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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 6: Bondage

Bondage [Puppeteer X GN!Afab Reader]

[Warnings: bondage, praise, gentle dom, creampie, MINORS DNI]

[AN: Admittedly I don’t,,, feel that great about this one but man I am so exhausted rn. 804 words <3.]

Reblogs are appreciated!

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You dare not to move too strongly for fear that the golden threads might cut you. Your legs are pressed hard inwards, knees bent as they bind you together, your arms tightly clenched at your sides rendering you motionless. You were entirely at his mercy and you could tell that he was more than infatuated with it.

“Look at you, such a pretty little toy with your legs spread wide open for me,” he crooned sweetly as his fingers traced your inner thighs. His other hand was stroking his cock as it pushed against your hole. “You’re gonna take me nice and deep,” he murmured as the head just barely pushed between your lips. He sucked in a sharp breath as he finally pushed into you, his hand pushing against your bound legs.

You let out a soft moan at the feeling of his thick cock finally splitting you open. “Jonathan,” you whispered through the pleasure, wanting so badly to squeeze your legs around his waist. It was futile, the golden threads that laced across your held strong. With a glance of his equally golden eyes, they tightened ever so slightly as if to remind you of your place.

Jonathan looked absolutely in lust with you at that moment. The way that the soft, sunshiny light pooled over your skin and draped over it made him grin. That was his work, his threads that wound around you and bound you so tightly. With a flick of his index finger, the ties around your chest loosened your arms. He groaned deeply as he bottomed out inside of you. “Don’t touch me, pet,” he warned. “Put your hands over your head, wrists facing me.”

You struggled to think straight as his girthy cock throbbed inside of you, his balls pressed warmly against your ass. You wanted him so badly to fill you up in the way that only he could. With a soft squeal, you did as he asked. Your eyes widened with joy as the golden threads snaked around your chest to cup around your nipples and under your arms. With your hands held high above your head, he conjured more threads to loop around your wrists and bind them tightly. Heat rose to your cheeks as you met his gaze.

“Good, good toy,” he moaned softly as he began to thrust into you. His hands rested on both sides of you as he began to rut in. Jonathan didn’t seem like he was in the mood for taking it slow and teasing you as he normally did. He basked in the soft glow of his threads around your body, beautifully rendering you helpless and at the mercy of his touch.

The threads, thin in some places, knotted and thick in others, pressed deep into your skin as he rut into you. Your hole stretched to accommodate him. Arousal gushed between your legs and your moans filled the air. Your muscles ached as you desired to press around him and hold him even harder against you but the restraints held up.

Jonathan mumbled against your flesh, words of love and something softer. He groaned about how beautiful you were in the golden light and just how heavenly your cunt felt squeezing his cock. “I want to cum inside you,” he panted. “I want to fill you up until you can’t take anymore.”

Your eyes rolled upwards as your chest heaved. You could feel the pressure of the threads as you gasped for air. “O-Oh fuck,” you cried out. “I’m gonna-” you cut yourself off with a loud moan, back arching for him. It had only been a few minutes since he had deliciously split you open but the anticipation of wanting him had pushed you over the edge. White hot pleasure spread throughout your body as you came and clenched his cock, eagerly and greedily pulling him in deeper despite the restraints keeping you in your place. Your eyes rolled upwards and you cried out for him.

Jonathan hissed in euphoria as he pressed hard against you. He hilted and squeezed his eyes shut, hands gripping the sheets while he hunched over you. His cock twitched as he thickly rut into you and filled you with his cum, rope after rope, the warmth spilled inside of you until it began to leak back out. He chuckled deeply as he thrusted his hips back and forth, fucking his seed deep into you. “Don’t relax just yet, my love,” he gently said as he began to kiss up your body, his lips pressed softly against your heated flesh and along the lines of his threads. “I know you can still take some more.”

With a playful thrust of his hips, you squeaked. Your body craved him, and you would let yourself devour all he had to give.

#puppeteer scenario #puppeteer headcanon #puppeteer x reader #creepypasta x reader smut #creepypasta scenarios #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta smut #minors dni

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rainbowwyrm · 28 days

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My favorite scene from Clown's recent Makeship commercial

[ID: A digital artwork of Wally Darling and Barnaby B. Beagle standing in the vacuum of space, surrounded by floating debris and three colorful planetary bodies. The black background depicts countless tiny stars that are all arrayed in different colors. Wally conveys an inquisitive expression with his finger pointed towards his mouth. The speech bubble above him reads, "How did we get up here, Barnaby?". In response, Barnaby is seen shrugging his shoulders with his usual smiley expression. The speech bubble above him reads, "Beats me, kid!" as if in a whimsically aloof manner.]

Reblogs are appreciated!

#i can already see it being a meme with both of them somehow getting stuck in different scenarios like the backrooms #also I decided to add the ID to the main caption as well just so ppl don't have to click on the image to read it #my art #welcome home #welcome home horror project #welcome home puppet show #welcome home arg #welcome home fanart #wally darling #wally darling fanart #barnaby b beagle #barnaby b beagle fanart #finished wip #scene redraw #digital art #procreate #wyrm's art

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salsakiyoomi · 10 months

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you know when oikawa’s lying.

there are many tell-tale signs, really — it's with the way he stutters when he begins speaking at first, the way he fiddles with his hands and looks at everything but your eyes, almost as if you’d see right through him if he met your gaze, the way the tips of his ears turn pink the moment he says something even remotely untrue — if it were any other person, they’d think he just lost his wits for a moment and now he’s stumbling over his words, but you know better than that, you've known him for far too long to know better than that.

also, he's just a really bad liar.

“tooru, i know you still didn’t pick a suit for prom.” you tell him bluntly, cutting off his rambling.

he stares at you for a moment before groaning and covering his face, “look! I'm helpless okay!”

an amused smile cracks its way at your lips as you watch him slump on the ground like a child, “i thought you and iwa went to pick out suits last thursday though?"

it's a late afternoon on a saturday and the two of you are sitting in his room, talking as he was sitting on the floor, doodling something on a paper and you were sitting on his bed, laying on your stomach as you swing your legs back and forth.

he stares up at the ceiling, watching the ceiling fan spin as he spreads like a starfish on the floor, “yeah but there were too many options.”

you snort, “what do you mean too many options? It's literally the same black and white tuxedo for every guy out there.”

he shakes his head rolling on his side and he gets a slight view of you laying on the bed above him, “no, i wanna get something different, something nobody else is gonna wear.”

you laugh — tooru oikawa, as always, wanted to stand out within the crowd whether that be with a different tux or a taco suit, he always wanted to be different from everybody else. and it suited him really, he was always a stand off but it's not something you particularly minded.

“well, if it helps.” you begin, “i haven't picked out my dress yet, so we can get matching colors or something.”

at that, oikawa sits up excitedly, “seriously?”

you glance at him and laugh, “yeah, sure why not? it’d be fun.” you roll on your side to face him, “i can get like a black dress while you get a red suit or we can both get red — or or! we can do pink and green or yellow and blue, you know like complimentary color matches.’’

“fuck yeah.” he responds, grinning “but if we do pink and green, im wearing a pink suit — thats something surely no guy is gonna be wearing out there.”

you chuckle, “sure, green is a color i've never worn anyway.”

tooru oikawa has always wanted to stand out, but ever since the day you've met him, he has always stood out, without even trying, that's mainly the reason you've become friends with him — he has always had an attractive personality (and an attractive face, to be fairly honest) that always enticed you to know more about him, so the day you first met him and he invited you out for lunch, of course you couldn't say no.

“oh yeah, by the way,” you say, “have you gotten a prom date yet?”

oikawa shakes his head no, and waves his hand dismissively, “had a few ask me out, i said no.”

you scoff a laugh at the way he talks about the fact that he had girls asking him out so casually, as if its something that happens everyday — which you assume it actually does, given how popular he is at school.

“what about you?” he suddenly asks, and you can’t help but notice the way he chews at his bottom lips, almost as if nervous from what your answer could be.

you reply, “nope.” shaking your head and heaving a sigh, “can you imagine? not a single guy.” you wipe away a fake tear and the both of you laugh.

the moment passes, leaving an air of tranquility settling in behind it.

“i could change that, you know." oikawa murmurs quietly, you wouldn't have heard it if it weren't for the silence in the room.

you can't help but laugh, "seriously, tooru? you couldn't find a less cheesy way to ask me out?"

you can see a slight blush form on his cheeks, and he turns away from you, "shut up, i'm trying here."

but you don't shut up, you continue to laugh, and you move off the bed and next to him on the ground, as you continue to tease him, "i thought you were going out with iwa."

although his back is turned to you, you can tell that he's rolling his eyes at you right now, "that joke is getting so lame."

you chide, cackling, "c'mon, tooru."

a moment passes with him groaning at your banter and you laughing at the way he does so, trailing your hand up and down his arm in a butterfly touch with your fingertips to provoke him.

finally, he turns around to face you, you can see the way his bottom lip is slightly jutted out as a faint red paints his cheeks and his hand grabs your wrist, forcing your fingertips off his shoulder although he longs for your touch — he pins your hand beside your head, and he seems to tower above you a bit, staring down on you and he mutters, "look, i'm serious here."

you stare up at him, your eyes wide and unblinking and your heart beating a little too fast for your own liking and your face is warm and you can't tell if it's because he's too close or if it's because of the sunlight shining on your face.

"serious?" you utter, voice barely above a whisper.

he answers, "only if you say yes." he can't hide it anymore — can't hide the blush that blooms on his cheeks, can't hide the way his heart is beating so fast, the way it always beats so fast when he's around you and he can't help but feel the way the air gets so much hotter when it's just the two of you, like there are matches alight in the atmosphere, he can't hide his feelings for you, not anymore.

"fine, then." you finally say — it's not like you can deny him or yourself either, because you feel the same way and the air is so hot when it's just the two of you.

oikawa has always stood out to you, whether it be when he was in tux suit, or a taco one, or because his hair looked extra good after hair wash day, it didn't matter what it was because he always had something to show off, even without trying.

and now this time, when he's actually trying to show off, he presses his lips against yours in a firm kiss, and he moves them against yours as if it's second nature, like he's done this a thousand times before, and you assume he has but oh god, you taste so sweet and he can't help but notice how your lips fit so perfectly with his.

and to you, he has never stood out more.

#the element of surprise by the last shadow puppets #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #oikawa tooru #oikawa headcanons #oikawa scenarios #oikawa drabbles #oikawa imagine #oikawa fluff #oikawa x reader

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skin-teeth · 1 year

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____ Reacting To You Holding Their Hand

All of this is intended to be romantic but can be seen as platonic!

Wally: - Doesn't let go and will NOT. - He adores rubbing his thumb over yours - Wally gets all pouty when you have to let go - If you two are walking around he leans against you while clinging onto your hand

Howdy: - He casually accepts it and just lets you hold onto him and continues working - Isn't 100% into PDA but doesn't decline cus' he just adores you - His hand absolutely dwarfs yours and finds it cute - Giggles about it later to himself

Barnaby: - His paw pads honk which constantly makes you give small squeezes to his hand - Scoops you up without letting go of yours - His lil' claws accidentally scratch you by accident and he always apologizes profusely about it - Definitely shows off the fact you guys hold hands

Eddie: - Fawns about it and does that cartoony collar pull because of how blushy he is - He stops running just for you but still speed walks - Easily gets embarrassed about the hand-holding - Daydreams about the next time you two get this opportunity!

Frank: - They're honestly a bit surprised at the gesture at first but grows to just nod along - He doesn't stop whatever task they're doing, just continues - Nonchalant about it but appreciates it quite a lot - Also leans against you if he can

Julie: - Squeals and hugs you tightly - 100% boasts about it to everyone else - She stims with her free hand, giggling and laughing with joy - Lets out an 'awww' noise when you have to leave

Sally: - Acts like she doesn't enjoy it at all - She goes 'hmph!' and then proceeds to clutch your hand with so much strength - Treats you like royalty and she's the knight - She loves loves LOVESS how warm your hands are in hers, makes Sally all giddy!

Poppy: - Also engulfs you into a warm hug! - Hand holding with her is a bit odd due to.. Wings.. But the both of you make it work! - She starts rambling on and on about how she loves you and calls you various pet names - Covers her beak with her other wing to hide her joy

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kagoutiss · 8 months

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divine intoxication

#tloz #ocarina of time #oot #ganondorf #i think abt how oot was the first time he’d ever transformed into beast ganon and i cri #and how it seems like in any scenario where he gets to return to being a human he tries to stay that way #or at least not be controlled by a power that turns him into something else completely. like make it into a puppet he can control #and even in TP when he turns into dark beast ganon it looks like he was initially trying to reform back into a human but lost control #and doesnt even. try to go back to that form. doesn’t even acknowledge it just fights you as a human for the last 2 phases #i feel like while ganondorf and ganon are the same actual person their mental states are just so far deviated from each other that it’s #frightening for ganon to imagine being reduced back to a human being with no power #and frightening for ganondorf to imagine returning to a state that is completely uninhibited and often devoid of rational thought #which to me is like. an extreme version of having severe mood swings. or being on/off medication and feeling like 2 different people #idk its interesting. ganondorf ganon dichotomy my love

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froog-water · 5 months

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stupid doodle for the stupid toy bunny. couldn’t resist

#the puppets not stupid tho #they aight #i always LOVE these quote scenario thingies #probs gonna do more #cause im an addict #my fart #fnaf shitpost #fnaf fanart #fivenightsatfreddysfanart #five nights at freddy's #fnaf toy bonnie #toy bonnie #fnaf the puppet

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krasytoonz · 6 months

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pls tell me fr4nk was hijacking a plane with JJ and thats how they met him thrvtbtnyumoi

What if I tell you how they actually meet is that

>they’re trying to steal the same thing

>but fought each other for that same thing

>then the police caught them

>and threw them both in jail.

A beautiful Beginning to a beautiful Friendship

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yanderemommabean · 9 months

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in relation to the MFN yandere material????

(minor spoilers)

no please continue cause you're absolutely right? those puppets just want someone to love them right?? what's the harm in letting them be friendly for a few hours and then leaving??

except it's not a few hours, and now it's three days later, and you can't seem to go anywhere without a completely smitten puppet following you around rambling nonsense about how much they love you and how much they never want you to leave 💜💜

They're so used to a world of violence that seeing there's still a genuine good soul, a good neighbor, they don't know what to do with themselves, and never want to let go of that light you've given to their typical miserable lives! They waddle around with you and make sure you aren't hurt by the puppets who don't yet know that you're special, you're different, and that they finally got the message through that they've been trying to do for decades. That message simply being "Be a good neighbor. Be kind"

I can see them being platonic yanderes, but y'all know me, I'm not really gonna shy away if others see them as MORE than that and want a prompt or two <3

-Mommabean

#my friendly neighborhood #yandere MFN #Yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #this is my life. Yandere puppets. God is not real #mommabean #anon asks #anon confessions are amazing

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the-floral-perspective · 3 months

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Party talk | Creepypasta Imagine

The creepypasta girls getting ready for the introduction ceremony! Watch how they greet their new friend as they get ready to join the family! :3 :3

(The ceremony is introducing one of my OC’s)

“Jane,” the faceless man summoned.

“Yes boss?” She bowed lightly, staring at Slender blankly.

“Alert the family of the introduction ceremony. It’ll be held in 4 hours. Tell the men to meet me in the kitchen, the rest of you get ready,” Slender replied, gently picking the petals off a rose.

Jane smiled, “yes sir!”

“Guys! The ceremony is in four hours! We have to get ready! Men meet in the kitchen, the rest of us get ready!” Jane yelled once she left Slender’s office.

People came out of their rooms groggily. It was nearing the holidays, so they liked sleeping in. Regardless, they were somewhat looking forward to the new friend.

The males washed up and headed to the kitchen while the others stayed in their rooms washing up in their personal bathrooms.

Jane sat in her room wearing a black fluffy robe and a towel on her head as she stared at her face in the vanity mirror. One hour already knocked down.

All them left their doors open as they were comfortable.

“Hey Jane, should I wear these pants with this green top or this red top?” Clockwork leaned against the door, holding up her clothes.

“Hmm,” Jane took her hair towel down, turning around and squinting.

“The green shirt would go better with the pants if you want to show off your stomach, the red shirt would probably go better with a dark skirt. It depends on the vibe you’re going for,” Jane advised.

“I don’t know what vibe to go for, that’s the issue,” Clockwork groaned, sitting on Jane’s bed and sprawling out.

“Well I’m going for a more elegant look, like I think I’m gonna wear that long black skirt of mine and a maroon long sleeve. Do you think that’ll look good on me?”

“Yes! You should show me it once you get changed, i think I’m gonna go with the green shirt for mine,” Clockwork tapped her chin.

“Have fun with that Clocky,” Jane muttered as she put on a topical face cream for her burn marks. Clockwork left the room.

Jane quickly did her makeup, a black eye look in the shape of a bat wing and black lipstick. She was already pale and she didn’t like putting foundation on her face, so her skin was mostly bare.

Afterwards she quickly got into her outfit, an ankle length pleated black skirt with a maroon colored long sleeve shirt that had a square neckline. Feeling nervous as she looked in the mirror, she went to Ann’s room for her opinion, then Nina’s room, then Zero’s room, only stopping when she ran into Angel walking back from Clockworks room.

“What’re you doing?” Jane asked frowning.

“You look cute! I was asking for opinions on this outfit. What’d you think?” Judge Angels posed sillily.

She wore a white tshirt with black stains and the neckline cut so it’d fall off her shoulder paired with black tripp pants. Her short hair messy except for the front, where her bangs lay clean. Aside from that, she had a messy black eye look and tinted chapstick.

“I think it’s cute! What shoes are you going to wear with it?”

“Probably my converse, what shoes are you gonna wear?” Judge Angels snorted.

“Those black boot heels I wear often, I think they’d go cute with this,” Jane played with her skirt.

“I think that’ll be adorable! I’m gonna head to Slenders room, that’s where the rest are meeting to get ready. We’re tired of walking up and down the hall to get ready, get your makeup and hair stuff and follow me!” Judge invited.

Jane scurried to get her items. Hairspray, hairbrush, perfume, deodorant… etc etc.

Meeting everyone in Slenders room, a common occurrence, they all muttered small greetings as they got ready.

Jane sat next to Nina and Jill on the floor, holding up a mirror on the ground.

“Don’t mind me, if I accidentally spray you with hairspray, yell at me.” Jane joked, Jill giggled and nudged her arm while Nina remained still as she was applying mascara and she didn’t want to get it anywhere.

Rouge came out of the bathroom wearing a green flannel and black ripped jeans, “is this a cute fit or is it giving country girl Pinterest 2016?”

Kate looked up from across the room and thought for a second, “it’s like… emo tumblr sweater weather 2014.” Numerous hums of agreement filtered through the room.

“I give up! I don’t know what to wear!” Rouge groaned.

“Who said there’s something wrong with emo tumblr 2014?” Nina exclaimed, done with her mascara.

“It’s just not my vibe,” Rouge complained, running a hand down her face.

“How about you wear a black turtleneck dress! Like that one you got when we last when thrifting?” Kate recommended, Zero humming in agreement.

Rouge thought for a second, “oh! And I can put my hair up in a bun and put in my Pearl earrings! Give it like a Audrey Hepburn vibe, you know?”

“That’s gonna be so cute on you! Go try it on and show us when you’re done!” Jill replied back, equally excited.

“Who do you guys think the new pasta is?” Jane asked the room.

“Well, Slender told me it’s a girl, but someone refuses to answer our questions,” Kate replied, staring Sally dead in the face.

“You guys know I can’t tell you, it goes against protocol!” Sally defended herself as the others deadpanned at her.

“You made that protocol, Sally,” Zero pointed out.

“Yeah… well it ruins the surprise! Besides, she’s really cool, I think you guys will like her!”

“If you say so…” Jill and Nina muttered unanimously from besides each other.

“Y’all… I am hot!” Rouge started, creeping up from the doorway and revealing herself.

“Dude you look so good!”

“Cutie!”

“That goes so well with your aesthetic!”

Rouge jokingly flipped her hair, earning laughs from the group. The majority of the girls were done with their hair and makeup by the time Rouge sat back down at her spot. It was time for outfit changes, which brought another horde of chaos to Slender’s bedroom.

Though slowly but surely, everyone was able to pick out their outfits. By the 3rd hour and 50th minute, everyone was done and looking glamorous.

As the time came to be, everyone waited in the lobby of the mansion for the new pasta to enter with Slender.

A cake sat at the snack table at the end of the room. The lobby decorated in black gothic vines and black glitter. Roses and various red flowers decorated the white tables and the dance floor. Everyone waiting in front of the door excitedly.

“Shhh I can hear them coming!” BEN whispered loudly, slowly everyone became more quiet as loud footsteps echoed through up to the door.

Jane stood in the front of the group, awaiting the new pasta excitedly. Sally next to her at her left.

Slowly the door opened and the group fell entirely silent. Studying their character.

The girl stood awkwardly and waved hesitantly. She had curly black hair and green eyes, standing at an average height and a nicely curved body. She was pale and had multiple freckles on her nose. Her hair only just longer than her shoulders.

Her style seemed rich or luxurious as she wore a black miniskirt, black thigh highs and black boots with a cropped tshirt and a cropped fluffy black hoodie. She had a black surgical mask on aswell.

She was really pretty.

Jane’s eyes sparkled in happiness at the character, as did others.

“As you’ve all heard, we welcome a new one as us. Remember from thus forward, she will be your teammate and friend. Be polite and open minded as Miss. Sally and I have taught you to be,” Slender’s staticky voice echoed through the room. Echoing with warning.

“Introduce yourself, Miss. Bernard.”

The character smiled nervously, “um, call me Casanova. My actual name is Darcy, but I’d prefer not to be called that. Uh, my favorite color is blue and um… I hope we get to know each other better!”

“Oh we will!” Sally muttered, grabbing the new one into the mansion as the party finally dispersed.

Later this week would be the actual ceremony, but this is only the introduction.

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

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i got a massive brainrot w/ sagau stuff like

do you ever think of how when you play the game and don't advance the main story, what would happen if someone turned aware of it? like ive been putting off starting the liyue archon quest in my alt and it never occurred to me how convenient that we start the quest just as it happens to be the rite of descension.

so like picture this: little npc background chara reader who developed self awareness, either by a vision or something entirely like a glitch, and now since the Traveler has yet to start the aq the day before the rite just loops.

they've practically memorized all of the responses and paths and all the shenanigans because why are they stuck in this loop, why won't the next day just go on already?

so probably out of boredom and maybe desperation, they decided to mess with the Snezhnayan diplomat.

"please go out on a date with me"

they did and they had a good time surprisingly so the next day, reader does it again.

and again.

until one day, when they're about to do it, something changes. Childe somehow loses control and out comes a furry moth monster. Rather than run away and be terrified, they're excited af because holy shit something new!!!

moth man seemed sentient as well and hugged reader back.

apparently, all those times they went on a date, moth man clearly remembers

just a food for a thought lmao idk how this goes from here

anon, you have the BIGGEST BRAIN EVER, i love this!!!

at first, you're absolutely terrified- waking up over and over in the same day, the exact same scenes playing out before you time and time again, and no one knowing what you're talking about, asking if you're feeling alright or if you've had enough sleep- you feel like you're going insane, trapped in this endless, repetitive nightmare. even if you do something different, everything resets the next day- you can't change anything, warn anyone, or do anything to help stop this madness, and it claws at your being as the days stretch into weeks, then months of a repeating cycle

so one day, on a whim, you stride up to the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger and ask him on a date

he seems surprised at your confidence- it's less confidence and more a steeled resolve to try anything to keep yourself from losing your mind- his boisterous laughter filling the bank as he places his hand in yours and accepts, ocean-colored eyes swirling with emotions you can't quite place. you almost feel guilty, as a citizen of Liyue, for being this close to a Fatuus, but it's fine, because it'll be gone tomorrow- it's just to keep yourself sane

yet, you find that you enjoy your time with Tartaglia more than almost anything else. for the first time in months, you feel happy.

so you go back the next day, and the next, and the next. slowly, you grow more and more attached to the Harbinger and the way he holds your hand so gently, swipes his fingers across your cheek like you're a rare, wonderful treasure, looks at you with all the fondness and affection in the world. soon you're looking at him the same way, daily greetings becoming softer and shoulders becoming less tense as he gazes at you with a combination of delight and astonishment and adoration in his eyes

you wonder, when you're falling asleep on that repeated night, what will happen to you and Tartaglia when time resumes

one day, just like all the others, you wander into the bank to invite the Harbinger out as usual, but find him mysteriously absent. with a frown you survey the building, hoping to see the familiar head of ginger hair but with no luck. Ekaterina directs you upstairs, and it suddenly occurs to you that something has changed, something about the day is different. you climb the stairs and knock on Tartaglia's door, heart thumping in your chest, and when no one answers you crack it open yourself and stare into the single-eyed gaze of a strange monster with fluffy ginger hair

it's certainly Tartaglia's room- you can see his coat hanging on the wall- and when the creature slowly approaches and kneels to your height the resemblance abruptly hits you. this is Tartaglia- the beautiful monster with a crimson mask and sharp claws and a flowing, shimmering cape is the Fatuus you've been falling in love with- and when he cups your cheek in his talons you nearly start crying. Tartaglia- or the Foul Legacy form of him- purrs soothingly as you step into his embrace and lean your head on his shoulder. he looks at you the same way Tartaglia did, except multiplied by however many days you spent at his side, his Abyssal nature recalling every blissful moment, from the anticipation of your arrival to the dreaded goodbye at night. with a soft croon, Foul Legacy gathers you into his arms and sets you in his lap, claws drawing comforting patterns and circles onto your back as your own hands wander up and bury themselves in his copper hair; the Abyssal monster relishes getting to hold you in his arms, having your hands run through his hair, your body leaning against his chest, instead of watching inside Tartaglia's mind and despairing whenever his mortal half forgot you and your blossoming, undying love

somewhere in Teyvat, a clock ticks and moves again

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grapecinnamon · 11 days

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I haven't talked about Welcome Home on tumblr for a while (been busy with college and processing the holiday update) and while I want to go into all the stuff I found neat (and little observations and theories I've thought of), I've had this little headcannon plus scenario about Wally

Wally is like the resident advice giver, but he only really gives advice when no one expects him to, possibly when he feels it's right to.

Like Frank is lamenting to Wally (seems like something he would do a lot) and tells him how he wishes there were more people in the neighborhood who where observant and smart like him. Really what he means is he wants more grouches, but Wally can see right through him.

So while Wally is painting and Frank is lamenting, he says, "Oh, you probably don't even know what I'm talking about." Wally stops painting and gives him his words of wisdom.

"Sometimes people want others to be like them. But there's a reason why we're all different. We all need something different to be. I would hate for everyone to be like me."

Frank raises his eyebrow and says "What do you mean?"

Wally takes his palette and paints little shapes on the canvas. Each one is a different color and shape and they all represent the neighbors. Frank recognized a yellow rectangle as himself.

"We're all different shapes, colors, creatures, but what really makes us unique is our purposes. We all have a different one." He recites this next part like he's reciting a poem:

Barnaby is Boisterous,

Howdy is Helpful,

Julie is Joyful,

Sally's a Star,

Eddie is Ever-so Everywhere,

Poppy is Pretty Petrified,

And you Frank? You're frank, and that's what makes you you

Frank thinks to himself. Wally's right. He's Frank, brutally honest and smart Frank, and no one else could be like him. But now he had something else to ask. "But what's your purpose, Wally?"

"My purpose? Ha. Ha. ha. I'm Wonderfully Wally. And I wouldn't want to be anyone else. Not for my Humble Home." He turns back to the canvas and continues to paint. It seems like now he's making little details on the shapes.

Frank turns to leave and before he does, he looks back at Wally, realizing he's more Wise than he thought.

Just a little discussion. Also sort of based on the theory that the neighbors have a certain purpose they have to fulfill in the show

#welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home arg #welcome home fandom #wally darling #wally darling welcome home #welcome home discussion #welcome home scenario #frank frankly #welcome home frank

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geodudeforreal · 1 year

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GET DEFENESTRATED BITCH

#BEST CASE SCENARIO #puppet history #puppet history spoilers

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hellcatsandcars · 3 months

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imagine, if you will, a meeting between important music business people. records blah blah blah sales blah blah blah concerts blah blah blah also boys we're gonna need you to be as gay as homosexually possible yeah you gotta shove your fingers up his bum yeah no we're sorry it's the only way blah blah blah you'll get banned from coachella btw.

#i think about this scenario like five times a day #alex turner #miles kane #the last shadow puppets #tlsp #milex

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skin-teeth · 1 year

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____ Hearing You Confess

Ahh.. More cheesy cute romantic things! Thanks for the amount of attention my last post got, wasn't expecting that haha! (Sorry for the reuse of my separators, I dunno if I should be switching them up or not. <:oD)Requests are still open if ya'll wanna send me ideas!

Wally: - "Oh I already knew." - He'd give you a small smooch on your hand - Doesn't hesitate to tell Barnaby, gets a high-five out of it - He never ends up getting out of the honeymoon phase

Howdy: - "C'mon I don't need another Barnaby!" - Realizes you aren't joking and gets flustered - Hoists you up to give you a kiss - Takes the rest of the day off just for you!

Barnaby: - "Me?!" - Tail wagging ensues - Big ol' hug! He holds onto you tightly as if you would leave. - Continues to pet you and ruffle your hair

Eddie: - "Gosh! H-how did that happen?" - Covers his face and tries to hide from you - Has to take a minute to process your words - Takes a deep breath and tells you how he feels the same

Frank: - "..Huh?" - Actually doesn't understand and bombards you with questions - Once he understands they get really excited over it - He hesitantly reaches for your hand and blushes *hard*

Julie: - "Woahh! Really?! Me too!" - Squeals and jumps and absolutely fangirls for you - She falls into your arms and gives you a kiss - Literally has no shame and shouts about you to everyone and anyone

Sally: - "Yes, just like that! Now do it on stage." - She thinks you're acting out a monologue and offers to help you on stage - Once she realizes you mean it she runs off to hand you flowers - She makes you the Romeo in her play just to kiss you in front of everyone

Poppy: - "Aw dear, you're gonna make me blush!" - Really flattered and giggles a lot - Definitely gives you food as a gift when she can - Hums a cute tune for you and holds you close

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dianassswoo · 5 months

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They don't want to be tiny, they just want to be little,,,

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yun-shuten · 2 years

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nothing like a psychedelic music game to kickstart the unstoppable fixation train. in other words, have you heard of Everhood?

final scribble from a brainrot i wrote in 5 hours HAHH

#everhood #red #blue #rasta beast #everhood red #everhood blue #ive known this puppet and dwarf duo for two days now and if anything happens to them im going to commit war crimes #except im also subjecting them to hypothetical horrible scenarios so hm

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