#playing with yarn: {ic}

[smolcuriouskitten]

Closed Starter for @melodyxriver Never say Never!

Roxie was so sick of her sex related questions, she was going to rip her hair out. Always asking about how it can be pleasurable, how it can be fun and whats the explosion at the end people keep talking about. She was so tired of it all, she decided to set aside some money to get her an escort to end all of the BS because if she had to explain how much better sex was than whining about it, she would punch her.

So Roxie asks to get out for a bit in favor of 'good time' and Rockelle honored it. Confused but when was Roxie normal about asking to be out? Roxie did mumble something about an skort that was coming later or whatever she said. "When did you ship something? I didnt get any packages." Rockelle asked confused as Roxie as leaving out the door. "You-" Roxie let out a deep sigh. "I said escort! ESCORT. You are about to have a huge package later, have fun walking!" She said and rushes out which Rockelle scrunches her nose. "The hell is an escort?"

#playing with yarn: {ic} #mischief follows; {Roxie} #sexy kitten {nsfw}

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

Can you. I mean. I'm thinking so hard about Tango finding Jimmy as or, Hell, even witnessing him turn into a toy.

Like Tango certainly did not leave Jimmy a toy in Double Life. He's never seen Jimmy be a toy in the past and for a few years the man was action figure material with his Captain America cosplay.

Tango assumes it's part of this season. Maybe it's for his persona. The bedroom walls around Tumble Town and the allay named "Buzz" are supporting evidence. But then he hears the taunting way everyone calls him a toy. It's derogatory, demeaning, an insult. He hears Jimmy's wails that he is not a toy, to stop treating him like a toy.

And Tango sees a pant leg tighter and stitch into Jimmy's skin. The Sheriff winces and stumbles for a second. Tango expects to feel the pain in his own leg but there's nothing - and he remembers they aren't in Double Life anymore.

When Tango stays the night at the new ranch for the first time, he invites Jimmy up with him. And the Sheriff agrees, happily following Tango in and sitting on the bed with the hermit.

They end up cuddling - somewhat. Tango is leaning into Jimmy's side and playing with the blond's plastic fingers. They've got joints that move stiffly to simulate knuckles but that's it. The whole limb up to the shoulder is cold hard plastic.

"When did this happen?" Tango asks, tapping Jimmy's palm to signify what he was asking about.

Jimmy hums and looks down. "Oh. That..." Jimmy mumbles. He leans his cheek against the crown of Tango's head and sighs. He can't feel the bite of the ice hair as his skin is now plastic. "It's new. Um... started a few months ago. At first it was just my hair."

Jimmy takes his hat off to show a full head of dirty blond yarn. Tango's eyes widen with horror. His rancher's once beautiful and soft hair was now scratchy yarn.

Jimmy puts his hat back on and pats it into place. "But uh, now it's spread to my whole body. Obviously. My leg is the newest change." Jimmy kicks out his leg, which just looks like stitched up denim filled with stuffing in the shape of a leg.

"How?" Tango whispers. He laces his fingers with Jimmy's and squeezes. He doesn't know if Jimmy can feel it.

"Oh you know. Gods make rules and humans helplessly follow them." Jimmy says bitterly.

Tango cranes his neck so he's looking up at Jimmy now. "I don't understand?"

Jimmy shakes his head. "Joel started it. He just wanted something to make fun of me for, and unfortunately this time it was because I reminded him of some toy cowboy. The changes didn't start until other people started ganging up on me. First it was the hair, then my skin, so on and so forth."

Tango is still for a while. He's horrified, angry, grieving for his soulmate. He wants to- to- to do something to Joel! Get revenge. Make him feel the same pain.

For a second Tango wonders how attached the god is to the child seen flying around Stratos, or the Spanish speaking man in the bamboo forest.

Jimmy kisses Tango's head, snapping the dungeon master back from his head.

"Don't you dare think about it." Jimmy warns.

Tango snorts. "How'd you know what I was thinking about?"

"I just do. You're my soulmate after all." Jimmy says warmly.

Tango laughs softly, squeezing Jimmy's hand again. His face falls when he feels hard plastic under his touch and not a gentle, calloused hand.

"Can you feel? Like, anything?" Tango asks bluntly.

Jimmy purses his lips. "No. Nothing besides my body changing."

"I'm sorry." Tango murmurs.

"Hey it's not your fault. You didn't know, and I highly doubt you could've stopped this, sunshine." Jimmy reassures, squeezing Tango's hand back.

"Still. It- It's awful. It's not right. You're a human being, Jimmy. You..." Tango trails off. Tears prick at his eyes and he blinks them back.

He ends up sighing. "I can kick his ass if you want." Tango smiles.

And Jimmy barks a laugh, quickly devolving into giggling and snickering.

"No. I can kick ass myself just fine."

#yeah. i'm thinking. #hermitshipping #empiresshipping #team rancher #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #tangotek #tango tek #rancher duo #let it be known I only use toy!jimmy as an angst device #i reject all of the toy!jimmy headcanons #shadow's scribing again

[gothic-puppyboy]

Any gear, activities, crafts, etc. for Australian shepherd kin (or dog kin in general)? Thank you!

I am SO happy you asked for gear and opened up the ask to more than just things to do! This is my oldest ask I have, and I am finally getting around to doing it. I have made many a post on dog and caninekins, but seeing as most of them are super old, I'm going to remake them.

Thank you for your ask, doggy anon!

--🦴--

Things for dogkin to do:

Play in the yard sprinklers

Have a fight with water guns/balloons

Go to a lake!

Get a pup cup from starbucks, and keep it for yourself

Go shopping for a new collar, or get a new tag for your collar

Splash in puddles you see on the ground

Make an indoor obstacle course

Lay on a pillow on the floor

Go to the beach and dig in the sand.

Go to a dog park and pet peoples dogs. Also, secretly try to communicate with them and let them know you are one of them.

Go swimming! Bonus points if you shake yourself dry.

Volunteer at an animal shelter!

Go for a walk!

Roll around in some grass

Drink water REALLY loudly and REALLY sloppily (dogs really like to do this)

Get some ice pops and bite them really hard

Play in leaf piles

Go on a hike!

Play fetch with someone

Build a den outside

Make a scent marker and mark your territory with it

Wear cozy clothes (Bonus points for faux fur)

Use this backyard explorer guide to get some outdoor time

Eat some (cooked) meat with your hands

Spend some time in nature

Do quadrobics

Get into kirigurimi! (its cute lil onesies! you can find one that looks like your kin type and be all toasty and comfy)

--🦴--

Crafts for the dogs of tumblr:

Yarn tails- Tutorial

No sew animal ears- Tutorial

Paper claws- Tutorial

Fangs- Tutorial

Decorate a collar

Make tags for a collar

--🦴--

Gear for the goodest of dogs:

Customizable dog tags

Custom canine ears

(will add more soon, I just figured you've waited long enough and was excited to get this out!)

--🦴--

#alterhuman #therian #therianthropy #otherkin #otherkind #thank you anon #caninekin #puppyboy #canine therian #canine kin #canine #dogboy #dog boy #dog #dog therian #dogkin #dog kin #wolf therian #wolf #wolfkin

[jomamaofficial]

He Used to Come Back (Childe x GN!Reader Angst Oneshot)

A/N: HELLO MY LOVELY TOES. How have you all been? I've recently been hyperfixating on the Genshin Impact fanfiction fandom (I stopped playing the game a long time ago) and I've decided to write up some slightly self-indulgent angst with our favorite ginger, budget!Ed Sheeran 😩😩. PS: PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND ME REQUESTS. CW: Swearing, fainting, pulse checking. TW: Very slight implications of self harm, mentions of blood, and a death scare. Masterlist Word Count: 1444 Summary: You knew what you signed up for when you started seeing the eleventh harbinger of the Fatui. Restless nights were spent waiting for the eleventh harbinger of the Fatui. People warned against your budding relationship, claiming it would become one-sided very quickly. You accepted it but never expected it to die out into ash too quickly... So what happened when one day passed, 2 days passed, one week passed and the second week is about to begin. And he’s still not back?

——————————————————————————————————

Pine shutters crashed against the frosted glass, a gust of ice and hail occupying the perimeters of the house. It cut through the thick silence hanging heavy in the air, making you flinch, your hand flying to your chest. 

It’s just the shutters, you had to remind yourself, pulling the thick blanket tighter around your frame, your teeth chattering, your limbs reluctant to move.

Dormant eyes scanned the dormant rooms. 

He’ll be back, he always comes back…

It was a fragment of hope, but it provided comfort. 

Like the comfort his mother’s hand-knitted blanket provided on a regular Snezhnayan night. 

Except tonight wasn’t a regular night.

The gale penetrated through the unconditional love laced in the blanket; so much so that even the soft yarn couldn’t withstand the tumultuous temper of the Archons above. 

Another crash, another flinch, and your empty thoughts were forced back to reality: the window was still wide open, outdoor sleet collecting on the hardwood flooring. So you carried on, tiptoeing around the puddles of snow, careful to avoid getting your last clean pair of socks wet. 

Fighting against the brutal winds of his motherland, the shutters were finally closed.

A foreign land it was, Snezhnaya– just as beautiful but cold as its citizens. But it was home, and home was with him. Even though Childe wasn’t home. 

The eleventh harbinger of the Fatui, loyal lieutenant to the Tsaritsa herself. Lord Tartaglia, code name Childe, a title that held the world’s burden on your lover's bruised and cut shoulders. It was a title you spent days memorising. Of course, you could never tell anyone you knew him– something about confidentiality he said. But you ingrained it on your tongue, learned it by heart because when the time would finally come, and you were Tartaglia’s Wife, the restrictions would no longer be imposed on you. 

You could finally talk about him freely to your heart's content. 

 The hands of the clock were turning faster than you wanted. A calendar beside it, diligently crossed out with thin red ink, served as a painful reminder of his absence. 

One single date was circled, embellished with exclamation marks.

“When”, you mumbled, taking a long deep breath. Your senses were flooded with a subtle numbness that weighed on your eyelids like the unnecessary load of lethargy. 

“When will you be back…?” 

—

Leather gloves grasped your hand, frantically searching for a pulse. 

A voice could be heard in the distance, somewhat familiar but deeper and slower than usual. It seemed to be saying something. 

Your eyes flickered under the glowing light held close to your face, a hand, stark cold against your heated cheek, tilting your face to the side. A strong and skilled hand crossed your right leg over your left, and your entire body was turned to the side. Your mouth was coaxed open, a finger on your pulse. 

“Y/N… Y/N, wake up…” the voice insisted, slowly losing the commanding edge to it. A voice– a man’s voice, you identified. Strained and well articulated… 

Your name… how’d it know your name…?

You gasped for fresh air, your arm pulling away from his hand. 

“Childe…” you faltered, his name bursting out in a short breath of air, pulled from your lungs as a desperate way to gain consciousness. “You’re back”, you finished, a gentle, feeble smile stretching across your face. 

Fatigue ran through every inch of his body, blood smeared all across his worn armour, his uniform hanging with shame on his bruised body. His fingers pinched his nose-bridge, his jaw clenching tight. Childe pushed his hair back and looked at you, dead in the eye. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Y/N?” 

Disbelief replaced the smile, content eyes scrunching in confusion. 

“What…?” you asked. “Where’s this- where’s this coming from, love?”

“Oh cut it out, for fucks sake”, he snapped back, his face stoic, nimble fingers sliding his gloves off and disposing them to the side. 

“I thought you were dead, Y/N. Dead.” 

He stopped for a second, catching his breath. 

“Listen, all a man wants to do is sleep. I thought he got to my fucking family when I saw you on the floor, and no one even knows about us, Y/N. Everyone knows my brother”, he condemned, light hearted enough to laugh it off but oblivious enough to dampen your waterline. 

“Archons, the water works again huh?” he grimaced, exhausted, cocking his head elsewhere. “I’m sorry, okay? You don’t know what it’s like to be a harbinger, you were just… worried, I guess?” he retorted, shrugging his shoulders with his lips pressed together. “I don’t know why I was blaming you”, he chuckled. “You know what, It’s fine sweetheart, just… go to sleep, okay?” 

You watched as he stalked out of the living room, walking away. 

“Childe, I was worried about you”, you rasped, eyes low. “I thought you were dead.”

He stopped, pivoting around– his breathy, low laughter piercing through every fragment of sanity left inside of you. 

“You? Worried? About me dying?”, he jeered, looking around in amusement. “I don’t think you remember who I am, honey. Did you hit your head or something? Maybe you should get that checked sweetheart~”

Sweetheart. You recognised that word from every argument you had. That tone, laced in honey as a disguise to hide his true cruel intentions. You recognised it all from every argument you had. An argument that never ended in a compromise. Reasoning with him was as effective as talking to a brick wall. 

“I’m the eleventh har-”

“The eleventh harbinger, devoted to the Tsartitsa as her loyal lieutenant, Tartaglia”, you faded out, bitter and tired. “I know exactly who you are, Childe. But you’ve forgotten who you are.”

Scoffing and rolling his eyes, he folded his hands across his chest. 

“Listen Y/N, I’m not gonna stand here listening to you telling me who I am. Especially when you’ve so nicely interrupted me and told me exactly who I am.”

“Don’t try that tone with me, Childe”, you snapped, looking up at him with tear-stained cheeks, a fresh set of tears replacing the dried ones. “It’s been thirteen days…” you sniffled, spitting out each word. “And you still weren’t back.” 

He averted his eyes from yours, refusing to entertain this conversation. 

“Do you know how worried I was?” you stressed, the taste of bile scraped at your throat. 

Months of putting up with his attitude beat a gaping hole in your chest in the form of words you could never say, all just to suppress yourself with only one thought in mind that if you said something now– anything now, he’d leave you in his empty house without a word, and without a doubt, in a split second because he never needed you. It was only you who needed him and if he left it would leave you in shambles only because… 

Only because you ever so foolishly stood up for yourself. 

“I’m not a member of Fatui…” you croaked, fighting back the hiccups of tears. 

A shiver picked at your spine, the house more silent than ever. And when the last tear of heartbreak evaporated, and the new stream of pure anger and resentment took over, you lost the sense of tone and its consequences. 

“But that doesn’t make you immortal!” you screamed, the echo of your voice traveling through the corners of the house at such a volume that the harbinger was taken aback. Taken aback with a racing heart, and a body that was forced to step back. 

“You could have died for fucks sake, Childe, you could have fucking died!” 

Your hands fell to the side, knees dropping to the ground, the drop searing through the bones of your calf down to your toes and up to your hips. But it wasn’t as painful as the sting that burned your throat. It was a raw cut inside the very flesh that constructed your neck, and the stunned silence brought out the shallow pants of an exasperated cry. You never wanted to yell at him but how could you not when weeks and months of overwhelming fear welled up in your throat. 

Seconds passed by and they seemed like hours. 

Childe was conflicted.

Would he protect his ego and stare at you as you stifled and heaved, or would he take you in his arms and tend to your bleeding knee, apologising in between kisses? 

When you glanced up at his pointed glare, you knew his answer all too well.

“And this is why you’ll never be a harbinger”, he seethed, followed by a loud bang of the same door he entered through not so long ago. 

#genshin impact #genshin oneshots #genshin imagines #genshin childe #childe #childe genshin impact #childe genshin x reader #childe x reader #childe angst #childe x you #childe x gender neutral reader #genshin angst #genshin icons #genshin tartagalia #genshin tartaglia x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x you #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia angst #tartaglia x gender neutral reader #ajax #ajax genshin impact #ajax x reader #ajax x you #ajax angst #angst #oneshot #angst oneshot #fanfic #fanficiton

[einsteinsugly]

Why, outside of season 8, Winter is the worst T7S episode.

*This Hyde line. The most OOC line, ever.

"Red, the thing is, is that these toys are too nice for the needy kids. You need to start them off with something simple, like a... a ball of yarn."

Like, what in the actual fuck? Hyde was one of those needy kids. He would never say this.

*The writers contorted Hyde and Eric's characters to get them to play with stolen toys, stolen from kids in need. Real!Hyde and Real!Eric would turn Kelso away, immediately.

*Kitty spiked the wrong punch, for the kids. Aka, the punchbowl incident.

*They say the punchbowl incident happened in 1973. Yet Donna said it happened in sixth grade. It would've happened in eighth grade.

*Donna calls Jackie an evil ice witch.

#that 70s show #that 90s show #eric forman #donna pinciotti #jackie burkhart #steven hyde #michael kelso #kitty forman #my essays

[pink-bandana-writes]

DIY

Mikey x Reader

Summary: You use your powers of crochet to make Mikey a present he will not soon forget.

Notes: This is actually something that’s been on my mind for a long time lol. You know, given the boys’ finger situation, I was like “how tf would they flip people off?” This is just a short little one, but anywho…

Warnings: Swears, use of the middle finger.

Word Count: 0.5k

Reader is: Gender-neutral, blessed with the power of crochet

You giggled mischievously as you finished the final stitches of the project you had been crocheting for the past hour, making sure there was enough stuffing in it before finally closing it off and staring at what you had created. It was a beauty to behold and you couldn’t wait to present it to Mikey.

At the moment, you were down in the lair, tucked into a little corner while the boys were busy training in the dojo. You and Mikey had made plans to play some Stardew Valley together as soon as they were finished, and being his partner, you spent a lot of time down in the lair anyway.

What you had created for him was a surprise, but one you hoped he would like.

Soon enough, the boys walked out of the dojo, looking tired. Mikey grabbed two cans of ice cold Orange Crush before coming over to the couch, where you were. He wrapped an arm around you, pressing a half dozen kisses to your cheek before finally taking a good look at you.

“What?”

“Hmm?” You hummed innocently, raising an eyebrow.

“I know that look. What are you up to, angelcakes?”

“Absolutely nothing.” You batted your eyelashes at him, innocently. “I do, however, have a present for you.”

Mikey gasped, smiling excitedly. “You got me a present? Angelcakes! What did I do to deserve you?”

“You’re the bestest boyfriend ever, I thought I should give you something to show that to you.” You handed him the small, orange gift bag you’d shoved it into only moments before he and his brothers emerged from training. “So, you remember how the other day you were…lamenting over not being able to flip people off properly?”

“Right, it’s totally not fair I only have three fingers.” Mikey agreed. He was quiet for a moment, a grin spreading across his face as he finally put the pieces together. “Wait…”

Mikey pulled out the present, which was a crochet replica of one of his large, green fingers, a near perfect recreation, especially with the addition of the fingernail you’d added. His face lit up and immediately, he positioned it between his pointer finger and pinkie, holding it up as though he was flipping you the bird.

“Holy shit.”

“Do you like it?”

“I love it angelcakes!” He hugged you tightly, peppering about a dozen more kisses to your cheeks. “I can’t believe you did this for me! It’s so thoughtful!” He said sweetly before turning around. “Yo, Raph!”

“What?” Raph turned to look, only to be flipped off by his little brother’s fourth finger, made of yarn. “What--?” He walked over to get a closer look. “No way! Shorty, you’ve gotta make me one. I was born to flip people off. Look at me, it’s in my blood.” Raph pleaded, causing you to laugh.

You rolled your eyes, chuckling. “I’ll consider it.”

Tags: @thelaundrybitch, @turtle-babe83

#mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #tmnt #bayverse #mikey #michelangelo #fluff #humor #tmnt imagine

[punsmaster69]

1/DEC/20XX

waiting until i put my (paint-covered) ornament on the tree, tori put her (properly painted) ornament right next to mine.

when i moved mine, the second i looked away, hers had moved with it.

"...it's like the beds."

"what's the logic now?"

tori looked at the ornaments, side-by-side. quietly, she tapped mine, making the two clink together.

"There is no reason."

"I just think they would be nice together."

"i think you just wanna overshadow the artistry that is mine."

"My intentions were pure. How could I ever even dream of such a thing. Mine does not even compare to your 𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺-"

a twirling flourish with her hand- "Dipped and rolled around in blue paint 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦."

tapping her outstretched hand like a high-five, i played in.

"it's a tough thing, being just so talented."

"When all is said and done, why, I say we even submit it to a museu-"

a

𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘬

against the glass snapped our attention to the right.

a skeleton (clad in a fuzzy red christmas sweater,) wrapped with string lights dangling outside in front of the window.

the ladder he was using, following his action like a cartoon, toppled over shortly after.

undyne tried to pull him down, with a little too much force. she accidentally brought 𝗮𝗹𝗹 the lights, skeleton and everything, down with her.

wide-eyed, alphys dropped a few cords in defeat.

the door opened about three minutes later.

papyrus, who looked like a light-up ball of yarn, wriggled around in his accidental captivity.

lifting him by a singular side of the cord, undyne set him on the floor in front of us.

"JUST- GIVE ME A MINUTE TO-"

"He's stuck."

"AM NOT!"

"I AM SIMPLY FINDING THESE LIGHTS TO BE A MORE EFFECTIVE TRAP THAN THEY WERE ORIGINALLY DESIGNED FOR!"

"IT'S.. RESEARCH."

"ok."

"would you like to be 𝘶𝘯-researched?"

after a bit more struggling, papyrus sighed defeatedly.

"...YES PLEASE."

——

everyone painted ornaments this morning, and it's very apparent whose is whose.

mine, sloppily dipped into matte blue paint.

tori's, a shiny purple and silver patterned one.

papyrus', flashy and red, with multicolored stars on it.

frisk's, an intricately painted ornament of snowdin - the old one.

flowey's...not sure. green and rainbow-ey, definitely.

undyne's, painted with spears and various weapons. half a yellow heart is painted on one side.

matching that, alphys' has half a blue heart painted on, so they line up when next to each other.

painted elsewhere on her ornament is some ice-related character i don't recognize.

mettaton's, sparkly pink glitter, stickers of his face.

napstablook, who mtt managed to drag along to (try to) paint with us, had mettaton paint music notes in a specific arrangement. said it's their favorite holiday song.

——

𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱.

"here."

with a candy cane half in hand, i tapped tori's shoulder.

"oh."

but she already had one in her mouth.

"welp."

"Ha! Apologies."

she giggled.

"You should have expected this, however."

"yeah, probably. thought that counts, and whatnot."

"here, kiddo."

frisk caught the other half, stuffed it in their face, gave me a thumbs up, and immediately resumed their project.

undyne, papyrus, and alphys are on outside decor duty.

me n' tori are decorating the tree.

and the others are...

"what're you up to over there, anyway?"

flashing a glittery paper tree garland, frisk looked quite proud of themselves.

mettaton held up one as well.

napstablook seemed happy with it.

flowey was too concentrated to pay any attention to me.

frisk took it from him

(to slight anger that was quickly dismissed with a candy cane)

and lifted it to show me.

he's created one of those gingerbread-garland things, but each one's been made to look like one of us.

one of them's a short, slightly round figure who looks like he might be wearing a jacket.

that figure had a cut made partially to the neck portion, but was spared.

"cool."

——

"READY, FLOWERY?"

papyrus lifted flowey up to the top of the tree.

he gripped the tree's star in one of his leaves.

unceremoniously, he jammed the star on the tree slightly off-kilter.

with that, we were officially done decorating.

"COCOA TIME?"

"cocoa time."

——

with the comforting warmth of dinner and hot chocolate, pretty much everyone's conked out.

some holiday movie plays on the tv, but i'm not really taking it in.

'pretty much' everyone, but i'm really the only one still awake at this point.

papyrus has his knees up on the couch, flat to the cushions otherwise. frisk lays curled up in a ball on the tall skeleton, flowey in their arms.

undyne's not even on the couch anymore, nearly completely starfish-posed on the floor; other than the one hand that's on the couch still, to meet alphys'.

mettaton's gone box-form, resting to the side of the couch.

napstablook's on their back, laying on the floor near mtt.

tori's-

"You have been writing for so long, Sans."

"Will you not get comfortable instead?"

with a fuzzy hand, she's pulled my skull against her an-

[The handwriting switches back and forth.]

Removed this from his grasp.

Rest, my dear bonehead.

ok.

You do not have to write that.

ok.

Enough, silly.

Simply closing the journal will do.

ok.

stop writing in it and i'll close it.

You first.

ladies first.

That does not apply here.

does too.

𝘚𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩, my dear.

𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙩.

#undertale #journal #sans #papyrus #toriel #flowey #frisk #undyne #napstablook #mettaton #alphys #soriel #sans x toriel #toriel x sans

[ramstead]

Welcome Home secrets from the new update!

I highly doubt I have found everything so if anyone knows more feel free to leave a comment! Judging from URLs it looks like there are 14 show clips to be found. 

Wally Audios (URLs spell out “I Will Help You Understand Soon Neighbor”)

https://www.clownillustration.com/i Found on home page

https://www.clownillustration.com/i-2 Found on sticker page

https://www.clownillustration.com/will Found on Wall’s information page on the neighborhood page

https://www.clownillustration.com/will-2 Found at the bottom of the “What’s Welcome Home” page

https://www.clownillustration.com/help Found at the bottom of the “What’s Welcome Home” page

https://www.clownillustration.com/you-1 Found on the “You” page accessed through Wally’s information page

https://www.clownillustration.com/understand Found at the bottom of the exhibition page

https://www.clownillustration.com/soon Found on the error page

https://www.clownillustration.com/neighbor Found in the “So Below” page, accessed by clicking underneath Home on the neighborhood page. Audio contains no dialogue, only creaking noises, presumably from Home.

https://www.clownillustration.com/phone Found by clicking on Wally’s button on the phone on the merchandise page

Show Clips

https://www.clownillustration.com/7-14-ej Found in the guest book page one under a comment by zip. Video shows a crayon drawing of a pie. Audio features Julie and Eddie playing “business”. They receive a phone call near the end and audio cuts out when Eddie tells Wally there is a call for him

https://www.clownillustration.com/11-14-jb Found at the top of the stickers page. Video shows light through trees. Audio features Julie and Barnaby discussing jokes. Audio cuts out when Julie asks Wally if her joke was funny

https://www.clownillustration.com/9-14-fp Found at the bottom of the neighborhood page on the menu. Video shows an apple game and a plate(?). A baking tin with food inside and a napkin are placed down halfway through. Audio features Poppy and Frank discussing new recipes and recipes that may cheer up Frank's butterflies. Audio cuts out when Frank asks Wally if he agrees that they are all safe while cooking.

https://www.clownillustration.com/8-14-ef Found on Eddie’s information page on the neighborhood page. Video shows paper links. Audio features Eddie asking Frank to remove a bug from his post office. Audio cuts out when Frank asks Wally if he’s scared of bugs, too. 

https://www.clownillustration.com/5-14-be Found at the top of the transcript page. Video shows a plant and some papers. Audio features Eddie, who falls when delivering mail and monologues briefly to Wally; and later Barnaby, who chases Eddie away. Audio cuts out when Barnaby tells Wally not to warn Eddie of his approach next time. 

https://www.clownillustration.com/12-14-hb Found at the top of the News page. Video shows an ice cream float with a spoon and twisty straw in the background. Audio features Howdy and Barnaby discussing Howdie’s family drama. Audio cuts out when Barnaby asks Wally how he is liking the ice cream soda. 

https://www.clownillustration.com/6-14-jf Found on the merchandise page next to the records. Video shows bug-eaten tomatoes. Audio features Frank complaining to Julie about the beetles eating his tomatoes. Julie suggests seeing if Howdy has something that may be useful. Audio cuts out when Julie asks Wally if he can help them come up with a joke to pay Howdy with. 

https://www.clownillustration.com/1-14-ph Found on the media page under Live Interview Segment. Video shows Wally’s hands holding some yarn with more yarn in the background. Audio features Howdy delivering more yarn to Poppy. Howdy gives Poppy a yarn spinner and audio cuts out when Poppy asks Wally if he can help her figure out how to use it.  

The show clips seem to be taken from Wally’s perspective and always cut out as soon as another character says his name. Some clips acknowledge him before the audio cuts out, but some do not. 

#welcome home #welcome home arg #playfellows #clownillustrations #welcome home theory #welcome home secrets #wally darling #eddie dear #frank frankly #julie joyful #sally starlet #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #barnaby b beagle

[smolcuriouskitten]

"Wait its national womens day? Im good with my books, men disappoint me."

#playing with yarn; {ic} #wine and chocolate; {character emotions} #{shes lying she wants to be slutted OUT.}

[breckstonevailskier]

Contrast: The Kidnapping of Jean Lundegaard (Fargo) vs. The Kidnapping of Dot Lyon (Fargo season 5)

I've juxtaposed the two kidnappings so you can see what's similar and what's different.

Initial entry:

What's the same: In both cases, one criminal breaks in through the back while the other comes in through the front door. In the film, Carl breaks in through the back while Gaear breaks in through the front door. In the show, Munch comes in through the back, Ireland enters through the front door.

Point of divergence:

Film: Jean just gawks at Carl like a complete idiot and doesn't react until he breaks the window. Gaear then manages to almost subdue her when he comes in, but she manages to bite his wrist and runs upstairs, intending to hide in the bathroom and try to use the phone to call 911. The kidnappers then follow her upstairs (and also so Gaear can look for ointment).

Show: Dot immediately races upstairs, and hides in the bathroom to lie in wait for the kidnappers. She even uses the yarn she was knitting with as bait to draw them to the bedroom.

Victim getting caught in the bathroom:

What's the same: In both cases, the kidnappers realize that their target is hiding in the bathroom. Upon being found, the victim tries to flee, but ends up falling down the stairs.

What's different:

Film: Jean hides in the bathroom and tries to call 911 before the phone cradle and receiver are yanked away from her. Gaear and Carl break down the door. They enter, and Carl leaves to check other rooms after initially thinking Jean escaped out the window. Gaear raids the cabinets looking for ointment. As he finds what he's looking for, he realizes that Jean is hiding in the shower. At this, Jean tries to flee, but gets the shower curtain caught around her. Unable to see, she ends up missing a step, tumbles down the stairs and gets knocked out.

Show: Dot lies in wait for her kidnappers. When Ireland opens the door upon realizing where she might be, she immediately burns his face with an improvised flamethrower made from hairspray and a lighter, in other words, giving Ireland the "Harry from Home Alone blowtorch special". 😉 She then similarly brandishes her flamethrower on Munch to keep him at bay while she tries to run, only to trip on a laundry basket and tumble down the stairs.

Subduing victim for good:

What's the same: The two kidnappers come downstairs and check on their unconscious victim.

What's different:

Film: With Jean unconscious, it's easy for Gaear and Carl to grab her and put her in their Cierra to drive off.

Show: Dot was not knocked unconscious by the fall. She plays possum until the kidnappers come downstairs to check on her. As Munch grabs her by the legs, she suddenly grabs one of Scotty's ice skates and uses it to slash Munch's left cheek and taking off part of his left ear as well. The two manage to corner her in the kitchen, and Dot surrenders only now as it's clear she no longer has the upper hand.

Real TLDR of this whole thing: Well, I'll let Munch describe it best. "You say housewife, so I bring one guy. You say tiger... that's a different guy. Cost you three times."

#fargo #fargo season 5 #dot lyon #dorothy lyon #jean lundegaard #carl showalter #gaear grimsrud #donald ireland #ole munch #sam spruell #juno temple #steve buscemi #peter stormare #Kristin Rudrüd #devon bostick

[iloveslllycatss]

hi pookie!! 😈😈 im v annoying and i love sending my pookies my brainrot so today i chose you:))

bachira who immediately jumps on you after a game, and kissing you thousands of times.

bachira who gets you guys matching sweaters sometimes nice...sometimes corny

bachira who tried to learn how to croquet "KEYWORD: TRIED" he was trying to make you a lil teddy for your birthday failed and ended upo getting you chocolates and wtv you want:(( you kissed him over and over as a thnkyou for his hard work

bachira who licks the icing of the side of your lips or nose after you eat icecream

isagi who takes these pics of you when he be third whealing:(( :

AHAHQAHAHAHAHAAHKASJRJKASHFRJHASKJDFHAKSJHFJKASHFKJASHFJKASHFJKSHF BACHIRA BRAIN ROT GOES HARD

𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮

𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺……… 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪 😞

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 𝘣𝘢𝘤���𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦. (𝘫𝘴𝘱), 𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘤 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 😞

✯ you love bachira. he’s yours, and your his. no one can come between that.

✯ …..except yourselves……. and your stupid ass thoughts 😞 

“meguru are u sure we aren’t gonna die?”

“no…. but atleast we’ll die together!!”

✯ like, there was this one time, you guys thought it’d be a good idea to fake-get married…. but your boyfriend INSISTED on being the bride. why?, you may ask

“PLEASE Y/N I JUST WANNA BE PRETTY…” 

“you already are megs”

“NO.”

✯ isagi got that whole play-argument on video……… your instagram blew up after he posted it.

✯ there was this other time, where he tried to learn how to crochet so he could make you a teddy bear….

✯ that yarn deserved a better life tbh.

✯ he TRIED to make it, and at first he thought he was doing so good but he ended up knotting it all wrong and the yarn started to split.

✯ he fr cried when it didn’t work 😞

✯ he ended up just buying u chocolates and flowers 😞 

✯ another time, he tried buying u matching sweaters…….

✯ never trust him to go clothes shopping again.

✯ the sweaters were salt and pepper… and it literally said “your the salt to my pepper” and “your the pepper to my salt” 

✯ ……….. you returned them behind his back and told him that it was probably lost.

✯ also, the second he sees you after he plays a game….. 

✯ kisses. hugs. EVERYWHERE. 

“BABY WE WON WE WON”

“NSIDDI MEGS I CANT BREATHE”

✯ one time after a game, this mf JUMPED ON YOU. and he got confused when u fell 🤬

✯ whenever you, bachira, isagi and a couple other players hang out, you and bachira were play fighting

✯ the whole. fucking time.

✯ isagi one time, he made a fan page about you two on instagram as a joke and posted all the pictures he got of you two when he was third wheeling

✯ it blew up.

✯ it blew up like HELLA.

✯ isagi decided to keep the account instead of deleting it, why? u may ask

✯ he was literally making money off of u two 😞

✯ bachira still doesn’t know isagi owns that account.

“hey bachira, i ate a good meal with those 20 dollars u and y/n got for me”

“wym ‘u and y/n got for me’?”

“ahahahahaha……. nothing”

✯ there was this time when u got ice cream with your boyfriend

✯ mf licked ice cream off your nose and lips…….

“meguru what are u doING DMDKFDK”

“oh wait baby i missed a spot”

✯ piggyback rides. all the time.

✯ you always find a way to JUMP ON HIS BACK.

✯ he doesn’t care tho, he just goes with it 😭 

✯ hes just the perfect boyfriend tbh.

✯ 10/10

i want a bachira in my life 💔

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞

#runa ⭐️ writes #bachira x y/n #bachira x reader #bachira x you #bachira meguru #bachira my beloved #bllk bachira #bachira fluff #bachira <3 #meguru bachira #blue lock meguru bachira #bllk #bllk x y/n #bllk x reader #bllk x gou #bachira crack #bachira headcanons #bachira hcs #blue lovk #blue lock #bluelock x reader #bluelock x you

[melonthesprigatito]

Word Girl Villains Christmas Headcanons

Rhyme's favourite Christmas movies are Olive the Other Reindeer because there is a con man penguin in it and Elf because she thinks it's amusing that the secretary that appears in a few scenes sounds almost exactly like her, almost as though they're both voiced by the same person * cough* Amy Sedaris *cough*

All the villains prefer not to watch Home Alone because it doesn't even well for the burglars in that movie. They dread the day Word Girl watches it in case it gives her any ideas.

Tobey uses his giant robots to hang mistletoe in every place he can think of in the hopes he can catch Word Girl under one. Maybe THIS time he'll finally get a kiss. Hopefully. Tobey also tries to introduce the bad guys to mince pies, aka the Classic British Christmas Food™ but they're all either confused or disappointed that there's no actual meat in them. Tobey ends up being exasperated by the constant "So why's it called a MINCE pie if there's no mince in it???" questions.

The villains are low key worried that Tobey, Victoria and Eileen will end up on the naughty list because of their evil activities, so Leslie makes sure they have a few presents for them just in case.

Granny May knits ugly Christmas sweaters for everyone. Unless they want to spend Christmas tied up in a giant ball of yarn, they have to wear them. No exceptions. Ms Question is totally cool with this because she already wears a sweater that she stitched a question mark into as her villain outfit so she appreciates the thought and effort that went into making them.

Lady Redundant Woman is ABSOLUTELY one of those retail workers that hates Christmas because of the customers and the Christmas music playing on repeat at the copying store. Doesn't help that Dave loves the holidays and is EXTRA cheerful this time of year.

The Villains Society decide to enforce a ban on committing any real crimes for the duration of the holiday season, because they realised that they'd rather not spend Christmas or New Year's in a jail cell. So instead...

Dr Two Brains starts turning things into cheese... so he can donate it to food banks. Word Girl wonders how the heck he managed to give away cheese to other people without pissing off Squeaky, and he's like "Well, I ordered a new cheese ray from Evil Monthly Magazine and they sent me a ray for GOAT'S CHEESE ray, can you believe it?! And they wouldn't give me a refund! Might as well get my money's worth!"

Chuck breaks into the mall at night.... Because he wants to be first in line to visit the mall Santa, might as well get there early.

Ms Question hits several people with her confusion ray... but it turns out that them being stuck in a state where they're questioning what gifts they should get got other people actually helped them to make a decision once it wore off.

Mr Big hypnotises a crowd... to organise a bunny themed Christmas parade. When the people are unhypnotised, they're just more disappointed that they missed the parade because they weren't conscious during hypnosis.

Rhyme and Reason head to the park and Rhyme freezes the entire lake... and people have a blast skating on the new ice rink. The civilians are actually annoyed when Word Girl tries to apprehend her and she gets called a Scrooge.

Word Girl is flabbergasted because they're doing things that are technically illegal, but not necessarily EVIL. And people are a lot more forgiving of the "crimes" than they normally are this time of year so Word Girl just let's them off with a warning. Amazing Rope Guy somehow gets arrested anyway but they let him go because "Hey, it's Christmas"

The villains throw a huge Christmas party (funded by Mr Big), and they even invite Word Girl. They also include her in their Secret Santa. She gets a Pretty Princess figure from Leslie. Amazing Rope Guy gets a fucking Key to the City from Word Girl because it was last minute so she panicked and grabbed the first thing she could see in her hideout.

D.A Sally Botsford is surprised to find a Christmas card signed by all the villains in the mail.

To make a long story short about Rhyme and Reason's childhood for this next headcanon, Rhyme was abandoned by her parents in space, she crashed landed on Earth, grew up in an orphanage, was ostracized by her entire town because of her powers and was singled out/bullied by her orphanage caretaker.

At Christmas, Rhyme would always end up on the Naughty List. Not because she was bad, but because her caretaker would intercept the letter and send her a return letter saying that she was a bad girl and she would NEVER get on the nice list. Rhyme was always the only kid in the orphanage who didn't get any presents. But she never lost hope because she just knew that if she tried hard enough, she could be on the nice list next year, so she never stopped believing in Santa.

Meanwhile Reason's parents... Weren't very involved in his life. They gave him the bare minimum of attention so he basically was forced to mature early and learn to take care of himself. So Santa wasn't really a thing in their household because they couldn't be bothered.

Reason never believed in Santa but he never told any of the other kids in the town because he didn't want to ruin the magic for them. Every year Reason saw Rhyme be heartbroken on Christmas Day and it killed him inside because he wished he could just tell her that her orphanage caretaker was deliberately ruining Christmas but he didn't want to destroy her hopes and dreams by breaking the news to her and destroy her belief in Santa Claus.

So, on the last year before Rhyme was too old for Santa to visit, Reason took drastic measures. He spent months saving up his allowance to buy presents for Rhyme and on Christmas Eve, he broke into the orphanage and found Rhyme's stocking. He got rid of the coal and filled it with the presents he bought. On Christmas morning Rhyme came down the stairs to find her stocking filled with presents, and a new letter from "Santa" saying that she was always on the nice list, but her caretaker stole her presents and made it look like he gave her coal.

Rhyme later excitedly showed her presents to Reason and ranted about how she KNEW there was something fishy going on with the naughty list and she was so relieved that Santa finally managed to put a stop to the sabotage. It wasn't until well into their supervillain careers that Reason told her what REALLY happened that night.

#wordgirl #wordgirl headcanons #wordgirl villains #wordgirl rhyme #wordgirl reason #tobey mcallister iii #dr two brains #wordgirl mr big #wordgirl leslie #lady redundant woman #ms question #granny may #chuck the evil sandwich making guy #eileen the birthday girl #victoria best #sally botsford #amazing rope guy

[cloudspotterclub]

drama club (r.l.)

Pairing: remus x fem!reader

Summary: You're preparing for a starring role in a play this coming summer while navigating your feelings for Remus. When you elect your friend Sirius to run lines with you, misunderstandings occur and you find yourself in more drama than you asked for.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: all crack, fluff, friends to lovers, idiots in love, terrible shakespeak, reader and sirius are theater kids

a/n: I had a blast writing this one, it's a fun time.

“Ah, but that’s whither thou art mistaken! She’s not mine mother—she’s mine sister!”

“Wait, hold on, I slept with your sister? That’s disgusting, I’m supposed to be fifty.” Remus frowned, flipping through his script. 

You groaned, “Rem, that’s, like, the fifth time you’ve broken character in the last ten minutes.”

“Because it’s a terrible script, Y/N. Nobody’s going to buy this story.”

“I know,” you huffed, “but I’m already on thin ice because I’m joining rehearsals a month late this summer. What am I gonna do, send them an owl asking for rewrites?”

“Alright, fine.”

You smiled, resuming your dramatic stance. “Ah, but that’s whither thou art mistaken! She’s not mine mother—she’s mine sister!”

Remus cringed as he attempted to get through his line. “That can’t be—beest? Uh, that can’t beest true! If ‘t be true mine family findeth out about this, they’ll for su—forsooth leaveth me.”

You giggled at his awkward delivery. You always found it touching, the way Remus would indulge you even if he found no joy in your passions.

You threw your script onto Remus’ bed. “Okay, you obviously hate this. We can work on something else.”

“That’s not true, I don’t hate it,” Remus bit his lip. He felt a little guilty for being so dull and critical about something you loved. What was it Sirius had called him? A stiff.

“Come on, Rem, there’s no need to lie. It’s totally fine, I need to work on Charms anyway, and you’re the best study partner,” you smiled, patting the spot on his bed next to you.

Remus took his place beside you as you began flipping through your notes. It wasn’t exactly a lie, he thought. He didn’t hate the part where he got to be around you.

“Right, so I was still having some trouble with the knitting charm in class, did you manage to figure that out?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Here, it’s like this,” Remus gestured with his wand and the needles in front of you began to hover and lace the yarn together.

“You make it look so easy,” you said, admiring the side of his face.

Remus turned red as he caught your gaze. “Um, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it. Try it.”

After half an hour of tangling and untangling the knots you’d made, you were finally seeing a semblance of a garment begin to take shape.

You let your mind drift as you watched the needles work. “Do you think it was dumb of me to sign up for that play last winter?”

“No, of course not. You love acting and plays and musicals. Why would it be dumb?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed, “I guess it feels kind of unimportant in the grand scheme of things. It’s just some silly form of muggle entertainment.”

Remus nudged you with his shoulder. “We have wizard plays too, you know.”

“I know. It’s just—what if this is the life I want for me? Am I dreaming too small? I love magic, but I just don’t think I’m fit to be an auror or a potioneer or even a professor.”

Remus considered this for a moment. “I think when you pursue your own dreams, you have to be a little willing to sacrifice the comfort of others. It’s your life, Y/N. I say do as you wish, not as is expected of you.”

You cocked your head at him. “That would take an awful lot of courage.”

“How lucky are we that you have no shortage of that, then,” he flashed you a smile that made your head go fuzzy.

Remus had a way of catching you off guard in your most vulnerable moments. He might not understand why you enjoyed loudly parading around the hallways with James and Sirius or how you could revel in being under the spotlight on stage, but no one else made you feel understood the way he did. It was one of the many, many things you adored about him.

“How is it that I ramble on for ages and never get a coherent point across, while you say ten words that are somehow exactly what I need to hear?”

“We all have our talents,” Remus mused. “I could never do what you do, Y/N.”

“What, recite some lines from a poorly-written play?” You snorted, “Even Padfoot could do that. I wouldn’t exactly say it’s something you should strive for.”

Remus laughed. “No, you’re right. What was I thinking? Wanting to be anything like Sirius? I must be out of my mind.”

The two of you dissolved into a fit of giggles. You loved Sirius, but he did open your eyes to the downfalls of hanging on to your youth for a tad too long. You could only spend so much time around him and James before your energy was drained.

“Still, he’s probably a better scene partner than me. You should ask him to read with you,” Remus suggested.

You knew he was right, but you were still a little disappointed. “I guess. But you’ll still be my study partner?”

Remus smiled at you warmly, “Of course.”

You took in his pretty amber eyes, which were glinting with sincerity. You could get lost in them for hours if you weren’t careful.

Remus suddenly looked up as he remembered something. “Um, Y/N, speaking of studying—”

“Oh, crap, my knitting!”

~

“Siri!”

The raven-haired boy looked up to see you running into the common room, an absurdly long scarf dragging behind you.

He howled with laughter as you nearly tripped onto him. “Blimey, Y/N, what is that?”

You quickly worked to remove yourself from the tangle of knitted yarn that had somehow wrapped around your legs. “I was working on the knitting charm. Will you read through some scenes with me?”

Sirius raised his eyebrows in amusement. “That depends, what will I get in return?”

“My love and admiration.”

He scoffed, “Why would I desire things I already have endless amounts of?”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, you can have this stupid scarf.”

He stroked his chin, pretending to consider the offer. “Hm, a tempting proposition. Make a fool of myself in exchange for a monstrosity of a scarf.”

Suddenly, he slammed his hand on the arm of his chair. “I’ll take it!”

“Oh, thank god,” you said, pushing the scarf into his hands.

He draped the garment over himself with a flourish, posing as though he was having his portrait taken. “What do you think, Y/N? Irresistible, huh?”

“Irresistibly punchable, maybe,” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

You flashed him a grin. “I said you’re perfect for the role. You don’t even need to get in character. Let’s go, drama queen.”

You and Sirius merrily made your way to the grassy fields by the lake, settling in a spot a little further away from where a few other students congregated.

Remus was right—Sirius was the perfect scene partner. He leaned into every line, not the least bit hesitant to play the promiscuous duke your character was supposed to be in love with.

“How could I ever beest with thee after thee hadst amorous rite with mine sister?” You read angrily, pushing a finger against Sirius’ chest.

Sirius shrugged, putting on a heavy olden accent, “In mine defense, I bethought the lady wast thy mother.”

“How could thee pursue the daughter of a mistress thee laid?”

“I suppose thee could sayeth I has’t a type.”

Your face scrunched up at the script in your hands. “Rem was right. This is awful writing. I can’t believe I’m supposed to be in love with this guy.”

“What are you talking about? This duke character is hilarious,” Sirius said, shaking his head. “Come on, let’s at least get to page seventy-eight.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, flipping to the page in question. You soon saw the reason Sirius suggested that scene. “I am not going to kiss you, Siri.”

“Damn. It was worth a shot, eh?” He dramatically threw himself onto the ground. “But of course no one has a chance with you as long as Moony’s around.”

Your eyes widened as you dropped down next to him and threw your palm over his mouth. “Shh! What if someone hears you?”

“Ee noh luh eh-eeh-uh do-suh nuh uh-eh-ee.”

You removed your hand from his mouth, wiping it on your shirt. “What?”

“It’s not like everyone doesn’t know already,” he said casually.

“He doesn’t,” you grumbled.

“Right,” Sirius said doubtfully. “You’d play your role a lot more convincingly if you acted as in love with the duke as you are with Remus.”

“Are you seriously giving me acting notes?”

“Isn’t that the point of rehearsing?”

“Ugh. Yes.” You ran a hand over your face. “Okay, I think I just need to warm up before doing the actual scene. I have this other script from another cheesy romantic play I did the summer after fourth year. It’s not a period piece, but it’ll help channel my emotions. Let’s try a scene from there.”

Sirius scanned the document you handed him. “Which character am I?”

“Aiden. Page sixty-one, line seven.”

Sirius sat cross-legged in front of you and took a breath. “Penny, it’s not too late for us. We can run away, start a new life outside of this small town.”

You shut your eyes, picturing Remus’ face. “I want nothing more than to be with you, Aiden, but my family—”

Sirius gripped your hand, giving you a pleading look. “To hell with them, Penny! You deserve to be treated better than that. You deserve the world, and I’m right here asking that you let me give it to you.”

You looked down and shook your head, tears forming in your eyes. “I wish it was that simple. They’ll come after us, they’ll hurt you.”

Sirius delicately placed a hand on your chin, coaxing you to meet his eyes. “I’m never going to let them get you, darling. Penny, I—I love you.”

You quietly sniffled as a small smile made its way onto your face. “You love me?”

“More than you know,” Sirius said with certainty.

“And scene!” You grinned, wiping the snot off your face. “Wow, that was great, Siri. I really felt that one.”

Sirius leaned back on his elbows, blowing air out of his mouth. “Careful, doll, don’t lose yourself in the character. Might just fall in love with me.”

You snorted. “Please, I was picturing Remus the whole time. Good job, though, you’re a natural. You sure you don’t wanna join me in my next production?”

Sirius gave you a pointed look. “If I was onstage, I’m afraid nobody would even notice the other actors.”

“Thank you for reminding me why I can’t spend extended periods of time around you,” you said mockingly. “I’m gonna go find Rem, you staying here?”

Sirius was already lying down in the shade with his eyes closed, using the folded up scarf as a pillow. “Mhmm.”

“Alright, thanks Pads. I’ll find you when I need to run lines again.”

“That’s gonna cost another scarf,” he mumbled.

~

Remus paced in his room, replaying the scene he’d just witnessed.

He had gone out to the lake like many other students had, intending to soak up the warm rays of sun that Hogwarts hardly ever saw this time of year. He had spotted you and Sirius standing nearby, and he was about to approach you when he realized you were reading through a scene. He stood back and watched, entertained by the lively gestures the two of you were making.

After some time, you seemed to have ended the scene, as Sirius had theatrically dropped to the ground, with you following soon after. Remus watched as the two of you continued to chat, but things took a turn when Sirius sat up and took your hand. Remus knew for a fact those stage directions weren’t in your script, as he’d read the whole thing over dozens of times. He became increasingly distraught when you began crying and Sirius caressed your face. That definitely wasn’t in the script.

No matter how hard he thought about it, Remus couldn’t figure out what was going on. He’d felt his heart clench at the close proximity between you and his friend, and he quickly made his way back to the dorms, not wanting to witness any more of it.

Since then, Remus had wracked his brain trying to decipher what he saw. He was nowhere near getting answers when you burst through the door.

“Hi, Rem!” you piped cheerfully.

Remus felt like a deer in headlights. “Oh, hi, Y/N. Where’ve you been?”

You took in his slightly disheveled appearance. His hair was a little more mussed than usual, which usually happened as a result of him tugging at it when he was trying to solve a tough equation. One side of his collar was tucked in while the other stuck up over his sweater vest, as if he’d been pulling on it.

“I was reading lines with Siri by the lake,” you said slowly. “Are you alright, Rem?”

“I—no, actually,” he stuttered.

You took a concerned step towards him, gently tucking his collar back into place. “What’s wrong? Is it the moon?”

Remus removed your hands from his collar, shaking slightly. “No, it’s not the moon. It’s just—I went by the lake earlier and thought I saw you crying. Did Sirius say something to you?”

You sighed in relief, “Oh, no, Rem, I was acting. That was just part of the scene.”

Remus didn’t seem convinced, leaning down and softly squeezing your shoulders. “You don’t have to protect him, Y/N. I know that wasn’t part of the play.”

“Well, no, but—”

Remus pressed on, “Is there something between the two of you? You were sitting really close to each other, and he was holding your hand and touching your face—”

“What? No—”

“Do you like him? Is that why you were crying? Did he turn you down? He’s a right git if he did and if he hurt you I promise I’ll—”

“Remus!” you shouted, tugging at his sleeve.

Remus went silent, surprise replacing the worry on his face.

You locked your gaze on him. “Remus, you’re misunderstanding. Yes, we had finished running lines from my upcoming play by then. But what you saw next was us reading through a different play I was in a couple years ago. I was just trying to draw inspiration, that’s all.”

Remus’ cheeks turned a rosy pink. “So…you’re not in love with Sirius?”

You nearly choked with laughter. “Why does everyone think I could be in love with Sirius?”

Remus was at a loss. “On the surface, you’re quite similar, outgoing and social and you play off of each other quite well—”

“You’re the git if you think I could ever have feelings for him, Remus,” you interrupted.

Remus took his hands off of your shoulders. “Oh. I’m sorry for jumping to unfounded conclusions, then.”

“You should be,” you teased, “For someone as brilliant as you, you sure can come up with some funny ideas.”

He grinned sheepishly. “Guess you spoke too soon about me saying all the right things.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “No, I still think that’s true. You have a knack for being charming even when you’ve been an utter idiot, Remus Lupin.”

At that, Remus blushed even harder. He cleared his throat, “So, uh, did you manage to tap into your character?”

“Yeah, I did. I think I know how to approach the role now. I just needed a new perspective.”

“And what kind of perspective is that?”

Your eyes darted away from his face. “Well, I drew some inspiration from real life. Good ol’ method acting, you know?”

Remus frowned, tilting his head. “What do you mean? I thought you said you weren’t in love with Sirius.”

You gulped. “Uh—yeah, no, I’m not. I’m not in love with Sirius per se.”

Remus’ voice cracked as that familiar dread crept into his veins, “So you’re in love with someone else. Who?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, cheeks flaming. “Are you really gonna make me say it?”

“Yes. I want to know, Y/N.”

“God damn it.” You took a deep breath. “It’s you, Remus. I’m in love with you,” you said, exasperated.

Remus froze. “What?”

You ran a hand through your hair in embarrassment. “Have you lost your hearing now?”

“No, I just—I’m not sure I believe that,” he said with wide eyes.

You groaned, “Fuck’s sake, Rem.”

You launched yourself forward, grabbing his face and kissing him. Remus let out a startled noise before returning the kiss, arms snaking around your waist. You whimpered a little as you felt his fingers dig into your hips.

After a while, you pulled away to catch your breath. “Now do you believe me?”

Remus nodded, grinning despite being a little dazed. “Yeah,” he said under his breath, “can we do that again?”

“Only if you say you love me too.”

“I know I’ve said a lot of stupid things today,” Remus’ eyes glittered as he looked at you, “But darling, I would be a right fool to not be in love with you.”

Your knees nearly buckled as he leaned down to meet your lips once more.

“Y/N,” he said in between kisses, “how busy are you gonna be with your play? Don’t know if I can go the whole summer without seeing you.”

Your lips turned up. “I think I have an idea for how you can be in the play with me.”

~

“I swear by my christendom to love thee until the end of days. Until the sun ceases shining and the sky goeth dark, I wilt keepeth thee by mine side.”

The audience erupted into applause as the curtains closed. You joined the rest of the cast as you took your final bows.

A few minutes later, you spotted Sirius in the crowd and ran over to hug him.

“That was absolutely brilliant! You completely stole the show, the duke was so dull,” he said, handing you a small bouquet.

You beamed, “Aw, Siri, thank you. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Sirius looked over your shoulder, his smile growing. “Ah, but here comes the real star of the show. Moony! You killed it, mate!”

You turned to see Remus wobbling over to you, apologizing to patrons as his branches smacked against their heads. You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked upon the over-the-top tree costume that covered every inch of the lanky boy, except for his face which poked out of a hole in the middle.

“Thanks, Sirius,” he said after he finally reached the two of you. “I must say I’m quite humiliated.”

You gave his trunk a light smack. “You were great, babe, everybody’s talking about your authentic portrayal of oaks.”

“Yeah. Tall and wooden,” Sirius remarked, nearly doubling over in laughter.

You ignored him, turning to your now-boyfriend. “Thank you for doing this with me, Rem.”

Remus sighed, but he couldn’t help the smile on his face. “It was worth it seeing how good you were up there. I think you were even better than in rehearsals.”

“Aw, are you beginning to grow fond of the art form now?”

Remus frowned down at himself. “I wouldn’t go that far. I’m just glad I got to spend time with you.”

You giggled, “Me too. Now, let’s get you out of that costume, huh?”

Sirius snickered, “Woah, save that for the bedroom, guys.”

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus x reader #remus x you #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #marauders #marauders era #harry potter #drama club #crack #remus lupin x y/n #remus x y/n

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World’s End Club Headcanon Masterpost (The Go-Getters)

Cheers to the first post of 2024!!!

In General

They all have an aptly named “Ice cream day”, in which they ride off to the nearest ice cream shop to get their favorite flavors. And if you’re curious, here are each of their fave flavors:

Reycho- Caramel Banana

Vanilla- Vanilla Bean Marshmallow (Obviously)

Kansai- Tiger Milk Tea

Chuko- Cheesecake

Mowchan- Everything But The Kitchen Sink

Nyoro- Strawberries and Cream

Aniki- Toasted Oatmeal

Pai- Maple Bacon

Tattsun- Dragonfruit

Pochi- Neopolitan

Jennu- Ube

Yuki- Frosted Sugar Cookie

Each of them has a friendship bracelet- each having charms of their favorite things. Ex- Reycho has a Fist, Vanilla has a Marshmallow, Pochi has an MP3 Player, Nyoro has a robot, Mowchan has a burger, Chuko has a chili pepper, Tattsun has an Electro Rangers mask, Kansai has a ball and bat, Pai has a flower, Aniki has a guitar, Jennu has Comedy and Tragedy masks, and Yuki has a snowflake.

When it comes to crafting, they have an entire shack when it comes to it. They even invite other kids from around to join in!

Reycho

He’s currently getting baseball lessons from Kansai.

He loves drawing- a lot. Especially when it comes to sports!

He uses sign language to communicate with his friends.

Vanilla

She is quite good at sewing little dolls of yarn!

She enjoys a good storybook or two- especially picture ones.

Dressing up is one of her biggest interests- she also loves taking bubble baths after long days.

Pochi

He’s got a connection to animals- especially dogs. He loves puppies most of all.

He and Reycho moved in with Vanilla and Aniki after the main story, so they’re part of the family.

Not just that, he often invites the others to play video games together and share snacks.

Nyoro

She is arguably the BEST at drawing in the group- all the drawings of blueprints had to start somewhere!

She designs bead jewelry and keychains for her friends to give on their birthdays.

It took a long time for her to forgive her dad, but she did it in giving him a bag keychain she made herself.

Mowchan

He works at food drives so he can spread happiness to those who need it the most.

He makes his own “Secret Sauce”, which is Mayo, ketchup, a bit of soy sauce, a handful of spices, salt, pepper, and a dash of hot sauce.

His parents definitely own a local restaurant.

Chuko

She absolutely HATES bullies. And whenever she sees an innocent person being bullied, she decides to stand up for them.

Her comfort food is definitely anything with cheese. Especially pasta with said ingredient.

She won’t hesitate to jump into action when someone is in danger.

Tattsun

He has an entire collection of comic and manga books at home, mostly ones of Shonen anime.

He has Electro Ranger suits for all of his friends in his closet in case they need to wear them to a convention.

One of his most prized collectibles is a limited edition comic con exclusive Power Rangers Megazord toy.

Kansai

He collects baseball cards. Enough said.

He keeps an entire pack of bubblegum on him for emergencies.

He often invites the others to baseball games at their local park to play together.

Pai

She is an expert in babysitting and always packs extra clothing for everyone when they go on trips.

She loves taking long walks and photographing beautiful animals!

She can write little notes for the ghosts she sees to read.

Aniki

He really wants to take horseback riding lessons with his sister.

He lets his sister stick bows and clips into his hair- and one time even a whole bonnet!

He’s a massive fan of rock music and knows how to play the guitar.

Jennu

She makes her own costumes in her big sis’ honor.

She trades little trinkets with Nyoro as well as designs!

Her favorite musical is Hairspray.

Yuki

Soft pillows and fluffy pajamas are two of her favorite things in the world.

A good book is one of her favorite interests.

She loves tobogganing in the snow, as well as snowball fights! She loves it especially when the gang has them in the park.

#my Headcanons #Headcanons #world’s end club #wec #death March club #dmc #reycho #vanilla #pochi #nyoro #mowchan #chuko #tattsun #Kansai #pai #aniki #Jennu #Yuki

[eating-the-inedible]

Here is a list of the inedibles that will be in this bracket

Lava

Orbeez

Orange Joe (fictional "beverage" that's a combination of orange juice and coffee)

Doll shoes

Dirt

Pen caps

Mercury

Watermelon tourmaline

Comet/scouring powder

Moss

Paper towels

Play-Doh

Drywall

Marbles

CD

DVD

Dice

Kinetic Sand

Coins 

Fiberglass insulation

3DS Stylus

Plastic Bottle Cap

Chapstick

Babybell Cheese Wax

Paper

Bouncy ball

Human meat

Venus (planet)

Cascade dishwasher pods

Acrylic Paint

Magnets

Molten glass

Pens

Sea glass

Silica gel packet

Leaves

Cocoa butter lotion

Antifreeze

Pencil Toppers, the lil eraser things

Sand

Tumbled amethyst

Rubber Ducks

The rubber balls from the game Cranium Cariboo

Polly pocket clothes

Poison Dart Frog

Snow

0.1 uF Film Capacitor

The sun

Metal

Eraser

Tide pods

Phone charger wire

Those free wooden pencils you get at ikea (just the wood shell not the lead)

Liquid nitrogen

Aquarium gravel

the weird science juice in the beakers in those stock images

Origami star

Styrofoam cup

Sticky note

Collar of shirt

This submission form

Plastic straws

Glow sticks

Oil paintings

Candle wax

Glass

Nickel sulfate solution/Nickel plating solution

Silicone wristbands

Seatbelt

The wax paper under your Poutine

Forearm (doesn't have to be one's own)

Asbestos

Candy wrapper

“Okay so technically this is edible but I’ve had urges to just take a huge bite out of certain sea creatures before. Like just a chunk from an orca or dolphin or great white or seal, etc.”

“Those stupid wooden spoons”

Furbies

Scotch tape

Artificial grapes (the wax/plastic ones for display)

phone

THE FLESH OF MY ENEMIES

Crystals

Fire

The goo inside  Stretch Armstrong

Headphone wire

Raw steak

Art

Small colorful rubber bands 

Tinfoil

Pencil lead

Cattails (the plant)

Foamy soap

Liquid soap

Bar soap

Flourite

Shiny rocks

Grass

A hunk of random fish swimming by

A live goldfish

Toothpaste

Styrofoam

Price Tag Fasteners

The moon

Pool noodles

Smol frog

Destroying angel mushroom

the smoke coming out of the grain refineries two Mike's out of Gary, Indiana, Usa

Popsicle sticks

Cardboard

My hat

The tiny rocks in school playgrounds

Gasoline

Blue laundry detergent

Spray foam insulation

Battery corrosion

Fiber optic cables

Packing peanuts

Your mother

Pond water

Dry ice

Alkali metals

Chocolate shampoo

Ping pong ball

Bricks, like the stuff you'd build with. Minecraft bricks even, if you want

Hoodie drawstrings

Horse treats

Chalk

Copper (II) Sulphate Water / Blue Science Rock + Blue Science Juice

Ink

Floam

Fabric Paint

Oil paint

that one art piece of the banana taped to the wall

the hotdog somebody encased in resin

“the thin lego plates not the base plates but like the lego piece thats like 2x8 and they kinda look like hershey chocolate bar pieces”

One of those little hamsters

Model magic

Battery Acid (the drink)

manchineel apple

Rubber band ball

The lava lamp liquid

Blood

Rosin

Wax apples

That cake decoration that came with your slice and you're like 90% sure it's not edible... but what if ?

Soap bubble

Lush cosmetics' products

Plushies

Strawberry Shortcake's dolls with scented hair

Wood

Glue

Salt lamp

People who think children are not worth their consideration

Tarmac

Shampoo

Pennies

Poisonous berries

Chunky soft yarn

Crayons 

Rock

“whatever the Chuck E Cheese Ticket Muncher Machine is eating (it's not the tickets) (or the sound itself but that's neither a solid nor a liquid so this is just kind of holding hands with the hypothetical ticket muncher food)”

Snow globe liquid

Chisel tip whiteboard marker

Raw dough

Raw fuckin cactus. alive

Grape agate

Car seat

Succulents

Keys

Lock pick

Scrub daddy

Molten sugar 

Allergens

Lightning bolts

“Bark dust. Like the dirt/bark dust that's under the bark chips on a playground. Not the chips themselves. The dust.”

Clear deodorant

Apple earbud wires

Eggshells

Squinkies

Hello kitty sweatshirt zipper

Preshredded mozzarella cheese

Scrap metal

Rose

All of the rocks at a crystal shop

Origami polyhedron model

Bubbles mixture

Cupcake liners

Hair gel

Curtain rods

Incense sticks

Incense cones

Metal thing that attaches eraser to pencil

Windshield wiper fluid

Plastic pencil grips

Wooden ice cream spoon

Book

Tree

The liquid in levels

Vanilla extract

Aroace flag

Coil incense

California state testing “next question” button

Spackle

Forbidden coal iron french fries

Garage doors that look like chocolate bars

Plastic takeout box

Velvet

Weird anime girl hair

Freezable gel ice pack

Clouds

Necklace chains

Nail polish

Pencil Shavings

Pool floats

Bao Dumpling

Spray deodorant

0.1 uF Ceramic Capacitor

Vanillish (Pokémon)

Fondant

Really fancy pillars

Computers

Favorite song

Tumblr

“THE LITTLE ORBS IN THE MOUSE (aka trackballs)”

“Any cutesy anime character like Chopper or Pikachu”

Wooden fan blades

Balsa wood sticks

Those blankets that look like tortillas

Microwave

Milk and golden honey softsoap

Batteries

1x2 lego pieces

Light bulbs

Slightly melted lounge chair

Cork (the material)

Pineapple coke

Fingernails 

Sparkly lipgloss

Race Car Tire Marble

Gold trophies

Konjac sponge

Shirt

Mandy the Slayer / Orange Spyderco Dragonfly Knife

Malachite

Heater

Glasses Temples

Typewriter keys

EVA foam

Airplane

Sword

Crumbs in the couch

Children

My wife's arm/shoulder

Records

Yellow ACE bandages

Neon Signs

Scented candles

#Im pretty sure i included everything that was submitted #eating the inedible #not a poll #sorry this is a bit chunky #masterlist of inedibles