#a Drabble

[captain-mj]

Vampire priest Soap who tries to hide his affliction from his parish and has to feed off Ghost, the only person in their small town that knows. Ghost had to convince him to let him help because he didn’t want Soap getting hungry and hurting anyone.

Soap keeps waiting for the threats. The blackmail. Anything. Instead he finds himself surprisingly well taken care. He feels guilty crawling back to his church at night. Feels disgusting. He’s using Ghost and he barely manages to thank him most nights.

Ghost never stops him when he gets too eager, never scolds him. The only time he ever pushed him away was the same night he blacked out.

Soap finds himself wanting more. At first he thinks his appetite has grown but no, he wants Ghost’s attention which is a lot scarier.

#a drabble #dont feel like writing something longer #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare ii #johnny soap mactavish #cod mw2 #cod #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap

[tmntxthings]

∑一 Do You Realize?・゜・。

author’s notes: idk what to say & also idk what i wrote, i was floating during this XD but we post anyhow

warnings: fluff, slice of life, flirt, cursing? unedited asf, suggestive perhaps??? if you squint?? or maybe like peanut butter a lot???

song: “ Do You Realize?? by The Flaming Lips ”

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Michelangelo was quiet as he ate his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Though it was more peanut butter than jelly. Which really may have been even more disturbing than the silence. Who in their right mind liked the way it got stuck in the roof of their mouth?

“…”

You munched on your own sandwich. A proportionate amount of pb and j on either bread slice. After swallowing you decided to speak up.

“What?”

His response was immediate after a blink or two.

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Yeah but I know you’ve got something to say,”

He goes back to that odd quietness again. His fingers squeezing onto the sandwich too tightly. Peanut butter getting all over his hands. Well. Even more so than before. Truthfully he had been sticking his fingers in the jar to eat it raw earlier.

“…it’s weird.”

A teasing tone came from your voice as you nudged your shoulder with his.

“Can’t be weirder than eating peanut butter with your fingers.”

“Hey!” An offended lilt heard from Mikey. But it couldn’t be helped!

“Just kidding..” “Mostly..” You offered as a compromise. His head tilted from side to side, seeming to let it go in favor of the initial conversation.

“Well, I was just thinking about how we’re all gonna die one day.” Now you hadn’t been expecting that. Not at all. Mikey had his weird quips. But this was darker than most! You wondered if his favorite pizza place had been demolished again offhandedly before saying the first word that came to your mind.

“Oh?” But it didn’t stop there!

“And that, I’d just hope you’d be around when it happens for me.”

Now that was just too much. It was sad. It was sweet. It was all wrapped up in emotions that had you looking Mikey in the eyes, pb fingers and all and giving him a small smile.

“Damn..” Again you were at a lack of words here. You wished you could say more. In fact you should’ve just said, ‘same’ or ‘me too Mikey’ or anything other than something so meaningless.

“Yeah, weird right?” He didn’t seem put off by your lack of response. His eyes had met yours, returning the smile before looking back down at his food. Taking another bite.

“A little, but not the strangest thing ever.” Which was true. You had to endure Leo after all. And he said random shit all the time. Though not as philosophical. Maybe Donnie would be closer to this category.

“Also!” Mikey spoke up around his bite.

“Oh there’s more?” You pop the last bite into your mouth. Dusting off the crumbs on your fingers on the paper plate below. Reaching for the bottle of water that had sat untouched since the two of you had sat down for the midnight snack.

“Yeah! I was also thinking about how life goes by super fast, and all the good moments too, it’s the bad ones that tend to drag out. I just wonder why that is.” This was longer, and even more confusing than the first.

“Hmm” Your eyebrows went together, thinking of what to say. Holding off for longer than before. But your mind was still blank. The thoughts weren’t weird, in fact you felt they were true. But..“I couldn’t even begin to try and pretend that I know the answer,”

“Yeah,” Mikey sighed in agreement. It was something he couldn’t answer too.

“And another thing!”

It seemed Mikey was on a roll tonight. You propped your elbow up on the table. Letting your hand cup your cheek as you leaned into it. Pushing the paper plate away from underneath you. “Mhm?” You listened intently. Well you thought you had been. Because you got some words but not the others as you watched his eyes rather than his lips.

You caught words like, “face” “happiness” “realize” It all didn’t really make much sense. But his eyes, the way they lighted up as you paid attention. It was so endearing. Unlike the rest of him that was green and orange, and okay he had splashes of other colors with his stickers too. But his eyes. They held a mixture of such a striking red and a mellow amber. It was far from anything you had ever seen, much like the turtle himself. Entrancing.

“You didn’t hear a word I just said did you?” He mused. And you were caught red handed as you sheepishly tried to play it off, listing the words you did catch with a bit of embarrassment. “Well that just won’t do, listen close okay?” Mikey said and his hands went up as if to cup your face, but he still had peanut butter covering them so instead you held onto his wrists, nodding in confirmation.

“Do you realize that you have the most beautiful smile? The one when your especially happy?” You squeezed his wrists, giving him a rueful expression. Was he being serious? Of course he was! He was smiling at your bashfulness, but nothing in his stare said he was playing you. “Thanks for enlightening me,” you say, though the blush can’t be helped.

“Your welcome!” And he had the audacity to wink as he took one peanut butter covered finger and stuck it in his mouth. You blinked. How could he go from borderline flirting to— to?!? Whatever he was doing now??? Eating obliviously?? It was times like these where you wondered. The lower half of your face hidden behind a hand pressed against your mouth. Trying to cover that embarrassingly bright blush. You wondered if Mikey actually did know what he was doing, and he was just a damn good actor at pretending not to know.

As you recomposed yourself, lost in thoughts like those. You didn’t pay any mind to Mikey turning slightly to the side and winking at no one in particular.

Yeah he knew. And yeah he does it on purpose.

;D

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#rise michelangelo x reader #michelangelo x you #rise michelangelo #rise michelangelo x you #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt michelangelo x reader #tmnt fandom #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles michelangelo #mikey x reader #rise mikey #mikey tmnt #mikey x y/n #mikey x you #rise mikey x reader #rottmnt mikey #mikey #turtle bros #michelangelo #michelangelo hamato #rottmnt drabble #short fiction #tmnt fluff #tmnt drabble #drabble #a drabble #Spotify

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Lies

Summary: You trusted him because you loved him. You shouldn't have.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem. reader

wordcount: idk under 1k (?) I wrote this on my phone

Rating: M

Warnings: infidelity, angst like woah, unplanned pregnancies, unedited

A/N: a very angsty drabble because angst is all I think about lately

"I should have never trusted you," your voice was not more than a whisper but to Frankie it felt like you were screaming at the top of your lungs. You two were the only ones left at the table in the crowded bar, yet all he could see hear was you.

He didn't plan this. He didn't know she wanted to surprise him here tonight. Frankie had planned to tell you. Tomorrow, when he would be coming over to help you fix your car.

He never planned to lie to you. To use you.

He never planned to fall in love with you.

He never planned to stay with his wife, but he only learned days ago that she was pregnant. The one time he had sex with his wife in the last six months was after Santi's birthday almost two months ago and apparently it was all it took.

The divorce papers lay unsigned in his desk at work.

He knew he would break your heart. He knew he would break his heart.

But he had to do the right thing. And... he loved his wife. In some way.

You couldn't bear to look at him. You did not want to.

Did he even speak one truthful word to you in these past weeks? Months? You had been in shock when she walked in, sitting down in his lap, kissing him with a "did you miss me?" mumbled against his lips, turning your head away before you would see them kiss.

You felt betrayed. Jealous. Hurt. The only thing in that moment grounding you Will's hand holding yours under the table.

He knew. You had told him. About everything.

"Baby, please..." you heard him begin to speak but you shook your head with a sad smile on your lips. You looked over to where all of your friends and her were playing pool, catching Will's gaze for a moment before you finally looked up at Frankie.

"You lied to me. You told me that you loved me. That you had been unhappy for a while. That the thought of seeing me was the only reason you could get out of bed in the morning. You told me that you were getting divorced. That you didn't love her. Shit you basically lived with me," you spoke calmly, fighting against the tears that threatened to fall.

"You knew I was married," he said and you huffed, reaching for your purse to grab your wallet and get some money, throwing it on the table.

"Yeah. I guess I did. So it's my fault, of course. For believing your lies. For finally thinking the universe would grant me to be loved back by the only man I've ever really been in love with. Why me? Because you felt bored? Did you tell everyone how you were fucking the stupid love sick cousin of the Miller brothers without your wife finding out about it? Do you think I enjoyed being the other woman?"

Frankie had the nerve to shush you.

"Fuck you Frankie. You showed me the fucking divorce papers. And like the fool I am I believed you," you laughed in disbelief over your own stupidity. You remembered that night. Every single moment. It was the night you let him into your bed. It was the night you let him claim your body for the first of many many times.

"All of this effort and for what? So you could finally fuck me?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head, getting up from your seat. You turned your head, seeing Will slowly walk towards you.

You took a deep breath, before you took a step towards Frankie, reaching into your purse before you set a piece of paper down in front of him.

"Congratulations. You impregnated the woman you had been cheating with" you said, hearing him exhale as his eyes found the sonogram picture you pushed towards him, before he looked up at you again with wide eyes.

"Shame that you will never get to be a father to my baby," you hissed, before you turned away from him. Frankie said your name, grabbing your wrist but you pulled away.

"Do not touch me ever again," you warned him, your eyes cold. You saw him gulp, his hand lowering, before his eyes shifted, finding something someone behind you, his hand reaching out, grabbing the sonogram to put it into his pants pocket.

"Did you see? I won!" his wife walked pass you, right to his side, her arm wrapping behind his back as she kissed him.

You were pretty sure the world could hear your heart breaking.

"Ready to get out of here?" Will asked, his hand on your shoulder. You nodded.

"Already?" Santi came back pouting and you nodded.

"Early day at work," you lied with a fake smile, before you took one last look at Frankie.

You couldn't believe that he could be so cruel.

Yes, you had known he was married. Yes, you started this affair, fully knowing that he wasn't technically divorced yet. But he made it sound like it was only a formality. And you believed him, because you trusted him.

The guilt you had felt these last months towards his wife had only been bearable because at the end of the day it was Frankie who came home to you. Who held you. Who kissed you. Who told you that he loved you.

Because he was separated.

Because he loved you.

Or so you thought.

You walked out of the bar without a second glance at him.

It was only when you were sitting on the passengers seat of Will's truck that you allowed yourself to break down.

#my fic #a drabble #Frankie Morales x fem. reader #Frankie morales #Pedro pascal #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic

[creelmalfoylaufeyson69]

Imagine falling asleep in his arms on the Tardis’ couch *A Drabble*

Warnings: Fluff and semi violence

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Y/n had sat down next to the Doctor on the blue sofa with tears leaving her eyes

It was only cause she was really stressed out from the last place they went too

Y/n had almost died, but luckily the Doctor had saved her on time, but it still traumatized her

A meteor had almost hit her just being a couple of inches from her, but the Tardis started to surround her before it could

The Doctor had teleported her inside of the Tardis so she didn’t die

With a stunned look, Y/n headed off to her room to not speak about what just happened

The Doctor had tried to talk to her before now, but she wouldn’t allow him too since she didn’t feel like talking about it quite yet

Of course she actually didn’t need to talk about, but she needed comfort from that now

“I need a hug” she starts as she faces him

The Doctor looks at her and shook his head and then gave her a hug

She was sobbing in his chest and he was rubbing her back too

“Do you want to go home? Cause I could take you back-“ he asked her which makes her even more sad

Y/n didn’t want to leave because of almost dying

She knew the Doctor would just save her or bring her back home since he knew what was best for him and her (despite it hurting more being separated)

“No” she cries out into his chest which he understood perfectly

He felt relieved that she didn’t want to leave quite yet, but he also felt bad since she did almost die

But he saved her….

But what if he couldn’t one day?

These thoughts had soon got interrupted once he heard her quietly snoring

She had cried herself to sleep

The Doctor smiles a bit and lifts her up and brought her to her room

Once in her room, he places her down in her bed and tucked her in

He was about to leave her room, but while he stood in front of the door, he looks back at her

The Doctor was so worried about her right now, but after going into her mind to see what she was dreaming about made him blush

They were going on a date in 2030 Paris in her dream

He knew where to bring her once she was awake now

The door shuts leaving the Doctor at the other end of it with a big smile now

He was excited to tell her where they were off too when she wakes up

#tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor imagine #a drabble #doctor who fanfiction #Doctor who #tenth doctor x y/n #tenth doctor x you #David Tennant #y/n insert

[captainbogwitch]

(not actually an) Excerpt

The straps of his tunic refuse to sit right, his bangs are too fluffy, damn this mid-summer humidity, and he unties and reties his ponytail a million times, unsure of if he’d rather have his hair up or down. Someone laughs and walks up behind him, nuzzling into his hair.

“You look fine, my dear,” Sidon whispers. “The pup won’t even remember this day, and their mothers have seen you in worse states.”

“But I’ll remember! What if its tiny hand gets caught on my belt buckle? What if it tries to hug me and something sharp, I didn’t notice pokes its eye out! I can’t risk it.” He turns around and groans into his husband’s chest. “Also, we call them babies, love, not pups.” Smiling, he stands on his tiptoes, plants a kiss on his shoulder.

“Pup, baby, it carries the same meaning! In any case, you know Riju is quicker than the both of us and will not hesitate to harm you to keep her and Zelda’s pu—baby safe.” Link leans into the reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“What would I do without you, Sidon?”

“Worry yourself to death over things you cannot control, and somehow set a fire to solve your nonexistent problem.” He laughs, “Now, come! Let us finally meet little Mipha.” With a grin Link lifts his foot, walking beside his prince towards an open door.

#a drabble #or is it #jkjkjk it is #this isn't going to turn into anything promise #I PROMISE #sidlink #sidlink fic #sidlink drabble #linkxsidon #my writing

[dcbbw]

Cocktail

This is just a thought that was in my brain, and I finally decided to write it out. It’s not even a full fic; at under 700 words, drabble is the only way to describe it. Not sure if it’s part of an existing AU or something new; for now, it just is.

If you read this, THANK YOU. Your likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated more than you realize. Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Editor rates this 100% error-free.

Contains my version of PB characters

Song Inspo: 4am, soft siren/CASHFORGOLD/Sidewalks and Skeletons

Word Count: 635

Riley Brooks poured herself a cocktail. It was 6:30 am, far too early for alcohol but she justified her actions by telling herself that the orange juice made it breakfast. Besides, day drinking was a thing now. As she mixed her ingredients together, she reflected on how every major milestone of her Cordonian adventure had been punctuated by a drink.

The night of the Coronation, when she returned to Ramsford with her mind and soul filled with confusion and hurt, Maxwell had brought her a whiskey sour filled with cherries and garnished with wedges of lemon and lime. A boozy fruit salad. The sweetness of the cherries blended with the tartness of the citrus to soothe the burn of the sour mash and numb her heart.

The night in France during the Engagement Tour when Drake took her to the billiards hall. He suggested drinks and that she have a mojito: a blend of sweet and minty muddled to allow each ingredient to assault her tastebuds with every swallow. But Riley neither needed nor wanted muddled. Her emotions were enough of a mess. Liam’s words were a complete contradiction to his actions. No, Riley Brooks needed straightforward and blunt. She chose a whiskey neat. And felt the need for another one after Drake leaned her over the pool table, his hardness pressing invitingly through the denim of his jeans and into her ass cleavage.

Sitting along the darkened banks of the Siene River, enjoying rustic bread and aged cheeses with Liam as he waxed poetically about their future, even though the chances of finding Tariq were growing slimmer with each moment that passed. Riley drank deeply of the French red wine, letting it warm her insides and wrap her in a hazy comfort. Perhaps she and Liam weren’t meant for open daylight; maybe he wasn’t protecting his father for the most fucked-up fuckery she had ever been subjected to. Just maybe, Liam was protecting her and their love, keeping them tucked under the cover of night and away from prying eyes and wagging tongues.

The sloe gin fizz the night of the wedding party had tasted of bittersweet victory. Her name had finally been cleared to Cordonia’s satisfaction, but the disingenuity and boot licking towards her by the nobility and elite merely because their King had ordered it, made the victory a hollow one. They were only sorry to be wrong in their assumptions and gossip, which made them dislike and mistrust her even further. 

There was no liquor at the Statue of Liberty the night of the proposal; Riley chose to make her coffee Irish at breakfast the following morning. She knew her answer would hurt people; the announcement before the meal was served confirmed it. While her intended grinned broadly and gushed eagerly over her, Riley sipped the strong beverage, avoiding gazes and offering a wan smile when she did catch someone’s eye.

On her wedding night, tepid champagne sat in a bucket filled with melted ice. The bubbles that had fizzed and hissed in their flutes when she and her husband toasted each other were now flat. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breathing labored as the bride and groom lay in each other’s arms, whispering promises and sweet nothings to each other.

The sparkling cider when she told her husband they were pregnant; with a loud yell of happiness, he had picked her up and swung her around, prompting her to throw up all over his shirt and the carpet.

And now this morning, vodka and orange juice. A screwdriver. She needed the sharpness of the vodka to strengthen her resolve and solidify her courage. The orange juice would make her tears not as bitter and her words sweeter. Not that it would make a difference. 

Because five years, two children, and a trail of lies, failures, and broken promises later, today Riley Brooks was going to ask her husband for a divorce and sole custody of their children.

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#dcbbw writes #a drabble #Riley Brooks x ?? #trh fanfiction #writeblr #writer on tumblr

[honorarybuckley]

eddie knows you’re not supposed to stare directly at the sun, but he has never had trouble looking at buck.

not until now.

not until buck died and took a part of eddie with him to the dark, cold underworld.

now he can’t look.

can’t bare to see his light dimmed, cast in eternal shadow.

he doesn’t know what he would find.

would buck even be there?

so like orpheus before him, he doesn’t dare turn to see.

instead he looks down and waits for buck to come back to him.

waits and prays for the sun to shine again.

#a drabble #(​like a legit drabble) #evan buckley #eddie diaz #two guys one soul #buddie #911 #911 fox #fanfic #mine

[wtfuckevenknows]

21 <3

Thanks for the prompt, managed to make it an actual drabble this time around 😬

21: A kiss on a place of insecurity.

They were cuddled up in bed, back home at the townhouse. After 24 hours of observation, TK had been released into Carlos' care.  

As the symptoms of TK’s concussion lessened, Carlos eventually told him about his horrible, no good day and how it was connected to TK’s kidnapping.

He had also relayed the conversation he had with his father about his instincts, and what Owen had said to him at the fire station. 

TK vehemently agreed with his dad, claiming “Your heart is made of gold, baby,” before pressing a tender, loving kiss right above the heart in Carlos' chest.

You can find the other prompt fills here or on ao3.

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

#I'm apparently on a roll #now if only I would work on my actual wips 😂 #thanks for the ask! #a drabble #me? writing? what a concept #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #kiss prompts

[celenawrites]

why the hell is the Gazfest fic 1.8k long????

#it was supposed to be a drabble y'all 😭 #a drabble #FOR FUCK'S SAKE #why do i prolong my own misery??? #i also have another gaz fic to write #bruhhhhhh #celena.rambles

[friedchickenlover01]

Correct me if im wrong or idk if this had been revealed yet ( i only watched the anime )

But with Mahito’s ability to change his and other’s form to whatever. And how cursed spirits or i forgot what they were called, is made by negative energy or feelings. I think Mahito is mainly made out of body dysmorphia or something in that general area. Or like people who are transgender, etc.

Since more and more young people have been influenced by the toxic beauty standards, comparing themselves, and cyber bulling by the media in the modern world. (And i imagine that Mahito has not been around as long as the other curses.) It only makes sense for a type of cursed spirit be created by this.

Idk if someone already wrote this or something, but this has always been in my mind and i’ve been wondering about it near a year now. I always just thought of this before i go to bed and forget it about.

I really dont know about this and can someone shed some light on this for me?

#friedchickenlover01 #duck… #nandoslover028 #godduckcult #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk imagines #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk mahito #mahito #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #anime #a drabble

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Confession of a fanfic reader

By now, you are too many to name, too numerous to tag, too important to forget...

So, this goes out to my friends, to my idols, to the people who reply to comments in great detail, and to those...who don't...

Dear author,

When I say, “I want to kiss you on the mouth”, it’s not sexual.

What I mean is…

I want to consume your words.

I want to drink them from your lips like dew from a flower petal.

I want to scrape them from your gritted teeth.

I want to breathe them into my body, make them a part of me, and carry them within my heart forevermore.

My eyes are so small a part of my body that the rest of it rebels in helpless longing.

I kiss you for your words, and that is love too.

Thank you for being utterly fantastic!

I love y'all...

#og post #writing #a love confession #a drabble #a thank you #IDNMT is overwhelmed with emotion

[tmntxthings]

Chance. Fate. Destiny.

It’s all stupidity. Even the lottery can be rigged. That isn’t up to chance nor luck. But you know what is?

Your family. That’s all out of your hands. All luck of the draw really. And while a lot of kids go without any parents at all. Sometimes I wonder if that kind of battle is better than the one I face with my father.

He’s a man that I can’t understand. And not for a lack of trying. I’ve tried to understand. Tried to ask what was wrong. What was going on. What had happened to him. But he wasn’t the type to lean on others. It was almost like we weren’t really family at all. Or if he had never really trusted the one he came from. So it bled into the one he founded.

The one I’m not so sure he wanted.

Thoughts like these make me question if it would be better if I was just on my own. Without one. Because with one. With a dad. I want his validation. I want his attention. I want his praise.

Approval.

It’s something I crave even when I know he probably won’t come out of his room today. That I probably won’t see him til next week. And even if we cross paths in this house, he most likely won’t even talk to me.

He’ll have this glazed look over his eyes. As if he doesn’t really see anyone, or anything in this sewer. Like it’s all some dream. Like it’s a false reality, one he doesn’t want to believe.

Hope.

That’s the one thing that continues to stick in my side. A bloody thorn. One that can’t heal, it won’t scab over. Just when I think I can give it all up. It pricks me once more and I bleed and bleed.

There are the rare days. The ones where as of lately. He’ll come out. He doesn’t do much. He sits. He watches. Not us, but the screen. The most he’ll do is talk about what he watches on the screen.

It’s usually the same thing. A repetition of the same movies. Over and over. But it’s become something I enjoy. Something I like. Maybe even a favorite thing.. all because it gives me hope. That one day we’ll talk about more than just this. That he’ll see more than just the screen. He’ll see me too.

And all the things that I think will impress him about myself. And then he’ll be proud. He’ll smile and tell me so. I think that’s all I want right now. That. Or to not have one at all and just call it a fucking night.

#idk what this is #a drabble #its 2am #so maybe thats why #tmnt fandom #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #which turtle? #i’m thinking #donnie hamato #donatello hamato #rise donnie #rise donatello #splinter #splinter hamato #father son relationship #angst drabble #untitled #thoughts #parenting #bad parenting #sadnees #rise splinter #rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt splinter #short one shot #hurt

[marzowo]

Yk how everyone always does evil house,or evil wally?

Well say hello toooo,Evil Everyone BUT wally

Aka. Welcome home is a show au,where wally is aware and everyone else in WH is not.

After the show got cancelled for some reason,after a specific time period (most likely after the shows script officially was supposed to stop running) everyone in the neighborhood gets dark impulses and just tries to eliminate eachother

Wally,being the only aware one (Aka.The person who stopped the creators of the show from destroying home and all its inhabitants, excpet one)

Having his own free will and consciousness allows him to not be caught up in the madness and finds out that once everyone,including himself has died,The neighborhood will reset and everything is essentially one big time loop

Basically

•Welcome Home is a TV Show that got canceled because as th3 show got more popular parents noticed dark udertones in the show from time to time,and qlso animation shows were getting more popular than streamlined puppet shows

•The show happened to be in stop motion rather than animation and so when the producer and writer were trying to get rid of the set and puppets that were thrown in a random storeroom,wally gained consciousness due to a ripped arm,the freed most of his stuffing (that arm currently stays limp most of the time)

•After 'Murdering' The producer and writer,wally then took it upon himself to draw and essentially trap the neighborhood into a drawing (using magic voodoo shit idfk,he just william afton'd it) where they would be immortal and forever exist ig(The puppets can still be possessed by the neighborhood but wally is the only one who does this as hes the only one aware)

•The Neighborhood has a time limit,or theyre personqlities do. For as long as the script of Welcome Home is around the Characters in the neighborhood stay theyre written personalities, unable to change or grow in any way (and when wally tries to interrupt events and change personalities,home primates to basic functions and tries to reset him alone (His mind i mean,not kill him. When that happens he stays unaware until the murder spree happens,then the loop restarts and he's aware again)

•Noone but wally is Aware of the loop but the neighbors sometimes get 'Dreams' (They call them dreams with a different way of saying it because they dont know what nightmares are,muchless the words) that show small snippets of a specific loop,but it always ends happy instead of with stuffing on the ground (Stuffing = Blood)

•Home is an entity that exists with a soul to merely be the writer of WH,The writers soul also got trapped but seeing as tehre were no 'other' puppets he got trapped as the soul for home. except in the emotion he was feeling before wally killed him(Fear,Adoration for his creations, anger at the cancellation and wt the producer for ripping wally,and Sadness,deep unbearable sadness) Those are the only emotion home can feel

•Wally Physically cannot frown or do anything with his mouth other than smile,It was something done earlier on in the show but since he's a puppet the creators thought it would be better to sow him mouth into an everlastin smile,they contemplated what to do about him eating things,but eventually decided on the blink and eat method and hoped kids would just pass it off as a quirky thing idk

The way the AU is means everyone is technically NOT evil,its just that theyre official life expectancy/storyline has run out.

The characters with more screen time and script like idk,Julie and Sally are able to keep sane for a while longer than others (which in turn causes the ones with less script to last a littl longer before script madness) but they do end up with strange and twitchy behavior

A fix for this happens when wally paints.

Whenever wally makes huge Neighborhood portraits of everyone in different outfits or with different hobies to theyre current ones he's able to alternate the timeline. and sometimes if the change is long enough it transfers over to the next loop. (This usually takes a few days) and whenever he does a painting it causes him to grow significantly distant from the Neighborhood,The painting has to be done almost non stop with no breaks,Similar to death note.

The timeline of the script is:___.

So far there has been:___ Loops. (I havent worked out these parts yet because im not sure of clowns timeline for WH yet,i plant to fo the script length from how long the shows been running plus like 5 months idk how long it was,then devide the loops)

So far wally has made 25 large portraits.

So far he has completed 10.

Only 5 of the ten has been timeline changing.

Wally's official goal is to be able to change the timeline enough thag the loops will stop completely. (He's still unsure as to why the loops happen.

Each loop spits out a different au. Wally is unable to differenciate anyone in the au but himself,and like i stated before if anyone deviates from events

So say if wally dyed his hair when he was supposed to be in a Big play that sally wrote which changes his role and the play as a whole?

Home resets wally and the play will go mostly back on track.

This was just a huge ass rant that i made while watching a welcome home gacha reaction video,and i dont remember how i got the idea, but i kinda wanna expand on it

#welcome home au #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #wip excerpt #sort of #a drabble #( out of character ) / * ooc . #kinda

[creelmalfoylaufeyson69]

Imagine seeing the Doctor one time and he saved your life. He promised to take you traveling, but he doesn’t. He looks different by the time he arrives *A Drabble*

“Your not him! Stop playing with my feelings! Your not the same man who promised me the stars!” Y/n cries out as the Doctor stood in front of her

“Y/n I am… please trust me” he says which makes her let out a scoff as she cries

“Why would I trust you even if you were him? You left me here with false hope. You promised to take me to the moon… you promised to take me to a year I like…” she was now on the sidewalk crying harder then she was before

“Y/n I didn’t want to loose you. I’ve lost too much at that time and I couldn’t risk loosing you either” he explains as he sits down next to her

Y/n starts to calm down and looks at him

“Prove to me your him. Show me your screwdriver” he takes out his sonic screwdriver from his pocket

“Wow… it’s gotten an upgrade too…” she says as she sniffles

“Yep!” He says as he continues to look at her

She looks at him again

“I’ll take you to the moon now… actually even better I can take you to this amazing museum that’s in the future. Would you like to go there? It’s very stunning there” he asked her

A smile forms on her face and she begins to wipe her tears away

“I’d love that very much Doctor” she says and he continues to smile

#eleventh doctor x reader #eleventh doctor #matt smith #doctor who fanfic #Doctor who #a drabble

[coffeedrgn87]

This came to me this morning over coffee…dunno what to make of it or with it but I thought it was perfect Sunday morning fluff to be shared, so here we are…

Drarry, pure fluff, no warning

Since the incident, every Sunday morning Harry wakes up to an empty bed and cold sheets. It used to ignite an all-encompassing kind of panic in him. Now, he just smiles and slips out of bed, pulling a hoodie over his head as he walks. He makes his way downstairs and into the living room.

At the door, his smiles widens, stretches almost across the entirety of his face. Draco is there. Curled up underneath a gigantinormous green blanket with a variety of silver star constellations stitched onto the soft fabric. Draco is positively basking in the rays of warm morning sunshine that stream through the large windows. His eyes are half-closed and his left hand is loosely supporting a steaming mug of his favourite Earl Grey.

The sweet citrusy scent and Draco’s perfect calmness draw Harry closer, and lifting the blanket, he slides underneath and curls up beside Draco, head resting in his lap, looking up at him.

Almost immediately the long fingers of Draco’s right hand bury themselves in Harry’s hair and he feels them lightly scratch his scalp. He hums in approval and does not bother to stifle a soft moan, though it comes out as more of a shaky breath.

“I missed you in bed,” he says.

Draco quirks an eyebrow and smiles. It’s somewhat lopsided and contains just a hint of snark. His amusement over hearing the same statement every Sunday, perhaps? He doesn’t use words to respond, but simply hums. A wave of contentment washes through Harry as he watches Draco sip his tea. He lets his eyes fall closed and takes a leaf out of Draco’s book — basking in the early morning sun. Its rays are warm and tender and tingly. It’s all quite perfect.

Harry allows sleep to pull him under but instead of going deep, he flutters somewhere just underneath the surface where he can feel Draco’s tea-warmed hand slip underneath his hoodie and press against the centre of his chest and where he can hear Draco hum the melody of one of his favourite Muggle pop song.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x harry #a drabble #yes? #writing over coffee #☕️🐉

[kazorashi]

Heartache and All

(A/N: Just a little drabble. I miss writing for them so much. I sincerely think that they’re the OTP for me that, no matter how much time passes, writing them will always bring me happiness.)

Hayato isn’t too sure when he started liking Haru like...that. But he definitely remembers the first time he saw her differently. He had been at his lowest at that time, filled with self hatred and guilt. And no matter what anyone said or did, they couldn’t get him out of that funk.

Haru was different.

She didn’t say anything to him. Her only actions were staying by his bedside as he was recovering from another episode. There were no words of encouragement or eyes of judgment. All she did was take care of him and hold his hand.

One day, he has asked why she even bothered. “We’re not close.” He told her, and it was true. But she looked at him, tilting her head, holding his hand harder.

“You’re right. Hahi, but that doesn’t mean you should suffer alone. Everyone deserves someone to stay by their side, heartache and all. Now, open up Gokudera-san.” She says, bringing food closer to him (how did he miss a whole plate of food?).

“I can feed myself!” He blurted out, embarrassed by the action.

“Hee hee, yeah but nooo~! Say ‘ahhh’!”

“No! Stupid woman!”

She had shoved the spoon into his mouth anyways. Watching him chew slowly, he caught a hint of a smile on her. It was on the verge of turning evening and the hues of red, pink and orange from the setting sun made Haru look...just a little bit different.

And after that day, he had continued to pay more attention to her. He noticed little things about her, like how she let her hair down when she was stressed, or how she would stick her tongue out when deep in thought. How she would furrow her eye brows with fire in her eyes when she was determined and how she held hands with those she cared about. It made him think of himself, to be honest.

That they weren’t close but she still cared. And that thought was...

Comforting.

With cheeks turning pink at the thought, he huffed while sitting alone in his room. “There must have been something in that food.” He murmurs under his breath as he continues making samples of his work to present to the Tenth. The thought of Haru lingered in his mind, something that annoyed him but over time, grew to accept.

Maybe one day, he’ll be able to hold her hand. And be that person who can stay by her side.

Heartache and all.

#GokuHaru #5986 #Haru Miura #Hayato Gokudera #Gokudera Hayato #Miura Haru #katekyo hitman reborn #kazorashi writes #A drabble