#and im seeing it in an Entirely new and Vastly More Sad light

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

oh god wait. so if the episodes are "days" to the puppets, and traditionally, new episodes air once per week... then are the puppets only ever awake for one day per week? if that, cause wouldn't episodes only be about an hour long, probs less? so they're awake for however long it takes to film one episode, and then they sleep until the next.

and if Wally doesn't sleep...

#h. hold on a second hold. i need a minute hold on- #is wally awake and alone in the dark for a week at a time #waiting for his next chance to see his friends. to see anyone at all other than Home #how does it feel to him when he goes an episode - maybe multiple without seeing certain neighbors #bc it was implied on the website that some episodes don't have every character interact with wally during his shenanigans #oh fuck and if the show Ended... and he continued on... how many years has he been in the empty dark with only creaks for company #sobs loudly i cant do this- #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #i really hope they get to be awake each 'day' #i put it in quotes bc wasnt it also implied that their days are vastly different from ours #but they probably arent. theyre probably sleeping for a full week at a time #clawing at the walls over this im so emotional #do you think wally like... goes to their houses to visit them while they sleep #hm now im remembering that barnaby and wally sleepover piece clown drew #and im seeing it in an Entirely new and Vastly More Sad light

[lemonietrinket]

Beautiful Like the Moon ||| Jeno x Reader

Summary: Moongazing with your boyfriend to celebrate the end of his birthday  Genre: Fluff  Warning(s): None  Word Count: 949  Theme Song: Ticket to the Moon - The Solutions AN: Happy Birthday bub! I’m sorry this is a lil late, I got a lil sad yesterday and couldn’t write, I’m allergic to thursdays, so I wrote this inspired by one of my favourite songs to make up for it (also im choosing to ignore that it was apparently a new moon yesterday bc im the writer and i make the rules)

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You propped yourself up on your elbows, leaning against the windowsill. After a long day of cheers and rambling laughter, you were glad to finally have a moment of peace to yourself. Not that the noise was directed to you, but rather your boyfriend. 

You were nothing but happy, seeing his arms overflowing with small presents from idols and staff alike. Even the tougher ones had let their cruel facades fall to the wayside to send him a smile. He was beloved by so many, and it made your heart swell. It showed that you weren’t alone in your appreciation and that meant he was happy too, and it also made you feel confident in yourself—out of all the kind people he could have had, he chose you. 

Feeling yourself drift off into your thoughts rather than appreciating the beauty before you, you drew yourself back swiftly. Clear nights like this were hard to find, and even then the pollution haze was ever-present, lurking in the peripherals of your vision like a foul reminder—which it was.

However, tonight you could marvel at the stars, that had been freed from the recent poor weather and allowed to shine at last. And the moon, a crisp shining crescent in all her glory, was brighter than other nights, leading her silver light to stretch vastly across the sky.

With the lights entirely shut off, the room behind you was in pitch black, the dim blue light from the moonlit night being the only thing that illuminated the silhouette approaching from behind you.

Jeno, with hair freshly damp from a steaming shower, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest. The cotton of his shirt was cool from the air sneaking through the gap of the window, tantalisingly fresh and raising bumps across your bare arms.

As he cradled you, nestling his nose in your hair as he breathed in the sweet scent of you and kissed the tresses carefully, you felt the warmth of his body begin to seep through the cotton and into you.

He was like the moon, like that. Held at bay by the night and the clouds, but able to provide comfort and envelope you when you needed him.

Leaning away from the window and into him you let your hands run along his forearms, revelling in the heat you found there while he failed to hide a shiver.

“Christ your hands are cold,” he whispered, tightening his grip as he lowered his lips to your ear where he continued, “why are you so cold, hm?”

“Because my boyfriend wasn’t here to keep me warm,” you prodded, smirking at his reaction.

“Oh, of course, blame the boyfriend,” he responded in faux disgust, “it’s all his fault—even on his birthday!”

“Obviously,” you joked, but it trailed off into a shriek as those secure hands betrayed you, digging into your waist instead. Bucking against his body with an endless stream of giggles rolling off your lips your boyfriend playfully taunted you as he drove your knees to give way.

“Oh no, she’s falling! She’s lost the ability to hold herself up! Whatever shall we do?” 

He couldn’t help but burst into laughter as you practically became a dead weight in his arms, writhing in glee as you begged him to stop with tears in your eyes. 

“Oh no! Someone, quick, help!” he snickered as he began to gradually bring his deadly fingers to a halt. “Wait, what’s this? Is this a hero, come to save the day?”

Giggles fading away bit by bit you wiped your eyes free of the water his tickling had created. Slowly you regained the ability to move your feet, and eventually you were stood upon them—not that he’d let go of course, in fact his arms had become more secure around your body, his cheek coming to rest against the top of your head. 

“Oh, what fortune! A hero came to her aid at the last second! Thank you hero!” he mumbled to the air, smile still fixed upon his lips.

“Oh my god you’re so corny,” you said, beginning to finally regain your breath.

“I am not!” he exclaimed, loosening his grip so he could come round to your side instead, tucking you into his chest. “You want to hear corny? Don’t you think the moon is beautiful?”

You knew what was going to follow, and you were well aware that he hoped you were just going to agree. Unfortunately he should have known better and expected your counter.

“Yes, but not as beautiful as you.”

He stared at you, desperately trying to pull an offended face, but getting nowhere with how brightly his smile shone through. “Love!”

“Sorry not sorry,” you shrugged, nuzzling your cheek into his chest and humming happily at the warmth you found there, “because it’s true.”

He shook his head in joyous disbelief, eyes settling on looking at the moon instead of you for once. Gazing up at him you were stunned by the sight you saw there.

His features were perfect by themselves, but the platinum moonlight enhanced them somehow. It felt as if you were staring up at a figment of your imagination, as no one could be that beautiful surely? The rules of nature would not allow it.

And yet there he was, gazing up in wonder at the darkness embellished with pinprick jewels, his dark eyes much alike to the night sky, cradling stars of his own within them.

He breathed a happy sigh, pressing closer into his shirt and snaking your hands up to hold onto him gently. 

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” you murmured, letting your eyes finally come to close.

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AN: well this took longer than i expected but i think it turned out pretty well for something that i wrote in under an hour and under time restraints

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