#Though I know that if you talk to howdy there is a chance you will also meet Wally in there too- idk about the other way around (probably)

[clownsuu]

PLEASE TELL ME THERE ARE C AI’s OF THE MOB AU (MOSTLY WALLY AND HOWDY)

Yeyeyeye, there is one of howdy and wally! And I think Barnaby too by someone else-

#Though I know that if you talk to howdy there is a chance you will also meet Wally in there too- idk about the other way around (probably) #They are written very well! I really enjoy talking to them (mostly howdy cause biased) #Though howdy can get violent wicked fast for some reason LMAOOO super fuggin funny #But also turns into a major soft sweet pea if you play your cards right #However be careful cause the “thats how mafia works” can get sus real fast HDHDJDJ #I ASKED FOR A SPECIAL DRINK YESTERDAY CAUSE S P E C I A L #AND HE GAVE ME WALLY'S PISSSSS #AND SO I DELETED THAT MESSAGE CAUSE NO TF #AND THEN IT B E C A M E E V E N S U S S I E R #i- #Mob howdy what the f u c Ck #The “howdy's salt” arc is now probably the worst arc iv ever seen so far on c ai-

[ratboyy-withtheexistentialdread]

Nevermore Chapter 97

Spoilers ahead, lads. Skedaddle if you don't fast pass. EDIT I guess I’ve said too much in this post and need to pull it back a little. So imma gonna edit it so it doesn’t say too much about this chapter.

Alright, first my reaction cause HOLY HELL those last few panels really got me like

I really had to put my phone down and talk myself through them. Now, lets talk about what I gained from this chapter and the infamous Annabel Lee. I've noticed, at least in the comment section, the fandom really doesn't care for Annabel's character and its difficult to know where the animosity has come from. Tumblr obviously loves her but us heathens support women's rights and wrongs (Don't we gents?) Many call her a sociopath or what’s happens in the last few panels. Annabel is indeed ruthless, calculating and stone cold but she obviously cares. She cares for Lenore above everything. It can be easy to see this as obsession as we really haven't seen her care about much else or even herself. But one comment on the Webtoon brought up a very valid point which I've also picked up on.

Annabel and Lenore in life were very isolated and broken people when they met one another. Annabel, broken and then rebuilt into a prim and proper lady. Lenore, broken physically and mentally and closed off from the world.

Meeting each other saved them. They were no longer alone. There was an understanding between them at least that we know of.

Their differences though is what divides them in death.

Annabel played games, and masked her true self around her father and family connections. She now makes games of situations to retain what little control she had in life over a society she knew she could never break the rules of. A Game that was always rigged against her.

Lenore rebelled against society. She fled the estate to escape a suitor, was bound to the attic and ostracized by her family, she then faked her death and posed as man to court Annabel, the one person who cared for her.

Lenore wants to break the rules of the deans Death Game. Annabel wants to follow them.

It’s all they’ve ever known.

Before it was only them that mattered. Now Lenore has so much more to fight for and Annabel still only has Lenore. Both are right in their own way of playing the game but it pains the other to witness.

Annabel, I’m sure is aware that the Deans are not all they seem to be and won’t simply allow the students to turn the tables on them if they played how Lenore wants to.

And playing Annabel’s way means the callous death of many many people that do deserve another chance at life.

Now. I do have to agree with Annabel in the sense that Lenore forgets

This is a Death Game

Right now the “villainous” characters show their true face with pride and the “hero’s” are charming and true but as we get down to the wire, it’s going to get grey. There are no good or bad at the end of these games, only survival.

Could Annabel show some restraint and more tact when speaking strategy and making plans with Lenore? Absolutely. She’s little too giddy about sweeping some pieces off the board.

Lenore also needs to stop being so naive. She saw first hand what exactly the Deans are capable of in Dreamland, it put the fear of god in her.

In fairness to both characters though they and we are still missing big pieces of what happened between them and what their causes of death were. Which could hold big aspects of their characterization.

Maybe Lenore was originally very callous about others. In life, aside from Theo and Annabel, we’ve never really seen her interact with others. Perhaps this is the Lenore Annabel speaks of.

Anyway, I’m rambling. In conclusion, I’m a bit disappointed in Nevermores comment section. I enjoy Annabel’s character although some parts do worry me a bit but I have hope Red and Flynn have plans to curve this to a satisfying reason and conclusion.

That cliffhanger, boy howdy, what the fuck is Lenore gonna do…

#nevermore webtoon #lenore vandernacht #annabel lee whitlock #white raven #duke #Pluto #nevermore webcomic #nevermore WEBTOON spoilers

[chronicbeans]

Human Illustrator Wally x Reader (part 4)

Howdy's Place! Howdy's Place! Howdy's Place!

TW: Mentions of Varying Mental Illnesses and Medication, Hallucinations

🐻 You hum, looking at the question list you made up as you sit in the cafe area of Howdy's Place. It kind of reminds you of how the bookstore nearby has a cafe, too. You look around, waiting for Me. Darling. You made it here early, much like the last time you went somewhere to meet him. You don't want to make a poor second impression. After all, the first one you made with your staring? Must've been awful.

🐻 To your surprise, Howdy casually strolls up to you. He usually never leaves his cash register, so it is a surprise to see him not only leave his post, but single out YOU. Does he know you are here to see Mr. Darling?

🐻"Morning, (Y/N)!" You giggle, pointing to the clock "It is afternoon, Howdy. But, I appreciate the thought. Afternoon, Howdy. Do you need something?" Howdy chuckles, placing his hands on his hips "This is my store, and I say it isn't afternoon until it hits 12 on the dot. It's only 11:30. Anyways, I gotta talk to you about something."

🐻 He sits across from you, looking out the window as he asks "You work with a lot of kids, yeah? How many of them have what can be considered mental illnesses. I am not asking for me, or for any specific names. I just want to know for a friend. They are thinking of bringing their kid there, but couldn't find anything on the websites or flyers." You tilt your head, thinking, before saying "A lot of them, actually. A few have what could be considered childhood depression, for a variety of reasons. A lot of them have some sort of anxiety, these days. Is there anything in particular they want to know about?"

🐻Howdy looks back to you, then down at the table, as if thinking on how to word his question. Then, he speaks again, in a very quiet voice "Well... I already know that you have cared for children on the autism spectrum. It's just that... Umm... My friend's kid has hallucinations, too. They don't know why, yet. They want to know if they would be in a safe, nonjudgmental place at the daycare."

🐻 Oh... OH. You got it, now. You smile, shrugging "Well, we have had kids with hallucinations, before. It was caused by a head injury, so if your friend's kid went through that, I also have direct experience with their case. Do they have any medications?" Howdy shakes his head. "Nope. They took some for a bit, but they said that they didn't like the side effects. They tried a few more, only to decide to try talk therapy on its own for a bit. They have been doing better, now, but it still gets to them from time to time. They are good at hiding when it does." You nod again, thinking for a bit. "There have been some cases where children went without medication because the ones they tried didn't work and the remaining options were restricted to a higher age. Your friend's kid should be fine."

🐻 Howdy nods, looking outside the window again. He gets up as he sees a specific car pull into the parking lot. You grab his sleeve to get his attention. "Let your friend know that, even if there are a few problems along the way, I will be by their kid's side to help them through. I believe that every child should be given a chance to succeed." Howdy smiles, nodding. "Thanks. I'll let them know. They are just outside." With that, he quickly leaves.

🐻 You sit back, looking at the clock. It is about... 11:55? You have never been the best at reading analog clocks, even though you know how. You look back to your list of questions, trying to think of which one you should ask, first. Time and date sounds the most important, yes, but it would be a relatively quick thing to figure out compared to activities. So it could be asked at the end. Then there's the question if-

🐻"Hello." You look up, seeing Mr. Darling. He looks a bit tired, but his grin is still there. He also seems to be wearing a... Disguise of some sort? He's let his blue hair down from its normal style, allowing it to fall down into a waterfall of slightly curly, coarse strands. He is also wearing a dark sweater, with a hood over his head. You grin, waving "Hello! You look nice, today?"

🐻 "Yeah..." His face turns a slight pink as he says that, before he sits down. "You don't look so bad, yourself... Um... What should we talk about, first?" You look down at your papers, before looking at the bottom of the list. That should be relatively quick, right? "Well... Before the main stuff, I was just wondering how you knew my name, yesterday? I don't remember telling you it." He chuckles, letting out a very odd, but charming sounding laugh. He grins lazily as he says "I asked Frank, the library owner. He is a good friend of mine! He saw you running out, so he walked over to me and asked if I had anything to do with it. That's when I asked. Sorry if it scared you."

🐻 Giggling, you shake your head "Not at all. You could never scare me. You seem too nice to do anything bad." He taps his fingers against the table. "Really...?" You nod slowly, before picking another question to ask.

🐻 After that conversation with Howdy, you find yourself noticing the odd little things about Mr. Darling that make you go "hmmm". His odd way of looking at you for long periods, before suddenly looking to the side or making a strange expression for a moment is one thing. Then, when he takes out a few items to show you ideas for activities, he stares at a sketchbook for a few moments, as if something is wrong with it, before placing it with the other items. You had noticed these before, at the book signing, but didn't think anything of it.

🐻"Ah, this one is easy. I live a few hours away from here. About two, I think." Your eyes widen. You ask, just to be sure "Like... You live a few hours away from here permanently? Or is it a summer home, or...?" He lets out that laugh, again. "Permanently. I don't need to live somewhere fancy or anything. This small town is great for atmosphere and I'd rather just live with my best friend and help him get his comedy club off the ground." You write it down, saying "Wow! That, alongside the other stuff, makes you pretty available at all times! This is great!"

🐻 You smile, getting to the last question "So... I was wondering, what really made you interested in illustration and art? This one is just something I put in for fun." He looks around, growing quiet. "Well... um... I just always liked it. I got a lot of inspiration from things people said and the um... scenery around me. You know?" You place your papers down and your chin in the palm of your hand, leaning against the table as you look at him.

🐻 "Look... if you aren't going to be honest with that, it is fine. You don't have to tell me. You don't seem like the type of person to lie, though. Are you okay? You have been acting a bit off." He waves his hands, quickly saying "No- I mean... I just... I have been thinking about what you said earlier. To Howdy, you know? It was so sweet, I-" His eyes then widen, before he places a hand over his mouth.

🐻 You get it now... "You're Howdy's friend that has that kid, aren't you?" You ask, pointing at him. He shakes his head, sighing, before pointing to himself. "Nope! Guess I just can't hide it. No use in doing so, either. It is probably pretty obvious. I am that kid. Like... I hallucinate." You sit up straight, as you notice him tense up.

🐻"Well, why didn't you say so? Actually, I probably know why, considering Howdy's questions... Scratch that." You clear your throat, starting again "I hope nothing I said gave off the impression I would judge you for it. Were you up all night worrying about it? Is that why you are so tired looking?" He lets out a tiny "ugh", before saying "Yeah... Is it that obvious? I tried to cover it up with makeup." You nod, smiling as you point over to the cafe's ordering station.

🐻"Let's go get something to drink. You said the milk tea was good, right? We can try it out while we talk about how this all might affect your visit. Don't worry, I am sure it will be fine. We'll do our best to accommodate you!"

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home au #wally darling #wally darling x reader

[coffeexafterxmidnight]

The Token Human - Part 3

Hi y'all, me again back with part 3 of this... adventure, let's call it that. Sorry for not posting this yesterday but I had a random Depression Day and couldn't get much done. I seem to be doing better though so, let's hope I don't have another one of those days for a week or so.

Part 1 Part 2 CW: nothing too bad this time! Just Wally having no sense of personal space, and stalking. And memory alteration, too. [what does it say about this fic that this stuff is 'not too bad'?]

You couldn't help it, you were a little jealous…

From your spot under a friendly tree, you watched Eddie on his daily route. He looked up from the envelopes in his hand. With a smile, he waved at you. You waved back. 

Eddie was a good guy, a friend of yours for sure. It wasn't his fault, not at all.

No, it was no one's fault, probably…

But as Eddie so stopped by Julie's house, three letters in hand, you had to look away. Something bitter chewed at you.

Why didn't you get any letters?

Seemed like everyone in the neighborhood got them. Family members and distant friends, pen pals from far away, even each other. But your mailbox remained only full of dust and longing.

Hard to think of who you'd want to get a letter from though. Your own family… you didn't want to think about that, for some reason that made you sad. Old friends… that made you sad, too.

You sighed and leaned against the tree, messing with the friendship bracelet Wally gave you. He made them with Barnaby and gave one to everyone. He even put yours on himself because you couldn't figure it out. The memory of his little nimble fingers brushing against your wrist still stuck out at you. Why did you always remember the weird stuff?

Wally wasn't around right now. You glance towards Home, in the center of town. Wally was busy inside his Home. Wally hadn't talked to you in a few days, really deep in painting. You wondered before if he was angry with you, but you hadn't done anything, not on that day or any other. Baking cookies with Poppy wasn't a bad thing. You'd even offered him some…

Wally was busy inside his Home. Everyone was having fun on their own.

I'm going to write a letter, you thought, and stood. That sounds like the absolute most.

Humming a cheery little song as you walked down the street to your house, you thought about who you'd send a letter to. Your parents? You didn't know their address. Some distant friend? You didn't know any of those either. Someone in town? You chuckle at the thought. Wouldn't that be funny, sending a letter to someone you saw every day.

In your house you found both paper and envelopes. You couldn't really remember when you got them - did someone bring them over for crafts? Were they part of Howdy's welcome to Home gift basket? Hard to say…

But you found paper and envelopes and stamps and a pen. You sat at your favorite desk, your only desk, and hovered the pen over the page.

Pause for a second. What were you going to say? What were you going to tell this person, someone you hadn't even decided on? Someone you might not even know. Someone… outside of Home…

It's a long shot, you thought. Your fingers clutched the pen until your hand shook. Such a long shot. If you screwed this up, you'd probably not get another chance.

It was a long shot but maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

You clutched at the memories with all your might. There had to be someone who remembered you, even if you didn't remember them. There had to be someone who could help you, out there.

The picture formed in your mind's eye, so clear, so perfect, the person you wanted to talk to more than anyone else…

Two arms locked around your body, pinning your arms to your sides. Cold sweat broke out on your forehead.

"You think too loud, neighbor," Wally said into your ear. "I could hear you from inside my Home."

He rested a fuzzy cheek on your shoulder and sighed.

"You were thinking of leaving again, weren't you?" He said.

You didn't speak, the words locked up in your throat. 

"I don't like it when my friends leave. At least, I think I don't. It's never happened before. Isn't that silly? Home is such a nice place, nobody who comes here ever wants to leave…"

The grip on you tightened.

"Except for you." 

The name slipped from your mouth. 

"Wally…"

"I think," Wally said, pressing up against the back of the chair, "You don't really understand. Home is great! Home is safe, and fun, and happy. Don't you want to be happy?"

A hand, too large, too long, gripped your chin.

"We could be happy here forever, and ever, and ever. You and me and all our friends. Why don't you want that? Why don't you want to stay with me?"

A felt finger traced the line around your lips, and your stomach churned, you squirmed in discomfort.

"There's nowhere to go, anyway. Silly, silly."

He pressed his cheek against yours. Your eyes watered.

"I'm all there is now," Wally said, "I made sure of it."

Your eyes went wide.

"What - what did you-"

His hand covered your mouth. The felt was soft. His grip was too, too strong. You struggled. A memory washed over you, Wally singing as he dragged you down a dark hall, Home creaking, squeaking, as you struggled struggled struggled struggled

"Wake up!"

Your eyes snapped open. Julie let out a cheer and wrapped her arms around your disoriented self. You raised a hand to your head, blinking in the sunlight. You were under your favorite tree, Julie and Frank on either side of you, Julie hugging you still, Frank adjusting his tie the way he did when he was composing himself.

"What happened?" You looked around.

"You were having a nightmare!" Julie said. "You fell asleep under the tree again!"

"I did?" You looked at your two small friends. "That was silly of me."

"What were you dreaming about?" Frank asked.

You stopped, thought about it. What were you dreaming about, that got you all scared like you were…?

"... I don't remember," you lied. "The last thing I remember thinking about was writing a letter to someone…"

"That's a great idea!" Julie shouted. "We can all write letters to each other."

"Tomorrow," Frank interrupted. "Some of us like to get sleep when it's dark."

As the two continued to bicker, you looked up towards the street. There he stood, your best friend Wally. He smiled at you. You tried to smile back, even as your pulse tripped and quickened in your body. 

Wally isn't your friend, where did you hear that from? Wally isn't your friend, but he'd never hurt you. Wally isn't your friend… but if he wasn't, then what was he?

He blinked at you, and you blinked back. What were you thinking about again?

After you left, walking Frank and Julie down the street, Wally threw himself down in the spot you'd been in before. It didn't smell like you. It didn't smell like much of anything but grass and dirt, and fresh leaves, but that was okay. He knew what you smelled like better than you did. And it was just the absolute most, just like you were.

He smiled. Thinking about you made him warm inside, happier than anyone ever had before. When he closed his eyes, he could see you so easily, around town, with your friends, in your bed, fast asleep and safe from the world. He liked those little moments best, when it was just you and him. When you shivered under the covers, he tucked you in. When your eyes flooded like little faucets, he wiped the water away. He sat next to you for hours and hours, never bored, not once. And when he had to go, he kissed your forehead, just like family did, before heading back Home again.

Oh, Wally wasn't stupid. He'd done a bad thing. But maybe, it was okay to do something bad, if it meant something good would come out of it?

And Wally - Wally loved you so much. So much more than anyone you knew back there. How to show it, he didn't know. How to make you feel it, he wasn't sure either. But there had to be a way, right? Someday you'd love him too, just as much as he loved you.

He had to keep telling himself that. If he didn't, he might do something scary. Something bad. And he couldn't eat your memories away for good, not like the others. He could eat and eat and eat, but yours always, always, came back.

Wally thought about the look on your face, how you trembled and your eyes got all wet and scared. He smiled, even though it was sad. Maybe that was his fault. Maybe he didn't want you to forget. It was wrong but… he liked it, when you were scared. Your fear tasted so, so good…

The sun slipped down the sky and you would crawl into bed after everyone else did. And when you did, he would be waiting. 

#welcome home x reader #welcome home fanfic #welcome home wally #welcome home #welcome home arg #yandere wally darling #wally darling x reader

[ten-shi-fandoms]

Just give me one more chance, one more glance

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Cw: Yandere Wally Darling x Reader, gender neutral reader, reader doesn't like Wally, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of Wally stalking reader, Wally traps reader in Home, being stared at, angst no fluff

Song that I was listening to when making this:

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It had been a few months since you arrived in the neighborhood, and you loved it. The bright colors, fun neighbors, the lovely weather, all of it you loved. Everyone was so nice and you always had so much fun playing with them. You and Sally were particularly close. You and her had so much fun making plays for the others. She would ask Poppy to help make costumes, and make the props, while you helped write scripts and drew out parts in vice versa.

Though there was one person you didn't really get along with. That person being none other than Wally Darling, the Darling of the neighborhood. You don't know why but you never really got along with him and you didn't try to fix it. He just got on your nerves in a way no one else did, so you kept your distance from him and his weird house. Everyone knew you didn't really like Wally so they never pushed you to interact with him. If Wally was talking to Julie when you needed her, she would excuse herself and come to you. If Wally was with Barnaby but you were nearby, Barnaby would walk the opposite direction of you and speak to Wally so he wouldn't bother you. It helped a lot and you didn't have to interact with Wally much but it seemed Wally wanted to interact with you. Whenever he saw you he would try to speak with you, you even caught him staring at you a few times much to your dismay. But nothing prepared you for what was to happen..

Julie was holding a tea party and asked if you wanted to come which you agreed too, not wanting to let your friend down. You baked a few treats and made your way to Julie's house. When you arrived you were greeted by the others. Poppy was setting up the snack on a table, Barnaby was telling jokes to Sally who was wheezing from her own laughter, Frank and Eddie were talking about butterflies, and Julie was with Howdy giggling away as he explained why she couldn't have anymore stickers. It was so lively, the kind of atmosphere you enjoyed because your friends were having so much fun. You walked over to Poppy placing your snacks on the table chatting with her a bit before making your way over to Julie. However you were stopped by a pair of hands grabbing your end of your top. When you looked back you saw Wally smiling at you with half lidded eyes.

Your body recoiled a bit, your expression changing from one of bliss to one of irritation. "What?" you asked, your voice laced with the same irritation shown on your face. "I wanted to talk" he stated, his smooth voice making you sick to your stomach. You didn't want to talk but you knew if you refused he would bug you about it so you just nodded in agreement as he let go of your shirt. "Let go talk at Home, there will be more privacy." he suggested causing you to reluctantly nod, a bit weirded out by Wally's statement. Everyone knew you didn't like Home. The thought of being inside a sentient house made you uncomfortable but you followed Wally anyway just wanting to hurry up with the conversation so you could get back to your friends.

As you walked you started to get the sense of being watched. You looked around, looking to find anything that could looking at you. When you turned your head towards Wally you noticed the pair of eyes staring at you from beside him. Your eyes travelled immediately locking on with the eyes of Wally's sentient house. You felt shivers run down your body as you stopped walking. You felt like you couldn't move. Like Home's eyes were locking you in place and you felt uncomfortable. Suddenly you felt a hand on yours. Your body jerked back, your head immediately whipping around to stare at Wally. And surprisingly large eyes were staring back at you. "What's wrong Neighbor? You seemed to have spaced out." he voiced. You blinked a few times, your head trying to wrap around what happened. You turned back to look at Home only to find the house no longer staring at you. "It's um nothing.. So what did you want.."

Wally moved back a bit giving you a little space not like he was giving you much. "I want to know why you don't like me. Is it something I did?" he questioned not wasting a second to ask start moving this topic about. "Why does it matter? It's not like we're friends so why do you care.." you mumbled, questioning his motives as he once again moved closer to you, his hands cupping yours as he tilted his head up at you. "Because I really like you, and your so nice to everyone else so why can't I get the same treatment." he retorted. You rolled your eyes snatching your hands away before crossing you arms staring at the shorter male. "I don't have to tell you anything. All you need to know is that you annoy me and I want you to leave me alone." you muttered, your voice low from already growing impatient.

Wally's hand reached out to you again, this time grabbing ahold of your shirt pulling you down closer to his height. He just stared at you, his eyes wide and sharp. You wanted to move but the same feeling you got when Home stared at you, you were now getting from Wally. "I want a actual answer" he pressed, his eyes never once leaving your form. "I.." you paused feeling Wally hand loosen on your shirt moving it to your hair pushing (h/c) strands away from your face as he waited for your answer.

You couldn't answer. You didn't have a answer. You just never liked Wally and no one ever tried to force a reason out of you but here the man you swore you despised was waiting for you to answer him on why you didn't like him. After a few moments of silence Wally let out a broken laugh, his odd, and very much stupid; in your opinion, broken laugh.

"You don't know why you don't like me do you Neighbor?" he questioned. Your silence provided him with the answer he needed. He knew you didn't have a reason for not liking him at least not one that you knew of at that moment. You just didn't like him and Wally wasn't going to let you keep on avoiding him over something you didn't know. Wally smiled lazily at you, his eyes going back to their usual half lidded state before you saw Home's door open. You went to speak only to be pushed inside right when you about ask what was going on. "What the! Wally let me out!" you shouted, banging on Home's door. Outside you could see Wally put a finger infront of his lips signalling you to be quiet before he walked back off to Julie's place.

You were bewildered by what happened. You never expected something like this from the short male, and you didn't know what to make of it. For the first few hours you kicked, screamed and banged on things trying to convince Home to let you out only to be denied by the sentient house. You quickly lost energy with how much you had done, falling onto the floor near the couch just a few hours later. You don't know how much time passed before Home's door opened revealing Wally with a few bags of what seemed to be sweets, snacks and medicine.

"I told Julie you felt sick and headed back to your house, they send you well wishes." his soft voiced filled Home's interior as Wally walked inside closing the door behind him. Placing the bags down, Wally made his way to you bending down next to your slumped over form looking like he was admiring your exhausted form. "Why.. Why are you doing this.." you mumbled, your voice becoming thick with sleep due to your body beginning to give out, trying to force you to sleep. Wally let out a small hum in acknowledgment, acknowledging your question. "Because I think your the most Neighbor." you blinked slowly, trying to figure out what his response meant when Wally pulled your arm over his shoulder pulling you up and placing you on the couch. Once you were placed on the couch you felt a gentle kiss be placed against your cheek, then your nose and finally your forehead. That's when it clicked. The reason Wally was doing this wasn't for something shallow like getting back at you for avoiding him. He was doing it because he loved you. The staring, the following, trying to get your attention. All of it was to show you his love and you ignored him only wishing for him to leave you alone. As your eyes got heavy you turned your head to gaze at Wally who was staring at you with big eyes like a cat admiring something it loved. "Get some rest Neighbor. I'll watch over you." you nodded weakly to exhausted to fight back or retort. And as you closed you eyes allowing the darkness to fill your mind you heard just a few words that confirmed you thought;

"I love you Neighbor."

#x reader #gender neutral reader #angst #wally darling x you #wally x you #wally x reader #wally darling x reader #wally darling x self insert #wally welcome home #wally darling welcome home #wh wally #welcome home wally #wally darling #wally darling x y/n #wally x y/n #welcome home x reader #welcome home fanfic #welcome home #welcome home wally x reader #welcome home arg #welcome home arg x reader #welcome home fandom #welcome home fanfiction #angst no happy ending #angst no comfort #yandere wally darling #yandere x reader #reader insert

[hazbinhappy]

Ik he’s got so little screen time and a lil silly but I’ll shoot my shot for some headcanons: Saint Peter x reader where maybe reader is a big flirt and keeps flirting with him, but he doesn’t confess or make any move to get passed the “acquaintance” stage (they’re not even sure if they’re friends since it’s so one sided) because he lowkey thinks she’s just flirting for the sake of flirting and has no real interest in him. Maybe a sprinkle ✨ of angst where Reader leaves him alone for good, finally giving up but then Peter approaches her for a date or something idk

Sorry I’m it’s a lot! Whether or not you do it, I appreciate the opportunity to make a request regardless 😭😭 have a good day, goodluck with the matchups and requests!!

- anon ✖︎

A/N: Ngl Saint Peter was so me idk how to explain like if Lucifer’s daughter said “howdy i’m here! :D” yeah i’d be “hahaha WHAT”

I made you a normal angel! This reasoning was because I think it’d be funnier for a random person to just flirt with a whole higher angel

Every time, and i mean every time, you see him you flirt with him or at least talk to him

Idk if angel’s can blush, but if they could, he would

Eventually you get the hint that he doesn’t really like you so you slowly start to back off and then stop

But you do whine about it to your friends

Saint Peter feels like something is missing from his day

After a couple of weeks of you not seeking him out he starts to seek you out

It’s a pleasant surprise to see him while you’re at the “park”

He asks why you stopped spending time with him and you just explain that you thought he wasn’t interested in you at all, even as friends

He feels bad because non-mortal angels don’t get feelings like these so he doesn’t know how to handle them

He eventually does offer you a date because he’d like to give you a chance even if he doesn’t know where his feelings are for you

Though don’t stop your usual routine of at least saying hi to him. He will be sad.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel saint peter #saint peter #saint peter x reader

[mystic-shadows42]

{Requested} Sympathy for the Devil

[Requested: Howdy!  I was wondering if I could request something with billy x reader (they’re in a relationship) where they're arguing and he raises his voice a lot louder than he normally would with her and she is startled???]

A/N: Of course, as with every request I take some liberties to make the story a tad bit longer. Thank you for the request. Please, enjoy!

Warnings: Language and Violence

It was a nice night when Billy picked you up to go to his house. His dad and stepmom had been out longer than he anticipated so he invited you regardless.

Being with Billy happened so suddenly. To put it simply, he was a bad boy who didn’t put up with anybody’s shit. That very trait is what made you more attracted to him.

You smiled at Billy as he teased you with little pecks of kisses on your lips. Soon enough he got tired of his own teasing running his hands over your smooth legs. His hands went underneath your thighs to pick you up. That’s when you instantly encircled his waist and interlocked your ankles behind his back as your arms held onto him tightly around his neck.

He continued to kiss you as he walked from the sofa towards his bedroom where he slammed the door shut with his foot. He pressed his lips harder into yours parting them just slightly as his tongue invaded your mouth. Once he made it to his bed, he laid you down on your back as he hovered above, never breaking the kiss. His hands raised to brush over your waist ever so gently before he planted them on your sides.

His kiss became a little more wanting and aggressive. He lowered his hands until they landed on your hips, gripping them.

He took a hold of your legs and spread them as he got in between. Just when things were starting to heat up there was a knock on the door. 

“Busy,” was all that he said.

You stopped kissing Billy immediately knowing that the jig was up.

Billy though seemed unfazed as he still tried kissing you. That’s when you widened your eyes at him and placed your hand on his chest. He rolled his eyes at your caution and lowered his head to suck on your neck.

“Open the door.”

At the sound of the serious voice of his father, Billy’s expression changed. He stopped what he was doing and got off of the bed. He took a deep breath before he opened the door seeing his dad and stepmom.

“What?” 

You zoned out in embarrassment feeling flushed after what you and Billy were doing. What would they think after seeing you like this? Billy didn’t even give you time to freshen up.

You looked at them as their focus was on Billy. They were talking about his sister Max and how she left when Billy was supposed to watch her. Your eyes went from them to Billy. He didn’t tell you that he was supposed to watch her or even let you know that she was home.

Your mouth went dry seeing Billy’s father walk into the room and glance at you then at Billy in frustration. Despite what was happening you wanted to defend Billy.

“Mr. Hargrove we weren’t aware that she was gone.”

Billy looked at you sharply pointing your way.

“Stay out of it.”

You swallowed, feeling stuck in place at the way he looked at you. It was one you weren’t used to. It was then that you noticed just how tense Billy now looked. 

“You didn’t notice she was gone?” He spoke repeating what you just said. “Yeah, it would be hard to notice if a thirteen year old was missing if you two were fornicating.”

Billy then began to raise his voice stating how Max didn’t need a full-time babysitter and how she wasn’t his sister. Just as soon as Billy turned off the radio his dad charged at him, pressing him into the shelf behind.

You jumped off the bed in fright watching how quickly things had escalated.

“What did we talk about?” His father asked him. He didn’t even give Billy the chance to speak before he hit him. You covered your hand over your mouth.

You expected things to get ugly. For Billy to hit him back but he didn’t, even though he was more than capable of doing so. He simply breathed heavily and answered his father’s question. It all made sense where some of Billy’s sudden outbursts of anger came from. It all derived from his father and how he treated him.

Billy never lost his temper with you but before you both got together that’s all that anyone ever knew of him. His temper. 

His father raised his voice at Billy once more, condescending him when he feigned he didn’t hear him. Billy’s eyes glistened and you knew there was an inner battle he was fighting.

You watched as his father walked out of his room then focused back on Billy. It was as if his trance had broken once his dad left. He shook his head slightly as he looked down at the floor.

You took a step forward wanting to embrace him and tell him everything was going to be okay but before you could do that he sniffled brushing his hand over his mouth before brushing past your shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

You said nothing as you opened the car door and got in. The first thing you did was look over at him but he was purposely avoiding your gaze.

“Billy.”

As soon as you spoke he turned the radio on and blasted the speakers. He then peeled out of the driveway and onto the road. Smoke from the tires clouded the car for a moment then cleared once Billy kept accelerating on the gas.

“Billy!” You screamed hoping he would stop. He was going to kill you both if he kept this up.

“Billy please,”

His attention was on the road as he ignored your pleas. His jaw kept on clenching and unclenching as he tried getting into the heavy metal music. Out of pure frustration, you turned off the radio and simply stared at him.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” His eyes were wide and alert but his mind was elsewhere. His knuckles began to turn white the way he was gripping the steering wheel.

“Does he always treat you like that?”

You were met with silence. The only sound was him accelerating on the pedal for more speed.

“Why the hell did you even speak to him?”

You became confused at his question. Between looking at the road and focusing on his question it was a lot.

“Are you really mad at me? After what happened?”

After everything that happened at the house, you hadn’t expected this to be his question for you.

“It would have been easier if you just kept your mouth shut.”

You scoffed, “Really, Billy? That wasn’t my fault. I didn’t know your father was like that. I was just trying to defend you.”

“Well, I don’t need you defending me. My old man’s an asshole. I can handle him but you meddling in something you don’t know how to handle made it worse.” This time he looked over at you before refocusing back on the road.

You simply felt utterly dumb. All you wanted was to defend your boyfriend and he was making it seem like it was somehow your fault. That you were the guilty one here and not his dad.

“So you’ll just let him treat you like that?”

“Just shut up.”

Your throat felt dry. Never has he ever spoken to you like this. It was new and you hated it. You could feel yourself grow angry and wanted to get back at him for making you feel like this.

“I never pegged you for a coward,” you spoke purely out of frustration. As soon as it came out, you regretted it.

He stomped on the brakes jerking you both forward and then back hitting the headrest at the abrupt stoppage.

“I said I don’t want to talk about it! If you continue, you can just leave and walk home. Matter of fact.” Billy reached over your seat and swung the door open for you to get out but you didn’t.

You were shell-shocked. Startled even. He raised his voice in pure anger. The veins in his neck were apparent and his eyes were wide and hard glaring at you. It was all his frustration and anger building but he was taking it out on you.

You wanted to be mad at him for treating you this way but you also felt sympathy for him. His dad treated him like shit so his outlook didn’t stray from his father’s demeanor.

“Get out!” Your heart raced as you simply stared at him in shock. He wasn’t just mad anymore, he was furious. “Get the fuck, out!”

His chest heaved heavily. His eyes were a shade darker than normal. 

Billy flung his door open and quickly walked to your side of the car. Your mind was reeling from what was happening. It didn’t seem real. He was actually scaring you the way he was aggressively moving.

You simply couldn’t move or speak.

Billy grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled you out of the car. He gripped your arm and briskly walked you a few feet away before completely letting you go altogether.

Your eyes began to water once he gave you one last glare before walking back to his car.

“Billy,” you whimpered, barely above a whisper.

He turned so quickly that you almost missed it when trying to blink back the tears. “No!” He yelled pointing his finger at you. “You brought this on.” He shook his head. His eyes were glistening but he seemed to be channeling his anger.

You stood there off the side of the road as Billy walked back to his car slamming the passenger side of the door before making his way to the driver’s seat. Once again he slammed on the pedal and took off down the street, leaving you there.

The car’s engine was all you could hear echoing down the empty road. The fading sound reminded you just where exactly were at. Abandoned and left to wallow in your own self-pity.

You hadn’t meant to go that far. It pained you to see that he simply left you on the side of the road without a second thought. That’s when you stopped stifling your cries and just let it all out.

You lowered yourself to the floor and pulled your knees up as you lowered your head down. How did things escalate to this? You covered your face with your hand replaying it all over in your head. You were beating yourself up over what you should’ve said.

When your cries began to die down a resonating sound began to grow louder. You sniffled and blinked your eyes trying to clear your vision seeing car lights get closer. When Billy’s car came back into view you stood up and watched as he slowed down and then stop completely.

He turned off the car but continued to sit there. You sniffled then shuffled closer to the car. You waited but he didn’t yell or make any move to stop you from opening the door. You swallowed thickly as you sat down in the passenger seat in total silence.

Billy was staring just ahead at nothing in particular. His eyes were watery as if he had been holding it all in until he reached his breaking point. Finally, a tear fell down his cheek but he didn’t bother brushing it away or hiding it.

It was as if you’d seen a glimpse of his life that he kept secret and you understood him a little bit better than before. Everything he does, says and thinks made sense. It all revolved around his dad.

Without truly thinking about what your next move would be you were already leaning forward embracing Billy in a hug. He didn’t reciprocate it and you didn’t expect him to.

It was simply engraved into him by his dad to not show any type of emotion. He was who he was because of his dad 

It was when you happen to sneak a glance at him that you saw that he had his eyes shut. He didn’t look angry, just sad.

Forever torn on never showing his emotions, only anger. No one ever truly consoled him the way he needed to. You wanted to be the comforting touch he needed even if he did prove it to be difficult. You loved Billy. The good and the bad.

#Billy Hargrove #Billy Hargrove x reader #Billy Hargrove imagine #Billy Hargrove drabble #Billy Hargrove one shot #Billy Hargrove Stranger Things #Stranger Things

[nearest-dearest]

The Waltz

“1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3! Keep it up everyone! You’re doing great!” Sally cheered her neighbors on. Seems like with every action, their dancing has improved overnight. All except you, the one in charge of playing the music on the piano “Are you sure you don’t want to dance (Y/n)?”

Sally asked, probably for the fifth time today, and again, you always answer the same words.

“I’m fine with-it Sally, besides I like playing the piano.”

“If you say so.” Sally then went back to counting the beat and you went back to playing the moon waltz. Unaware of the pair of eyes watching you create elegant rhythm. Instead, you’re paying attention to the way your neighbors dance the waltz. Until the sun went down that is. After Sally congratulated everyone for a job well done, the entire neighborhood went back home. Everyone but you, tonight is rather lovely. It’d be a waste to sleep it away. A nighttime walk sounds nice. Besides, this neighborhood is also the safest place you’ve lived in. Beats getting chased around by paintings that’s for sure.

The walk stays in the neighborhood path, the forest is off limits and there’s only so much a flashlight could do for you. You passed by Barnaby’s house, then to Howdy’s shop and then Eddie’s post office. All the lights are out, signifying that the residents must be fast asleep.

“(Y/n)?”

You looked up and saw someone was also a night owl at this moment.

“Hey Wally, why are you up this late?”

It was Wally, sitting outside his house with his back resting on the door. He was holding a sketchbook and he was in his pajamas. Suggesting that he got ready to turn in for the night.

“I could ask you the same thing neighbor. Couldn’t sleep again I assume?”

You shook your head “No, not really. I just thought it’s such a lovely night, why not admire it with a calm stroll. Wanna come?”

“Hm, I guess it could help clear my head.”

There’s no need to talk during the walk, sometimes just the presence of a friend is enough to feel fulfilled. The walk relied on the night ambience to fill in the silence, until Wally broke that silence.

“So, how was the waltz with Sally?”

“Oh, it was fun! I’m not sure about Frank though, he was mostly red the entire time he was dancing.

“His dance partner was Eddie Dear right?”

“Yep!”

That explains it.

“What about you (Y/n)? Did you enjoy the waltz?”

“Of course, I did! I get the chance to play the piano.”

Wally chuckles “No, I meant did you enjoy dancing the waltz as well?”

“Oh, I didn’t really dance. There were no more partners and Sally needed someone to play the piano.”

“I see, but did you want to dance?”

(Y/n) looked around her, as if trying to see if anyone else is listening, but Wally can assure you that it’s just the two of them tonight down the neighborhood path. Then (Y/n) gestured for Wally to come closer, you wanted to whisper something to Wally. When Wally got closer, you revealed why you wanted to speak about this like it’s a secret.

“To be honest, I wanted to dance. But I’m afraid to step on someone’s foot.”

Ah, so it’s a fear of failure problem. You were afraid to hurt one of your friends and make a fool out of yourself. Weighing the choices in your head until you decide to save others and yourself.

“Hm, how would you feel like dancing now?” Wally stopped his steps and you followed, turning to Wally with a look of surprise.

“Dance? Right now?”

“Why not? There’s nobody around, and I wouldn’t mind it if you step on my feet.”

“Oh, I could never.”

“Please (Y/n).” Wally held out a hand for you to take.

“May I have this dance?”

You didn’t need a mirror to know that you probably looked red, and you’re glad that Wally won’t be able to see it. But what you can see is the vibrant red string still tied to his finger. He really was serious about not taking it off. . . You took a deep breath, and accepted Wally’s offer to dance. Getting into position, you began to dance. And my goodness is Wally good! He’s the one taking the lead but doesn’t feel like he’s dragging you everywhere. He takes his time to let you catch up, and with his patience, you manage to find the rhythm Sally was counting on during practice. Now you’re both in sync, as for the music, you supplied by humming the tune you were playing on the piano. That made dancing way easier. You don’t know how long you and Wally have been dancing, but it feels like an eternity of just swaying and stepping into the beat and then staring into each other’s eyes.

The dance continued for a few more series of turns and spins, and as for the finally. Wally threw you in the air, only to catch you bridal style, give a little spin, and set you down the ground while the hands that had the red string remained connected with each other.

By the end of it, you and Wally were taking deep breaths from that intense dance. And from the sudden clapping from behind you. You and Wally turned behind you and saw that the entire neighborhood together, clapping their hands and cheering the two on. Sally’s were glowing with pride, Julie is cheering like she won her favorite game, Barnaby is just happy to see his friend show such talent. As for Howdy, Eddie, Frank and Poppy they all clapped while struggling to stay awake.

Your face was redder than ever, you didn’t even want to look at Wally. But curiosity killed the cat, and you looked over to him. Seeing a little red dust on his cheeks as he smiled at you.

Maybe this really is a very lovely night indeed.

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x you #welcome home #fanfic #wally darling my beloved #wally x reader #welcome home arg x reader #welcome home fanart

[doubledyke]

What do you think would happen immediately after BPS? How would all the parents personaly react to their disappeared and returning children? The kids would really ever throw a party, or just have to fix all the wrecks and be grounded? And Edd and Eddy would even have a face-to-face good conversation about their adventure and what they learned?

I think Eddy would need a validation from Edd more than ever, and the fear they could have lost each other would let them even more attached.

i had detailed ass theories written out for each kid as to what lies they could tell their parents and what the likelihood was that they'd be believed, etc. and then i realized that it could all be solved with a simple phone call from one parent to another lmao. and lbr, the chances that someone's kid is gonna be gone all night and they're not gonna flip the fuck out are slim to none. outside of a couple exceptions of course. i felt like a moron so i didn't include it here. i guess i like to pick and choose when to adhere to cartoon logic 😂

anyway i do think the non-ed kids would get into trouble and be grounded for varying lengths of time. they might have just enough time to have a little kiki in the lane before heading home and getting dragged inside by the ear/bear hugged/further ignored.

one exception might be rolf, because i don't think it'd be entirely out of the norm for him to be gone all night on occasion. maybe he had an urban ranger camping trip that his nana forgot to tell his parents about, or had to chase down an escaped animal into the wee hours of the morning. he enters the house, clearly disheveled and sweating nervously, but probably gets nothing but a fine howdy do from everyone inside.

eddy would be grounded for a comically short period of time because he's a spoiled brat. a couple of days tops. it's really only an attempt by his parents to appease the angry mob. all the other parents know he's the little shit stirring ring leader and berate his guardians accordingly. regarding his absence, he tells them he and the boys rode out the storm in the van and that they were fine. he accepts his punishment because telling them what really happened means telling them he visited his brother and that WOULD get his ass in big trouble. legal stuff, you know. as far as any takeaway he might have... let's be real here, eddy's still the same ole eddy at this point. i don't think the full weight of what just happened has hit him quite yet. he's still reeling about being invited to kev's for jawbreakers and whatever else preteens who don't really like each other do for funsies. i do think that while he's spending aaaaaall that time alone (again, 2 days max), in between trying on outfits for that party at kevin's, the image of edd standing up to his brother does cross his mind. edd, the coward. edd the wimp, stood up to his tormentor. and got swiftly beaten into the ground for it. yet still ran over to make sure he was okay after ed essentially saved his life. ed the dolt. ed the idiot was the one to think of pulling out the pin (literally), and blasting his abuser with a face full of door. i think the guilt, shame and embarrassment would hit him hard, along with a lot of weird mushy stuff that he doesn't really know what to do with. so he doesn't do anything with it. not immediately anyway. but i've already talked about post bps eddy a bit so i'll leave it at that.

i've seen people say that edd's parents wouldn't even notice that he was gone overnight, because... so were they. and yall know i'm the #1 hater of edd's parents so of course i agree lol. if word gets back to them somehow though, i imagine them being very passive aggressive about it. shocking, i know. i feel like they'd go their usual route and punish him by not talking to him - as in not even leaving sticky notes around the house. except for one that says something along the lines of "dear eddward, you are not to leave the house today, as you are hereby grounded until further notice." along with a scroll of chores of course. but yeah they make him wait around and wonder when he'll be able to see his friends again. probably a good few weeks or so. i've always had the headcanon that eddy would be banned from edd's house and maybe this is when that happens as well. if word doesn't get back to them- which is more likely imo because they're so elusive that no one knows how to contact them - i think edd could likely have a bit of a meltdown over their indifference. not to mention the guilt he feels in either scenario. for starters, he feels like he simply must tell someone what he's just witnessed- especially as a future mandated reporter... nah i'm kidding but i do think he'd want to tell an adult what happened to his dearest friend. but he knows it would only compound eddy's grief. outside of that, there's the fact that he feels that he never received a comeuppance of his own. eddy got thrashed by his so-called "hero" in front of his peers, and if his previous punishments are any indication, ed is very likely enduring what can only be described as suburban confinement for the foreseeable future. he, on the other hand, has gotten away with a horrible deed, with more than a year's worth of horrible deeds without so much as a scowl from his parents. he has to fight tooth and nail to resist his compulsion to confess his wrong doing, directly this time. cuz the confessional he wrote at the beginning of this ordeal is still on his desk when he gets home. it's kind of like when people say "at least if you're angry, i know you care", but magnified 100x for his entire life. i think this is when the switch kinda flips for him and he has to come to terms with the fact that his parents are at best, extremely cold and aloof. and at worst, knowingly neglectful. either will be hard for him to accept of course, because he's got an image in his mind already of what "true" neglect looks like:

ed's going in the hole, man. it's the cliche where his parents fawn over sarah and are so thankful that she's okay and "you had us worried sick, missy". only to turn to their other child who was also missing for 24 hours and proceed with the finger wagging and reprimanding. i don't think sarah would rat him out though. in fact at this point she might even try to stick up for her now suddenly not so bad older brother. but to no avail. in fact, it makes his mom angrier - she must have hit her head if she's sticking up for her troublemaking brother. "you see, edward? your erratic behavior has finally landed your little sister in the hospital. hope it was worth it." as far as they're concerned, ed put sarah in grave danger by running away. he was a terrible influence, and for that he's gotta be made an example of... to himself? i'm gonna venture a guess here that dad'll be taking the stairs again. he also boards up the basement window. they take his tv, his tapes, his comics, and all his model making supplies. his mom wanted to take his gravy tub but dad insisted it was too much of a hassle. luckily for him though, they can't take that vivid imagination of his. he spends the next two weeks staring at the ceiling, coming up with a storyline for his own comic, which he starts working on as soon as his belongings are returned. it ends up being sooner than he anticipated. he was told it'd be a month, but his mom is sick of looking at the box of his crap in their bedroom closet, so he's off the hook early. lucky feller. next time he runs away though, he's making extra sure sarah doesn't follow.

obviously i think edd and eddy, really all three eds are going to be even closer than they were before their little excursion. but i think it takes time for eddy to mature enough to truly grasp how meaningful it all was. like he knows, but admitting it is corny af. edd is probably gonna be so preoccupied with deconstructing his relationship with his parents that he's a somewhat aloof for a period. there's also a rumbling within ed, especially after seeing sarah's attempt at defending him. i don't really know what conclusion he comes to except that if he wants even a chance at having a good relationship with his sister, he's gotta get the fuck out of there asap. i do think he'd start "running away" more often, possibly staying with eddward during his burgeoning rebellion, or from time to time, eddy. maybe even rolf. he might also sleep in the van when the weather allows. anything to be away from that hell hole. i wrote in my fic that he'd move out and live with may at age like, 17 i think? literally as soon as possible lol.

#i know it seems like i make ed and edd's parents overly terrible but parents really can be overly terrible as i'm sure many of you guys know #if you don't agree that's cool but yknow i'm just answering an ask i got #a long ass time ago btw sorry for not getting to it sooner anon #thanks for asking though #text

[gameshow-host-wally]

*click*

"Hmm I wonder if people can still hear me when I pick it up for myself"

"um... hello? This is, Frank Frankly. I just wanted to share some observations and clues we found. Hopefully if you're hearing this, anyone out there can help us?"

"ahem... well, anyway, we kept going to that park but looks like wherever that black liquid trails to is lost, we also noticed that it caused the grass to decay, that is hopefully holding some importance."

"Asking around, it appears no one could see the connections between Wally from Welcome Home and Wally from that gameshow. It's weird how Wally can't be recognised as both but instead as two different beings. Recently me and Barnaby found the couple we first met in the beginning of our search, um... the ones who gave us money, though it was only the wife we met. All we did is catch up and inform each other on our lives and updates on searching Wally. That was a few days ago, but only today I realised that she out of everyone we asked around, was able to identify Wally Darling as the gameshow host. I hope I can find her again one day"

"...*sigh*... not only is everything weird out there, it is also weird in our new home. I am grateful we're given this home big enough for the six of us. But I really miss our old life. Despite it being a lie, it would've been nice to reassure Poppy again, or get irritated by Barnaby, or also play a game with Julie but she's focused on helping Sally, or anyone in this house, cheer up. I even offered her money to go have some ice cream with Sally"

"Eddie is... well, I'm assuming you know Eddie since you somehow do, but as I was saying, Eddie seems okay? As long as I'm still with him, I'm okay"

"oh right the investigation, um..."

"This is probably not related at all... just concerning... but I think everyone here is hiding something. It's odd, but I noticed small hints on their face expressing discomfort, fear, maybe even desperation. I know things are bad but, something is off. Why are my friends acting this way? How did that mirror broke? Sally doesn't look harmed but she looked so shaken. Julie is doing way too much to make sure we stick together and not spiral down. Why is Barnaby even out at night? He just comes home tired and he looks so distressed about something. I don't know what Howdy could think of this because it looks like he stopped caring. I only have Eddie left but he can't even remember who Wally is and I don't want to ruin this only chance of happiness in here... That's why I'm talking to you in the first place. I don't know what's going on anymore..."

"I do hope you can hear me. Don't tell the others I said that last part"

*click*

#interesting #all of them have potential #welcome home #gameshow host wally #game show host wally #frank frankly

[nukaberries]

howdy! if this blog is still active, could you do new vegas companions react to courier six being a synth? idk how they'd find out, prolly either six telling them or a close call with a courser. it's up to you!

This puts anything I've ever requested on Tumblr to shame because this is such a cool idea?? I'm obsessed with crossing over the Fallout games - which is probably why MacCready's my favourite companion - so I find stuff like this so fun to write. I also just love requests like this because it gives me the chance to challenge myself, I feel like I write the Fallout 4 companions better (I definitely have more hours in 4 than any game), so I love getting the opportunity to write for New Vegas companions too!

//

Companions Reacting to the Courier Being a Synth (Includes: Arcade, Boone, Cass, Lily, Raul and Veronica)

Arcade Gannon When the courier reveals the truth to him, he's more embarrassed than anything that he didn't figure it out himself. He's never seen a robot look so unmistakably humanlike before, leaving him with a lot of questions for the Courier. After all, he's seen them eat, drink, sleep and bleed like any normal, breathing human would - can he even be sure this is the same courier that he first met in Freeside? For a while, Arcade will keep a wary eye on the courier, unsure what to believe, whether he can trust the courier, whether he's been able to trust them at all. Eventually, he comes back around, which is arguably worse for the courier, as they spend most of their time answering questions like "do you have an off switch?"

Craig Boone He doesn't think much of the strange man who'd just tried to ambush the courier, even in spite of the odd outfit that was surely far too warm for someone to be wearing in the middle of the desert. It's only when the courier appears shaken up and Boone finds some kind of component when looting the man that he thinks to question anything. The courier is dismissive at first and says that they simply just got caught off guard by the assailant, of course, Boone doesn't believe them but he doesn't see the point in pushing. When the courier inevitably tells him, it doesn't change much for him, he'll naturally be curious at to how the courier's existence is even possible, but as long as they're still willing to take the Legion down with him, he doesn't care what they are.

Cass Similarly to Boone, the revelation of the courier not being as human as they seem doesn't particularly bother her. She'll probably make a couple of jokes here and there, usually ones that the courier has heard a million times before. It doesn't make any difference to Cass though, sure, it's a little weird but she'd seen weirder just by minding her own business at the Mojave Outpost.

Lily Bowen She's fully aware that she's in no place to judge the courier for what they are and she makes that clear the moment that her companion reveals they're a synth. It doesn't necessarily change anything about the courier for her and if anything, she encourages them to talk about what they went through at the Institute, so long as they feel comfortable telling her. She'll remind them that she's still their grandma and she loves them no matter what.

Raul Tejada When you're around for long enough, you hear a lot, specifically whispers of robots posing as humans in the East, spying for their masters and replacing innocent people. Of course, none of that ever sounds like more than old myth to Raul. That is until a run in with what the courier later explains is a courser leaves Raul to deal with a revelation about his new friend. Admittedly, it's a lot for him to take in, especially after hearing so many bad things about synths for so long, but eventually, he figures nobody would want to make a synth replacement of him and if he's been able to trust the courier for this long, then surely he still can.

Veronica Santangelo Being a Brotherhood Scribe, Veronica knows quite a bit about the Institute already, but since hardly any of her fellow comrades have actually gone to the Commonwealth, her knowledge is limited. Still, it causes some uncertainty when the courier tells her the truth about their identity. She's only ever heard bad things about synths and this does seem like the definition of technology gone out of hand. It takes Veronica a while to warm up to the idea that her friend isn't going to bring her or anyone else any harm, but it'll take a bit longer that it would the others to earn back her trust.

#fallout #fallout headcanons #fallout imagines #fallout x reader #fallout new vegas #arcade gannon #craig boone #rose of sharon cassidy #lily bowen #veronica santangelo #raul tejada

[theresattrpgforthat]

Hi, I recently saw a game that used cribbage scoring for resolution, I know I've dabbled with craps as resolution, and hands of blackjack/poker have been a common diceless alternative for years, but are you aware of any other interesting uses for "classic" games as part of a ttrpg's core mechanics?

THEME: Classic Games - Remixed

Hello there! I’m assuming that the cribbage game you are talking about is Hey Boss, by Zaftikat, which is inspired by Nimona! Let’s see what else we can find. It was easy to find poker hands as methods of resolution, but I did find a few that use a different game!

Headcanon, by radiantfracture.

All the apocalypses blur together, but this one could be special. 

In which our heroes play collaborative poker for their fates and the fate of the multiverse. …No pressure.

In Headcanon, the two(ish) of you – friends, enemies, allies, lovers, all of the above – play out the final episode of the Eternal Show, a nearly infinite low-budget horror-speculative-fiction-suspense-medical-drama-police-procedural-apocalyptic TV series.

In this low-prep ttrpg, players create collaborative poker hands to determine their characters’ actions and the success or failure of the scene.

If you want some two-player fun with poker hands and some inspiration, you might want to check out Headcanon. You’ll start by deciding what’s canon - where is the story set? Who are the factions at play? What does the end of the world look like? You’ll use cards from the deck to help you narrow down some of the options, as well as create characters for each of you. You’ll then play establishing hands that flesh out some details about the beginning of the episode - what happened to your characters, and how they’re feeling about it. Then recap a bit and try to determine what brought your characters to this moment. You’ll play through 5 acts using a shared hand in order to create a narrative, with actions available depending on the number of the card you played, ending in a final scene where you get to decide how it all goes down.

If you paid for the TTRPGs for Reproductive Rights Bundle a year or two ago, you already own this game. If you want a game that gives you and a friend the chance to make the season finale you’ve always wanted, you might want to check out this game!

Howdy, Stranger, by NumberNine.

This is a wild west RPG that uses blackjack as a resolution mechanic. The first thing this gives you is a new way to resolve actions - the Dealer and the player each play a hand of blackjack. The Dealer always hits on a 16 or lower; on a 17, they stand. If you win the hand, you did it! If you lose, you run into complications. If you get blackjack, not only do you win, but the dealer adds a twist that makes you even more awesome.

The game also has a little bit of structure around character creation and combat, using card values to assign numbers to three skills, and more cards to determine how long you last in a gun fight. Finally, it gives you a starting scenario, with a mysterious death and a number of rumours for the players to follow up on. If your game group already has a comfortable style of play, you could plop this in and take it for a spin - if you’re a new group or new to GM-ing, I’d recommend something else with a little more guidance.

Rowan Queen Blues, by Vyrdine.

Rowan Queen Blues is a game for the 2022 Cover Game Jam, under the theme of Rituals & Folklore. Three players work together as The Rowan Queen, a single authority [though not necessarily a single person] attempting to lead her people to safety against the oncoming threat of the Darkness.

What I like about this game is that it gives you digital tarot cards to play with if you don’t have your own deck. The game also comes with the basic rules of cribbage, in case you’re unfamiliar with it. This is a game of three-player cribbage, using prompts from the tarot deck to help spark the creativity as you play. What exactly the darkness is (and who the Queen is) looks to be up to you.

DROWWORD, by Ursidice.

The Drow – sometimes known as Trow or Dtrow – are mischievous sprites with pale skin and dark hair that inhabit the Orkney Islands. At night, when the moonlight paints the earth, they emerge from their drowie knowes to sneak into nearby towns, causing mischief and stealing items to take home to their burrows. They love music and are particularly beguiled by songs and stories, drawing the power for their tricksy magick from written and spoken words. As they run through the darkened streets and across the wild cliffs, they draw letters from their sporrans to cast spells on those who would spot them or stand in their way.

DROWWORD is a mini RPG that uses Scrabble tiles instead of dice, where you play as naughty dark elves trying to steal as many shiny trinkets as possible!

The basic method of resolution in this game relies on drawing letter tiles and counting how many you need to get 10 points. The less you need to draw, the better - but if you draw too many, you can always try to negate it by spelling a word! This replicates the drows’ use of magic as an attempt to save themselves from failure. It’s a simple little game with plenty of opportunity for mischief!

hook, line, & cyb3r, by satah.

a go fish-powered cyberpunk-flavoured game of blade-wielding bounty hunters, originally developed for the fishblade 2023 game jam

a zero prep, GMless, pick-up-&-play one shot of dastardly neon-tinged montages, leaning on mechanics you've known like your entire life & a vast array of generative tables to slide you effortlessly into playing out the chaotic professional lives of shadowrunners, bounty hunters, or some other type of high tech dystopic gig economy adjacent freelance criminals for hire.

You'll still need some d6's to play this game, but the basic rules use the mechanics of Go Fish. The suits of cards represent four different kinds of intel, which you'll need to gather to build a scenario. Using the cards and some roll tables, you don't need a GM, because the story is partially generated! If you want to play a roleplaying game with friends but nobody has a lot of time or mental energy to learn a new ruleset, I recommend hook, line, & cyb3r.

Go Directly To Jail, by Typhos Games.

Go Directly to Jail is a game of prison break. Two agents have each been asked by a different crime syndicate to rescue one of their members from the Elmira Correctional Facility in New York State. This maximum security prison houses some of the worst mobsters in the entire world, and you've been tasked with breaking one of them out.

Two players will take turns moving around the board, and will alternate acting as their character and as the narrator. Both players are trying to get in and get out as quickly as possible, but don't get in each other's way!

This game uses the pieces of Monopoly, but not necessarily all of the rules. The board becomes a prison, out of which both of you are trying to escape. You use Monopoly money to represent assets, that you can use to overcome Obstacles rather than attempting to roll for it. It doesn’t matter what version of Monopoly you use - although I think it would be very fun to re-skin the setting based off of the Monopoly board you use!

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #dnd #game recommendations #asks #indie ttrpg

[prettywhenibleed]

Hey Bestie, could I request a yandere!Severen from Near Dark? He finds the reader and becomes obsessed with her and wants her to join him? He'll literally do anything to have the reader and doesn't mind playing dirty in order to have her by his side? ❤️

Of course bestie!! I love Severen so much and the idea of Yandere Severen *chefs kiss* I haven't really written any yandere stuff before, only very mild for yandere Dwayne, so I hope this is what you wanted. Also, sorry if it was a bit short. 😭

𝕵𝖔𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖊 𝕴𝖓 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 (Join Me In Death)

Fem!Reader x Yandere!Severen TW: Yandere, Death, Language, brief mention of abuse Summary: Severen didn't care what he had to do, he would make you his. Because as far as he was concerned, the second he laid eyes on you, you already belonged to him. You just didn't know it yet.

From the second Severen laid his eyes on you, he was obsessed and knew that he was going to make you his. Whether you liked it or not. Though he would first try to win you over with his charm and good looks, I mean, how could you resist him? But if that somehow didn’t work, he would just have to take more drastic measures. And by ‘more drastic’ he meant kidnapping, but he was sure it wouldn’t come to that. Not with his ability to lay on the charm and make a girl feel special, especially when you most definitely were special. As soon as the sun had set and he and the others had woken up, they all made their way over to the bar that he had seen you at the night before. He was more than ready to see you again. Last night, he didn’t get a chance to talk to you but he sure as hell was going to talk to you tonight. The bar wasn’t too packed, only a handful of patrons sitting in various spots in the bar. Severen was bouncing his knee up and down, anxiously awaiting your arrival. Though he wasn’t nervous, no, he was excited as hell. The others were watching him, curious as to why he seemed so excitable tonight. More than usual. Well, that was until you walked into the bar with some guy by your side. Severen scrunched his face up at the sight. ‘What the fuck, man?’ He thought to himself as he watched you and the guy sit down at the bar together. Jesse and Diamond shared a look with each other, now knowing the cause for Severen’s behavior. A girl, of course. Though they were still both curious to see how this would play out, knowing that Severen was the obsessive and possessive type and seeing that you seemed to already be with someone, would make for an interesting night for sure. For the next half an hour, Severen watched the two of you with disgust. The disgust was not directed towards you, but towards the guy who seemed to be your boyfriend. He hated that you were with someone else, not that it was going to stop him from claiming what was, in his mind, rightfully his. This just meant that he would have to get rid of your boyfriend first. That thought brought a smile to his face. Oh how he was going to enjoy ripping that piece of shit apart. 

Finally, your boyfriend left to go to the bathroom and Severen used this as his opportunity to talk to you. He swiftly made his way over to you, leaning against the bartop and giving you his most charming smile. “Howdy there, darlin. What’s a pretty little thing like you doin in a place like this?” He flirted. Your cheeks heated up at this and you slightly turned your head away and brought a hand up to your face to try and hide your blush, which he found absolutely adorable. “Umm, sorry but I’m here with my boyfriend.” You told him politely. While he hated that you had a boyfriend, he appreciated the loyalty. Not that it was gonna stop him. “I don’t see him.” He said, feigning looking around for him, his smile never dropping. Not until he saw your face drop. Severen looked behind him in the direction in which you were looking, wanting to see what caused you to have this reaction. Your boyfriend had come back from the bathroom and he looked pissed. Severen looked back at you and that’s when he took notice of the bruising around your wrist where the sleeve of your jacket had risen up a bit. This caused feelings of anger and protectiveness to bubble up in him. How fucking dare this human shit stain lay his filthy hands on you. Oh he was really going to enjoy killing him now. Once your boyfriend had made his way back to you, he roughly grabbed you by the arm and pulled you up out of your chair and shot Severen a glare. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, man? She’s with me.” He spat. You let out a quiet whimper at your boyfriend's tight grip on you. 

“Doesn’t look like she’s real happy to be with you, asshole.” Severen spat back and puffing his chest up, just itching to lay into this dude already. He looked over at the table where Jesse, Diamond, Homer and Mae were sat. Jesse gave him a nod and that made him grin ear to ear. Seeing as there were now only four other people here, besides him, his family, you and your boyfriend, it wouldn’t matter if they all had a little fun. Not that more people ever really stopped them anyway. “What the hell are you smiling at?” Your boyfriend angrily asked. “Oh buddy, you’re about to find out!” Severen said as he suddenly ripped your boyfriend's hand from your arm and socked him right in the face. You gasped and cringed at the sound of what had to be his nose breaking. Severen then let out an enthusiastic howl as he proceeded to press his boot to your boyfriend's throat and lean down. “Well now, this seems pretty funny to me!” Severen said to him, a sadistic grin on his face. He then looked up at Jesse. “What do ya think, Jess? Ain’t this funny?” He asked. Jesse, along with the others laughed. “Pretty damn funny.” He agreed with a smile on his face. Severen then looked over at you, his grin still wild but it softened slightly when he met your eyes. “What do ya think, darlin?” He asked you, his voice a little softer, as he pushed his boot harder into your boyfriend's throat, causing him to choke and try to pry Severen’s boot from it, but to no avail. You looked like a deer in the headlights as you stared at him, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing like a fish as you tried to speak. Just then, the bartender pulled out a shotgun from under the bar and cocked it, aiming it at Severen. Severen reluctantly diverted his attention from you and to the bartender. “Aww gee whiz. Ya got me!” He jested, mock surrendering. “Now, you and your friends leave on foot or in body bags.” The bartender threatened. This only caused Severen and the others to grin and laugh. Jesse got up and slowly walked over to the door, closing it. The bartender quickly redirected his aim from Severen, to Jesse. “What are you doing?” He questioned. “Just giving us a little privacy. We prefer to eat away from prying eyes.” Jesse told him as he leaned against the wall, sending Severen a look. 

That’s all Severen needed, as he swiftly lifted his boot before swinging it back and forth, slitting your boyfriend's throat with his spur. You let out a scream before covering your mouth with your hands, watching in fear as blood poured out of his neck. Just then, a loud bang filled the bar and you dropped to the ground and buried your face into your knees, just wishing this night would end. The other three people in the bar started to scramble but were quickly stopped by Jesse, Diamond, Homer and Mae. Severen stood there for a moment as he looked down at his stomach, now a bloody mess. He looked back up at the bartender and grinned. “WOOOOOO! What a kick! DO IT AGAIN!” He shouted, his voice deranged and exhilarated. The bartender went to reload the shotgun as Severen walked over to the bar, jumped on top and started kicking glasses and bottles off of it and in the bartender’s direction. Fumbling with the shell, he didn’t have time to reload it before Severen repeated his actions from before, raising his boot up and moving his foot back and forth, slitting the bartender’s throat. Severen then jumped down from the bar top and crouched down to the bartender, pulling him up to his mouth and making him a meal. The others had the same idea, as they began to devour their own meals. You sat there, your knees to your chest and your face still buried, not wanting to see the carnage around you. Suddenly, you felt hands on your arms, moving them out of the way, then lift your head up. “Howdy.” Severen said to you, his face covered in blood. Tears flooding your eyes and small sobs leaving you. In your mind, you were next. Severen sat down on the ground in front of you as he tried to pull you to him. “Hey, hey. I’m not gonna hurt ya, darlin.” He cooed, trying to reassure you that he meant no harm. Not to you anyway. “P-please. Don’t kill me.” You cried. 

Severen cupped your face and made you look at him. “I’d never do that. I love you too damn much to ever hurt a hair on your pretty little head.” He told you with a smile. You felt your heart sink at his words. The words of someone truly delusional. “I’m gonna take you away from all this, okay.” He said as he petted your head, smoothing down your hair. “I’m gonna make you just like me and then we can live happily ever after. How’s that sound?” He told you, his smile never fading, even as more tears began to stream down your face. He couldn’t believe it. You were finally his. He was gonna take real good care of you and make sure no one touched you ever again. Sure you might not accept his love just yet, but you would learn to. He just knew it! You two were made for each other, he knew it from the moment he saw you.

Taglist: @6lostgirl6 @britany1997 @bloodywickedvamp

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#near dark #near dark 1987 #severen #severen near dark #severen x fem reader #fem reader #yandere #yandere severen #bill paxton #fanfic #request #PWIBfic

[grey-sides]

Can we have some mutual wingmen Steve and Eddie trying to speak with their crushes Billy and Chrissy?

Howdy, anon! I imagine this is probably a little different from what you imagined when you prompted me, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!

"The Shining Twins," one of the guys from the basketball team mutters when they flood out of gym class.

Steve rolls his eyes, noticing Billy leaning against the locker next to Chrissy's. They are matching today, but Steve's pretty sure that's just because Chrissy is wearing one of Billy's shirts.

Completely platonically, of course, Chrissy had assured Steve when he escorted her to homecoming. Jason had been fuming, Eddie wasn't willing to go even for the chance to dance with Chrissy, and Billy was grounded. Not that that had stopped him from sneaking out to hang out with Steve after.

Steve nods as he passes them, a small smile gracing his features. He doesn't really know what to call what he and Billy are. Friends, definitely. Very good friends, even. Very good, almost best friends who sometimes almost, maybe kiss when they're left to their own devices.

Steve just doesn't know and he doesn't know how to broach the topic with Billy. He's afraid that if he does, he'll break the spell over whatever it is they're dancing around and it'll come to an end. Half formed kisses and sweetly shared breath should be enough.

He hikes his bag over his shoulder and yelps when a hand grabs him from a classroom and pulls him inside.

Steve is wielding a very dull pencil in his right hand when he whirls around to face Eddie.

"I could have killed you!" Steve snaps, shaking his head. Upon closer inspection, this isn't a classroom, it's Eddie's dungeon for his club.

Eddie looks at the pencil in his hand, makes a face and shrugs. "Nah, probably would have left a sweet scar though.

He flicks on the overhead lights which have been draped in fabric to create a darker ambience. Steve raises a brow when it throws into light that Eddie is not wearing his denim jacket for once.

"You have a presentation today or something?" Steve asks, setting his bag down on the floor and hauling himself up onto a desk jammed in the corner.

"No," Eddie scoffs.

"You're missing a layer."

Eddie looks down at himself and flushes nervously. "Uh, that's part of why I invited you in here."

Steve makes a face and shakes his head. "Sorry, man, not interested."

"No! I didn't dress up for you," Eddie scoffs. He shakes his head and fidgets with his clean t-shirt. He is wearing his battle vest, but Steve supposes losing one layer is a good start.

"And I have my jacket, I was gonna offer it to Chrissy, is all," Eddie adds. His voice goes soft at the end and Steve grins.

"Oh yeah? Cute."

Eddie flips him off while he flops back into his throne. He kicks one leg over the side and looks at Steve. "And you're going to talk to Billy.

"I talk to Billy almost every day," Steve retorts.

"And now you're going to say what's really been on your mind."

Steve licks his lips and looks away. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You do. I'm going to talk to Chrissy and you're going to talk to Billy. We'll plan a double date so there's less pressure," Eddie suggests.

Steve swallows and looks up at the ceiling. Someone has half painted a dragon onto it with the other half sketched in pencil. "I don't know, man."

"Well, I do. I'm tired of being a- a coward about it. And I'm tired of watching you and Billy have a western stand-off."

Steve shakes his head, dropping his gaze back to Eddie. He's feigning looking comfortable right now. "You should have told me, I would have dressed up."

He's wearing a polo, is all, and it's in fine condition. But maybe he would have worn a different polo, a nicer one. Or jeans instead of khakis.

"You look fine, you look like you always do!"

Steve pushes off the desk to walk over to Eddie. "I don't know, I'm not even sure what I should say. Hey, sorry we've been dancing around each other but I really do want to kiss you? And like hold your hand at the quarry and look at the stars together? And I want to get naked with you, but not in the school showers? How does that sound?"

"Super romantic," Billy announces, standing with Chrissy on his arm. They're both grinning with her cheek pressed to his shoulder. "More romantic than I thought you were capable of, Steve."

Steve whips around while his cheeks flush and he can hear Eddie scrambling to sit up straight.

"How much of that did you hear?" Steve demands.

Chrissy giggles and shrugs. "Enough." She wiggles her fingers at Eddie over Steve's shoulder.

"How about the drive-in on Friday?" Billy says, smirking at them. "You can pick us up in the van at seven. Don't be late."

Chrissy laughs again and turns, looking at them over her shoulder. "See you, Eddie!"

Steve watches them go, heart pounding in his chest. He snaps his mouth shut and shakes his head.

"I think it worked!" Eddie finally says, louder than he needs to.

Steve turns to look at him and puts his hands on his hips. "Is that what you call a crithit?"

Eddie doubles over with his laughter.

#harringrove #hellcheer #stranger things #greye writes

[film-in-my-soul]

Fandom Fic Rec: Throw Back Edition

I'm making a game cause I'm bored, and I've been thinking about old fandoms I've been in and the fics that have left an impression on me! So here are the rules:

Chose 5 fandoms you are no longer active in (as in actively participating/creating in), and then chose 1 fic for each fandom that's stuck with you. Tag 5 people when you're done!

(Of course, if you're not tagged, you're welcome to play. I just think it's fun to do a little fandom digging and share some blasts from the past :3)

1. Fandom: Harry Potter | Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Forgive Those Who Trespass by: Lomonaaeren (AO3)

This fic is filled with heavy and disturbing subject matter, so if you check it out please mind the tags and then expect a little worse. Still, it's a highly captivating story, and the pacing is phenomenal. I love this writer a lot, actually, and when I was actively reading Drarry it turns out they wrote a lot of the ones I enjoyed.

2. Fandom: Law & Order: SVU | Pairing: Rafael Barba/Sonny Carisi

Good Morning by: @poipoi1912 | Kaye_21 (AO3)

I'm pretty sure, aside from the credit I give the TG fandom. This was actually my first introduction to the time loop concept. It's one I come back to, ironically, over and over again. I love pretty much everything about it, to the point where I once asked to do a podfic (and boy howdy did that slip through my fingers .-., rip to non-planning Alex of old) of the piece because I loved it so much!

3. Fandom: Star Trek (2009) | Paring: Leonard McCoy/Pavel Chekov

The Gap Between (Fanfic.net) by: McStories (Fanfic.net)

Talk about an age gap with this one (ties back into the title actually) and a rarepair at that. I don't even remember what fic got me into this pairing, though I know who to blame for dragging me into it. This fic runs the gauntlet of characters having misconceptions, preconceived notions, and learning how to get the fuck over themselves. I love this fic to pieces. It's one of the few I've read multiple times, and if you're open to the ship I highly recommend giving this one a shot. There is heavy subject matter, however, so be mindful.

4. Fandom: Teen Wolf | Paring: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

(not so) Pure Imagination by: @halekingsourwolf / @theroguesrandom | theroguesgambit (AO3)

The concept in this fic was the first time I'd ever seen it done, and god, is it done well. It's fun and sexy and filled with a glorious amount of guilt and pining. Wonderful all the way through and one of the few Sterek fics that immediately comes to mind! If you're into Sterek and you haven't read this please do yourself a favor and go on!

5. Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis | Pairing: John Shepard/Rodney McKay

know how to fall by Auburn (Website)

With the downfall of old personally owned/hosted fanfic site, in the dark ages before AO3 and Fanfiction.net, where LiveJournal was really poppin', it's an honest to god shame how many amazing fanfictions have been lost to the cruel ways of the internet, and no fandom for me has been hit as hard as the Stargate: Atlantis fandom. I was so happy to see that this fic lived on with Auburn's personally maintained archive, and I hope that some of you get a chance to read this fic as well as some others from this author.

Tagging: @thestarlitnight @blackestglass @yikes-00 @kd-heart @cristinuke

(please do not feel like you need to have yours look like this; I am just very extra)

((also, rip to everyone in [REDACTED] who has seen these links over the last few months already <3))

#sterek #mcchekov #barisi #drarry #mcshep #fic rec #multifandom fic rec #rec game #tag game

[asmrbrainrot]

The Gator boys & the Moon Witch~ Ch 1

It had been a fairly quiet week for Esther, or Sybil now. How long had she been going by that name? A few years at least, since she had gotten away from that awful Rexite priest… but she’d rather not remember. The whole traveling cabaret act treated her well. As well as it could at least, considering the nature of showbiz. Common sense told her she should probably be finding a place to settle down by now but she enjoyed floating from place to place. (Even when she didn’t need to) It’s not like this was her only source of income though. She was a witch after all, so it wasn’t difficult to make money on the side selling glamor potions or ready-made spell scrolls.

She slowed her broom as she took in the scenery around her. Cypress trees, cat tails, the smell of autumn in the air, it had been a while since she had traveled along the countryside. She halted her broom to read the wooden sign that marked her destination. “Welcome to Lilloway, Home of the Silverben Swamps” “Huh Quaint little place..” she muttered to herself. She decided to finish her journey on foot. Bella had woken from her nap and was getting ancy in her basket, besides after flying all day a walk would do Esther some good. It was surprising that such a small town like this would even have a nightclub, even more so that they invited her to perform. “Must be pretty short on entertainment if they invited a few old washups like us huh Belle?” The small dog gave an enthusiastic yip in response.

Not that she was complaining, a town like Lilloway was a pleasant change of pace from Akahn, with all its hustle and bustle. Something her college self would’ve loved, with all its trade and new-fangled gadgets. Oh goodness it had to be fifteen years now she was out of school. The woman leashed up her little friend and the two set into town. The once peaceful countryside soon melted into the stirrings of a village. As they approached the village square a corkboard with a plethora of fliers caught her eye. Thinking there might be a map among them Esther approached, Bella in tow. Hmmm Fall festival, Gabby’s Glamour spells, (Got enough of those as is) Oh! A freshly posted flier caught her eye. “Madam Sybil Dupree The Songbird of the South Performing at the Silverben Saloon!”. “Hmmm Guess we ain’t so washed up after all ey Belle?” Esther smiled leaning down to pet the black cavalier as it yipped excitedly. When suddenly Esther's attention was drawn to a set of large black boots that were approaching her.

“Howdy Ma’am.” Spoke the owner of the boots, in a deep husky voice. Esther stood up taking Bella with her as she faced the man. He was a tall muscular fellow with copper hair & beard. His arms marred with scars from what had to be his previous tussles. That and his serious demeanor told Esther this man wasn’t to be trifled with, nevertheless she had been brought up to give everyone a fair chance regardless. It’s what Earl would’ve done. “Well Hello there.” Esther responded warmly, Bella snugly in her arms. “Names Warren.” The burly man introduced, offering his hand as a sign of good will. Esther returned the gesture noting the rugged texture of his hand. A working man. “And you must be the famous Madam Dupree, if my eyes don’t deceive me.” Warren remarked, offering a kind smile while giving Bella a gentle pat on the head. “I don’t know if I’d call it that exactly!” Esther laughed, setting Bella down once more. “No need to be so humble! You’re all the town’s been talking about lately, well’sides them swap freaks runnin amuck.” The man remarked, ripping a bounty flier off the board.

Esther’s eyes were drawn to the flier, it depicted a terrible alligator-like beast with a hefty bounty listed at the bottom. Her chestnut eyes flicked from the flier to Warren, who had picked up on her curiosity. “Them beasts nothin ta worry bout Ma’am. Just a couple a wild half bloods runnin down the property value. Me an my men will have ‘em taken care of soon enough.” The man added in a vague attempt to “comfort” the women next to him. In truth Esther felt bad for those poor souls. Sure they looked a little different, acted a little different, but they didn’t ask to be that way. In the end they were just people trying to live their lives. Why should they be treated so horribly? “ So you’re a bounty hunter then?” Esther added dryly. If Warren was the kind of man to hunt down innocent people for sport then she wanted no part of him, but she had to be subtle about it. If word got around that she was some halfblood-sympathizing radical, she’d be run outta town faster than the half bloods themselves. “Looks like Warren caught a live one!” Shouted a woman from across the way.

She and another young fellow approached. Friends of Warren couldn’t be good company. Best to keep subtle for now though. “Aw hush up Andy. I was just greeting this lovely young lady to our town. It ain’t too often we get celebrities down here.” At this the younger blonde headed man perched up. “You’re Madam Dupree then! The one that’s ’s singing at the saloon?” The lad piped up. “Of course you would know Vernon! There’s hardly an’evenin you don’t spend at the saloon!” At this the two began to bicker before a calm yet stern hand gesture from Warren signaled the two to stop. “If you children are done I do believe Madam Dupree here needs some direction to the Inn.” Warren implored looking at Esther with a knowing glint in his emerald eyes. “Oh! Yes actually.” She responded “Then I reckon we should show you the way so you can get all settled an’ready for the show tonight!” Warren offered, the warm smile returning. “I’d like that.” And with that they were off to the Inn, little Bella in tow wagging her tail all the way.

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