I hope you’re enjoying our little Neighborhood.” He had said with a polite smile.

“I’m (f/n) (l/n). It’s wonderful to meet you as well.” You shook his hand with an equally sweet smile. “Sorry if we interrupted you. What’re ya doin?”

Frank's face had light up, you would have thought you hand simply hung the moon and strung the stars. “I’m making shadow boxes for my butterflies!” He gushed forwards, taking you by your free hand, and taking you to show his taxidermied butterflies, going into deep detail about every single one of them.

“Amazing! That’s so cool.” You said while admiring an Atlas Moth in its massive box. “Must’ve had them shipped, huh? I know this guy isn’t native to these parts.”

“Ah, Attacus Atlas, did you know they only live for five to seven days?” Frank had gone into a whole new spiel about how he had a friend who caught one for him and sent it to him in the mail. “As a fellow admirer of bugs, I had the wondrous opportunity of obtaining many moths and butterflies from friends who travel the world!”

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You aren’t sure what sparked the argument between the two of you but what you were certain of was that you were right.

“Listen, I know you think this would be a great lure trap but I’m telling you, you’ve got the wrong species.” You huffed, feeling anger slowly but surely consume you. “Citrine will work just fine. The book said so, SPECIFICALLY, to attract them use citrines.”

Frank had invited you to join him in catching a new species of butterfly he had yet to capture for his collection. After going to the town's library and checking out books on butterflies and moths, you found what you thought would be the perfect thing to lure the critter in.

In order to lure them in you had cut up citrine you bought the day before from Howdy’s bodega and arranged them on a little plate from your house. After reading up on the species you were certain this was going to be the perfect day. Frank would catch a new butterfly, you would help make a new shadow box for it, create the labels and attach them, it was going to be amazing.

At least, it WAS going to be.

“And I am once again telling you, citrine is going to deter them. If we don’t get to see them, it’s gonna be your fault! Grapefruit is what we need,” Franks voice rose as he put his hands on his hips, his scowl deepening. “You obviously don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You stood up quickly, face red with frustration. If there’s one thing you hated more than anything else, it was someone who tried telling you how you feel, or what you know. “Don’t you tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about! I checked out this book specifically to help you! Even if I’m wrong, you’re being awfully rude about it.”

Frank looked you up and down before scoffing. “And while I appreciate your help, you shouting isn’t gonna help anything.”

You opened your mouth feeling scandalized. If anyone was shouting it was him! Feeling hotter than ever now you raised an accusing figure to defend yourself just as aggressively. Before you could tell him exactly that though, movement from the corner of your eye caught your attention. Turning quickly, you saw multiple little butterflies feasting on your trap.

Butterflies you knew weren’t the ones Frank was looking for.

“See? I told you so, you lured the wrong type over.” Frank sighed before going to your little plate of citrine and shooing them away. “Great, now we won’t get to see them at all. I don’t even know when they’ll be here again.” His voice still carried that previous anger but now it held disappointment as well.

“I-“ You tried to speak but the words got caught in your throat. You stood rooted in your place unsure what to say. Frank had been right. “I’m..sorry…” You finally muttered as Frank gave you back your fruit dish.

“It’s fine,” He sighed looking back at the spot where the butterflies had enjoyed their brief snack.

And just like that, all the previous pent up anger left your body at the speed of light and we’re replaced by embarrassment and shame. Your body felt heavy as you began to realize that you were wrong, and because of that, you wouldn’t be helping Frank obtain the new butterfly he had spent the past week talking your ear off about.

‘If I had listened to him, he would’ve gotten a new butterfly today.’ You thought. You could feel your throat closing up, strong emotions beginning to overwhelm you. ‘If I hadn’t started the argument in the first place, if I had listened, oh no,” Your mind was racing.

“It’s alright. Even though I don’t know when they’ll be back, I don’t see why we can’t try again tomorrow with the correct fruit. If they were going to be here today, in theory, they should be here tomorrow, right?” Frank asked as he turned back to you frozen in place. “(Y/N)?”

You ducked your head quickly into your shoulder, your body hunched over itself as a sniffle stole its way out of you. “Yeah,” You tried to agree with him but your unsteady voice had other options. Oh, you had done it now. You hated crying, and to cry in front of your friend felt even worse.

“Hey, hey,” Frank was quick to your side, wrapping one arm around you and holding one of your wrists, your hands shaking with how intense you were gripping your fruit plate. “It’s okay, really! They’ll be here tomorrow, I’m sure of it.” His voice sounded light and cheerful, reassuring, but it did little to the shame that had suddenly taken home in your heart.

You shook your head violently as you tried to force your body to calm down but the shame and embarrassment overwhelmed you instead. “I messed it up!” You cried out, eyes screwed shut as you began to cry. “Oh, I ruined it! All because I was so sure I was right! I ruined it and now you’ll never know when you’ll see them again!”

“You didn’t ruin it! Please, oh please, don’t cry,” Frank pulled the plate of fruit out of your grasp and set it down on the ground. “I’m sorry I was cross with you, honestly. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” He said while enveloping you in a hug, his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

You wrapped your arms around his body like he did yours, your fists balling up his vest tightly. “I..I let my temper get the better of me.” You hiccuped between words. It was easy to hide your face in his shoulder seeing he was taller than you, but still, you felt bad about staining his shirt and vest with your tears.

“It’s okay, I did too. I had no right to shout and wind you up like I did.” Frank muttered. “That wasn’t very neighborly of me, was it?” He asked, letting out a humorless chuckle.

“I’m sorry, Frank.” You sniffled while slightly pulling away from him. You kept part of his vest in your grasp as you tried to apologize. “I should’ve listened to you, you’re the expert after all. I'm sorry for losing my temper with you.”

“I’m sorry as well, (Y/N). I lost my temper and wound you up, can you forgive me?” Frank asked softly.

“Only if you’ll forgive me.” You laughed wetly. “Ah geez, I’ve made a mess of your shirt too.”

“It’s okay, really. All in the past, right?”

“Right.” You looked up to him and gave your best smile.

“Why don’t we go to my house and get you cleaned up?” Frank offered, still rubbing circles into your back.

“Yeah, yeah okay.” You agreed finally letting go of his vest and taking his hand into yours. “Thank you, Frank.”

“Of course.”

#welcome home arg #wally darling #julie joyful #sally starlet #barnaby b beagle #eddie dear #frank frankly #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #welcome home #frank frankly x reader #platonic #welcome home fanfic #welcome home arg fanfic #platonic fanfiction

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darkgodcomplex · 1 year

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Sleepover

Wally X Reader

Content warning: Body horror, psychological horror, scopophobia, violence

AO3 LINK

"This'll be so much fun!" Wally grins at you as you step into Home, duffel bag in tow. While yes, you are excited, you also are nervous.

"This is going to be the best sleepover!" Julie chimes in.

The gang truly is all here, you're the last one to arrive, and the sleepover is in full tilt. Julie sits crossed legged painting Sally's nails, Poppy is dressed to nines in her rainbow pajamas while Howdy wears more conservative plaid pajamas, Eddie eagerly listens to Frank talk about a butterfly book he recently read, and Wally, ever the pleasant host, leads you around the party.

That's not to forget Barnaby, who is already passed out in the corner.

The nervous pit in your stomach continues to gnaw at you, even as Julie tugs you in to get your nails painted. You've never spent the night at Wally's house before, it's certainly a new experience.

"What color do you want?" Julie asks, pulling out a bag chalk full of nail polish. "I brought my whole collection!" You admire the red color of her own nails while Sally also shows off her bright orange ones.

"Umm..." You're rather indecisive, plus there are so many colors to choose from.

"I just ran out of black though, Frank likes to use it." Julie adds.

"What other color am I supposed to paint my nails?" Frank scoffs, throwing a hand up. Eddie giggles along.

"I think you'd look nice with yellow polish." Poppy says to Frank.

"Oh, yes!" Eddie practically jumps at the thought. "Do yellow, Frank!" Frank merely rolls his eyes, a blush darkening his cheeks.

"I think this blue would look nice on you." Wally nudges you, noticing your indecision. You grasp the color he pointed out, staring down at it. It's a beautiful midnight blue, he truly did pick out a suiting color. You shouldn't be surprised though, painters do have a good eye for that.

Julie grabs the polish from you, "Perfect!" You stick out your hands for her as she leans down to get to work.

You all continue to idly chatter as Julie finishes up your nails.

"And done!" She beams. You admire the careful work she's done.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Howdy digs through his bag. "I brought some snacks!"

He tosses out candy bars and other treats. You can't exactly eat with your nails still wet, so you watch as the others dig in and blow on your nails.

"Should we wake up Barnaby?" Poppy frets. "He would be sorely disappointed if he missed out."

"Let me wake the big oaf." Wally gives a wink, sauntering over to the sleeping Barnaby. Leaning down, he shake's Barnaby's arm.

Nothing happens.

"Barnaby!" Wally shakes him harder. "Wake up!"

Howdy sighs, "I guess he doesn't want treats-"

"Did someone say treats!" In an instant, Barnaby is up, tail wagging. Everyone laughs.

"I should've known." Wally rolls his eyes with a grin as Barnaby races to get food. He turns to his seat near you.

As Barnaby quickly chomps down his food, Julie fiddles more with her nail polish.

"Wally, we should paint your nails!" Julie suddenly shouts.

Wally merely laughs, "I'm an artist, but I don't think that's really for me."

"Oh, come on!" Sally tries to convince him. "We can also get Eddie and Barnaby in on it too!"

"I feel like I'm already colorful enough." Barnaby says between bites.

"Oh Barnaby, but don't you want more colors?" Julie clasps her hands together. "This is perfect! I can do Eddie's nails and Sally can do Barnaby's nails!"

"Then... I can paint your nails for you, Wally." You say quietly, looking up at him. "If you want, of course."

He looks at you for a second, pausing before quickly nodding. "Yeah, you can paint my nails."

As Julie sets up to paint Eddie's nails a deep pink and Sally goes to Barnaby with a bright purple, Wally kneels in front of you, holding his hands out.

"Umm..." You look at the bag of nail polish. "What color do you want?"

"Why don't we match?" He smiles, nodding his head towards the midnight blue.

"Okay!" You feel your heart flutter in excitement as you grip the polish, dipping the brush in and smearing the paint onto his first nail. You're not very good and hope he doesn't mind.

As the others chat, Wally leans down to your ear to whisper, "Do you like the color I picked out for you?"

You can't help but blush as you feel his breath on your ear. "Yes!" You say a little too quickly. "I mean... it's really nice!"

He smiles, "I'm glad."

As you work, you chew on your lip, trying to make sure your strokes are even. You nudge closer, trying to get a closer look, but instead end up spilling the nail polish all over Wally.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" You gasp, grabbing at the bottle of polish.

He doesn't seem phased, but you still feel bad. "It's really okay."

"Here, let me go get something to clean you off." You stand. "Where are your washcloths?"

"In the bathroom down the hall." He gestures. You hurry down the hall.

Throwing open cabinets, you search through, trying to get back before the nail polish completely ruins his nice clothing. You know how much time Wally puts in to look nice, you'd hate to destroy one of his favorite jackets. As you search, you hear an odd creaking noise.

At first, you think it's just one of the others that came to help to search, but it quickly becomes apparent that no one is there.

You turn your head, eyebrow up as the noise lingers outside the door.

"Hello?"

You stand, listening to the pacing and squeaking of floorboards. Upon peaking outside the door though, you only find an empty hallway.

The noise stops.

Shaking your head, you turn back, finding the washcloth and quickly heading back down to everyone else.

Wally has taken his jacket off and Julie has the nail polish remover ready as you hand them the washcloth.

"Won't that damage it?" Frank asks as Julie pours the remover onto the jacket.

Julie shrugs, "Beats me!"

"Oh, brother." Wally laughs.

"I really am sorry, Wally!" You fret, watching as Julie haphazardly dabs at the stain.

"Don't worry about it." Wally leans back on his arms. "It's just a jacket, not the end of the world."

"I think we should let it soak." Julie decides, setting down the jacket. You glance over at Wally, who seems unphased by this. You hope his jacket turns out okay, maybe you'll buy him a new one if it doesn't turn out.

"What're we doing next?" Barnaby asks, waving his hands in an attempt to dry his nails faster.

Sally gives a sudden burst of energy, "OH! Let's play a game!"

"What kind of game?" Poppy tilts her head.

With a mischievous grin, Sally points her finger. "Truth or Dare!" She crosses his arms. "Here! I can go first! Poppy, ask me one!"

"Truth or-“

"Dare!" Sally doesn't even let Poppy finish her sentence.

Poppy thinks on this for a second, mulling over her options. "I dare you to... make up a dance!"

Sally laughs, "That's easy!" She quickly swivels her hips, lifting up a leg to an usual dance that is oddly reminiscent of Elvis' dance moves. Her shoulders go into the movement too as she hums a song to the beat of her dance.

When she's done, she takes a bow, which makes everyone clap.

"Wow! That looked rehearsed!" Howdy compliments.

"Thank you, thank you!" Sally takes another bow. "Now, however, it's my turn! Howdy, Truth or Dare!"

"Me?" He blinks. "I suppose truth."

"What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?"

Howdy hum's and haw's for a second, thinking it over. "Well... one time at the market, I was helping someone find their item... and then kept asking for apple floss! I was so confused... I told them that I don't think we carry flavored floss, but they kept insisting that we had this apple floss." He shakes his head. "It wasn't until they left that I realized that they were saying applesauce!" You laugh along with everyone else.

"Wait a second," Wally scratches his head. "Is applesauce made of-"

"Oh brother it's the pie thing again." Frank sighs.

"Applesauce is made of apples, Wally." Poppy explains politely.

Wally tilts his head, "But-"

"We're not getting into this again!" Sally interjects. "Ask away, Howdy!"

"Julie, Truth or Dare?"

Julie flips her hair, giving a smile. "Truth."

"What's your favorite color?"

Sally sighs, "You're doing this wrong!"

Julie pauses, eyes going wide. "Well... How can I just pick one color! I know I love red and pink, but what about green and blue and oh! I almost forgot about purple! Then we also need to talk about shades, do I like pastel or neon? There's just too many options."

"Wow, I didn't realize how big of a decision it really is." Barnaby seems to contemplate all this.

"It is!" Julie agrees. "You can't just have one favorite color."

"Black." Frank says. "Look? See how easy that was?"

"A dull black or a bright black?" Julie asks. "Is it more grayish? Blueish?"

Frank sighs.

Julie shakes her head. "See? You really can't come to a conclusion. Anyway, Eddie! Truth or Dare?"

"Uhhh...." He looks lost. Eventually Frank nudges him, trying to get him to just answer. "Dare, I guess."

"I dare you to kiss the prettiest person in the room." Julie says, a sly smirk upon her lips.

Eddie gives a big dumb smile. Without hesitation, he leans over and plants a gentle kiss onto Frank's lips. It's barely a peck, but it's enough to leave Frank red with embarrassment.

"Wally, Truth or Dare?" Eddie asks, grin still plastered to his face.

"Truth, please." Wally interlocks his fingers, waiting for his question.

"Who's your favorite?"

Wally is silent, half lidded eyes glancing at you before sighing and shaking his head. "None of you! I love all of my friends equally, of course!"

Barnaby laughs, "What a Wally answer."

"Well, I'm Wally, so it makes sense." He shrugs, looking over to you. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." You say, sitting up straighter.

"What are you afraid of?"

His eyes seem to pierce into your soul as he leans forward, watching for your reaction. A chill follows down your spine, but you're not really sure why. After all, it's a harmless question, right?

"I don't really like the dark." You explain, trying to think. "Oh, there's also the feeling of being watched. I get that a lot when I'm alone, but I don't really like it."

"Oh, I get that too!" Julie says.

"Me too." Frank adds. Some of the others nod. Wally, however, seems to just watch you with a smile and soft eyes.

Truth or Dare continues, which results in all kinds of shenanigans. Barnaby ends up eating a donut with ketchup on it, Frank spills his guts about his celebrity crush, Poppy reveals that sometimes she just buys cakes from Howdy instead of baking them herself, Eddie gets a mustache drawn on in sharpie. Eventually, though, it comes back to you.

"Truth or Dare?" Sally asks you.

"Dare." You decide to be bold this time.

Sally grin, "I dare you to go into Wally's basement... alone."

Even Wally seems to be surprised by this, blinking at her with wide eyes. You slowly swallow.

"I don't think I've ever been in Wally's basement." Poppy says.

"Me either." Eddie chimes in as well.

"It's really damp and dark down there." Wally chuckles with a wave of his hand. "Are you sure you want to go down there?" He asks, looking at you.

"No shame in chickening out." Barnaby shrugs.

Your stomach does somersaults, flopping nervously. As much as you don't want to go down, you don't want to be the chicken.

"No, I'll go down." You say, standing. "Show me the way, Wally."

Every stands at the top to the steps of the basement, which recede down into total darkness. You can't even see the bottom from up here.

"What exactly do you use your basement for, Wally?" You ask, licking your lips nervously.

"Storage." Wally replies. "Mostly, at least."

"Oh, okay."

There's a pause. You realize everyone is waiting for you to go down.

"Well, here I go."

As you start down the steps, you wish you had asked for a flashlight. There is no way you're going to be able to see anything when you reach the bottom. However, if you head back up those steps now, you know there is no way you'll be able to convince yourself to come back down later.

As you walk, it feels like someone is walking down behind you. There are two sets of footsteps on the stairs, despite you knowing that no one would've come down with you.

When you reach the bottom, you stand in darkness, waiting for your eyes to adjust to the light. The noise behind you reaches the bottom as well and the sound of footsteps continues, moving along the edges of the basement.

There's a popping noise as well, though you're not sure where that's coming from either. You get that odd feeling that someone is watching you.

You can't take this any longer. You sprint back up the steps, relieved to see the familiar looks of friends' faces when you reach the top.

"You did it!" Wally celebrates.

"Well, you weren't down there for very long." Sally says. "But, you still did it."

"It's getting late anyway." Julie yawns. "Shouldn't we be going to bed?"

You all head back over to the living room, where everyone starts to set up their sleeping bags. Frank and Julie lay theirs next to each other, Howdy, Poppy, and Sally lay theirs out in another part of the living room, and in a different corner Barnaby and Eddie set up.

"Want to sleep near me?" Wally asks, sleeping bag in hand.

"Oh, yes!" You say. "I figured you were going to sleep on the couch?"

"No, no." Wally shakes his head. "You can have the couch. I want you to be comfortable."

"That's really nice." You blush.

You throw your sleeping bag onto the couch and Wally lays his onto the ground below it. You think it's comforting that he'll be right there all night.

Everyone snuggles into their blankets as Wally shuts off the light. Slowly, you hear everyone's breathing soften as one by one they fall asleep. Your eyelids grow heavy as you soon join them.

You wake up a while later. It's still dark, but something definitely feels off. You lay there awake for a while, trying to figure out exactly what is wrong, until it hits you.

There's no sound of breathing.

Is no one here? You stand up, trying to make sure you don't step on Wally in his sleeping bag only to realize your efforts were fruitless. He's not there.

In fact, no one is here.

"Hello?" You call, heading for the light switch. You flick it, but the lights don't come on.

Creaking sounds from the upstairs part of the house. It sounds like someone is walking around up there. You're not overly familiar with Wally's house, but you're able to find the stairs, heading up.

"Wally?" You call, desperate for any kind of response.

You get none.

The creaking continues though, getting louder the closer you get.

"Guys?" You call again. "What are doing up here? I thought we were sleeping?"

The noise leads you to a room at the end of the hall. Light spills out from the bottom of the door, illuminating part of the hallway. As you grasp the doorknob, the noise stops.

Pushing open the door, you scream at the sight inside. It's all your friends... well, kind of.

They're grotesque, body parts snapped and bent every which way, jaws broken and mouths open in agony. They writhe about, crawling by digging their nails into the wooden floor.

Worst of all, though, is their eyes. Bloodshot and wide, their irises are stretched thin from how wide their pupils are. They're all staring at you.

Then, they start to crawl towards you.

You wake with a gasp, sitting up as your hands fumble to find something sturdy. You breathe hard, chest falling heavy as tears prick your eyes.

"What's wrong, are you okay?"

You glance down to see Wally still awake, book sitting in lap with a small reading light.

It's only then that you notice the warm wet feeling. You groan, reaching a hand down to confirm what you fear. Your pants are soaking wet, sticking to your legs uncomfortably as they start to cool off. You pray that you didn't ruin Wally's couch.

"Are you okay?" Wally repeats, standing up in a panic.

"I'm okay." You nod, feeling the tips of your ears go warm. "It's just... um." You flip your blanket off of yourself.

"Oh!" He sounds relieved. "That's no biggie, we can just wash it." He glances around at everyone sleeping. "Just you and me, no one has to know."

You slowly nod.

Wally is very sweet and helpful, even giving you a pair of his pajamas to wear while he washes yours. He brings another blanket downstairs for you to use.

"Thank you for all your help." You say, sitting down on the couch. He sits next to you.

"No problem." He leans in, nuzzling at your ear. "I like to take care of you."

You laugh, "I'm also sorry about your jacket. I wish I could take care of you for once."

Wally merely smiles, "Don't worry, all will be repaid in the end."

You're not sure why, but that makes your hair stand on end. When you eventually crawl back onto the couch and Wally lays at the ground, you find that for some reason sleep won't take you.

You feel like someone's watching you.

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misteria247 · 7 months

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Some more random silliness from the Muppets concept (Welcome Home) au yahoo-

After the vase incident Barnaby doesn't let you live it down. You're constantly bombarded with little jokes about your strength and smashing the poor vase into pieces. It embarrasses you each time because it really was an accident. Other than teasing you with the violent yet embarrassing first meeting, Barnaby also tells you jokes and puns, often times earning a laugh or a groan from you. But all in all you enjoy being around him.

You figure out quickly that Julie is a ray of sunshine, but she's also extremely chaotic. There was one time when you'd come home from work only to find her sitting on top of your fridge. Just cuz she'd come up with a new game involving climbing said fridge. Took you awhile to get her down but you had fun doing it. Even if you had to replace a few things that had gotten broken in her more erratic moments. (You made sure to keep bowling balls hidden from her afterwards).

Eddie likes to go get your mail and just sit down and chat with you. Since he can't exactly be a mailman anymore he's taken to telling you about all of his deliveries he's done in the past. You always find them incredibly interesting and are always asking him questions much to his delight. You'd even began to give him your letters you're planning to send out so he can take them to your mailbox. Often times joining him on the walk to just enjoy the morning air with him.

Sally has officially overtaken your spare room as the new theater room. She'll often be found in there practicing for her shows or writing a new play. She'll drag you into some of these sessions, asking for your thoughts and even including you in some of her plays. You always have a blast. And the costumes she gets her hands on are always a delight to try on and parade in them.

You and Frank surprisingly take a bit of time to get used to one another. Mainly because Frank is still lingering in the aftermath of their last home and what had become of their last caretaker. He's a bit distant with you however eventually he comes around like the others and talks to you about his bugs. Especially his love for butterflies to which you enjoy immensely. Seeing Frank light up about them makes you incredibly happy, knowing that he's warming up to you now.

You come to learn that Poppy is a bit of a worrier and it doesn't take long for her to start mother henning you as well as her beloved friends. She'll make delicious food and treats, help keep the house tidy and clean and has even made you a few hats, scarves and sweaters. You wear them all with pride and in return you try to help her out wherever you can. From chores to helping cooking dinner it becomes a special bonding time between the two of you.

Howdy keeps trying to persuade you into starting an online shop once he'd learned about the internet. It's an ongoing discussion between the two of you, mainly cuz you have no idea what he'd even sell. But eventually you do give him the reigns to get an online shop going and he becomes successful in no time at all. You learn not to question his unique abilities in selling things. Howdy just seems to have the magic touch and charming charisma that many salesmen wish they had. You also purchased a few things from Howdy's little shop much to his giddy glee.

After finding a few doodles here and there in your home, you'd come to realize that they were made by Wally. The smallest puppet was an artist and always seemed to be fiddling with pens or pencils he found around the house and draws on any scraps of paper he could get his hands on. He doesn't ask you for it, but you get him his own little art kit, with paints included. Let's just say he clung to your leg in happiness for a good half hour before gifting you a painting he'd made sometime later. It currently hangs on your wall.

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indecisive-dizzy · 26 days

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Hi I’m having so many Latter/Eddie ideas im in love with them they are beloveds

I can totally see Latter having a crush on Eddie from the get go. He took one look at that beautiful southern mailman and fell in love

The idea of Eddie dating Latter while being Howdy’s ex makes me laugh so hard, especially if howdy gets bitter about it

I could totally see Eddie being sweet to Latter and Howdy complaining to Seeya about it. He pulls out the “I was bisexual first!” argument /hj

Latter writes poems about Eddie but keeps them to himself. Hes too embarrassed to share them

Ironically they’re actually some of his better work

Latter/Eddie/Frank is now something I need more people to love too because I do

They do little smooches. Like, they’re both so nervous they can barely kiss without herring all flustered and shy

Hugs, they hug a lot :)

Latter wraps his wings around Eddie EHEN they hug, but he never mentions it

They write letters to each other all the time, they love writing about the other

They go on walks together, its calm and they don’t have to deal with neighbors/family members that treat them poorly

They move in together /hj

I need them to get married

sniff theyre soooo <333

Took one look and fell in love you say? Of course he did who wouldn't! fr tho Latter had One Positive Interaction with Eddie (Eddie waved at him) and he was head over heels.

Damn Eddie I thought you were afraid of bugs- sjfhjdsgbjsghjds. Howdy is SO bitter. Especially because Latter and Eddie have a better relationship than his and Eddie's. Also bc Latter does Not shut up about him. He's throwing Eddie themed poetry left right and center and Howdy is this close to putting up a "No Latter" sign at the shop.

Latter's better poetry being his love poems to Eddie is so sweet. His best work comes straight (Ha!) from the heart <3

Idk how Frank and Latter would get along,,, I think Frank would enjoy some poetry but he may only tolerate Latter's extensive poetics for Eddie,,,, Hmmm

Call those Butterfly Kisses. jsfjsf they're so cute hhh just little pecks here n there but its got them both all flustered.

You got a mailman who is on his way to a Best Hugger Award and a Giant Butterfly with Six Arms. Those are some damn good hugs! And I am a sucker for "wrapping wings around partner"

ah writing letters, Eddie's personal favorite love language that he introduced Latter to. Eddie gets normal letters that also have poems attached. Eddie send him paper crafts with his letters.

Going on walks is nice! What if they held hands !

#Latter Pillar my beautiful beloved #Eddie Dear my absolute beloved #idk where they move in together pfff #Eddie isn't leaving Home ( :] )#and Latter cant just.. move into the post office #this would be where the poly comes in and they both move in with Frank #i love these so much #i love Them so much #a lot of thoughts got up there so not much else down here!#I need to find food and attempt to sleep some more #thanks for the latter/eddie food bestie <3 #welcome home #eddie dear #latter pillar #dizztalkstoomuch #neon child

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 10 months

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Your butterfly Howdy- so so so obsessed!! please tell me you thoughts I love him!! The thought of him simply falling from his chrysalis in a big sopping mess is so real™ , true butterfly moment

i would be Delighted to Talk. i always am. i have many thoughts always about everything. especially This. gonna add a cut so there's not a wall of text on my blog

okay so 1) i don't think he'd give any warning that he's gonna turn into a chrysalis. probably because he wouldn't realize it's happening bc like... those good ol caterpillar instincts took over <3 also it probably made him very very eepy

in his perspective, he took a nap and woke up spontaneously Different. everybody else had to deal with a solid few weeks of him being a chrysalis. and it's not like he was resting inside it - there is soooo much going on in metamorphosis, caterpillars/butterflies Do Not Rest At All

so when he emerges from the chrysalis (as a pathetic wet rag of a man <3) he's just... so out of it. his memory is a little fucky for a bit, he's weak, & he's exhausted to the point where the only time he's awake is to eat (gotta get that energy back!). that's it. he's dead asleep, wakes up, demolishes an entire bowl of fruit, and passes back out. can't even speak coherently.

he slowly gains lucidity until he's functional. he has a small period of time where he's kind of delirious/loopy from an overdose on Sleep, and it's hell on earth for everyone to deal with. i like to think that his main Watchers during this time are Poppy and Barnaby, both bc they're both big enough to wrangle him and bc of obvious reasons. (Poppy is a worrier and Barnaby is in love with Howdy)

when Howdy's loopyness wears off, he's still very tired and a bit spacey, but hey! he reopens the bodega! not that he needs to, since everyone was getting stuff from it anyway. he has a lot of IOU's in the never-used cash register <3 and lots of sweet notes. everyone missed him <3

so for a while when he's functional-but-Exhausted, he's a bit of a grouch. he simply does not have the energy to deal with Shenanigans and Excitement. if anyone walks into the bodega he's basically like "get your shit and get out, thank you, bye". he still sometimes nods off at the counter. eepy eepy bug.

and i don't think he'd really like his new appearance at first? i get the vibes that he Didn't want to pupate OH MY GOD THAT'S THE WORD! I'VE BEEN USING CHRYSALIZE WHICH ISNT EVEN A WORD BC I FORGOT 'PUPATE'. FUCK!, so he was subconsciously putting it off and was able to live for such a long time as a caterpillar.

but oopsie! he lost the battle of biological will! now he's got So Much Fluff and wings and claws and longer antennae and like... he's blue now. that would probably be at least a little unsettling, especially since he didn't realize it was going to happen. also he has to tailor all of his clothes to fit the wings and the Fluff.

plus, i imagine butterfly/moth wings are a Bitch to deal with. they don't fold like bird or bat wings, and they're kinda delicate - though due to Howdy's size, i'm sure they're more durable than a normal butterfly's - so i bet they are Constantly In The Way. (Barnaby probably makes a joke about how "Eddie's supposed to be the clumsy one" after Howdy knocks over a display with his wings for the umpteenth time. cue Barnaby getting kicked out of the store)

it takes a while for Howdy to get them under Control. they'd probably give away ever emotion he has. angry/frustrated? fluttering like crazy. thinking happy/fluffy thoughts or daydreaming? slow opening-closing. sad/pensive? droopy wing cape. stressed/high-strung? closed tight like a book. etc.

(similarly, his antennae are Very expressive! this is not something he can control unless he focuses extra hard. within a week Frank has memorized what each curl and twitch means)

but once Howdy has reconciled with his new appearance & has wrangled his wings, He Is So Fruity And Even More Eccentric. he fell outta that chrysalis and went "im gay now! 🧚‍♂️💅" kidding Kidding. kind of.

idk why, just... i feel like he gets a confidence boost. he realizes hes a Pretty Boy™️. he's like "this is what it must feel like for Eddie when he does drag". he's got that extra fruity Flair yk yk.

and sure, flowers are a little more distracting to Howdy than they used to be, prefers fruit over greenery, and he can't resist taking a short break every day to sun his wings, but other than that things are mostly normal. he's just extra pretty now.

#FORGOT THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE. A WEEK OR TWO. FUCKING OOPSIES!#oh my god. Pause The Post. my cat dropped a whisker on my desk... ive been blessed...#her lil pointy whisker... d'aw....#AWWWWW ITS GOT A LITTLE CURL AT THE END <3<3<3 #anyway Anyway butterfly howdy.#i have More Specific thoughts for Scenes and tidbits but this post has gotten long enough #enjoy Enjoy!!#i hope this was coherent!#yassified howdy <3 #rambles from the bog #many laughingstock thoughts as well for butterfly howdy. so many thoughts...

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stillwinterair · 4 months

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Howdy kids

My name is Dee! It's not the name I went by for most of my years on Tumblr, but it's the one everyone knows me as. You might remember my url as nyriad, visovari... I went by a bunch of others too, but those are the only two I seem to remember now 😅

The last time I was on Tumblr, I was in the middle of a very difficult period of my life that I didn't really have the tools or support to navigate. But sometimes you gotta go a lil wacky and make some fresh new regrets so you can grow up a lil bit wiser and sexier

I quit the internet pretty much cold turkey for a while and it was one of the best things I ever did for myself. I spent a year pretty much focusing on nothing but my immediate surroundings, living in my own skin, learning how to love myself. I've gotten a lot more comfortable being myself, and have grown a lot more connected to the earth.

In my time away, I was diagnosed with ADHD, which even just the diagnosis has significantly improved almost every facet of my life. I've gotten so many new tools and so much new language to express myself and my needs. I've stopped feeling like there is something wrong with me and let go of a lot of shame that I held around myself, my work flow, my ability to focus, my needs for rest, etc. As I've met more people with ADHD, I've grown a lot more empowered and confident. I'm still figuring out what medication works for me (Adderall and Concerta are hell incarnate; Ritalin and Vyvanse are the bee's knees). It's been revolutionary and healing, honestly. Reading the book "Driven to Distraction" was an important first step that I recommend to everyone who's ever thought they might have ADHD, or if you were like me, always felt stupid and slow and always wondered why you never could quite get around to doing all the things you want to do.

I am also currently pursuing a diagnosis for Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, as per my doctor's suggestion. I won't get into it too much here, but it is a chronic illness that has made the last year pretty difficult. I have a lot of severe chronic joint pain and lethargy, and it's been... a lot. I'm starting physical therapy soon. This part isn't fun to talk about, but it's becoming an important part of my identity.

I've also met the love of my life, my soon-to-be fiancee, Nathalie! We were inseparable pretty much from the day we met, and spent a year as best friends. And then after that year the sexual tension became too much to handle, and now another year later, here we are, stupidly in love, utterly obsessed with each other, turning every single day into a fun, wacky, new adventure lmao. We've built the most beautiful, trusting, communicative, intimate relationship I've ever experienced and I am so filled with pride and joy and love and happiness every day. We're still best friends -- no force on this earth could ever get us to shut up when we're in the same room. She just fills me with butterflies and glee and light. Nat has this burning desire to create in whatever the most tactile medium she can find is. She loves mechanisms and fibers and all of the ways different materials interact with each other. She inspires me every day to be more open and honest and to pursue whatever creative venture has caught my interest, and I do the same for her. We dance together, create together, and share big emotions and life goals and it's just the most beautiful thing I've ever felt, and this paragraph could go on forever if I don't end it right now

I've also finally started to settle into my writing flow. I've got a space opera that's really beginning to take shape and I'm pretty proud of what it's turning into :) I also have a fantasy saga that's following a few steps behind. Both are things I've been working on for nearly a decade in fits and spurts, but I've done more work on them in the last year than in all previous years combined. I've gotten into more artistic mediums as well: oil painting, photography, beading, and so on. And very into fashion, kind of. Y'all should see my wardrobe these days -- bright colors, crazy patterns, wacky silhouettes. I feel like I finally look like myself. I'm currently rocking a purple mullet and a mustache, so... yeah, I'm having fun with it

I'm not sure how many of my old friends and mutuals are still hanging around, but I wanted to say hey, track a few of you down, and give a little update on how things are going for me post-Tumblr. I am alive, and I'm pretty happy these days. Some days I miss it here, and while I'll never come back in the same capacity as I used to, I wanted to reconnect with some of my old friends that I used to talk to and hang around with every day! I'm gonna poke around over the next while and see who's still around :) honestly I still think about some of y'all on the daily, and I got too curious about how my old friends were doing.

If you want to keep in touch, I'm on Instagram as deehollandaise. I'm on Discord much less often, but if you want to connect there, shoot me a message and I'll share the deets. Warning that I am just straight up not involved in any fandom stuff these days. It's just not for me anymore.

I will be retiring this blog in the new year, setting the whole dang thing to private and probably starting a new one with which to share some of my creative projects. I'll let y'all know about it before that happens.

I don't know, this is all kinda word vomit, I guess I just wanted to let all my old friends know that I'm still here and that I'm finally figuring myself out. I've got a lot to be proud of and grateful for and I've barely scratched the surface, so I'll leave off with some recent photos. Have a hot & sweaty 2024, you sexy things 😘

- Dee

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gentrychild · 10 months

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Hi hello Gentry! This is the parentheses apology ramble anon here to delve a little deeper into a thing you pointed out

You mentioned there was probably something else going on that caused the universal collapse, and 100% I agree on that. And am gonna make what is probably a deep cut to an old animated show that likely has nothing to do with it to sorta. Explain thoughts.

So, obviously the footage we get of everything falling apart isn't exactly clear (something that I hope we get to better) but the way things were happening didn't really seem quite like the normal glitching we'd see from dimensions crossing. Though it did remind me of something I'd seen a good while ago. (Probably not intentional and I'm just red stringing it but, digression)

See, there's a decently old show called Avengers Earth's Mightiest Heroes. It was on DisneyXD, really enjoyed it. And there was one story arc that centered around Kang the Conqueror. It started out in the future with everything all hunky dory and all that but then things started to go wrong. These huge distortions started appearing, consuming everything, people buildings you name it. Someone even gets caught in a distortion and then yanked out and is left unstable because of it. And we learn later that this is a butterfly effect from something that happened in the past.

And now, again, this is just out of left field grasping at strings stuff, but the distortion that took over the universe that Miguel jumped into looked a lot like what was shown in the show. And it's making me wonder if perhaps what happened was a *time* break, entirely unrelated to our guy being there. Which would again, tie into the idea of correlation and causation being conflated. Grief turning into self-loathing, and then projected as misplaced rage. (Which. Grief does funky things to you boy howdy)

Of course everyone who's from a different dimension didn't get affected by it because realistically they're anchored to an entirely different time stream (which is why the spideys were fine).

Anyway these are sort of half finished thoughts and theories, but what I really want to see is if that universe still exists physically and what shape it's in if so. So many questions and plot threads to play with

Sorry I took so long to answer, I didn't have the brain power.

I completely agree with you on the fact that it makes far more sense for a whole dimension collapsing because someone messed with the past, erasing people and a whole civillieation from the timeline, than because Miguel took the place of someone else. Especially as technically speaking, Miles took the place of Spiderman and nothing happened.

It's especially likely as the first movie showed that people brought by the collider don't appear at the same time, with Gwen appearing two weeks before the explosion.

#atsv spoilers #atsv asks

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thedo0zyslider · 11 months

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Trapped - 5k words

Jimmy is trapped in his jail cell, and has quite the unfun time.

Or: A more angsty reading of the stream Fwhip was fired on.

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When The Sheriff built the Tumble Town jail, he was not expecting to be the one locked inside it. It was quite ironic, an authority figure jailed like the criminals he swore to catch. Or maybe he was just like those people, deep down. But that wasn't the point, he was just like any other upstanding citizen. And it wasnt why he was locked behind bars. There wasn't even a reason, really. Jimmy’s fellow rulers thought it was quite funny to mess with him, and today that had apparently involved trapping him in the empire's jail.

It had started with only a few people coming over, not with the intent to tease him originally. Fwhip has stopped by for a visit first, saying something about the Gobland's prisoner and that he needed to be dealt with today. After they'd worked out the details of the agreement the two restored to friendly chatting as they walked through Tumble Town. Fwhip offered to donate some iron and anvils for Jimmy’s railroad, as he had collected plenty in the caves and would continue to find more. (Isn't it funny, the same iron that Fwhip offered Jimmy would later try to steal) If Jimmy was really in need of the ore Fwhip also said he could get the Sheriff in contact with False. The blonde had been meaning to meet the mysterious ruler of Cogsmeade. Though she seemed pretty skittish and Jimmy didn’t want to give a bad impression, so he'd avoided showing up at her empire randomly. Scott, her neighbor, said she was friendly enough when you got to know her. But Jimmy had been so busy in his own empire, and with Joel becoming a constant nuisance he hadn’t had the time to schedule a meeting with False.

As they were discussing this, Jimmy expressing gratitude over the offer and trying to work out a time to meet False, the flap of wings were heard overhead. The Sheriff and his deputy looked up to see Gem swooping down, butterfly wings shining in the bright sun of the mesa. She landed a few feet away, more graceful than most of them could, though natural wings were probably more reliable than elytra. Jimmy tipped his hat at his ally with a "Howdy!" while Fwhip ran over to Dawn's Princess, tail swishing in joy as he greeted her.

"Hi Gem!" Fwhip smiled his toothy smile, running around her legs like an excited dog. He acted like a dog a lot actually, now that Jimmy thought about it.

Gem laughed at the goblins' antics, folding her wings against her back. "I missed you too, Fwhip." The smaller beamed at that, jumping onto Jimmy’s shoulders when they reached where he was standing. The Sheriff paid no mind as Fwhip perched on his shoulder like some kind of bird. It wasn't an unusual sight, as Fwhip had begun doing it a few weeks into their partnership. It was one of his quirks. He might be the tallest goblin, standing at over four feet (which was apparently rare for his species) but he didn't weigh much, he was only the size of a human child after all. He didn't weigh much to Jimmy anyways, someone like Shelby might have a harder time supporting several pounds of extra weight on their shoulder for more than a few minutes.

"Jimmy, do you have some orange terracotta? I need some for roofs." Gem asked, only glancing at the other person now on his shoulder. "I can give you some honeycomb in return."

"Of course!" He responded, glad to do another trade deal. The Sheriff liked trading, it made him feel helpful. "Lemme go get it for you, doll." He added a bit of southern twang into his voice, winking with a tip of his cowboy hat. Gem fondly rolled her eyes at the nickname, it was one of the many he'd given her jokingly once. They’d ended up sticking and it was common to hear Gem be called things like "sweetheart" and "sugar" by her ally.

Fwhip's tail flicked in amusement, then he jumped down from Jimmy’s shoulder without a word, understanding the Sheriff probably wanted him off now. It wasn't that Jimmy couldn't carry him, he could. It was just a bit too much weight to carry on his shoulders sometimes, and it tended to leave him more exhausted than, say, carrying Fwhip bridal style. Not that he'd done that. The goblin wanted to talk to Gem anyway, since he ran to her side instantly.

His two friends chatted about something as they followed Jimmy to his storage room. The building was a work in progress, and took a while to find anything, but it would get better in time.

Jimmy found the orange terracotta within five minutes, which is faster than he'd found something the other day. Either the chests were becoming more organized or he was just getting good at shifting through the mess.

"Are you sure honeycomb is okay? I've given you that a lot recently." Gem asked once he returned with the terracotta, five stacks in his arms.

"It's fine Gem, really." Jimmy smiled, handing her the trade items. Gem returned his smile, beginning to shift through her inventory. After a few seconds of looking her brows furrowed. "Shoot!" Gem exclaimed.

"Did you forget to bring honeycomb?" Fwhip asked, snickering.

"Yes!" Gem sighed, earning a chuckle from The Sheriff.

"I'll be back." She said, spreading her monarch wings. Gem was quickly airborne again, flying back to her empire to retrieve her side of the trade. Jimmy knew it would be a quick trip, the flight to Tumble Town to Dawn and back only took about thirty minutes. It was also a sunny day, and Gem got more powerful in sunlight. The journey was bound to be a lot quicker today.

While they waited for Gem to return, another person saw it fit to visit.

The next visitor was more colorful, a man claiming he’d just wanted to see what his favorite sheriff was up to, and was totally unaware of the guests he had. Scott also said he was sick and sounded horrible, so he wouldn’t be chatting much. Jimmy was glad to hear that, thinking maybe his visit would be short; even if the man ended up lying out of his ass about the no talking part. Jimmy didn’t exactly believe Chromia’s ruler on, well, anything he’d said; but decided there was no harm in his friend staying for a while, having people over once in a while could be nice.

That was until Sausage showed up. Yep, having people over wasn’t nice anymore. The brunette had ruined the whole concept by just existing in Jimmy’s biome that day. Sausage seemed intent on staying too, flirting up a storm with Scott at his newly built saloon. Chromia’s ruler flirted right back of course, Scott being, well, Scott. Jimmy watched them from the entrance of the tavern, sighing internally. There went his afternoon meeting with False.

Gem arrived shortly after the other two’s entrance, finding the small group in the tavern. She gave the Sheriff what he was owed for the trade, before going to join the little conversation.

He was honestly getting a tad annoyed with his fellow rulers. He had plans today, and all the unexpected company was interrupting it. He was The Sheriff , he had responsibilities and a job to do, for Cod’s sake!

The only person to not annoy him was his deputy, his oh so wonderful deputy. Fwhip had been by Jimmy’s side the entire day, offering conversation to distract him from any annoyances plaguing his mind. He was quite grateful for the little goblin, who even tried to help with the railroad when Jimmy tried to work on it. They didn’t get far though, as his empire’s guests interrupted the work pretty quickly to tease them about whatever. The Sheriff didn’t know what they were saying, he was tuning them out a bit. Fwhip seemed to be doing the same, giving Sausage a very unimpressed look after a particular comment Sanctuary's ruler made. The blonde vaguely wondered why the little goblin seemed to be turning red.

Jimmy wished they didn't use elytra, so he could shove his friends through his nether portal and then break it. It would've gotten everyone but his deputy out of his hair. Hell if they didn't have elytra none of them would be here right now

He was barely functioning correctly a few hours later, a bit exhausted by the constant social interaction. Jimmy wanted to get somewhere today, so if the troublesome trio wouldn’t leave he’d just try to work around them.

He beckoned Fwhip over, and the goblin dismissed himself from the conversation immediately. His deputy followed him until they went behind the storage room, Jimmy taking his hat off once they were out of sight from the others. He always wore the hat, but it did get hot sometimes. As long as it didn't leave his person, Jimmy would be okay.

"Can you bring Oli here?" Jimmy asked, running a hand through his hair. Fwhip opened his mouth to protest, but stopped when he saw the face The Sheriff was making.

"Sheriff, are you okay?" A familiar gentleness seeped into Fwhip's tone, a small hand reaching for Jimmy’s. He let his deputy hold his hands in his, letting the action comfort him. The other's tail began to flick worriedly, throwing up small puffs of dust from the terracotta below.

Jimmy gave a weak smile. "Yeah, just wasn't expecting everyone today. Kinda ruins my plans." Fwhip's gaze became less concerned, his tail occasionally flicking across Jimmy’s lower leg. "I was kinda excited to meet False."

"There's always next time." His deputy reassured. Jimmy hummed in agreement. "So you want me to bring Oli over here, then I can bring him back to Gobland for..whatever his sentence will be?" The plan had originally been to see the Goblands prisoner in the cage he was currently being held in, and maybe bring him to Tumble Town if the crime called for it. They were supposed to be doing that now, but Jimmy couldn't exactly leave his empire with one other ruler visiting, and certainly not with more than that. It was impolite. Gem turning up was a surprise, but if the others hadn't shown up she'd have been gone right now. Yet here they are, with half of his fellow emperors parading around his town for god knows what reason.

Jimmy gave a small nod of agreement at his deputy's suggestion, the smaller beaming at this. "Alright, I can do that!" Fwhip smiled, relaxing Jimmy’s hands. His tail had a happier flicking to it now.

"Thank you." Jimmy’s smile widened. "Have I ever told you what a great deputy you are?"

Fwhip giggled, ears twitching in amusement. "Nope!"

"Well now I have!" The Sheriff began to walk back to the group, hat being placed atop his head once more. He straightened it as he watched Fwhip pull out some firework rockets, waving a curt goodbye to Sausage as he took off.

"What were you and Fwhip doing back there, hmmm Sheriff?" Scott asked when he rejoined the group. And dear god he did sound terrible, not that the Sheriff had had a real chance to hear him speak. They were stood off to the side a little ways, as Jimmy wasn't feeling very social at the moment.

"Talking." Jimmy responded simply, ignoring how his friends' multicolored eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Just talking, nothing else?" Scott smiled, nudging him. Jimmy flicked his stupid ferbora up, though the action held no real malice. Scott tipped his hat down with the same air of lightheartedness, and Jimmy let out a small huff as he fixed both of their hats.

"Such a gentleman, fixing the hat he messed up." Scott teased. "But you're avoiding my question, Jimothy."

"Yes, we were only talking, Scott." Jimmy said, with a roll of his eyes.

"Nothing else? Nothing at all?" Jimmy flushed at what Scott was implying, but chose to act like he didn't quite understand what the other man meant. "Nope, no idea what you're talking about." Scott clearly didn't believe him, if his smirk said anything.

"Sure, okay" Scott drew out the last word, turning his attention back to the group. Jimmy studied his friend for a second, seeing his gaze stayed fixed on Sausage despite Gem being there as well.

"You haven’t been doing anything with Sausage now have you?" Jimmy teased, smirking as the faintest blush spread across Scott's cheeks.

"Why would I be doing anything with Sausage?" Was the other man's smooth reply.

"Didn't you call him your Wood Daddy-"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Scott’s voice raised as he cut Jimmy off, earning a glance from the other two. Jimmy just snickered, Gem beckoning them over and Sausage loudly calling both their names.

"Well, we're clearly wanted elsewhere." The Sheriff tipped his hat upwards on his head.

"Then let's go see them, Sheriff." Scott was no longer visibly flustered, his voice becoming smooth once more. Chromia's ruler walked over, shouting a greeting at the group. Jimmy giggled to himself, following right behind Scott. Maybe this visit wouldn't be so bad

It did not take Fwhip long to return, his prisoner in tow. He introduced Oli to the group, though all of them but Scott had met the man before. He shoved the taller forward, Oli stumbling and almost falling to the ground. He gave an offended yell in response, the others giggling at the two’s antics.

Oli was quite the unique person, with an inclination for singing, Jimmy noted. Gem did catch him performing in her tavern and did call him a bard. Oli insisted he was not a bard, but no one really believed him. He certainly acted like some sort of performer, regardless of whatever he claimed to not be. Most people would be uncomfortable under all the attention he was currently under, with several almost complete strangers crowding around him, but Oli seemed to thrive in it. He made banter with the others easily, Sausage in particular. Jimmy knew the two had already met, but it seemed like the banter that you would share with an old friend, not some random weird guy that washed up on your empire's shore. Maybe that was one of the weird things about Oli, maybe he just had that effect on people. The Sheriff didn’t mind if he did though. The other man was a tad weird, but other than that he was lively and friendly. Jimmy liked him and was sure they could come to a reasonable agreement about his charges. Even if Oli spouted nonsense half the time he seemed like he'd be reasonable enough when it came down to it.

His clothes were torn, more torn than when Jimmy had last seen him. It was probably due a few more weeks in the cave. He knew Fwhip maybe hadn’t been treating the prisoner the best, and he felt a bit bad about not stepping in, but it was too late now. He just hoped he could make it up to Oli after the latter’s community service ended.

Everything seemed determined to go wrong that day, as the discussion with Oli was put on hold once more. Somehow Scott’s hat had been stolen and Jimmy, determined to do his duty as Sheriff, diligently tried to give it back. Chromia’s ruler, despite claiming he was ill and wanted to avoid much talking, thanked him all the while. Looking back on it later, Jimmy would realize just how much of a joke the whole thing felt like. How even his own deputy had joined in on humiliating him.

He wasn’t sure how the worst moment of his life happened, everything became a blur after that. Everything mixed together in his mind, and the one thing that stook out the most was a stolen badge and Fwhip blabbering something about a promotion. He wasn’t getting one, that wasn’t planned. So that had to have been just a joke right? He didn’t really steal the badge did he? Well… whatever, it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t even be considered for a promotion anymore.

The Sheriff had ended up trapped in his own jail cell, the memory too fuzzy and the moment too full of chaos for him to remember how. He thinks he may have been trying to usher everyone from the building, and they’d turned the tables on him instead. His threats, his promises , of firing his goblin deputy were met with only laughter, because this was supposed to be a joke . He wasn’t actually serious, that was ridiculous of course!

It wasn’t a joke to the Sheriff, not when he’d been struggling to get free for over five minutes. When the obsidian walls started to close in around the edges of his vision. When he was killed and respawned, trapped again, for at least the sixth time, it was no longer a joke. They’d put him in a bloody death loop and thought it was funny .

Memories started to replay in his head, of the last time he’d been trapped like this. It hadn’t happened too long ago, but wasn’t in this lifetime. He was in a box of cobblestone instead of obsidian, a box much smaller than his current one and soft grass instead of wood underneath his feet. He could tell he had wings, because they were taking up too much space, space he desperately needed. The outfit was similar to his current Sheriff’s one, though now he wore a blue bandana; a nice one at that. It looked as if it had been crafted by loving hands.

The people who had trapped him would momentarily break the top block of his cell to jaunt and tease him, ignoring any cry to be freed; no matter how desperate it was. Jimmy could not see their faces, for the memory was fuzzy and fleeting, but he could recognize the striking blue of Scott’s hair. The brown haired woman looked familiar, like the woman Sausage worshiped, while the blonde man and the redheaded zombie only bright him the vaguest sense of knowing. His only comfort in this memory was that they couldn;t kill him, the only thing that could be done was keep in the small space. Killing him there was irreversible, and would take another person with him.

He could feel that other person’s heart beating in tandem with his, and the worry coursing through them. Soulmate . That was his soulmate. Jimmy knew the information almost instinctively, and wished whoever the person was would be here in the present. They saved him in the memory, but weren’t there in the present. He wasn’t there to save him when the obsidian turned to cobblestone in his mind, and the Sheriff’s breathing began to pick up. No one was there to save him when SolidarityGaming was slain by fWhip began to repeat endlessly in chat.

Jimmy scrambled back to his feet upon his next respawn, determined to end this. He was the Sheriff, he was respected and didn’t show weakness . He wasn’t hyperventilating over a prank, he wasn’t having a panic attack over a stupid memory. Dodging arrows, he ended the five emperor's little game by breaking the jail cell’s bed. They couldn’t put him in a death loop if he couldn’t respawn.

He stumbled out of the building to the slightly disappointed chatter of his friends. Their faces weren’t clear to him, just blobs of color as he regained his composure slowly. Scott gave him his items back suspiciously quickly and he hoped the other didn’t see the beginnings of tears Jimmy blinked away.

The Sheriff roughly snatched his hat off of Fwhip’s head, finding that the little goblin had fled to the railroad once more. The other shrunk beneath his stern, disapproving gaze, and Jimmy felt a small bit of satisfaction bubble up inside him at the action.

“I’m really disappointed.” He said, not paying any mind to the crowd of so-called friends that formed around them. Sausage’s exclamation of surprise was distant to the blonde’s ears. “I’m very, very, disappointed in you,” The Sheriff saw it, how the light died from Fwhip’s eyes as he stood in front of him. It was very subtle, the goblins body language, and one would only pick up on it if they were close with the small king. “You’re fired.” Jimmy almost growled.

Fwhip’s body language became less subtle at those words, and regret mixed with shock started pouring into his pretty blue eyes. His tail dropped to the floor, no longer flicking idly behind him, and his big ears started to droop as well. The Sheriff opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off by Sausage.

“You two should kiss!” Sanctuary’s protector called. The other four around him made words of agreement, all that fell on the blonde’s deaf ears.

“What?”

Before he could process what was happening Jimmy felt himself be tugged down slightly and the press of lips against his own. Fwhip kissed him quickly, sweetly, and the Sheriff desperately wished he could say it was bad. He wished it didn’t make his pulse quicken and his cheeks flush. Under any other circumstance, Jimmy would’ve dared to lean into it and kiss his deputy back. Fwhip pulled away just as quickly as he’d pulled the Sheriff downwards, and Jimmy’s lips felt like ash. Part of him wished it had tasted sweeter.

"What did you just do?" Jimmy exclaimed, staring at Fwhip. The goblin said nothing, just looked at him. It was a sad look, one a kicked puppy might have. He shoved down how painful it was too see Fwhip like that. It wasn't painful it was pathetic, that he had the gall to look sad after…..what just happened. "What did you just do? "

"He kissed you!" Sausage helpfully chimed in, and all the love Jimmy held for that man momentarily vanished. He bit back a response of "No shit" and resisted the urge to punch Sausage. He loved that man, but his giggles and joyful demeanor were out of place for the turmoil occurring inside the Sheriff, and Fwhip took from the looks of it. The Goblin still had those kicked puppy dog eyes.

He caught a small concerned look from Scott, the man was always a little too intune to people's emotions. (Maybe an upset Jimmy was a familiar sight to Scott deep down. No matter how hard Jimmy tried to hide his feelings. Maybe he’d been able to read Jimmy like a book once upon a time, maybe they'd been something.)

Other than Chromia's ruler everyone had joyful expressions still, they still laughed. It fully dawned on the Sheriff then, what was happening. Almost everyone in front of him thought it was a joke, they thought the cage had been a joke. He was always the joke, the punching bag, wasn’t he? In every life he lived he was the one who was teased and outright bullied until people got bored, or a war started or something. The Sheriff couldn’t remember past lives clearly, but he knew regardless, the teasing felt all too familiar not to know. And Jimmy never broke, he never did. He always held his head high and pushed forward.

(Though the Sheriff didn't know it yet, one day in this life he wouldn't be able to push forward anymore. He would finally reach a breaking point.)

He'd always been a plaything in a sense to some people, long before he'd been called a toy by that nuisance of a God. A toy. In every life he was nothing but a toy to pick on until it wasn’t funny anymore. (But Joel hadn't thought of him like that once, but now he did. Maybe that was why Jimmy’s soul ached so much when the God continued his Toy Sheriff jokes)

One more look at Fwhip and Jimmy knew he had to leave, especially because the goblin was masking his inner torture with a smile. "I kissed the Sheriff!" Fwhip giggled. He was hurt as well, they'd hurt each other and Fwhip still treated it as a joke. (It was always Fwhip, in every lifetime they shared. His deputy, wasn't that funny? Wasn't that cruel?)

Jimmy had to leave. He couldn't stay in this mesa right now, he couldn't stay in his own town right now. And he had an excuse to leave as well. The one good thing the universe had granted him today, or maybe ever. The blonde wouldn't know, he couldn't remember. He wished he could.

He had to keep his voice from wavering when he spoke again, he was The Sheriff. The Sheriff was respected, he didn’t let things like this get to him. "Come on Oli, we're leaving." Jimmy turned abruptly without a word to the others, walking down his half finished railroad track. He heard no footsteps following him, only small laughs from his friends. "Oli, we're leaving." He repeated, a bit harsher this time. The other man was at his side within seconds. He didn’t even have a funny quip to say as he walked along The Sheriff, taking a small look over his shoulder. Jimmy didn’t see the look Oli had, he hoped it wasn’t one of joy. (It wasn’t)

In the darkness of the train tunnel Oli grabbed his hand. It was surprising, but Jimmy didn’t protest. Oli gave it a comforting squeeze. It was like he had known the Sheriff for a long time, the touch having the comfort only an old friend could give. Which didn’t make sense, they’d only met once, they weren't friends. But Jimmy didn’t care right now, maybe Oli just had that effect on people. After a moment Jimmy intertwined his fingers with Oli's, a short Thank You, I need that and Everything Hurts . The Sheriff didn’t want to let go. For once in his life he wanted to lean on someone, physically and metaphorically.

They let go when they heard the sound of Fwhip’s footsteps behind them. No more ideas needed to be spread after…what just happened with the Gobland ruler.

The trio made their way to Gobland in silence. It was rare for Oli to be quiet, but hey, at least he could read a room. Jimmy would give him that. He didn’t mind how Oli hovered at his side the whole journey, avoiding Fwhip like the plague. Oli let their arms occasionally brush, his way of giving comfort at the moment, and Jimmy didn’t mind at all, he damn near leaned into it. Fwhip took the lead at one point during the journey, not even glancing at Jimmy. He didn't care that his dep-ex deputy- wouldn't look at him. It didn't hurt at all, everything was fine. (Maybe if he said everything was fine, if he played pretend, then it would be.)

It would be fine. He would sort everything out at Gobland, like originally planned, then he would go home and try to forget this day ever happened. ( But the universe never let him forget, and it had proven just as much earlier.)

His stay in the cave empire was abrupt and far shorter than it normally used to be. Oli was indebted to eighty diamonds for his thievery from Gobland, and Fwhip could add interest to it when he so pleased. When the debt was paid off Oli’s crime would be acquitted, and besides that he was free to do whatever. The Sheriff had chosen something quickly, something likely to satisfy both parties. Fwhip and his proinser were almost as silent as he was, and the former didn’t even wish the Sheriff goodbye as he walked out the door.

Oli walked with him until the two left the goblin empire, their hands intertwined again and Jimmy squeezing back tighter than he had before. The man muttered something about setting up on a beach next to Gem, before parting ways. The Sheriff walked home slowly, forgetting about his elytra. His thoughts were scrambled, and he barely noticed the sun moving above his head

When Jimmy returned home it was dusk, the sun setting. He couldn't see the sunset from the fishbowl Tumble Town was located in, but he could see how the sky turned purple. The color seemed fitting, more so with the dark blue hues mixing into the sunset as the yellow, brighter and happier ones died out and the stars started to shine. Sadness and indifference is what these colors represented, and it was what Jimmy felt. Well, somewhat. He wasn't really sad, he just felt a numbness all over. It wasn't a good one either, it was the numbness you felt when you'd taken all you could take. The numbness that came with the bone deep tiredness Jimmy felt running through his veins.

His friends had left already, and it had been a few hours ago at best. Most footprints or other evidence that a small crowd had gathered was gone. The wind had blown sand and dust over them, a normal occurrence in the mesa, and now only vague imprints remained on the ground. It had been midday when Fwhip arrived, so the whole debacle had regrettably taken up his whole afternoon.

He would later learn that Scott was the one who shooed their fellow emperors home, not long after Jimmy had left. He felt grateful for Scott when he did. The man was a thief and a lawbreaker, but when it really came down to it he knew when to hit the breaks.

But for now Jimmy didn’t know that, nor did he care how they had left. He just hoped he could muster the energy to face them when they inevitably met again later in the week.

The town was now fading into its night time calm, its few citizens already having retired to their houses for the night. Jimmy ignored how he thought more of them were probably going to leave after today, thinking that his empire couldn't stand up for itself. He walked back to his house in silence, the only sounds were the faint snorts and neighs of stable horses and the crunching of his boots against the ground. He hoped his people were inside, not wanting to be seen like this .

Jimmy shut the door to his home with a loud slam, a noise that probably the whole town could hear. He could care less though, especially if more people were going to be gone by morning anyways.

Two feline figures appeared from the darkness, as Jimmy wasn't even bothering to turn on a light. The biggest cat, Norman, gave a plaintive meow while the smaller one pawed at the food bowls.

"Alright, alright." Jimmy mumbled fondly, hanging his hat in its usual place. He walked over to where the cat food was stored, picking up the littlest one as he went. Flick gave a few mrrows of protest but seemed content when his owner scratched behind his ears. Norman followed the two, footsteps sounding against the wooden floor.

He deposited Flick on the counter, reaching into an upper cabinet to retrieve their dry food. It had been moved up there after the two troublemakers opened a bottom cabinet and eaten almost the whole bag. Norman rubbed against his legs, purr filling the air.

Their food bowls were filled less than a minute later, both cats now munching down on their dinner. Jimmy felt bad about getting home to them late, but he couldn’t have helped it.

The cats were left to their own devices as Jimmy walked down the small hallway into his bedroom. He threw his sheriff badge on the nightstand with a loud clank , watching it as the metal gleamed in the moonlight streaming in from his window.

Jimmy sat down on his bed with a sigh, removing the blue bandanna he wore around his neck. Blue. He thought over the color, the piece of cloth now resting in his hands. He'd had a blue bandana then as well, in that stone hole. He wondered if his soulmate had had one as well. He wondered if the color had complimented his, if it had been orange. No, orange would look stupid. It would've been red. His soulmate wore a red bandanna, and his was blue.

The Sheriff sighed, deciding to stop thinking about bandannas and soulmates. It was bringing faint memories to the surface, and his already wrecked brain didn’t have the energy to decipher them. His head was beginning to throb with the start of a headache. But just because you wanted to stop thinking didn’t mean your brain would let you, it almost never worked like that.

He fell into a fitful sleep replaying the day's events in his head, which almost sent him into a panic at several points. Norman and Flick were always there though, their presence bringing him much needed comfort. It was hard for Jimmy to stay panicked with a sleeping cat at his side.

He might’ve dreamed of the life he led before, but he couldn't remember. Jimmy’s dreams alway seemed to be important but he never remembered them for more than a few minutes. Dreams were not something to be remembered, and for once Jimmy was glad. He wanted to put everything behind him for a little bit. Everything was going to be fine, it had to be, so he should start acting like it and stop dwelling on silly memories. He was the Sheriff, he had respect to earn and a job to do.

Jimmy stepped out of his house the next morning, tired still. This time it was from lack of sleep and not mental anguish. But he wasn’t dwelling on that anymore, no, he had work to do today. He had a railroad to finish. Yet before he’d even set sight upon his beloved down he’d pulled an old piece of cloth out of a bottom drawer, an item he hadn’t even known he had. A blue bandana was now tied around his neck, covering the collar of his shirt and vest.

As the Sheriff looked at his town, at the empty plots that had not yet been filled, he decided one of them would have a ranch.

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