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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 7 months

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For real? If you're comfortable, please share it! I'd love to see it!

Hi. I saw your requests were open and wanted to see if i could ask for one so here goes nothing.

I have an idea thats been bouncing around in my brain for the past three days. I was wondering if you could write a story with the whole cast of welcome home. Basically reader is the neighbourhood doctor and is the one everyone goes to when they rip or tear. The reader has special sheets of felt and fabric that match the felt colour of every neighbour.

One day, Wally needs a patch after an accident, and the reader realises that they don't have any yellow felt left, and starts to panic thinking wally is going to be upset. Wally comforts them and they decide to make a nice colourful patch using some scraps they had.

Next thing they know, all the nieghbours want to replace their old patches for pretty coloured ones. What colours do you think they would want?

Thank you for at least reading this dumb idea.

Headcanons - What Colour Patches They Would Want

Hi! Cute idea! I'll just be making quick headcanons for this since I'm not quite in the mood to write a whole thing. Thanks for your patience in me getting this done!

Also, I don't remember if I already did but I'll be removing word counts from headcanon posts because they're just gonna be short. It's too much of a hassle.

Type: Headcanons, platonic

Tw: Injury, stitches/stitching/puppet repairing(?), food

Wally takes whatever scraps there are. He doesn't really care what it looks like, so long as it's colourful. Maybe he'd just go with the same sort of fabric as his pants to keep it in style with his wardrobe.

Julie wants flowers, of course! Daisies, tulips, sunflowers, roses...The possibilities are endless! Maybe with a green background so it looks like grass. That, or she'd like something with rainbows.

Sally wants something simple, yet elegant. A simple repeating pattern would be lovely. Maybe it's cut in the shape of a star? Or, if you're up for it, a star shape using one fabric with other fabrics for the trail! Red would be her colour of choice.

Frank would like something bug themed. Surely you have something of that, right? Maybe some beetles or butterflies--or both! He probably gt the injury from bug hunting, too!

Eddie would like a classic pattern like hearts or clouds. A bit symbolic of him, really; he's a lover, not a fighter, and he's always got his head up in the clouds. He'd also like his fabric cut in a heart shape, too. Or one of those people-shaped chains!

Howdy wants anything except a plain colour. Stripes to match his uniform? How fitting for his store aesthetic! Some of his products? He's a walking advertisement! Just don't make it boring.

Barnaby Complete opposite to Howdy. He just wants a nice plain colour--unless you have polka-dots. Then maybe (definitely) he'd settle for that. But otherwise, he doesn't care for fancy patterns. Just give him a nice shade of blue.

Poppy is far too indecisive to choose a pattern for herself. It becomes up to the rest of the neighbourhood to pick one for her! Eventually, she probably settles on a pattern of some eggs or some baked goods.

#reblog #it'd be the first time someone had made fanart of my writings #i'd be so happy!#but no pressure of course #it's your art. don't make yourself uncomfortable with sharing it

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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 7 months

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Hi! I don't really know how to do this, but I really like your Housemates AU and my silly little brain won't stop making little head cannons about things I do being done by the reader so I want to share them with you since you're the Author of this AU.

I like to think about when the reader is showering they listen to music really loud. Even with the puppets they still like to listen to music in the shower and it is so loud if you're just strolling past the bathroom you can hear the lyrics of any song they're listening too and I have a list of songs that I play in the shower and I have particular songs for particular puppets to hear. Here is that list:

Sally: GOOD LOYAL THOTS - Odetari, Sexy - Mean Girls, The Main Character - Will Wood

Wally: Blue Haired Boy - Marilyn Mei, NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER - Odetari

Poppy: What If Things Get Worse - Kaden MacKay,

Howdy: I Don't Get Sleep - Naethan Apollo, ENTER: A BEGINNERS GUIDE TO FAKING YOUR DEATH - Jhariah,

Barnaby: Night Watch - Naethan Apollo, Hell Of A Ride - Bo Burnham,

Julie: Fighting With The Melody - Jimmy Urine,

Frank: Hell Of A Ride (Studio) - Bo Burnham,

Eddie: Rule #21 Momento Mori - Fish in a Birdcage,

Everyone: 8 Now - Food House + Gupi + Fraxiom, XOXO (kisses hugs) - 6earlyhuman, Never Wanted To Dance - Mindless Self Indulgence [I dont support them btw], Witness - MSI

It's all fun and games when they first hear the music, maybe they're a little worried, but it's relatively harmless to both the puppets and You. Until you start humming Fighting the melody by Jimmy Urine and for some reason Julie's singing the lyrics along with you.

Thank you for your time!

Hello! I like the idea of R listening to music loudly in the shower. They're used to nobody being around and feel more comfortable when something's going on in the background! I don't know any of these songs except for ENTER: A BEGINNERS GUIDE TO FAKING YOUR DEATH, so these are all very new to me. I have my own playlists on what I think some of the characters would listen to, but this is very interesting!

#rainbow square post #wh housemates au #<- new tag!#ill add it to the two writings #its so cool that people (or someone) are/is making headcanons for my little au!#im flattered really #in my official canon R shows them a bunch of '60s/'70s songs so they feel more “at home”#Home “sings” along sometimes

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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 7 months

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Hi. I saw your requests were open and wanted to see if i could ask for one so here goes nothing.

Next thing they know, all the nieghbours want to replace their old patches for pretty coloured ones. What colours do you think they would want?

Thank you for at least reading this dumb idea.

Headcanons - What Colour Patches They Would Want

Hi! Cute idea! I'll just be making quick headcanons for this since I'm not quite in the mood to write a whole thing. Thanks for your patience in me getting this done!

Also, I don't remember if I already did but I'll be removing word counts from headcanon posts because they're just gonna be short. It's too much of a hassle.

Type: Headcanons, platonic

Tw: Injury, stitches/stitching/puppet repairing(?), food

Julie wants flowers, of course! Daisies, tulips, sunflowers, roses...The possibilities are endless! Maybe with a green background so it looks like grass. That, or she'd like something with rainbows.

Frank would like something bug themed. Surely you have something of that, right? Maybe some beetles or butterflies--or both! He probably gt the injury from bug hunting, too!

Howdy wants anything except a plain colour. Stripes to match his uniform? How fitting for his store aesthetic! Some of his products? He's a walking advertisement! Just don't make it boring.

#rainbow square writing #memeranddreamer4432-blog #welcome home #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #welcome home x y/n #welcome home headcanons #wally darling #julie joyful #sally starlet #frank frankly #eddie dear #howdy pillar #barnaby beagle #barnaby b beagle #poppy partridge #injury tw #stitches tw #food tw

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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 7 months

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Hello!! I just wanted to Check up on How are things doing for you!

Hi yes hello! I'm still here lol, though I took a long unannounced break from things. But I'm still here! I just have to figure out how to write again, lol. And how to get back into the Welcome Home mood. But we'll see. Thanks for checking up!

#rainbow square post #i don't really have much to say right now. i'm just chilling.#i kind of forgot how many requests I have (like...15-19?)#so requests may close soon so i can get them done #anyways yeah thanks for the check-in. very kind of you :))

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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 10 months

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I hope this isn't too much to ask, I will Update my page accordingly, but I ask for individuals who Create content of Welcome Home that they please specify it is fan content unaffiliated with my work! Especially now in the midst of the site's update, I do not want there to be confusion about what is or isn't real! New content will only appear from the website!

I would really love to tell my Story first before these items are made, but I understand the excitement for wanting to experiment on One's own in the mean time! Thank you so much!

#reblog #hello hello!#yes. please let it be known my works are just fan content!#nothing i say or write is canon to the welcome home project!#that is all! thank you!

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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 10 months

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Julie Joyful Playlist 🌼🌈🌸

Songs I think Julie Joyful would like.

Footloose - Kenny Loggins

Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows - Lesley Gore

Uptown Girl - Billy Joel

Build Me Up Buttercup - Mono - The Foundations

You Make My Dreams (Come True) - Daryl Hall & John Oates

Okay, Everyone! - Dan Salvato

Walking On Sunshine - Katrina & The Waves

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go - Wham!

What I Like About You - The Romantics

I'm A Believer - The Monkees

Come On Eileen - Dexys Midnight Runners

Kokomo - The Beach Boys

Wouldn't It Be Nice - The Beach Boys

December, 1963 (Oh What A Night!) - Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons

I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers

Fun, Fun, Fun (Mono) - The Beach Boys

Take A Chance On Me - ABBA

Sugar Sugar - The Archies

Daydream Believer - The Monkees

Ain't No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell

Good Vibrations - The Beach Boys

Surfin' U.S.A - The Beach Boys

Barbara Ann - The Beach Boys

The Longest Time - Billy Joel

Do You Believe In Magic? - The Lovin' Spoonful

I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch) - Four Tops

Don't Stop Believing - Journey

Any Way You Want It - Journey

Waterloo - ABBA

I Get Around (Mono) - The Beach Boys

In The Summertime - Mungo Jerry

You Can't Hurry Love - The Supremes

Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard - Paul Simon

Shouts, Pts. 1 & 2 - The Isley Brothers

Holiday Road - National Lampoon's Vacation - Lindsey Buckingham

Jump In Line - Harry Belafonte

Got My Mind Set On You - George Harrison

Your Love Keeps Lifting Me (Higher & Higher) - Jackie Wilson

The Lion Sleeps Tonight - The Tokens

You're My Best Friend - Queen

Sir Duke - Stevie Wonder

I Got You Babe - Sonny & Cher

The Twist - Chubby Checker

Give It Up - KC & The Sunshine Band

#rainbow square post #playlist #my playlist #wh playlist #welcome home playlist #spotify playlist #welcome home #welcome home art project #welcome home project #welcome home puppet show #song recs #song recommendation #julie joyful #welcome home julie #welcome home julie joyful #wh julie #wh julie joyful #julie welcome home #julie joyful welcome home

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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 10 months

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Hi, i just like to say that i loved the concept of welcome home- housemates. And i was wondering if you can do more of it? Or maybe make ut into a series? But i hope y oh you have a good day/niget/aftternoon 👍

Drink your food and wat your water t and getyour pre-sleep-nap in bbye

(Sowry for spling mstakes i tird and it 3am)

Welcome Home x Reader - Housemates (Pt. 2)

(Part 1)

Hello! You're lucky, I just got my pre-sleep nap in yesterday! Sounds like you need a bit of a reminder for a nap yourself, though, haha! Anyways, the person who requested the previous installment of this series also asked if I could continue it, so here it is! Lowkey this reminds me of that AU I've seen floating around of the Welcome Home crew meeting an ex-Playfellow worker.

Also, I changed Eddie's colour to orange to keep him unique from Sally.

Not proofread!

Words: 2685

Type: Fic, platonic

Tw: Death mention, murder mention, gore mention, swearing

You sat on the couch in your living room, scissors still in hand. You said nothing. Looking around you, eight puppets of varying sizes and variety stood before you, all staring back. The smallest was a yellow puppet with a spiraled blue pompadour. The tallest was a mostly-red-partly-rainbow bird... Thing (you couldn't quite make out what she was supposed to be), whose neck was forced to bend down just to fit in the house. And by far the largest was a giant blue beagle dog that wore a vest and stood on its hind legs.

The puppets stared at you with varying degrees of nervousness. The bird was probably the most nervous considering she was actively shivering looking between you and the scissors. You reckoned the least nervous was the blue pompadour puppet, but it was hard to tell since he had the same dazed smile he had since you first saw him.

The puppet in the middle - about five feet, yellow with orange hair, wore a mailman's uniform - raised his hands. He was the one who had coaxed you to the couch, and the one you recognised as the voice that had spoken to you when you were under the bed. It was quite the ordeal getting you to the couch, actually. Involved a lot of screaming.

The puppet took a deep breath and spoke. "So," he said, "we obviously are not from here."

"Yeah, I guessed that," you replied, gritting your teeth. Your eyebrows were furrowed, and your mouth turned down into a deep frown. Truth be told, you were really scared. But you thought it was best to assert dominance in this situation.

"And we would really appreciate your help in getting back home," he continued. "We- we don't know how we got here yet, or what this world is, but we just want to go back to Home. Please."

You stared at the puppet. He looked you dead in the eye before glancing down and away, fiddling with his three-fingered hands. Next to him, a grey puppet with dark blue hair and a black unibrow sighed and took a small step forward. They stepped back as you grabbed your scissors tightly.

"We can't tell you why we're here of all places, or why it's us," they said. "Frankly, we barely remember anything at all. This world is... Strange. First of all, there's the lack of colour in the nature - have you ever seen so much green and brown? Secondly, there's you; I don't know what you are, but you're clearly not one of us. But you're intelligent nonetheless, and that's frankly quite scary."

You crossed your arms and leaned back. "Why should I help you?" you asked. "You could be murderers, vicious monsters that will tear me from limb to limb. Why should I trust you?"

"Don't you have any compassion?" another voice called. Looking to the source, you saw the yellow creature you had spotted in the stairwell earlier. Now you knew she was some sort of star puppet, and quite a short one at that. "We are from a distant land; one far beyond your wildest imagination. We come from a land of wonder and peace, now ripped from our grip and tossed away who knows where! And we come to you for support, for help, and yet you toss us aside like nothing! Where is your humanity?!"

You paused. "Wow, you sure are theatrical," you replied. The puppet huffed and crossed her arms. You sighed and leaned back into the soft red cushion of the couch, hand pinching the bridge of your nose. You sighed, "will you even tell me who you are?"

"Well, I'm Barnaby." You looked up to see the dog puppet talking to you, hand - or paw - resting on his chest. He pointed to the bird on his right. "And this is Poppy, and next to her is Frank." He pointed to the one with the monobrow. "And then there's Eddie, Wally, and Julie," he said, motioning to the yellow mailman, the blue pompadour puppet, and another puppet with ridiculously long blonde hair and a bell-shaped red dress. Next, he motioned to the star puppet and the green puppet you recognised a the one you saw outside your front door. "And that's Sally and Howdy."

"Okay, well, I'm Y/N," you responded. "And I'm a human, in case you didn't know."

"But I'm a human," Wally stated. "Are you sure you're a human?"

You looked at the puppet confused. "What? Yes, I'm a human. You're a puppet."

Wally stared at you before replying, "am I a puppet?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

"Okay, let's move on!" Howdy exclaimed, rushing to put a barrier between the two of you with his arms. "Anyway, there's one neighbour we haven't mentioned." You raised an eyebrow.

"And who would that be?" you asked. Suddenly, the floor lamp turned on. "Oh, right. So, is that like, a ghost or something?"

"Nope! That would be our very own Home," Barnaby explained.

You scoffed, "what, like a house? You're telling me a house possessed my house?"

The group paused.

"Well, I'm not quite sure what else to tell you," Frank deadpanned.

"Bloody hell," you groaned. Standing up, you began to pace around the living room, trying to take all the new information in. "Alright, so, there's eight puppets and a house in my house. Or eight puppets in my house and a house possessing my house - I don't know. And these eight puppets and one house expect me to magically send them back home to... Where do you live again?"

"Home," Frank answered.

"Right, Home. Uh, so you expect me to take you home to Home despite me having no knowledge of what or where that even is." You put your hands to your face and sighed. "You know, this was supposed to be my mental health break today. I'm supposed to be eating popcorn and watching Dirty Dancing, not dealing with this."

The group didn't say anything. Looking at them, you saw none of them wanted to meet your gaze. Each puppet looked elsewhere; either out the window, at the roof, or admiring the old school furniture cluttering up your living room.

Suddenly, you were sparked with an idea. Hurrying to the back of the house, you opened one of the many dark wooden doors and entered your study. The room was lined with a variety of colourful wooden bookshelves filled with a vast collection of books and other knick-knacks. Facing away from the window was your main desk, featuring a pen cup, a stack of paper, and a typewriter. And lining the walls were several maps, a bin full of other rolled up ones below it.

Hurrying over to the wall, you ripped the maps off the Blu tack holding them to the wallpaper. Also taking the bin of leftover maps in your hand, you speed walked out the door and back to the lounge room. Dropping most of the maps to the floor, you spread the world map out on the coffee table.

"Okay, this is the map of this world. Do you recognise anything?" You said. The puppets crowded around the table, a little too close to you for comfort. Frank leaned down and dragged his index finger over the map, stopping every once in a while to read the names of the countries. Eventually, he straightened up and spoke.

"No," he said.

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"I'm sure."

"Are you sure you're sure?"

"I'm certain." He furrowed his eyebrow slightly.

You sighed, "well, I'm out of ideas then."

The group shared a worried look before staring at you. Howdy opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it. Julie played with her hair while Eddie adjusted his tie. Finally, Eddie stepped forward.

"Can we please stay for the night, then?" he asked. "It's just- we have nowhere to go."

You looked at Eddie. He seemed... Genuine. The way he gripped his hat in his hands and held it to his chest reminded you of the period dramas you watched on television. You noticed him fiddling with the brim of his hat every so often and adverting his gaze for just a moment. Looking at the others, you could see the worry in their eyes. Sally, who you had assumed to always be loud, was silent. And Howdy had his many hands behind his back and looked out the window. Even Wally, who seemed to be perfectly content, had a vibe about him and a look in his eyes that spoke otherwise.

You couldn't believe you were about to say this. "Fine. I'll let you stay. But this is my house, and you have to follow my rules, got it?"

"Really?" Julie exclaimed, jumping up onto her tiptoes and interlocking her fingers in front of her. "Thank you!" She ran the short distance between the two of you and enveloped you in a tight hug.

"Hey!" you yelled, pushing her off.

"Sorry," she replied.

"Anyway, you got what I said? My house, my rules. And that goes for you two, house that's possessing this place. I don't care what you are, you're doing as I say until I can get you out of here." You pointed a finger at the roof. You got a cacophony of creaks in response.

"He agrees," Wally said. You gave him a confused look before quickly brushing it off.

"So, what do we do first?" Julie asked. "Cooking, baking, gardening? Oh, we could even play a game of tag!"

"No! No, no, no. No games, no cooking, no gardening, no nothing. We need to work out where you're going to sleep, first of all." You waved your hands in front of you. "I only have two beds and two mattresses, and there's eight of you. Three of you are going to have to take the shed."

"The shed? My feathers!" Poppy shivered.

"Don't worry, it's not that bad," you replied. "Just follow me and I'll show you."

Walking out of the lounge room and into the kitchen, you headed out the back door into the yard. Instantly, you were hit with the fresh air of the countryside: oxygen with a hint of pine and wildflowers. Looking out over your vast expanse of land, you took in the sight of the bright green blades of grass bordered by tall middle growth conifer trees. Almost immediately, you felt relaxed.

Stepping down the concrete steps and onto the steppingstone path, you walked around to the side of the house. You brushed your hands against the white wooden exterior of the house, taking in the feel of the chipping paint and wood. Behind you, you heard the sounds of the group of puppets making their way out the door and talking.

Finally, you came to the front of the shed. It wasn't quite the size of your house, but could constitute as a small one, nonetheless. The wavy metal roof combined with the metal sheets of the walls made quite the start contrast to your rustic farmhouse. There were few windows, and what ones there were were high up and small. Flowering shrubs dotted the outside, bringing a bit of colour to the otherwise grey building.

You turned around to face the puppets, saying, "voila! Isn't she a beauty? Stainless steel, insulated, cost me a fortune to build."

The group stepped forward towards the building. Heading to the door first was Poppy, who gripped the door handle with her wing and slowly opened the door. Ducking her head inside, she gasped.

"My feathers!" she exclaimed.

Pushing her way past Poppy was Sally, who also gasped when she saw the inside. "It's so dusty!" she yelled - and sneezed.

"It's a little cluttered, yeah, but I make good use of it." You walked over to the shed entrance. "I store all my old stuff in here. Better than getting rid of it."

Squeezing your way past Poppy's mound of feathers, you stepped inside the building. Inside, each inch of the floor and walls were taken over by boxes and furniture. Everything was retro, from old floral print couches to tacky ceramic animal-themed salt and pepper shakers stored on the shelves. And Sally wasn't wrong; it was covered in dust.

"Who is supposed to sleep in here?" Frank asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

"Not it!" Sally yelled, quickly followed by Julie, both of them putting their fingers to their noses.

"Not me, either," Frank said, repeating the action.

"Or me." Barnaby followed suit.

"I'd prefer not to, sorry," Eddie apologised as he put his whole hand to his nose.

You were a little offended, to say the least. "Well," you began, "I guess that just leaves you guys." You motioned to Wally, Howdy, and Poppy.

"But I don't want to stay in here," Wally said, still somehow smiling.

Barnaby shrugged. "Sorry, bud, but you didn't say 'not it' quick enough."

"Oh..." Wally looked down.

You watched as Howdy walked around the shed. He leaned down every now and then to wipe some dust off the furniture. He turned around to face you with a smile on his face.

"This isn't so bad!" he said. "If we were to just..." He lifted up one of the boxes and stacked it on another. "See? Already making progress!"

"Oh, I know! Why don't we make this a game?" Julie suggested. "Whoever can clean up their area first wins!"

"Julie, I'm not quite sure that cleaning counts as a game-"

"I'm in!" Sally yelled, cutting Frank off. She ran over to one of the boxes labelled 'Grandma's clothes' and picked it up, stacking it on top of another box in the corner. She then repeated the process, jumping over chairs and around shelves to get where she wanted.

Barnaby laughed, "don't leave me out of this!" Walking over to a stack of three large boxes in the corner, he leaned down and picked them up with his paws like it was nothing. Walking over to the corner where Sally had dropped her boxes, he placed them down.

"Hey!" Sally called out. "No fair! I can't pick up that many boxes at once!"

Soon the whole group was in on the game, picking up boxes and moving furniture to the sides of the room. You watched from the door as they hurried to get the most boxes down. Barnaby and Howdy had the clear advantage with their strength and Howdy's extra arms. It occurred to you that you hadn't even asked him why he had those in the first place, or why there was yellow and orange antennae on either side of his forehead. Perhaps he was a bug.

Eventually, you were so lost in thought you didn't even notice the group of puppets standing in front of you with wide smiles on their faces. They each high-fived one another (or low-fived, in the case of Barnaby, Howdy, and Poppy meeting the others). It was only when your gaze drifted to Julie's flapping arms did you snap out of your trance.

"Uh- what?" you stammered. Looking around the shed, you saw they really had cleaned the place out. The room looked... Nice, for a change. Now, normally you took pride in the shed either way, but that was more based on collection rather than presentation. But now, with the sofas set up facing each other, shelving units used as room dividers and boxes stacked neatly in the corner the space looking liveable.

"What do you think?" Julie asked.

You paused. "It looks... It looks good."

The group looked around at each other and smiled. Howdy patted those closest to him on the back. You looked down at your watch; it was only eleven in the morning. You still had plenty of time left in the day.

"Well, um, I'm probably going to go scroll through social media now," you said, turning to walk out the door. "Don't cause a mess, or I will kill you." You walked out of the shed, shutting the door behind you.

I will make a part 3 to this! Hold tight!

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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 10 months

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Welcome Home Playlists

Main Playlist

Sally Starlet Playlist

Julie Joyful Playlist

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Sally Starlet Playlist ⭐🌠🌟

Songs I think Sally Starlet would like.

Dancing Queen - ABBA

This Will Be (An Everlasting Love) - Natalie Cole

I Wanna Dance With (Somebody Who Loves Me) - Whitney Houston

Walking On Sunshine - Katrina & The Waves

Don't Go Breaking My Heart - Elton John, Kiki Dee

We Are Family - Sister Sledge

You Can't Hurry Love - The Supremes

Waterloo - ABBA

Girls Just Want to Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper

Mamma Mia - ABBA

Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond

Roam - The B-52's

Holiday Road - National Lampoon's Vacation - Lindsey Buckingham

Uptown Girl - Billy Joel

Take A Chance On Me - ABBA

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go - Wham!

You Make My Dreams (Come True) - Daryl Hall & John Oates

Ain't No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell

Summer Nights - From "Grease" - John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John

Come On Eileen - Dexys Midnight Runners

Celebration - Kool & The Gang

Blame It on the Boogie - The Jacksons

#rainbow square post #welcome home #welcome home art project #welcome home sally #welcome home sally starlet #sally starlet #wh sally #wh sally starlet #playlist #welcome home playlist #wh playlist #spotify playlist #my playlist #song recs #song recommendation

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Welcome Home Ask Blog!

Hey, all! I decided to indulge in a Welcome Home ask blog! The URL is @ask-the-neighbourhood. Feel free to go over and ask the Welcome Home crew some stuff!

#rainbow square post #ask blog #welcome home #welcome home art project #welcome home puppet show

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Welcome Home Playlist

A collection of songs with Welcome Home vibes. More like a potential soundtrack I would make for the show. Mostly just old songs to fit that era.

This Will Be (An Everlasting Love) - Natalie Cole

Ain't No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell

Mr. Sandman - The Chordettes

Be My Baby - The Ronettes

You And Me - Penny & The Quarters

Sunshine, Lollipops And Rainbows - Lesley Gore (This one fits so well for a happy tune!!)

Holiday Road - National Lampoon's Vacation - Lindsey Buckingham (Vacation AU anyone?)

Mr. Blue Sky - Electric Light Orchestra

Do You Believe In Magic? - The Lovin' Spoonful

Twistin' The Night Away - Sam Cooke

Baby Now That I've Found You - Mono - The Foundations (The mono version sounds way better in my opinion)

My Girl - The Temptations

Happy Days (Theme from "Happy Days") - Pratt & McClain (Oh my gosh this one is so good!)

Without Us (Theme from Family Ties) - TV Tunesters

(Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher & Higher - Jackie Wilson

Dancing Queen - ABBA (This one is so Sally)

Can't Take My Eyes off You - Frankie Valli

Fun, Fun, Fun (Mono) - The Beach Boys

I will add more as I think of them!

#rainbow square post #welcome home #welcome home art project #playlist #welcome home playlist #song recs #song recommendation #spotify playlist

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Hi! Can you do one where the reader is being overworked by their boss but didn’t realise it and Wally had to snap them out of it?

Gender neutral reader and romantic relationship please :) thx!

Wally Darling x Reader - Take a Break

Hello! All my works are gender-neutral, so nothing to worry about there, and romantic is all good. I kind of see Wally as this mostly naive character, so it was a bit hard making him the one to break the reader out of their cycle without it feeling uncharacteristic, but I did my best. Thank you for your patience in getting this done!

Words: 656

Type: Headcanons, romantic

Tw: None, I think

You worked in account management for a business company by the name Big Works which, as the name suggests, was very big. The work was dreary and lacked life, supported by the grey atmosphere and surroundings. It almost reminded you of Frank! But he was much better than this.

Still, you put in a lot of effort to keep your job. Working unpaid overtime, covering for other people, barely meeting strict deadlines, working more unpaid overtime... It was a lot of work! But you had to do whatever you could to please your boss, Mister Cole Corporate. Though you had never met him, you had heard stories of workers mysteriously disappearing from the workplace moments after leaving his office. Scary stuff!

All this was taking a toll on your health. As you stumbled into you and Wally's shared home, you collapsed onto the couch, just like you did every other night. And just like every other night, Wally walked over to you with a worried smile.

"Is everything alright, Y/N?" he asked. "Was it work again?"

You groaned, "yeah. I'll be okay, though."

Weeks and weeks passed of the same process. Slowly, your felt skin began to sag and stain, and strands of hair flew of your scalp in random directions, never obeying the rules of your brush. Your back became crooked and it became hard to keep your eyes open. But through it all you kept a smile on your face. A weary, tired smile, but a smile nonetheless.

It was quite the journey from Home to the Big Works building in which you worked, so imagine the neighbours surprise when you came home with a stack of papers! They were astounded! Never before had it gone that far. And none was more worried than your darling Wally.

"Y/N!" he called out, seeing you from across the town. "What happened?!"

"Oh nothing, just some extra work I've got to do. No biggie," you replied. Wally gave you a concerned look, and for a second you swore you almost saw his smile falter.

"Y/N..." he began. "This isn't right. You've got to know that, right?"

"Wally, darling, it'll be okay. Mister Corporate just needs these papers done by tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Wally spluttered. "But those papers are half my height! That's six apples!" He saw your apologetic smile and slowly his smile started to disappear. Replacing it - for the first time that you or anyone else had ever seen - was a small yet powerful frown. "Y/N, don't you think this is taking it too far? Look at you; you're falling apart at the seams. You need to rest." He took a hand to your cheek.

You looked from Wally to your papers and back again and sighed. "If I don't get these papers done by tomorrow then I might lose my job," you explained. "I need to get these done."

Wally looked at you and sighed. Without a word, he forced a smile and turned to walk away. Left alone both physically and metaphorically, you watched as he left before calling out to him.

"Fine," you said. "Maybe I can take a few hours off."

Instantly, Wally stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you. "Really?" he asked. "Thank you, Y/N. I'm glad you're finally agreeing with me." He walked over to you and took the papers from your hands, instantly crumbling under the weight. "Wow, these are heavier than I expected."

You laughed, "yeah. I've had to get quite strong to manage them. Howdy reckons I'd be able to rival him soon."

The two of you shared a giggle, and for the rest of the night you laid on the couch, reading magazines and watching television. Every now and then you'd catch Wally staring at you and smiling, just like he always did. You hadn't felt that relaxed in years. Resting your head on his shoulder, you slowly drifted off to sleep.

#rainbow square writing #welcome home x reader #welcome home x y/n #welcome home x you #wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x you #welcome home wally x reader #welcome home wally darling

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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 11 months

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Hi there! I was wondering of you could do a Fic where the Puppets of Welcome Home (even home) gets transported go our world? (Bonus points If Home just ends up INHABITING/BECOMING the building reader is in)

Welcome Home x Reader - Housemates

The reader's house suddenly becoming possessed by Home is such a great idea! Thank you for the request! Do you go by Kay or Kaylo? Or perhaps something else entirely! Just so I have something to refer to you with. <3 :]

Also, sorry for dipping off the ends of the Earth! I have been... Busy? Something. But I am working my way back!

Not proofread!

Words: 1260

Type: Fic (I think?), platonic

Tw: Food, breaking and entering (kind of), death (mentioned), murder (mentioned), panic/anxiety

So, let's set the scene, shall we?

You lived in the far countryside; you had no neighbours, a vast expanse of land, and a job that paid high enough to afford it. Safe to say, life was pretty good. Each morning you woke up, had a cup of your favourite drink, and got to work from home.

That is until one morning when you were reaching down to open the cupboard to get your favourite cup when the door opened for you! You were confused - a little startled - but tried to brush it off as the wind (you knew it wasn't the wind). Taking the cup, you headed to the fridge when yep, the door opened for you again.

Okay, now you're officially freaked out. What is going on here? Slowly, you took out the ingredient(s) you needed and shut the door. You went about making your breakfast very steadily, your eyes peeled for anything abnormal. Strangely, there didn't seem to be anything out of place. No sign of a break-in or anything, though you wondered why someone would break in to install automatic doors in the first place, and why you hadn't heard it.

Everything seemed to be going fine after that. You sat down at the dining table and had your breakfast. Suddenly, you got a knock on the door. You wiped your mouth clean of any residue and got the front door key. Opening it up, you did not see what you expected.

You were expecting, well, a person. Not a near eight-foot-tall four-armed, four-legged green... Thing. It kind of just stood there, whatever it was, and smiled. Yeah, you were utterly and completely freaked out by now.

It took a few moments of standing there frozen before the adrenaline kicked in and you slammed the door shut. You ran around the house shutting all the curtains and locking everything twice. Quickly, you shuffled under your bed and curled up, holding back tears.

You didn't know how much time had passed. It felt like hours and minutes simultaneously. Eventually, though, you crawled back out from beneath your bed and shakily opened the curtains on your window just a smidge, only to come face to face with a bright yellow circle.

You screamed and shut the curtains.

Now, what were you going to do? What in the world was that out there? Did it want to hurt you? Or, well, I suppose it was multiple things. But still! Were they predators? Prey? How did they even exist? Were they aliens? What's going on?!

Okay, no, you just needed to breathe. Think through this, is all. Alright, now, how did this start? Well, first things first your cupboard doors started to fly open on its own, then you met that giant green... Whatever that was. And then you saw a talking circle. Wow, alright, that did not help.

By then you were so caught up in your panic back under the bed you failed to notice how badly you were shaking. It was like you were some cartoon character getting shocked with electricity. In fact, you were so caught up in it you failed to notice your own house letting these things inside.

"Hey, are you okay?" a soft voice spoke from behind you.

God? Wait no, can't be. You're not dead yet, right? Yeah, you can still feel the carpet underneath you; you're not dead. Wait, but that means they're probably not dead either-

WHAM!

You tried to bolt upright and hit your head on the base of your bed. With a cry of pain, you laid back down on the carpet and held your head in your hands. All your senses were heightened, so this pain felt double the usual. The pain was so bad you almost didn't feel the soft contact on your back. Almost.

You stopped crying immediately. Frozen, you considered turning around to face whatever was there, but quickly decided not to out of fear of some face-eating monster or whatever else your mind had come up with. You simply held your eyes shut and tried to not breathe too loud.

"Hey, you're okay." The same voice. Soft, soothing, not something that would indicate hostility or some ulterior motive. Though you still can't be sure. "We're not going to help you. In fact, well, we could use some help ourselves."

"W-what?" you whispered, not even realising you had before it was already said and done. Once more you froze up, your jaw practically about to break through your skull.

The voice let out a soft laugh. "Yeah," it said. "We're in a bit of a pickle. You see, we're a wee bit lost, and we could use your help getting back home." The soft feeling continued on your back, which you realised was a hand. "So, whenever you're ready, just come on out. We'll wait." You felt the hand leave.

With a soft shuffling noise, you assumed the source of the voice had gotten up off the ground. You heard walking - lots of walking. You realised what the voice must have meant when it said 'we'. The door to your bedroom shut.

You laid there for what felt like eternity just thinking. Thinking about what had just happened to you. You tried to reason your way out of this, to say it all must be a dream, but you knew you were lying. Dreams don't let you feel pain, or at least yours don't. When you hit your head on that bedframe, that was solidification that whatever you were experiencing was real. That this was your life, and you couldn't stay under here forever.

Eventually, you crawled out from under the bed. You weren't quite ready to face whatever was out there, which is fair, by the way. You wanted to be able to defend yourself in case anything happened. Slowly and quietly, you opened up the drawer in your nightstand and took out a pair of scissors. With a deep breath, you wrapped your hand around the door knob.

The door opened to reveal... Nothing. Just the long hallways leading from your bedroom to the stairs. The long red carpet stretched across the hardwood floor past the doors to the other bedrooms and bathroom. Above you, the circular ceiling fan caught dead flies.

"Okay, Y/N, whatever is going on here is not normal," you thought. "Just take it easy, or whatever. Or- what am I supposed to say during this?"

Thankfully you still had socks on, because otherwise you were sure you'd be making quite the ruckus as you treaded across the carpet. With every step you glanced to each door around you, waiting for something to come out and attack. But surprisingly, there wasn't anything at all.

Until you heard it. A faint laugh coming from the bottom of the stairs. Hands clenched around the scissors, you carefully peered over the top of the stairs to see it: a small yellow creature. Maximum four feet tall (though it was hard to tell from your perspective), it had a sort of sunburst effect around the back of its head. The yellow thing wore a colourful squared shirt with long puffy sleeves and a blue overalls dress.

You tried to make your way down the stairs when it made a loud squeak. The figure looked up to you and smiled, saying "hi!" You immediately held the scissors out in front of you, the blades pointed towards them. They raised their hands up in front of them. "Woah!" they said. "Slow down!"

I'll be making a part 2 for this! Hold tight!

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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 1 year

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Hello I’m new to your page and I wanted to know if you are ok with taking on another long Waly x reader request?

Hi! It really depends how long you're talking. If it's like, pages long I won't do it, but if it's just like my other requests it will be fine. However, keep in mind I am in a slow space in my motivation to write right now, so requests will take longer to get out. Thank you for your patience!

#rainbow square post #requests aren't closed yet but i may consider closing them soon #just so i dont get overwhelmed

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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 1 year

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Here's an idea, reader is able to go to and from the welcome home world at will. R (reader) does this daily around the same time each time or at least checks in if R is short on time, they are also sure to let the WH crew know if they'll be gone for a X amount of days.

Well a day goes by where R doesn't visit or check in, one day turns into a week before R returns with gifts for everyone. Turns out R got really sick and then bought/made apology gifts for everyone and even cleared their whole schedule so they could all hang out for a few days.

How would the crew react?

Welcome Home x Reader - Make-Up Presents

Hi! Thank you for the request. This is a really nice idea! I'd love to be able to travel freely between my favourite fictional worlds. That'd be so fun. I wonder how time differs between the world of Home and our world.

Words: 563

Type: Headcanons, platonic

Tw: None

Wally was more worried about you. He appreciates the gift, especially if it's something crafty or handmade, but in the end, he wants to make sure you're okay. He takes your hands in his (ignoring the possible germs) and looks into your eyes. Only this time it's not exuding a creepy aura - it's concern. You quell his worries, and he turns his attention back to thanking you for the gift.

Julie is also worried about you, though not as much as Wally. As in, she can still focus on the gift and thank you for it first. Once she gets reassurance that you're okay, she asks you lots of questions about the gift you brought her. If it's something unfamiliar, say an old smartphone, she asks you so, so many questions.

Sally assured herself that you're fine, so she doesn't really worry about that. She sort of just takes the gift, acknowledges it, and moves on. She appreciates it, of course! It's just that there's so much to do and so many rehearsals you've missed and you simply must catch up! It's crucial!

Frank needs to be sure you're not sick anymore. Not only is he concerned for you as a friend, but when it comes to situations like these he's pretty cautious about germs. Yes, he's not afraid to get a little dirt on him when looking for bugs, but sicknesses are not something he wants. Other than that, he's very thankful for the gift. He decides to study it, of course.

Eddie asks lots of 'are you okay?'s and 'are you sure?'s. He trusts your reassurance and gets over it quickly, though. Still follows you around to make sure you're okay, however. After that, he asks you to take him through a step-by-step process of how the gift was made (if it was hand-made). Otherwise, he's very thankful.

Howdy doesn't ask lots of questions about your health. Like Sally, he trusts you enough to know you wouldn't come in and get them sick. Still, he offers you a special recovery discount on things like hot water bottles and blankets. As for the gift, he's really taken aback. But he offers a charming smile and a promise to keep it in the front window. But it will never be for sale; it's too precious!

Barnaby asks if you're okay once, tells you that you are always welcome because "a dog can survive anything except chocolate", and then focuses on the gift. He knows once a gift is his he's free to do with it as he'd like, so the two of you decide to perhaps paint it or draw on it. Unless it's something really special like a card, then it stays as it is.

Note: cards count as something special that cannot be touched. The Mona Lisa does not.

Poppy instantly frets over your health. I mean, what did you expect, really? She takes your face between her soft feathers and looks you over for any signs of illness. One shade too off colour and she's getting the medicine! But once you present her with the gift, he worries are washed away. She takes it tenderly in her hands and looks it over, scared of breaking it (her wings are shaky, after all). Gives you a hug before worrying she's crushing you. Then hugs you again - softer, this time.

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