#ghouul

[batsvnte]

𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞 • 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing(s): Wally Darling

Sypnosis: what was thought to be a normal visit to your dear friend turns out to be a strange sleepover after an unexpecting storm hits the neighborhood

Warning(s): (slight) mentions of blood, some fluff here and there, possessive behavior (?), ooc possibly, not proofread

Word Count: 2K

Notes: gender-neutral human!reader who somehow ended up in their world (they/them pronouns). Main inspiration came from @nonomives because of their vampire Wally art that got me in a complete chokehold- characters belong to @/partycoffin

Since noon, (Name) and the other neighbors had been over at Wally’s to spend time together. It wasn’t any strange occurrence to visit anyone else. Though to (Name) they were dragged there by Sally and Julie so it would be more fun. They were right for the most part. They all enjoyed little games that popped up here and there while chatting up new ideas for everyone. When the hour hit around 5-6 o’ clock everyone bid their farewells one by one.

..All except for (Name).

They intended to be the first ones to leave since they had something mildly important to do but something always stopped them from leaving. Any given opportunity would always be met with some sort of small task that Wally would ask of them. Rinse and repeat for the next few hours, and here they were overstaying their welcome. For the third time they’ve been here.

“The apples are in there, I promise.”

Wally let’s his head rest on (Name)’s shoulder lazily, staring down at the apple pie set right in front of them. Wally was partially clinging onto (Name)‘s back with one of their arms holding him up for support. They figure that since they brought some apples over to Wally’s they decided to make a treat for the both of them.

“Hm.. you say it’s apple pie but.. the apples aren’t outside but inside the pie.” Wally has been analyzing the entire concept of apple pie for the past few minutes.

(Name) let out a soft sigh that was accompanied by a light smile on their face. They couldn’t understand Wally or the way he thinks sometimes since they’re getting to know him better. The more time they’re together there’s always something new about him that intrigues them a bit.

(Name) moves their arm to reach behind them, carefully grabbing ahold of Wally and setting him down next to them. “Try not to think to hard about it, Wally.”

Taking small but quick steps out of the kitchen, (Name) heads to gather their stuff. They didn’t bring that much to his house since it would gonna be a simple visit. They sling their small backpack over their shoulders after checking that they have everything.

“Leaving so soon, neighbor?” Hearing his voice made them turn slightly to look at him, seeing that he was standing somewhat near them. He must’ve followed them out to the living room.

(Name) nods slightly as they stand back up. “Yeah.. I overstayed my welcome again.”

They didn’t catch it but Wally’s eyes widen just a tiny bit in surprise at what they said before relaxing. “You could never.. you’re always allowed to stay as long as you like.”

(Name) had a small smile on their face. They always appreciated Wally’s generous nature. In his eyes they look like they could never do anything wrong, which made (Name) somewhat question what his true thoughts about them was. It would all come to them in soon. They just didn’t know when.

‘Aren’t you sweet?’ (Name) thinks to themselves as they open the door.

“Ah.”

(Name)’s face went blank on instant. Seeing how the world outside was pouring heavy rain by the passing seconds. They had noticed the patter of rain drops on the windows. They had thought would be a quick light shower that would be over in a few minutes or they would have to run in the rain. What turned out to be a light shower became a storm. Heavy rain pouring down in the neighborhood. Who would’ve guessed this happens in a colorful place.

Slowly closing the door, they tried to figure out their plan of action. (Name) wasn’t expecting today would be raining. They nearly kick themselves mentally for not bringing an umbrella and/or raincoat for cases like these. There was the possibility of them running out in the rain but there was a lot of risks for it. One they could get sick from being out in the rain for so long since their house was a bit further than everyone else’s. And dealing with wet hair was always a huge struggle for (Name). After standing around for a couple more seconds they finally turned around to find Wally still in the same place.

“Wally,” (Name) felt a bit embarrassed for what they’re about to ask him or how unprepared they are. “Do you mind if I stay here for the night?”

Wally’s eyes seem to lit up at those words with a smile coming to his face. “I don’t mind at all.”

Part of (Name) felt relieved that he agreed. It throws out the idea of running back home in the rain. Taking a few steps away from the door, (Name) puts their bag near the large couch. Figuring that their sleeping place would be at the couch since there wasn’t an extra guest bedroom for them to stay in. Before they could really sit down, they felt a hand tug at their sleeve.

“You can stay in my room for tonight, neighbor.”

(Name) looks down to Wally in some shock. “Really? I don’t think I would really fit.”

Being the only human in the neighborhood had its ups and downs. The main down was the clear height difference between (Name) and the puppets. Knowing well enough that each puppet has their own things that fits to their comfort. Comparing (Name) to Wally, it was an obvious height different between the two.

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out.” Wally smiles warmly before leading (Name) to another room.

Starting on their nightly routines, (Name) was done a little earlier than Wally was. They sat down on the comfortable bed carefully before fully letting themselves lay down on the bed. They thought of what they would do for the next morning.

‘Hopefully the storm lifts by the next day.. I wish I brought my jacket’ (Name) thinks to themselves as they close their eyes, letting out a soft sigh.

It was a couple of seconds before (Name) felt something else in the room. Assuming it was Wally finally done with his night routine, they open their eyes up to look for him. Indeed was Wally entering the room with his night attire.

Before (Name) could relax again, they saw that Wally was observing them. “You haven’t changed into your pajamas, (Name).”

(Name) takes a quick look to themselves. They only wore a black t-shirt with their favorite band/artist on the front of it. Wearing a pair of shorts that they had stashed away in their bag randomly.

(Name) tugs at the shirt collar lightly as they turn back over to Wally. “These are my pjs.”

Wally climbs into the space next to them, his eyes full of curiosity as he looks to the logo on the shirt. “What’s that picture on your shirt? Did you paint that on there?”

(Name) takes another glance to their shirt. “Uh.. technically yes? When I got this shirt the picture was already on there.”

He could only think how strange the concept was. He’s seen various of patterns and colors on his friends clothing, but a full detailed picture on shirts was something strange. Though he would give them the benefit of the doubt because having paint on shirts takes a while to get out. Wally could only smile at the idea of having a shirt with some sort of picture stay on forever.

“That’s interesting.. but a silly idea.”

“That’s silly coming from a silly guy.”

It was silent for a few seconds before a monotonous laugh came from Wally. It surprised (Name) somewhat since they didn’t expect Wally to laugh at something like that. Or they didn’t expect him to laugh at all. (Name) had a light smile on their face as they held back a chuckle. It wasn’t until (Name) faltered upon their observation of the puppet.

How long has he had fangs?

They didn’t notice anything like this since they first met. They would assume they’re fake fangs, hence the other vampire muppet they knew form another show. That muppet was suppose to be Count Dracula, and the fangs he had, or they though he had, were two pieces of silicon attached to him to add onto the vampire persona. Something about Wally’s made them feel a bit.. tense. (Name) kept the smile on their face as best as they could, trying not to seem to nervous upon their discovery.

After exchanging a few more words and silly one liners to each other, the two fell asleep next to each other.

It wasn’t till the middle of the night (Name) woke up. Groggily opening their eyes to find the pitch black darkness of the room they had settled in. They felt their parched throat with an exhausted feeling. (Name) carefully lifts themselves out of bed. Being mindful that Wally might wake up due to their movement. Though it took them a little while to get out due to how he was practically entangled with them.

Could they really blame his clingy behavior being tied with his sleeping habits?

(Name) finally slides out from their spot on the bed. Double checking that Wally is still asleep they quietly step out of the room and into the kitchen. They felt along the wall for a guide while being weary of any items they might accidentally knock over in the dark. It took them a bit but their eyes finally adjusted to the darkness as they finally found their way to the kitchen.

The kitchen was somewhat lit up from the outside lights seeping in through one of the windows. It gave them a bit an idea of where the cups could be at. If there were any cups to be in the house to begin with. Nevertheless, (Name) found a blue cup with a decorative pattern on it. They press their lips in a straight line as they take in the details before shrugging off whatever it could be.

They shuffle around a bit more before finally finding something to drink with. Bringing out a small bottle with a label that says, ‘Cranberry Juice’, they pause momentarily. Did Wally need to drink anything at all. Seeing how they were all puppets except for (Name), it wouldn’t really make sense for them to drink juice or anything of that sorts.

Various of thoughts and questions fill their mind as they made themselves a cup of cranberry juice. They shortly put the bottle away back where they found it. Not wanting to be out here any longer they drank out of the cup.

A metallic taste hits their mouth instantly. (Name) jerks forward slightly and leans into the sink they were standing near, trying not to make any noise this late into the night. They spat out any remaining juice that they drank out of it. The taste was unbearable for them. (Name) carefully pours out the remainder of juice in the cup before looking to the cup with uncertainty.

‘What was that? That wasn’t cranberry juice at all!’ (Name) cringes as the aftertaste was lingering around longer than they would hope it wouldn’t.

Not wanting to be up for any longer they wash out the cup and put it back where they found it. Wiping the sides of their mouth as they quietly rush back to the room that they previously settled in. They found Wally still in the same spot of the bed, only shuffled a little bit towards (Name)’s side of the bed. With the eye mask on his face they relax knowing that he’s still sound asleep.

(Name) climbs back into the empty space that they left in, being sure that Wally wasn’t in their way. They lay down back into the bed trying their best to relax. It took a while before they were able to close their eyes. Though they could’ve sworn they kept hearing Wally repeating, ‘I’m sleeping, I’m sleeping’ while intimating the sounds of snoring.

I didn’t expect this to be that long of a oneshot what. it took to much time I’m sorry— I can assure you it was expired cranberry juice that Wally kept around for like nine months I promise please don’t cancel m-

#ghouul #wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home oneshot #welcome home clown illustrations #wally darling #wally darling x y/n #welcome home wally #oneshot #welcome home #Ghouul writings #apple to my eye 🍎 #x reader #vampire Wally darling

[wraithcxre]

unravel (cover by saiph ft. mike) DEMO ver.

#unravel #cover #music #tokyo ghouul

[sisyphus-prime]

People calling Lucy n the the ghouul 'rare pair' is also a fascinating thing because it really. REally does not seem like it. Unfortunately

#ive been turning them every which way to see if theres even a possibility of me agreeing on this and it's like. #no. not really. there isnt SHIT for chemistry that im seeing #he doesnt seem to like her naivety

[joleneghoul]

booster, ted, and that fallout ghoul(?) dude baybay

WhH. ...WHICH GHOUUL..

[batsvnte]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 • 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing(s): Wally Darling

Sypnosis: Wally experiences a strange emotion as someone talks to his dear (Name)

Warning(s): possessive behavior (?), scopophobia, (slight) cursing, ooc maybe

Word Count: ???

Notes: gender neutral black human!reader (they/them pronouns) with human Wally Darling hHhhH- based on an audio I heard of Wally being jealous so I wanted to write something similar to that. Characters belong to @/partycoffin

It was a warm sunny day in the neighborhood just as how it is every other day. It was perfect weather to be outside to spend the day away doing fun activities. Or to be staying inside for practicing hobbies, relaxing or doing whatever comes to mind. To a certain blue haired individual, he wanted to take the chance to take his dear (Name) out for a picnic.

(Name) and Wally decided to go out into the open field near their house. They found a perfect spot underneath shade of one of the trees to set up everything. (Name) goes over their mental checklist to make sure they brought all the things for the both of them. Satisfied with themselves as they continue their path to the picnic spot.

Both of them had separated some tasks with themselves so they can have everything checked off. (Name) made themselves in charge with bringing the food for them while Wally made sure to bring supplies such as plates, cups, etc.

Soon (Name) reaches the spot where Wally was standing underneath the shade. He was setting everything up for the both of them, his back turned as he stands up in thought. (Name) jogs up to him whilst carefully holding the basket of food in their hands.

“Heya, Darlin’.” (Name) greets, which gained his attention almost instantly.

Wally turns to (Name) with a friendly smile on his face. He had quickly grown use to them using his last name whenever they greet him. “Hello, (Name). My, you look lovely today.”

(Name) smiles bashfully at the compliment. “Thanks, you look amazing Wally.”

Wally’s smile seem to grow bigger at their words. He’s always enjoyed exchanging compliments with (Name). Wally found ways to compliment his friends whenever he gets the chance, though the ones from (Name) were ones he looked the most forward to. No matter how simple or extravagant they were.

They kneel down to set up the food since Wally had already set out the plates for the both of them. While (Name) was preparing the food, Wally stays standing from a short distance. His eyebrows furrowed in a focus state while he looks down at the picnic setup he had done himself. Something was missing.

“Hm.. I must’ve forgotten something.” Wally muses to himself, unaware that this grabs (Name)’s attention. He stays silent for a couple of seconds before speaking again. “Silly me. I think I know what’s missing.”

(Name) turns over to look at him with curiosity in their eyes. From what they’re seeing, he’s gotten everything that’s needed for the picnic. Perhaps he’s forgotten something personal of his that he wanted to bring to the picnic.

Wally takes a few steps away from the spot, looking back to (Name). “I’ll be right back, (Name). I just need to go back to grab something.”

“Ok. Don’t take to long.” (Name) watches as Wally departs from their spot, seeing his figure on the path to what could be assumed to his house.

(Name) turns their attention back to the food. Everything was all set up for the two of them. They smile proudly to themselves as they adjusted the small makeshift table that was brought, having only two plates of food on it. Now all they had to do was wait for Wally to get back.

“Excuse me? Are you Mx. (L/N)?”

(Name) jolts out of their thoughts as they look to an unfamiliar person. The person wasn’t someone from the neighborhood at all. Though it was a uncommon occurrence that there would be an visitor from another place. This was the first of the visitors that (Name) had encountered.

They nod slightly few seconds afterwards. “That’s me, is there something you need?”

“Ah, no not really,” The visitor play with their fingers as they attempted to make some sort of eye contact with (Name). “I wanted to come over to say that I really like your outfit! The design for the shirt is really cool.”

They could only smile at the compliment. “Thank you!”

They wore a short sleeve shirt that consists of their favorite color in different shades that meshed well together along with some regular bell bottoms. (Name) wouldn’t be considered underdressed for the picnic, but at the same time not exactly overdressed for the weather. They were in the middle point.

“Anytime!” The person’s gaze goes over to the blanket covered with goods for a few seconds. “I love how this is set up. Are you here with someone else?”

“I’m here with a friend. He just went to get something.” (Name) responds to the question while having a little boost of confidence at the first few words.

Whilst they were busy with their conversation, one had failed to notice Wally’s arrival. He was holding one of his many sketchbooks in hand as he saw the perfect opportunity to draw during their picnic. The moment he was about to call out to (Name), he pauses in his tracks as he sees someone unfamiliar talking to (Name). Strangely the smile that was always on his face was nowhere to be found. He was always welcoming to new people visiting or staying in the neighborhood no matter who they could be. Seeing someone talk to (Name) wasn’t something that he likes to witness. Especially if he wasn’t there with them.

The person however took notice of Wally as he silently approached them. They pause whatever they were saying as their eyes were kept on him. The person wanted to say something to acknowledge Wally but their voice was caught up in their throat as they made direct eye contact with him. His eyes had no light; solely just pitch black darkness in them. There wasn’t any emotion present in his eyes. Not that they couldn’t tell in anyway possible. They slowly started to feel uncomfortable the longer he stared at them.

“Oh (Name). I’m back.” His voice broke through their thoughts, seeing how (Name) finally acknowledged Wally’s presence.

(Name) turns their head to look to Wally, feeling a bit more content now that someone else familiar to them is here. Not that they minded the unknown visitors presence. It was just nice to have someone else around. Wouldn’t really say the same on Wally’s case.

“Welcome back to the picnic, Wally.” (Name) muses quietly as Wally turns his gaze back over to the visitor who stood incredibly silent for the past few seconds.

The look in his eyes never changes which slightly freaks the unknown visitor out. “Welcome to the neighborhood. Who might you be?”

It took a few seconds for the unknown visitor to really process that Wally was talking to them. “Oh.. Oh me? I’m just someone wh-who’s visiting a friend from round here.” They quickly sputter out and trying not to trip over their own words.

“That’s amazing. Who are you coming to see?”

Wally’s voice was kept at a soft tone that can be added into his charm. But (Name) couldn’t help but pick at the hint of anger that was faintly there behind his words. They look between the person and Wally questioningly whilst wondering what’s going on with their dear ol’ friend.

“Sally Starlet.. Speaking of her I should go see how she’s doing. It was nice meeting you two!” Before either of them gotten another word out, the unknown visitor had walked off. Without any final glances to Wally or (Name).

‘What the hell was that?’

They let out a soft sigh before seeing Wally take the open spot reserved for him beside them. (Name) readjusted themselves to facing more towards Wally. As expected he was looking at them with a calm look on his face.

Their observation from the conversation that took place moments before clouded their mind entirely. (Name) maintains eye contact with Wally once again, finding no other emotion other than his usual calm expression with that charming smile he had on his face.

“Is something on your mind, (Name)?” Wally’s gaze never moved or shifted even the slightest bit away from (Name).

Deciding against their own conscious they asked, “What was that just a while ago?”

“What do you mean?”

“You sounded a bit mad when you were talking to that newcomer,” (Name) states as they shifted around slightly to become more comfortable, but never broke eye contact with Wally. “You don’t show much emotion Darlin’ but I can tell that you were.. jealous.”

Wally stays silent. His face didn’t change even the slightest bit. It almost made (Name) second guess their answer to his question. It felt like an entirety before Wally’s monotonous laugh rang through their ears.

“I wouldn’t want to admit it myself, my dear. You see, the picnic was suppose to be the two of us. Alone.” Wally’s laughter faded by the time he finished talking. “It would’ve taken so long for us to enjoy this special day if I hadn’t dealt with them.”

(Name) looks to him with a conflicted look. This was something new even for them to see. Though they were quick to notice how the mood had darken slightly.

“They seem nice though,” there goes their first attempt. “Maybe if you weren’t jealous as fuck then—“

Wally feeds them one of the slices of apples that they made. (Name) looks to him with confusion as he smiles at them. “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, darling.”

(Name) glares towards Wally playfully as they finish eating the apple slice. The irony of him using his last name as an nickname for them made them smile just a tiny bit. At least with that it lightened up the mood for the both of them. (Name) continues on with the conversation while switching the topic to something else to get their mind off of the visitor situation.

Sharing is caring Wallace “Wallander” Darling.

I don’t like this one it took me a while to keep up with consecutive writing since I’m not use to writing prompts that has to deal with characters being jealous n whatnot. Hoped you enjoy tho–

#wally darling #ghouul #welcome home #apple to my eye 🍎 #ghouul writings #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #welcome home clown illustrations #welcome home oneshot #yandere wally darling #Wally being a jealous silly guy #wally x reader #human wally darling #he’s so silly

[batsvnte]

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 • 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚

Pairing(s): Miguel O’Hara

Warnings: spoilers for ATSV, cursing (both English and Spanish), ooc maybe, spelling mistakes

Notes: black fem!reader (she/her pronouns). All platonic throughout this. Also some bits of reader also speaking Spanish due to them learning from Miguel w/ translations at the end of this

You snatch your mask off as your pace quickens into the control room that you were situated in. Huffing under your breath as you ignore every attempts of Miguel trying to get your attention. You didn’t have the time for this and neither did he. All you can do is keep walking away with little hopes that he’ll back off. Even if you’re currently walking on the ceiling just to get away from him.

“(Name)! Ven aquí ahora mismo!” Miguel’s voice echoed throughout the room. Well aware that his words were clearly heard, but you didn’t bother to listen. “Stop walking away from me!”

“Then stop following me.” Without using your webs you easily climb up onto another pillar to separate you from his sight.

Unfortunately he was quicker. You caught of glimpse of a bright red web enclosing around your wrist. Preventing you from advancing anywhere. You suddenly found yourself on the ground, thankfully landing on your feet. You stood up properly to see Miguel taking a few steps towards you. That stoic look that you always saw was nowhere to be found. It was a look of frustration that was all directed to you.

“What were you thinking? Going out there and to help Miles go back to Earth-1610— didn’t I tell you not to meddle in with other peoples business!?” It was unfamiliar to you to have Miguel scolding at you.

“He just wants to save his dad!” You were quick to defend yourself with the thoughts that has been plaguing your mind the moment you heard about it. “You never told me what was going on. You never do!”

“I’m doing what I can to keep everything under control, hija.”

‘Dont start with that’

“That mean keeping me in the dark while you go out fighting? What kind of good will that do, Miguel!?”

Miguel has narrowed eyes, the dark circles under his eyes darkening. Either from the lightening of the dimmed room or his attitude changing. “The kind of good that will keep the multiverse from shattering.”

A scowl itched onto your face as you nearly hissed at him. “Bullshit!”

In response he pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He loathed getting into arguments with you. Especially if it was about what he does. You could hear little snippets of him muttering incoherently in his native tongue. It was a few short moments before he raised his voice to his normal volume.

“Hija,”

‘Stop calling me that’

“You know how dangerous it is to disrupt cannon events. It happened to your own universe, (Name),” You nearly wince at the mention of that with recalling memories to that situation. “I’m not going to risk another one being destroyed.”

Your posture straightens as Miguel’s gaze focused back on you. “But none of us knows how it’ll effect Miles’s universe. It might not be the same thing as what happened—“

“Might not be?”

You pause at your own words being echoed back to you. You had your own morals to this situation and you didn’t want to back down now.

“It still won’t be as bad as what happened to my universe.” Your tone was lowered. You didn’t realize how loud you were before during this entire argument.

Miguel shakes his head. Remembering the events of what happened when you accidentally disrupted the cannon events. How he found you in the state that you were in at that time. He takes in another deep breath to calm himself down from continuing the shouting match between you two.

“There are still risks that he’s taking that you took as well. It’ll just be the same outcome,” Miguel says as he hopes that this was the end of the argument. “Ya sea que termine destruyendo todo un plano de existencia o afectando a la minoría.”

Your eyebrows furrow down into another scowl. “The first one risk was keeping him confined but look at where you are now.”

“I’m trying to keep the multi-verse safe!” Miguel was quick to snap back without any hesitation. “Trying to keep you of everyone safe after what happened! Your universe needs you safe, mi hija, I need you safe—“

“Llámame una maldita vez más!”

A deafening silence fell over the two of you. The familiar stoic look returned back onto his face. You were unable to keep your thoughts from forming into your mouth. Little part of you was surprised at how sudden you blurted it out. Though only Miguel can stare at you with an unreadable look. You didn’t know what he was going to do or say. It felt like it was going to go on for eternity.

“You’re staying here until I get back.”

Red fills your vision in a matter of seconds. Before you can fully react there was already a force field encasing you with little to no room to move around in. You banged at the shield as you watched Miguel turn his back to you.

“Miguel! You can’t do this! Let me go!” Your words fell deaf upon his ears as you kept your eyes on him. It felt like time was going to quickly as you watched his form becoming smaller from the distance.

Miguel didn’t bother to give you one last look as he left the room. Hearing the door shut behind him and covering your shouts for him to let you go. He kept his focus on what’s ahead of him. His mind instantly becoming centered on finding the one Spider-Man who was going to disrupt everything that he had worked so hard for. But there was one that he had forcibly pushed away.

‘I’m not about to risk loosing you again, (Name).’

Lmao reader got put in timeout corner-

Trying to get back into writing after finishing exams and bring back my motivation until I run out of it again. Promise that there’s gonna be some more works soon from the requests slxosmd

1. ‘Ven aquí ahora mismo’ - ‘Come here right now!’

2. ‘(Mi) Hija’ — Kid / Daughter

3. ‘Ya sea que termine destruyendo todo un plano de existencia o afectando a la minoría’ — ‘Whether it ends up destroying an entire plane of existence or affecting the minority’

4. ‘Llámame una maldita vez más!’ — ‘Call me that one more damn time!’

#ghouul #ghouul writings #miguel o'hara #platonic relationship #spider man across the spider verse #miles molares #Miguel O’Hara Drabble #spider man atsv #Miguel O’Hara x platonic!reader

[batsvnte]

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 • 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing(s): Wally Darling

Sypnosis: you seem to not get enough of these phone calls you’ve been getting from Wally. Not like how he’s acting recently

Warning(s): Obsessive behavior, cursing, reader is 0.01% away from breaking something, also hints reader is progressively getting sick, ooc maybe, not proofread

Song used: Telephone by Lady Gaga

Word Count: 2K

Notes: black gender neutral!reader (they/them pronouns) with lovesick! Wally. Here’s my go at the lovesick au heunehueeb— the color for the lyrics are killing me but it’s fine. Also decided to go for the second person to see how this works. Au belongs to @halohelene on tik tok, characters belong to @/partycoffin

Not that I don’t like you, I’m just at a party

You wished that you realized sooner.

The little signs that was being given off ever since that rainy day that occurred few weeks prior to what was happening now. You recalled how drenched everyone became since they were out in the rain. One of your neighbors, Wally Darling, specifically. Two days later is when it started showing physically since he was coming out to less and less. The everyone concluded that he was down with an sickness that Wally came down with.

Lounging around in your home without anything planned for the day as usual. Though part of you was reluctant to hear knocking on your door, or the phone's ringing. Waiting for someone to talk to you and drag you to bring them into their fun shenanigans they have planned for the day. You often shake away the thought, wanting the day to be by yourself as some way to recharge yourself due to your social battery being inherently low for the past couple of days.

You were broken out of your thoughts the moment the phone rang. You nearly shoot up right out of your seat before relaxing, realizing it might be one of the neighbors calling you. You suspect it would be Sally since she's been recently calling you a lot. For advice on the plays she has written and notes that she rambles to you about scenes. All the usual stuff that you and Sally would talk about for hours.

"Hello? (L/N) speaking." It was like an automated line that is always said whenever the phone was picked up by you.

No answer. You thought that it was some mistaken call that was directed to you. You were about to speak again before your voice was caught up in your throat.

"Hello neighbor.."

Wally's voice filled your ear. You haven't talked to him in a long while which surprised you in the slightest. Part of you was relieved that he was calling you.

"Hey Wally!" A smile spread across your face. "I haven't heard from you in a while. Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm feeling great, neighbor." Through his monotonous voice there was some bit of comfort for him through those words. "I'm so glad you picked up. I've missed your voice."

Here was the start of what you thought was to be a short conversation. Chatting about what you were doing the past couple of days and rambling about your interests to him. He didn't have much to say but he made it known that was listening to every single thing you said. Wally would often times thrown in compliments which caught you off guard. Maybe this was the first sign you needed to know.

"Look, Wally I need to go." It was your third reminder to him since you realized how long you've been in the phone for.

"What about the story? Can you tell me more about it, please?"

"I'll tell you soon."

"But–"

You didn't hear the rest of what he had to say due to bringing the phone away from your ear while uttering a quick bye before hanging up. You let out a soft sigh, not realizing how late it's gotten. The sun was already at its prime of setting, revealing only streetlights as its main source to see the outside world clearly. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you wondered what time it was. And how long you've been on the phone for.

And I am sick and tired of my phone ringing

Getting prepared for your night time routine you realized you weren't as tired as you thought to be. You just been staring up at the ceiling for the past consecutive hours of the night. You decided against your thoughts of attempted sleeping, getting up from your warm covers and into the chill air of your room.

You chose to do you hair, wanting a new hairstyle for yourself. Turning on some music just loud enough for you to hear only you started with plaiting your hair. You were somewhat aware of how long it would take, but it didn't matter. Just as long as you didn't sit around doing nothing without any ounce of exhaustion is something you didn't want to do.

Through the music you mindlessly part and plait your hair into tiny strands to make braids. You didn't realize how many you've done before you heard a noise. Slowly down your pace you glance to the radio that was carelessly tossed onto you bed. You've heard this song more than enough times to count the beats to the song.

Something about it was throwing you off.

Listening closely to the noise you've made a slow realization of the phone ringing. It was faint since the phone was in a completely different room but it felt like it was directly next to you. Questions starting to flood your mind as you finally finish the hair strands in your hand, directing your eyes over to the closed door of your bedroom.

'How long has the phone been ringing?'

It could've been minutes since the phone has been ringing. Getting a random call in the middle of the night scared you somewhat even though the phone line was directly connected to your friendly neighbors. You turn your head back to the mirror that you were seated in front of. It was better not to answer the phone right now since it was probably a random call accidentally made to you. But was it? You didn't know at all. You just needed to finish what you started.

After the final braid was done, you cleaned yourself up and flopped down on your bed. Barely missing the radio that tilted to the side due to your weight on the bed. Exhaustion finally caught up with you and you fell asleep.

Sometimes I feel like I live in Grandcentral Station

For the next couple of days was a never ending cycle for you. It weirded you out at first without any question. But the more you repeated the same action, it would just happen not even minutes later once you were away from it. Waking up to a mundane routine is something you wished for.

Wake up, get yourself breakfast, phone rings for several minutes, do you daily activities friends, get dinner, and go to sleep.

Wake up, phone rings for several minutes, get yourself some breakfast, the phone rings for an hour, do your daily activities, get dinner and go to sleep.

The phone rings for several minutes, wake up, phone rings for two hours, get yourself breakfast, the phone goes off, stay indoors, the phone rings, dinner, the phone rings, and go to sleep.

The phone rings again. The ringing was driving you insane. It was going on any time you were inside your own home. Whenever you went to another's house, their phone was silent as ever. Something that you had wished for. But it wasn't the only thing that kept you up late at night. You've been having conversations with Wally prior to the endless phone calls. Part feeling bad that he was still stuck in his home instead of being outside and spending time with the neighbors. You hadn't realize that his condition was getting progressively worse the more you kept talking to him.

Wally wanted to hear your voice more. He needed to hear you talk about whatever came to mind or was brought up. The sound of your voice was a melodious tune to him. Wally couldn't help it at all.

You wished you connected it sooner than expected.

And yet here you were. You were sitting down at the dinner table that was in your own home, your food gone untouched. You could only stare blankly at the plate in front of you knowing well that it's gone cold. Your eyes slowly drifted over to the phone that was resting on the counter. You had moved it during one of your calls with Wally so you can multitask: talk to him while making yourself something to eat. Easier and more convient for you, wasn't it?

It's been ringing once again. Your mind automatically thought it was Wally calling you again. It couldn't be anyone else to call you this late at night.

How else would he know that you tend to stay up into the late hours of the night. Or how you would wake up without a thought, doing whatever gets you back into exhaustion so you have more energy for tomorrow. How else could he know these details about you that you never mentioned.

You pushed the chair back without cringing at the screeching floorboard you caused it to make. You storm into the kitchen, opening various of drawers and digging through the various amount of supplies that you had stashed away. You were doing it aggressively to the point were you could've accidentally taken out an entire drawer. Pulling and slamming over and over again before you found what you were looking for. You scooped up a pair of scissors into your hands with the satisfaction of finally finding your desired item.

Pushing yourself away from the messy drawers and cabinets, you rush back over to the phone. You nearly knock over the phone which would've been desirable but it wasn't what you were aiming for. Going to the other side, you trace the long thin cable that connected your phone to the house, which gave access to anyone calling you. Finding no care for the length, you swiftly snip the cord in half.

An unfamiliar silence filled the room. Lowering your hands, you let one end of the cord slip through you hands and onto the floor. Relief washes over your body was you stand up properly. Sliding the scissors gently onto the counter. Turning away from the phone with no care what you're going to do with it. As long as it was silent, you were happy.

The phone rings.

You nearly snap your neck to look at the phone once again. Tou were thinking you might be imagining it all over again. The phone vibrates as the ringing starts up again. You were sure that you cut the phone line. What other cord could be connected to the phone.

'What the fuck is going on? Why is it ringing? How is it still ringing!? Just fucking stop!'

One thing led to another and you found yourself on the floor sitting against the wall. Viewing the phone that was at a distance due to it being knocked over by you throwing it at a nearby wall. It didn't break fully which made you more frustrated, but you didn't have anymore energy to deal with it. You were tired. You wanted it to stop.

"Now neighbor.. is that a way to answer a friend?" Wally's faint voice was heard through the phone, but you made no effort to get closer to hear him better.

"You destroyed your phone," Wally continues to speak with a loving tone in his voice. He sounds genuine, but you knew that there was another emotion present. "How can I be able to hear your voice if I can't call you.. Don't you think it would be better to visit me?”

You remained silent. Something about the suggestion was almost to good to pass up. It has been days since you’ve seen him, and you didn’t want anything more than to make up the lost time with the shorter puppet. But then again, Wally was sick and you weren't going to risk getting others down if you ended up getting sick as well.

You could only stare at the phone but you could feel Wally’s eyes focused on you. Eager for an answer.

Tonight I’m not taking no calls, cause I’ll be dancing

This is so messy omFG

I was working on another one au thing I saw on tik tok but somehow this au dragged me back here. I’ve been so stressed because of my grades and exams but writing this made me feel better at least. But like- you finna go see him or nah 👀

#ghouul #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home clown illustrations #apple to my eye 🍎 #welcome home arg #ghouul writings #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #lovesick au #lovesick Wally darling #breaking phones isn’t fun wouldn’t recommend #songfic sorta #songfic #Wally darling x you #yandere wally darling

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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 • 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing(s): Wally Darling

Sypnosis: a brief outing with friends ends with you finding an lost puppet from an unknown show

Warning(s): reader casually vibrating violently out of fear, mentions of cults and murder, cursing, not proofread

Word Count: 2K

Oc’s involved: Malorie, Eira, and Hwan (mine)

Notes: black gender neutral!reader (they/them pronouns) suddenly got an fixation on Sk8 the Infinity so that’s what inspired me to write something like this. this is probably gonna be a long one so bare with me- reblog and share this with credits to me, Welcome Home belong to @/partycoffin

A group of friends chat amongst each other within a restaurant that was very familiar to them. Eating their own choices of food while joking around with one another, but also sharing some advice once the subject takes a change for something else. Nonetheless, everything was going alright for the little group.

“My little brother hates dolls,” across from where (Name) was sitting, they draw their attention to one of their friends Malorie. “He ran out the room one time when he saw those little puppet things.”

“Muppets? Does he know that they’re just controlled by people.” Sitting directly next to them was Eira, one of the few who were always leading the conversation to keep the energy alive.

Malorie shrugs with a mixture of rolling her eyes. “Yeah but he thinks it’s extra creepy. He doesn’t like that for some reason.”

“Poor little guy. I feel bad for him.” (Name) chimes in quietly after finishing their portion of food, knowing Malorie’s family pretty well.

“I don’t,” Malorie scoffs as she takes a sip out of her drink. “It’s funny seeing him run to dad.”

“Mal be nice!” Eira exclaims as she gives Malorie a look as she raises her hands in defense.

As the two continue their conversation, (Name) directs their attention over to another friend, Hwan, sitting with them. Quietly texting to what they could assume would be a group chat that is somewhat unfamiliar to them since they had saw few profile pictures and names being sent all at once. (Name) wouldn’t really call themselves someone who would be nosy, but something caught their attention.

“What the hell is that?”

Hwan perks his head up to (Name). It nearly took him a minute to realize what they were looking at. Hwan turns his head back to his phone, finding the picture that (Name) had spotted previously. Pulling up the photo, he shows them the picture in proper and full light.

“I don’t really know what it is. One of my friends was explaining something called Welcome Home.” Hwan explains as (Name) takes in the details of the photo.

From what they could decipher, they see a portrait of four puppets in the center. Vibrant colors for each one of the four puppets in the portrait consisting of pink, blue, green and orange. It reminded them of the three fairies from a movie they saw when they were younger. Their eyes were mostly fixated on the one in the middle of the four, looking way more cheerful than the orange one. Pink puppet with blonde hair tied up into a high, long ponytail. The design for them were cute.

“Welcome home? Is that a show?” Malorie questions as both her and Eira’s attention is focused on Hwan.

Hwan nods as he moves his phone over to them for a better look at the portrait. “It is. It’s an American puppet show from 60s.”

Malorie’s face scrunched up in confusion as she looks away from the photo. “They had puppet shows in the 1900s? I thought it was all black and white till like.. the 70s.”

“Color in television was in the 40s.” (Name) says as they earn another look from Malorie. “Just saying.”

Malorie didn’t make any mocking remark towards (Name). Seeing how her attention was directed to the photo, possibly taking in the details of what it could be.

Hwan chimes in once both Eira and Malorie had their fair share of looks. “It was taken off randomly at some point. Everything about the show just disappeared.”

“How did your friend find this?” (Name) looks back over to Hwan with questions filling their mind.

“There’s an account on Instagram that is dedicated to reviving old stuff from the 1900s.”

This gained a lot of questioning looks to what Hwan was talking about. (Name) remains silent as Eira and Malorie ask their own questions about the show and the account. All the ones that (Name) was thinking was already said. Giving that the two were the most curious out of the four.

Malorie’s curious it was always tied to her mischievous ideas and persona, finding ways to tease the others about minor stuff that means no harm while Eira was genuine things that she wants to remember. The little details always mattered to her.

“Do you think something controversial went on with the show to get it cancelled? Like someone got murdered or there was a secret cult.”

(Name) became tense at the mention of ‘murder’ and ‘cult’. They weren’t to fearful of those things but the thought of them made them a little concerned. They looks between the three friends that sat near them as they finally finish their plate of food.

“Why do you always assume something dark happens when an show gets cancelled. It was probably the budget they have.” Eira counters Malorie’s questioning and statement, using a more logical approach to this topic.

Judging from the picture they all saw, it was most likely more to the show than the four puppets on the poster. (Name) quietly sides with Eira on the matter, knowing how budget can really affect the way the show runs and how it is viewed from people outside of the work.

“It’s the 1960s,” Malorie says whilst placing her plate in the middle of the table, being done with her food a while ago. “Something bad happens during that time period. It’s not always uncovered until decades later.”

“There can be good things.” Hwan mumbles out with only being heard by (Name).

(Name) sighs under their breath as they listen to the conversation on whether or not the show was cancelled because of some dark unruly secret. They did think that the show looked cute, but it was strange at the same time. They couldn’t really make a judgement call from one photo they all collectively saw.

“Besides even if it was something else why would someone try to uncover why it got cancelled? That poster looked like shit before they recovered back to its former glory.” Malorie leans in slightly with a slightly hushed tone so that only the four of them can hear. “Maybe someone’s soul was inhabited in the puppets. Possibly the pink one in the middle of them.”

“This is connected to that cult thing you said, Mal.” (Name) suddenly exclaims without thought to their words. “That wouldn’t be true, even if it was maybe there’s other characters in the show than the ones we saw.”

Malorie turns her attention over to (Name). Taking an closer look to their posture and listening to the tone to their voice, her shoulders fall slightly. “Sounds like you’re scared.”

(Name) leans away involuntarily, trying to brush off their sudden outburst. “As if. Why would I be scared of some kid puppet show that was made decades ago.”

(Name) couldn’t feel it, but it was clear to the others that they were somewhat scared. Eira leans away to give them room but with a look of concern as they were obviously shaking due to fear. Hwan reaches towards (Name), putting a hand on their shoulder to give them reassurance.

Malorie didn’t really buy it though. “Sure you aren’t.. anyways, is there anything else on the account?”

Hwan shakes his head as a no. “That’s all there is.”

“Wanky.”

After (Name) had calmed down, they all paid once they were done eating and head out of the restaurant. Bringing along their own skateboards since it would quicker to get back home than walking down the streets. Malorie gets a head start with (Name), Eira and Hwan following behind. Mindlessly following the familiar path back to their homes.

Soon they reached a mild uphill. They all kicked up the skateboards, holding them as they walked uphill. Small talk among them to distract them from complaining about the hill. Though at the back of (Name)’s mind they kept thinking about that puppet show. It was a strange thing for them, and it made them more curious about whatever it could be.

“What was that?”

(Name) snaps themselves out of their thoughts. They haven’t realized that they were slightly ahead of the others, turning back around to see Malorie’s head turned to another direction. In fact all three of their attention were on something that they missed. (Name) takes a few steps towards them to see what they were looking at.

“The box fell over.” Hwan states as his eyes were locked onto a small box that was knocked over. Either from an stray animal or excess weight in the box.

(Name) nearly freezes once they take a full look at the box. Something about the box was strange despite it being normal. Eira must’ve thought the same thing seeing how she was clinging onto Hwan. (Name) was curious about it at the same time, but their conscious out-ruled their curiosity.

“We should get going.” (Name) was about to turn away before witnessing Malorie step towards the box. “Mal what are you doing.”

“I just wanna see what’s in here.” Malorie claims as she nudges the box with her foot, trying to figure if it was taped down or not.

Nobody says anything as Malorie kneels down whilst putting her skateboard face down so it wouldn’t roll away from her. Finding one of the lids to be separated she turned the box over properly. Surprisingly (Name) found themselves to be standing somewhat near Malorie. They lean forward to see the contents of the box. Malorie brushes away some packaging before drawing her hands away from what was in it.

“The fuck..” (Name) muttering under their breath as they lean away once they see the contents as well.

“What? What’s in it?” Eira was still next to Hwan with both keeping a distance from the two and the box.

Malorie lifts up what could be a doll? maybe a puppet of some sorts. He, what they would assume, had blue hair that was styled into a pompadour. Malorie brings it up so that they could get a better look at it. The puppet wore a blue jacket with a white shirt underneath, along with a red ribbon tied around his neck. Along with rainbow pants that would be vibrant and lively if they were in better lighting.

“It’s a doll.” Malorie sounded disappointed and concern at the same time. “That’s all that was in the box.”

Malorie stands up with the doll in hand, scooping up her skateboard in the other hand. She goes over to Eira and Hwan so that they can get a better look at it. (Name) stays their distance from Malorie and the doll, not wanting to really get near it. They didn’t know how to explain it but something about that doll was weird. Coming out of a knocked over box with no address signed to it or no name to it. At least that’s what they saw from where they were standing.

“What are you gonna do with it?” Hwan questions as he looks between the doll and Malorie.

“I don’t know but I’m not keeping it,” Malorie quickly says, almost accidentally cutting off her friend. “My brother is gonna flip out and somehow get rid of it.”

“I’m not keeping it either. I don’t have enough room for it.” Eira gives her reasoning.

Which only leaves Hwan and (Name) without any reason or answer to why they can’t keep it.

“I guess I’ll keep it.” (Name)’s answer made them all turn heads to them.

Malorie steps towards (Name) with the doll in hand, having a look of uncertainty. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, (Name).”

“It’s fine,” (Name) takes the doll out of Malorie’s hands. They were surprised to see how light he was. “Besides it’ll probably keep my sibling from running around the place.”

With a hum of agreement, all of them continued uphill. They manage to get back on their skateboards once the road was more smoother and clear, a comfortable silence among them all. (Name) fell behind the others since they had to adjust how they were going to hold the doll. Figuring that it would be more easier to carry it with one arm due to how light it was, they caught up with the others within a few seconds.

Nearing one of the neighborhoods, all four bid their goodbyes. Hwan and Eira separating to opposite roads while (Name) and Malorie continued down one. Both being close neighbors made it easier to get through skating in the neighborhood. (Name) occasionally cruises past Malorie, more or less eager to get back home. Malorie didn’t really mind since she would be home within a few minutes.

Though, it was unfortunate that she missed the occasional stares directed towards both her and (Name).

‘this action will have consequence’ type shi-

More parts to this little series will be coming soon. I don’t know where I was going with this one but there will be more Wally in the next one I promise-

#ghouul #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home clown illustrations #apple to my eye 🍎 #ghouul writings #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #yandere wally darling #welcome home oneshot #welcome home wally #welcome home arg

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Probably the most roughest sketch I’ve done in a long while holy hell

I didnt felt like coloring it in so I wanted to do a grayscale-shading (??) practice for him

Wally has been inflicting my mind probs ever since I drew him as Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle so there’s my excuse to draw Wally Darling as a human for a warmup digital sketch hahjdkcldk—

CW: staring intensely

#ghouul #welcome home #wally darling #my art #welcome home clown illustrations #welcome home arg #i finally figured out how to do the blending brush #procreate #it’s been decades since I drawn digitally #the hands look weird #HHANDKWMSKD #human wally darling #he’s so silly #writing and drawing makes me wanna laugh and cry at the same time #welcome home art #wally darling art #yandere wally darling #he’s just in a silly goofy mood #Ghouul artwork #fan art #apple to my eye 🍎

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𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 • 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing(s): Wally Darling

Sypnosis: The neighborhood gains another new friend out of the blue

Warning(s): mention of social anxiety (?), bits of scopophobia, ooc possibly, improper grammar

Word count: ???

Notes: male puppet!reader (he/him pronouns), possibly turn this into a little story. characters belong to @/partycoffin & Art belongs to @/owg005

Well into the early mornings, everyone was starting with their routines to get ready for another day in the neighborhood. They were all curious for what the day could bring to them. Though some would silently hope for something new to happen. Not that everyday was boring for them. There was something interesting going on in their everyday lives. The neighbors couldn’t help but want something.. brand new. It was a low possibility that it would come true for them, but maybe today would be the day.

First one to be out of happens to be Howdy Pillar. The tall caterpillar had made some plans for himself to restock items in the store, including the certain apple stand that was always empty by the end of the week. Howdy was outside of his shop in the midst of the morning hours. His arms carefully upholding a new supply of apples that was greatly adored by one of his neighbors. He couldn’t help but sigh at the thought of that certain neighbor coming to visit his shop to gaze at the apples.

“Excuse me?”

Howdy nearly spins himself around to the unfamiliar voice. His eyes go down to an unfamiliar puppet. He stood a little bit shorter than him, fiddling with his jacket sleeves as he meets with Howdy’s gaze.

Howdy brings a friendly smile on his face. “Howdy there new neighbor! My names Howdy Pillar, what’s yours?”

Extending one of his arms out to the new neighbor/customer for a simple handshake. The puppet looks down to his hand before swiftly reaching up and grabbing his hand firmly. “(Name) (L/N).”

Giving his hand one shake, Howdy brings his hand away in order to finish his morning tasks. Though on the inside he was excited. New customer means new neighbor to hang out with and be friends with. Howdy couldn’t wait to tell the rest of the neighborhood about this.

“Uh..” (Name) takes glances between him and the shop with uncertainty in his eyes. “Are you open today or did I come at a wrong time?”

Howdy shakes his head as his carefully refills the bin with fresh new apples. “Nope! You came at a perfect time, (Name). Say, you can have a look around in the shop if you need to.”

(Name) nods nimbly as he steps into the store. It was like some regular store that you would find in a little town. Various of supplies stocked neatly into categorized places in the store to make it more organize than before. (Name) took note the deep care and high amounts of effort that Howdy put into the store. It made him curious though as he wonders about, finding what he needs since he had just moved in the night before. Pulling out a little note that was folded neatly into his pockets, he checks over the list of items that was important to have for his first week of being in the new neighborhood.

He was almost done with the list. All he had to get was some apples and he’ll be on his way back to the safety of his home. He was almost in a rush to get home. (Name) had the thought of more people coming into Howdy’s store, which would create a bit of a cluster. Not that his store was small but since he didn’t know the neighborhood that well, he wasn’t sure of how many people visited the caterpillar daily.

(Name) couldn’t shake the fact that there was something watching him the moment he stepped outside. His posture straightens slightly as he takes quick glances around. Howdy had just finish restocking the fruits outside of his shop so he was back inside doing whatever was needed. (Name) takes a few steps towards the apple stand but the feeling of being watched was slowly getting to him.

Just grab the apples, and go pay for the items. Grab the apples, and try not to have a public freakout over someone staring. Just grab the dang apples—

“Hello neighbor,” A new voice came from beside (Name). “It’s nice to meet you, what’s your name?”

(Name) takes quick glances around him before realizing who was talking to him. Finding a smaller puppet that could be standing around 3 feet tall. A calming smile on the blue-hair puppets face that made few of (Name)’s worries wash away. He looses the grip he had on his little bag of goods.

“My name’s.. (Name) (L/N).” He forced himself to speak at a louder tone, just so that he can hear what he was saying.

“Wally, Wally Darling.”

(Name) made a mental note of the names he knows so far to remember them. He grabs a few apples that he needed, concluding that’s all from his little checklist. (Name) turns back to see Wally still.. somewhat staring at him. In his hands he had an apple. Maybe that’s where the staring was coming from? He couldn’t confirm it for sure, seeing that Wally seems content with the apple in his hand but also being in the presence of a new neighbor.

“Welcome to the neighborhood, (Name),” With that same smile on his face, his gaze onto the taller puppet. “I didn’t hear the train coming in this morning.. when did you arrive?”

(Name) tries to remember exactly when he got here. He steps inside the shop with Wally following him. “Late at night, maybe at 12.”

Unbeknownst to (Name), Wally’s eyes never really left him at all. He was always interest in anything that comes to mind. As of now he was more interested in the new neighbor that came here without any warnings or signs. He was more than happy to be able to talk to (Name) this early in the morning.

After paying for the items that he got (that resulted in 2 minutes filled with awkward jokes and some heart filled laughter), (Name) heads back to his house with Wally tagging along side with him. Most of the conversation taking place was Wally mainly talking to (Name). Telling him more about his friends and what they’re like. Some may have (Name) a bit curious about them but he keeps his attention to Wally.

“There’s my house..”

Wally didn’t hesitate to turn his attention to the building. Finding it to be similar to his with (f/c) covering the entire house. Little patterns of (s/f/c) that matched up well with the original color that was placed with it. There was some things decorated outside of the house to match along with the aesthetic of the building. It was well fit for (Name).

“I should go put these up. Thanks for walking me back to my house Wally.” (Name) had a small smile on his face as he looks down to Wally.

Wally looks back over to (Name), observing his features for a short bit. “It’s no problem, I’m glad to be here and get to know you friend.”

After bidding their goodbyes, Wally find himself walking off to another direction away from the house. His friendly, never changing smile still kept on his face as his thoughts be taken over by his new friend. There was more than meets the eye to him, and he had some hope that he would get to know (Name) better. Hopefully much sooner than expected.

hhhHhHHh I started this yesterday and was so inconsistent with this oneshot. Idk how to write out Wally that well I hope this wasn’t to OOC for him or Howdy

#welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x reader #ghouul #Ghouul writings #welcome home oneshot #welcome home x reader #apple to my eye 🍎 #Wally x reader #welcome home clown illustrations #x reader

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𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 • 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞

Pairing(s): Blade

Sypnosis: The experiences that the two of you went through never slips his mind. Not during months of hiding away after the day of your death

Warning(s): mentions of scars/blood/death, slight yandere Blade, angst (?), ooc maybe, not proofread

Song used: Paris, Texas by Lana Del Rey feat. SYML

Word Count: 1.8K

Notes: black fem!reader (she/her pronouns) with probably the most ooc Blade ever- this is more of a Drabble that i put together because my minds been everywhere. Idk much about him except with some key factors about his personality so this is gonna be messy hHhH-

When everyone’s stars bright

They say there are five stages a grief.

Nobody knew it was gonna happen. It took them by surprise. One of the sides had low thoughts about the event that took place, figuring that it was one less hunter to deal with, but held some sympathy to the ones that knew her. Another side grieving silently among themselves. Knowing that it was gonna happen one of the days of being afflicted with them. Someone who was a less known but considered an wanted criminal with nothing else to show of themselves. The one side though was in a mixture of emotions. All of them were foreign to him.

Blade didn’t know what to do. The events repeating in his head over and over again in his hand like a never ending cycle. It didn’t take him long to realize what has happened to you. He figured it out to quickly. Frozen in his spot as the news of your death finally became official. Staring with his cold eyes at nothing in particular. The hunters he was close to could tell what he was feeling at that moment. Despite his emotionless nature he strangely couldn’t control what his mind was taking him through.

Brighter than you are

Denial.

The missions were progressively getting quicker. He would’ve set a record for the hunters for how fast he would complete the mission. No words being said, only Kafka’s voice being heard through the ear piece he wore. Every now and then Silver Wolf would say a remark, but neither heard any snarky remark come from Blade. Only a hum of agreement or disagreement. Or nothing at all. They would be use to the silence he gave before but now he won’t utter a single word to them.

No matter Kafka’s words about you, he can’t bring himself to leave sleek black helmet that you left behind. Finding it on the ground in the midst of the chaos was the only thing left of you that he can keep ahold of. Blade carried it back to the hideout as if it was the last thing he could ever hold onto. Aware that at some day it could be stolen away from him for whatever reason there may be. Might that day ever come to, Blade would track down the person who had stolen it. If he were to find a single scratch on it he would make sure the person would be dealt with thoroughly.

It’s gotten to where it was locked away into his room. Leaving it on a place where he can have a full view of the helmet. He could never bring himself to rid of it. He could never bring himself to let anyone else in your room that was quickly abandoned. Any new recruit would be met with the sharp end of his sword threatening to slice through their neck. Being given no explanation as to why they can’t enter the room.

They either walk away unscathed with no answers, or find themselves bleeding on the floor drawing their last breaths.

It’s time to go

Anger.

It was confusing to tell who it was directed to. On occasions during the mission he would relentlessly fight the ones who stand in his way. Leaving nothing but the dark crimson of their blood to be left of them. Taking his rage out on the world around him for taking away the one person, who dare say this, stole his heart. He might even snap at his own teammates for bringing your name out of their mouths.

What reason do they have to be speaking about you. Don’t they know that he’s grieving too?

But he was also angry at himself. Angry that he couldn’t have the time to get to know you better. Angry that he didn’t hold onto you to get you back. Why else would he be destroying the empty room in a fit of rage once he’s reminded of what happened that day. Blade couldn’t forgive himself for letting you slip away from his grasp. Your warmth he so desperately held onto to escaping his hands.

No matter how many people have fallen to his sword he could never satisfy the rage that clawed at his mind ruthlessly.

And you’re the only one left

Bargaining.

Moments when he’s alone Blade would be in your room. Viewing the items in your room that he never got to ask questions about. The tech that you kept hidden from everyone else that at first made them suspicious, but have grown fond of the type of ideas you have to improve their weapons.

Blade wouldn’t be so accepting finding that his sword is enough but lingers to hear what you have to say for Kafka’s guns. Making sure that they weren’t jammed for the mission and fixing them up if she ever got into a mishap.

He wouldn’t deny it to himself that he hopes that you miraculously come back to the hideout. Walking around with the light steps you take that you instinctively gotten use to having in order to surprise him once he turns the corner. Though you earned no reaction to what your scheme was directed to him, there would be a conversation following up to it. Blade is always reminded of the things he has said to you. The things he wished he had asked sooner.

What makes you so confident to go on this mission with me?

Why are you so fond of me?

Why did I have to let go of you?

Why couldn’t I save you sooner.

Dancing while they’re on the floor

Depression.

Blade hides his face from the world during the midst of the nights. Running to different planets and using disguises to go about his day never ceases to slow him down. It never felt the same ever since that day. The hopes that somehow you survived. Lingering around for the chance to run back to the hideout and return back into his arms is what he longs for. Blade’s aware that it wouldn’t happen.

He can’t look back on the memories he has with you. The black helmet that sits in his room is a reminder about one thing about you. He’s never gotten a single glimpse of your face. None of the hunters have except Elio. Another part of why they were suspicious of you from the beginning. One might think it would add onto the fact that you didn’t want to be recognized out in public and chased on the spot. Blade took the chance to ask this one question about you though.

“Why do you wear a mask everywhere you go?”

There was a short pause on the conversation at hand. Blade’s eyes were locked onto you regardless, waiting for an answer to his question.

“..I have a scar going across the right side of my face,” you blurted out suddenly. “I just found it better to just have a mask on. Besides, I don’t want to be hunted down the moment I walk out of a store.”’

‘I dont see the point of that when you’re hiding a face that’s beautiful’

How he wished he would say that to you. Finding it impossible to view every moment he had with you with no clear vision of your face. A blank canvas that he wished to have engraved in his mind to see your smile. The moment he learned about the scar on your face, he wondered how you got the scar.

Who was stupid enough to hurt you and forced yourself to hide your face from the world?

How could they bare enough courage to hurt someone like you?

Though wasn’t fully sure if the scar you mentioned came from an accident that was caused, or by someone with the intent of hurting you. He couldn’t tell. Blade never saw what you looked like, not even on that day that you died.

Time to go

Acceptance.

Was this something he could live with? Every day is an never ending cycle for him. He is always reminded of what happened, which ends with him holding the helmet in his hands or being in your room in the middle of the night staring at all the items that filled the room. He could tell right away that the others have moved on. Was he the only one still holding onto what remains of you. Being the fact that he always found some sort of way to remember you.

Blade knew he needed to move on. Accept that you were gone and that you may never return. But something kept holding him back.

Maybe it was the lingering stares he would get once he’s out in public in his disguise. Figuring that it might be a guard from the planet he is hiding out in for a mission that might have suspicion of him. He could never find the eyes that looked at his direction. Blade often find himself taking quick glances towards a particular individual who’s back was always turned. Head casted downwards as she held something in her hands. His mind going concluding that she might’ve recognized who he was or had an feeling about his identity. He could only sneer lowly at those thoughts as he turns away from her, walking the opposite way to avoid any other direct confrontation.

Or maybe it was the little words spoken to him in the forms of apologies. Accidentally bumping into the same person not even an few hours later in the midst of a busy crowd. He swore he could barely hear what she had to say but pieced together what came out of her mouth.

“Sorry.”

It was just a small apology. That was all that it was. Why couldn’t Blade help but stare at her as she disappears from his sight and into the crowd. Why couldn’t he move from his spot to get to where he needs to be. Why did he want to go after that person who ran into him. All of these questions filled his mind to the very brim. He couldn’t explain why he has the urge to go find whoever it was that bumped into him. Blade’s mind was occupied with the thoughts of the one who he subtly met.

He was gonna make sure that whoever it was, he wasn’t going to let them go.

Never have I ever written an entire thing like this and finished it in one day dayum—

Wanted to contribute the to HSR content so I got some Blade going through the four five stages a grief so I hoped you enjoyed reading this

#ghouul #ghouul writings #blade hsr x reader #blade x you #honkai star rail #hsr blade #blade x reader #blade hsr #hsr x reader #hsr drabbles #hsr oneshot

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𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 • 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧

Pairing(s): Jing Yuan

Sypnosis: with the galaxy shaken by the great events, a general has a run in with an infamous Esper with the divine power of a deity

Warning(s): violence, fighting, cursing, reader casually slipping cause lack of traction, switches from third to second pov at some point randomly, mention of blood, ooc maybe, not proofread

Song used: She is a God — XHz Official, mAjorHon

Word Count: 2K

Notes: Black fem!reader (she/her pronouns). I’ve been hyperfixating on Dislyte recently and I finally figured out what the song was for the Dusk & Dawn event. It was stuck in my head for so long omfg. More of a Dislyte x Honkai Star Rail crossover. This is kinda headcannons mixed in with oneshot/Drabble

𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚

Grown by her own carried out of ruins, never loose strength she was very young

“Tune in to listen to the latest news from Xheart Radio! Listen in to find an new miracle on the day of her debut that makes her way through the stratosphere! There’ll be more the more you listen to our radio! Next song on the list is Load up, Click. Catch you later.”

It was no surprise that Jing Yuan heard of the rumors of the rising miracles. It was raised as an concern to the people around him after the fear of these things called ‘Miramon’ coming around. Having much on his back was something he had grown use to. But these oncoming rumors made him grown concern of Xianzhou Loufu. Though, despite his silent concerns and reassuring words to his subordinates, luck happened to be favoring him.

Quick footsteps that gradually gained sound was enough to lift his head up along with the other generals he was seated with. A mixed look of confusion yet alert was seen on him. The other generals gave some looks of anticipation. Which they were clearly expecting at least someone to be here, with those two extra seats that was reserved for someone across from him. The footsteps were more louder but muffled due to being on the other side of the wall. With the few seconds of silence the doors finally open that draws everyone’s attention to the ones on the other side.

Finding that there were two people standing side by side (though one of them had looked as if she had just slipped and fallen down, Jing Yuan ignored that little detail). His look going into an amused one as the two stepped into the room.

“Lady Abigail, Chief (Name). It’s a pleasure to have you two here.” One of the seven generals gives them a warm smile as they walk over to them.

The shorter one only nodded nimbly at their words. “We’re so sorry for arriving so late. There was an problem with the system that we were sharing.”

Jing Yuan takes quick glances between the two. Both of their attire was nothing like the familiar attire of residents of Xianzhou Luofo, or anyone he has encountered up until this point. His eyes linger on the taller one who he had assumed was (Name). Holding an helmet that was held at the waist for a better view of her face and out of respect for being in a room with other generals. One aspect is that (Name) wore a (F/C) cloak draped over her shoulders that hovered few inches off of ground that lessen the worry of someone accidentally stepping on it. From the front were gold-colored tassels that handed from the collar of the cloak.

The general dismisses the apology with the saying that they were quite alright. (Name) and Abigail take their respective seats amongst the seven generals. Continuing on with the converserions at hand that changed from one thing to another. With Jing Yuan’s participation in said topics, he couldn’t help but draw his attention over to the (H/C) Ops Chief that was seated directly across from him.

After the meeting was done with some left over words, Jing Yuan took it upon himself to introduce himself to (Name) properly. It took her by surprise really since the little things she heard about the general is that he was more of the type of sleep a lot. (Name) wasn’t expecting much of Jing Yuan, but somehow their curiosity of wanting to know more about him grew.

How lucky was he to take the opportunity to talk to the divine esper of Athena.

As the time went on you grew more closer to Jing Yuan. It was almost like it was fate for the two of you seeing how you were both near each other at all times.

If one was watching over the knights and guards training, the other would be supervising from a distance. If one were to be training with Yanqing, the other would be praising but giving firm advice for Yanqing’s improvement. Having an Ops Chief and an General being seated in one room was more than just a blessing due to their high ranks and shared experiences of battle.

Specially on the battle field. The Xianzhou Louho experienced its first miramon wave. It was an shock to everyone that it would happen this soon since the was clarified that it wouldn’t happen this early. No matter, Jing Yuan got his army prepared to protect those who aren’t capable of protecting themselves and hold off the wave of unknown monsters that invaded the land. Pushing aside any other thoughts he had, Jing Yuan made it his primary focus to get to the front lines to see what was being dealt. But the thought of seeing you fight crossed his mind on instant.

“Focus your aim of the arms to weaken them! Don’t let them land a hit on any one of you.”

“Help the ones who are wounded. If you can still stand, hold off the ones who are getting to close to the breaking point.”

Jing Yuan witnesses how fluid your attacks are. With the weapon of your choice, you managed to hold back the enemies from the ones who are unable to fight. Using the shield to your advantage to block any attacks. But to also barricade the unsuspecting miramon to deal the finishing blow to it. It nearly felt like a blur watching you deal with the blows on the miramon. Driving them away little by little till there was none left to fight with. Standing with careful eyes before announcing that they were gone for the time being. Jing Yuan would smile in amusement at your quick-to-call performance, but didn’t deter from the fact that you were also injured.

Taking everyone back for them to rest and be healed, Jing Yuan took you by himself. He wanted to be the one to help you with your injuries but he had no reason why. Jing Yuan felt it was necessary, and that he wanted to hear about what happened from you specifically. Finding the blood seeping through the torn spots of your clothes from the miramon, he tended gingerly at the wounds. Occasionally looking to you as you made conversation with him to report on what happened at the front line. He didn’t miss the winces you made during the mending along with the soft hissing from the pain.

Despite having the divine power of a goddess, you were still human. You were still (Name).

That would add onto your true self showing during your stay at Xianzhou Loufu. As he is walking down the halls, he would find at the end of the corridor Yanqing tuning a sharp turn and down the hallway. The young ones face brightening as he hurriedly dashes to the general. He wasn’t alone though. You were running after him, attempting to make that sharp turn to give yourself a boost to catch up with him. Jing Yuan almost let’s a chuckle slip out of his mouth as he watches your figure nearly fall down. You barely caught yourself in the rush of the moment. Scrambling back to an upright position and took off once again after him.

“Damn it! Yanqing that’s not fair I don’t got any traction on these shoes!”

Finding out shortly after that the both of you were racing to challenge Jing Yuan to a sparing match. Yanqing being the first to sputter out the question that almost made no sense to him at all. He accepted nonetheless, but couldn’t help but feel joyous; seeing how you were able to get along with Yanqing in the matter of the few weeks you were here. You were like an mother figure to him.

Watching the two of them duel with a stern look on your face. You would admit that you were intrigued to watch a sparring match between the two. Which ends up with you somehow finding yourself switching spots with Yanqing. Summoning your weapon of choice whilst leaving the helmet that you always wore in the spot you were previously at.

“I want to see what you got, (Name).” Jing Yuan speaks in a light tone as he held his sword in hand.

A light smile came across your face as you got into an fighting stance. “Don’t come crying when I kick your ass.”

Thus one match turned into a second round of a sparring match. It ended with the both of you yielding due to how you both were able to keep up with each others attacks. Staying ontop of your feet as Jing Yuan made quick jabs to knock your weapon out of your hands, whilst it was the same for Jing Yuan to become unpredictable when you take a sudden turn. It was back when the first miramon wave came at them. Your movements were smooth once again as you focused on your opponent.

The break for you didn’t last so long since Yanqing was asking over and over again for you to having a sparring match with him. After a reluctant agreement to his endless questioning, you went back to your position to be at a distance with Yanqing so he can prepare himself. Your gaze turns over to Jing Yuan who stood near where you had left your helmet. Giving you an warm smile as you two started the next match against one another.

Though the time in Xianzhou Loufu hadn’t been gracing you with enough. You were an Ops Chief, and the Union had set you up with more missions in other planets that they determined you were the best fit for. You were supposedly use to being sent on other planets for the Union, but leaving Xianzhou Loufu so much made you become homesick. Unconsciously you would question yourself as to why you felt so connected to this place in particular. Was it because you would miss spending time with the resident that you consider to be friends? Or maybe it was spending time and teaching Yanqing more about weaponry. Being one of his guides and helping him carefully through the techniques for his improvement? With all these questions you find yourself thinking about the general himself, Jing Yuan.

Over the course of the weeks you had an realization that you and Jing Yuan grew closer. How did it take you this long to process your thoughts about Jing Yuan to realize what he truly is to you. Sometimes Abigail would be the one catching your attention whenever you space off in a meeting. Diverting your eyes away in embarrassment and shame, hoping that maybe Jing Yuan was too busy dozing off to notice that you were staring at him directly. You also realize the tension that came between you two anytime you were alone. You caught yourself almost falling for his teasing smiles whenever you had evening walks around Loufu. Catching his golden eyes peering at you from across the room was enough to almost make you implode. Of course, Jing Yuan wasn’t happy once he heard of the news of you being stationed elsewhere.

“Do you really have to go?”

“Mhm.. y’ know, Mother Odin orders it.” With an hint of sarcasm itching at your voice, you couldn’t help the annoyance being heard. You clearly didn’t like the last minute change and it was bothering you.

“Come back soon. I know Yanyan will be begging for another sparring match.” Jing Yuan’s soft voice rang through your ears. It was comforting to you.

“I promise I will,” You let the corners of your lips tug into a smile. “I’ll be sure to bring back a gift for Mimi to.”

“..you’ll get me a gift?”

And you kept your promise. Whenever he wasn’t busy with his duties and you were free of any missions, you would join him at Xianzhou Loufu. Nobody was blind to the growing bond you two shared. It was just like a blessing.

“Don’t worry. I’ll return with a victory!”

Act till she wins, sweeps through obstacles. Rational queen and ruthless fighter

I genuinely don’t know how to approach this idea lmao– this is probably ooc for Jing Yuan since I’m still learning about him even though I’m a good 30% way of the game

Spoiler alert: I was suppose to write Blade in this but decided to save him for later cause I burned myself out and it would be way to long >:/

#ghouul #ghouul writings #jing yuan x reader #hsr oneshot #hsr drabbles #honaki star rail #Honkai star rail Jing yuan #Dislyte #jing yuan honkai #hsr jing yuan #hsr x you #jing yuan x you

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Spraying him with a water bottle didn’t work, I have to use the hose

#ghouul #ghouulrambles #RF Wally won’t leave Watcher alone #welcome home #welcome home ai #welcome home arg #please he won’t calm the hell down #putting RF and Watcher Wally in a room is scary #Rainbow factory Wally #watcher wally #wally darling

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Petition to be one of the AU creators except it’s one of the generic things that I can think of atm

Honestly I had fun with designing them, specially Julie since I had to look up so many fishes just to go with a Raccoon Butterfly fish while Wally is a Fairy Basslet/Royal Gramma. I wanted to draw Sally along side but I couldn’t figure out what she would be yet.

I also gave myself the benefit of doubt and work on the colors tomorrow since Wally’s is gonna be a pain in my ass

#ghouul #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home clown illustrations #my art #fanart #welcome home au #Mermay 2023 #siren! wally #siren! julie #julie joyful #wally darling art #julie joyful art #welcome home fanart #welcome home mermaid au #welcome home arg #welcome home art #mermaid #idk what else julie should be #i had to look up different types of fishes in the middle of class help #basslets are territorial how is this gonna work #so are butterfly fishes #welcome home julie #apple to my eye 🍎 #Ghouul artwork #artwork #so many tags oh my g #I’m gonna cry if this doesn’t work out

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Spoilers for Spider Man ATSV for those who haven’t seen it yet

Imagine if there was an universe where Gabrielle was the Spider-Man of that universe and during the whole dimension merge thing, she accidentally ends up on Earth-928B/2099 and meets Miguel who was still grieving the loss of ‘his’ daughter

#ghouul #ghouulrambles #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spider man atsv #something that randomly appeared #like what

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How can you say they’re not together when one of them has an hairstyle similar to their partners so that they can remember them 🤨

#I’m talking about Honkai Star Rail #ghouulrambles #Blade and Jing Yuan have similar hairstyles it’s just the eyes man #that’s suspicious #that’s weird #honkai star rail #hsr jing yuan #hsr blade #I can’t stop staring at their hairstyles what’s going on #ghouul