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quixoticall · 4 months

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The View Between Villages

Summary: Steve Harrington offers to be your ghostly tour guide after your mysterious, unexpected death.

AN: Hiiiii, if you’ve been wondering where I’ve been then, first of all thank you for thinking of me, and secondly, I have been sick with bronchitis for weeks. Tbh I never understood in Regency novels where they would make such a huge deal about someone being sick until now. That shit took me out. Anyway, in my convalescence I watch the show, School Spirits and I couldn’t help but see the similarities between Wally and Steve—both men of the 80s, hot labrador retriever jocks with a compulsive need for parental approval? So, that’s how this lil piece was born. I would love to continue writing in this universe so please, if you have any requests, send them in! In the meantime, I am hard at work on This Could Get Ugly and a lovely lil Eddie number inspired by another Noah Kahan song.

Warnings: School Spirit!AU, Major Character Death, talks about own death, brief mention of violence and death, angst, this is sad! Ghost!Steve and Ghost?Reader

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!reader

WC: 2K

It’s Steve Harrington who first declares you dead. Admittedly it takes you an embarrassingly long time to realize, it wasn’t like they sent out notices for these types of things either, as convenient as a note would’ve been:

To Whom it May Concern:

We regret to inform you that on February 12 of this year, you will unfortunately perish under unclear circumstances in the city of Chicago, Illinois at Northwestern University. Please make sure to get your affairs in order before the set date.

No, none of that, instead you had attended three whole lectures before noticing that no one was acknowledging you—not your professors when you raised your hand; not your classmates when you asked if they could loan you a pencil; not even your best friend when you ran into him in the hall. You thought it could’ve been a weird prank. Then the news began to spread, you were missing. Reported by your roommate after not having come home from a late-night study session at the library. And then they found traces of blood in the boiler room of the library’s basement.

Still, you thought to yourself, maybe you were having a really long terrible dream. Or maybe you were in a coma. Or doing one of those VR headset things. Or maybe you were dead and cursed to spend the rest of eternity haunting the very campus where you died.

Your friends were never the gym type, which is why you end up at the school’s pool in an effort to avoid the pain and desperation you feel every time you see their tired but still-hopeful faces.

That’s where you see him. Or, more importantly, where he sees you. You first spot him sitting at the edge of the pool, observing the ongoing swim team practice and are immediately struck.

Sure, you may be stuck in some weird reality where you may or may not be dead but you can still appreciate a hot person. Especially one as handsome as Pool Guy who’s striped swim trunks sit low on his hips and he has a smattering of dark hair trailing from his belly button almost up to the base of his neck. Thick, chestnut-colored hair swoops in his handsome face in golden-touched waves and gracefully frame a pair of honey-hued eyes. Of course you were going to stare.

You’re sure you stare for an indecent amount of time, but it wasn’t like that mattered, you remind yourself, you’re invisible to him like you are to everyone else.

Except you’re not invisible to him because Pool Guy was making eye contact and worse, he was waving, solidifying the fact that he is very aware of your presence. He can see you.

“Hi, you must be new here. I’m Steve Harrington, class of ‘86,” he introduces himself, with way too much verve once he swims over to where you’re still frozen in place.

“You can see me?” You ask, once you find your voice, “How can you see me?”

You reach out to grasp his offered hand and to your shock, your fingers don’t go straight through his, like it would with anyone else’s. Instead you’re enveloped in the warm solid grasp of his hand.

He cracks a smile at this, “because I’m dead too. Which, I totally get you’re probably wondering how someone this good-looking could’ve died so young but i will—“

“Dead?” you squeak out.

“Sorry,” he says with an awkward grimace, “I know not everyone likes that term, um, how do you identify—?“

You cut him off once again, “I didn’t know I was dead.”

It’s his turn to be confused.

“Really? Most people are really quick about putting it together. When they see their body the memories all come back. I mean even I put it together and I was never the smartest even before the accident—oh, shit. You’re the missing girl. The one from all the flyers.”

Clearly he’s referencing the myriad HAVE YOU SEEN ME? flyers with your face on them that paint the campus. Up until now, you had been categorically missing not dead, and now that someone has spoken your fate out loud, you’re certain it is all but sealed.

“Listen, I am so sorry. Let me go get someone who’s way better at this than I—“ you cut off his apologetic rambling,

“I need to leave right now.”

Before he can say anything else you’re running in the opposite direction as quickly as you can.

You don’t go back to the pool after that.

Being dead wasn’t so bad. Sure, you had spent a solid five weeks distraught over the loss of the life you had once lived and mourning everything you will never get to do. And yeah, it was a uniquely painful type of loneliness getting to see all your friends and never getting to interact with them, especially during those first few weeks when your disappearance was hot on everyone’s lips and heavy in the hearts of your friends. But outside of all that, being dead was okay. At least, you didn’t have to submit any more papers or do laundry.

After your encounter with Steve Harrington, class of ‘86, you decide to hole up in the library. You desperately convince yourself that if you search the shelves enough you’ll be able to find something in one of the many books that talk about the afterlife that might provide you some clarity about your newfound ghostly status. Surely there’d have to be something helpful. Anything. A ghost manual, perhaps or some graduate research paper about being stuck in between realms. You’d easily settle for a Chicken Soup for the Ghostly Soul.

Or you think traitorously to yourself, a tour guide to the afterlife, someone who has experience with being dead and a great set of abs. Every time you’re close to convincing yourself to go back to the pool, the embarrassment of your mortifying first encounter pulls you back. No way you were going to see him again. Just because you were dead didn’t mean you’d lost all your dignity.

Your internal back-and-forth ends up not mattering because he ends up coming to you.

You spot his well-coifed head maneuvering through the tall shelves from where you’ve holed yourself up on the fourth floor mezzanine and watch as he weaves through the unassuming crowd, completely unnoticed, just like you.

He’s wearing clothes this time, which both disappointing and surprising since you haven’t quite figured out the mechanics or social expectations of how often ghosts should be changing clothes. In a pair of snug-fitted jeans with a Northwestern Athletics sweatshirt and a pair of high top Nikes, he takes the winding steps up to your unofficial perch two at a time . If this is what he looks like some 40 years dead, you can’t imagine what he looked like when he had a pulse, it must have been like staring into the sun.

“Hi,” he offers tentatively when he approaches, like he’s sure you’ll run off spooked.

“Hi.”

“Sorry to bother you, it’s just, well, my friend Robin told me she saw you here and I wanted to come by and apologize for what happened. At the pool. I truly had no idea, sometimes I just say things without thinking, which I am working on, trust me.”

You smile, appreciative but defeated, part of you was hoping he was coming up here to tell you that there had been some sort of mistake.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault, it was just a bit of shock, is all. I guess I’m still adjusting to this whole being dead thing,” you joke weakly.

“Yeah, about that, if you ever need help adjusting or learning the ropes or anything like that, I—we are always happy to help. There’s a few of us that band together and we’d love to have you. Truly,” he claws nervously at the back of his head as he makes his offer the tip of his sneaker digging into the worn library carpet.

“Thanks,” you say, genuinely, “I really appreciate that.”

He looks at you now, finally, and his gaze is golden, warm honey and it’s like a shot to the chest. Like you’ve promised him the moon. A hand is extended towards just slightly, a twitch, and you realize he’s expecting you to take it.

“I can’t right now, though,” you say, lamely and you watch his smile waver. Quickly you add, ”I need some time, I think, before it becomes permanent. If I go with you, I’m dead. Alone up here, I’m still just missing. Does that…make sense?”

He nods, furiously, “It makes total sense. You can come find me by the pool whenever you’re ready. I will be there.”

He makes a move to leave and you register the paper in his hand for the first time. It’s a flyer with your face on it, different than all the ones before.

“Wait, what is that?” You ask, fingers skimming the plush of his sweatshirt to get his attention.

“Oh, um,” he swallows thickly, “they’re having a vigil for you tonight, I wasn’t sure if you’d seen or if you were going, but if you were going, I was going to see if you wanted some company. “

His voice is small now and the regret is etched thickly on his face.

Fingers shaking, you extend a hand out for the flyer. Steve sighs but gently places it in your trembling grasp nonetheless.

It’s true, what he said about the vigil, you had no clue. You’re not sure how long you spend staring at your own face, long enough for the words to stop making sense, but not long enough for them to stop meaning anything.

Steve stays the entire time and when you sink to the floor, tear tracks heavy on your cheeks, he sinks with you. You cry, and he stays.

“I can’t go,” you admit, and then, in the same breath, plea, “How can I go?”

Next to you, Steve lets out a shuttering sigh.

“When I died, they did something similar, my parents came down from Indy and everything. I couldn’t bring myself to go either. But shit, maybe if I did, I would’ve gotten what I needed to move on from here. Closure or whatever. Or maybe not, who knows? But I will never know and I would hate for you to never know.”

It’s still too hard to go you decide, but you can’t pretend it’s not happening. Instead, the two of you sit on the roof of the library, feet dangling over the ledge watch a river of candlelight flowing through the center of campus. You can hear, faintly, as your friends make speeches talking about how kind you were, how good, how funny and undeserving until their voices fail from holding back tears.

You cry the whole time, but you don’t regret it.

The two of you stay sitting there far past the end, Steve’s arms wrapped around you, holding the pieces of you together.

After, when you’ve had enough of it all and the last candle has gone out, you turn to Steve and say, “thank you, that did make me feel better. You were right.”

He chuckles wryly.

“I don’t hear that I’m right very often,” he admits before cracking another smile, “but I could get used to hearing it, especially from you. Now, what do you say about getting some ice cream? No offense, but that thing was a total downer.”

You laugh, genuinely, not only at his joke, but the absurdity of it all before playfully shoving his shoulder. In response, Steve pretends to lose his balance and almost fall of the ledge and you both know it’s silly but it makes you smile so it’s worth it.

Dying is probably the worst thing that has ever happened to you, but at least you are not alone.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagines #Steve Harrington imagines #Steve Harrington x yn #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x you #school spirits!AU #ghost!steve Harrington

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 4 months

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weee another fantasy au snippet <3 a little shorter than usual cause that's what the scene is <3 shorter <3

Something is wrong with Wally.

It’s not serious, or at least Barnaby doesn’t think it is. If he didn’t pay such close attention to his buddy, he’d never know that anything was amiss at all - Wally has an excellent straight face. But not so excellent that Barnaby can’t read him.

There’s a different curve to his smile these days. It’s sort of pinched, sort of sad. It matches a look in his eyes that puts Barnaby on edge, if only because that deep, dark pensiveness is so wildly out of place on Wally’s soft face.

It scares him. Something is off.

What is it?

Barnaby taps his claws on his middle as he stares at the tent roof, thin enough that firelight from outside bleeds through. Despite the late hour, his eyelids feel magicked open. The other side of the tent yawns empty, and that is precisely the source of Barnaby’s insomnia.

Everyone is asleep except for two - and Barnaby is only awake because of one.

With a deep sigh through the nose, Barnaby sits up and clambers out of the tent. He shivers as he stands up and crosses his arms, rubbing at his fur. The night sky is clear, but the breeze cuts him through to the bone. It isn’t even winter yet, sheesh…

The campfire casts a fuzzy outline of red-orange around Wally. He doesn’t turn away from the embers as Barnaby shuffles behind him, and Barnaby doesn’t have to look to know that he’s staring directly into the low flames. He tweaks Wally’s raised hood as he passes, just to make sure Wally knows he isn’t alone anymore. He spaces out, sometimes.

“Can’t sleep?” Barnaby asks as he takes the log next to Wally’s rock of choice. Wally just hums, and Barnaby frowns.

There’s that look again.

With how Wally is perched, his legs drawn up and arms folded on his knees, his smile is hidden. It’s unsettling. Barnaby scans Wally from the corner of his eye, taking in the tension in his shoulders and the nearly invisible pinch of his nonexistent brows.

“Yeah, me neither,” Barnaby says. Another breeze, another shudder, and a quick glare at the stars.

Should he press? The obvious answer is absolutely not, but… Barnaby isn’t sure how much of this - thisness he can take. He has no idea what to call it. A mood? It’s too serious to be considered a mood. All Barnaby knows is that when Wally is like this, something itches under his skin.

Tonight would be a perfect opportunity to ask. Everyone else is fast asleep. Wally isn’t putting up the fronts he usually does. The knowledge that this Wally, the Wally all covered up and curled in on himself, is as vulnerable as anyone will never see - it makes Barnaby want to reach.

“Hey,” he murmurs, nudging his knee against Wally’s boot, “I’m starting to worry for the fire with how you’re glarin’ at the thing. What, did it emberass ya? Give ya the coal shoulder?”

Wally doesn't laugh, but his gaze softens. Barnaby curses himself.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with glarin' - I’m sure the fire deserves it,” Barnaby is quick to add. “But really… is everything alright, kid?”

“Yes,” Wally says, but it rings like an untruth. It's just something he’s saying because it’s what he always says. Everything is always fine with Wally.

“You know you don’t gotta pretend with me. There’s somethin’ bothering you, I can tell.” Too far, too much, Barnaby is sure. He shouldn’t be so pushy.

But instead of clamming up, Wally’s eyes flicker down and away, guilty. The bloodhound in Barnaby perks up its ears. It’s all he can do not to point and shout AHA!, because that would assure that Wally would put up the same masks around him that he does with everything else. Vindication wars with his concern, as if he thought he might have been imagining the funks Wally has been slipping into.

Those too-long periods of silence that no one notices because Wally isn’t much of a talker. Moments of utter stillness that no one notices because Wally is always so stationary. The way he doesn’t drink in every new thing with a hunger like he usually does, as if Wally has been starving his whole life.

Those passing glances where his pupils seem too big, the blackness of them infinitely deep as if someone could fall into them. Maybe Wally is. Barnaby doesn’t want him to.

“You don’t gotta say a word,” Barnaby says, wishing the campfire log was just a smidge closer to the rock. “I just want ya to know that I see you, and I’m here. Whatever’s goin’ on in that pretty head ‘a yours, I’ll be right there for whatever you need. I got your back, Walls.”

Wally’s smile peeks over his arms for a moment - he always has liked being called pretty, or handsome, you name it. Barnaby preens over being able to coax him even the slightest bit out of the pit he’s slowly spiraling into. He’s winning big at the whole ‘best friend’ thing, Barnaby thinks - a complete natural.

For a long while, Barnaby doesn’t care to keep track, they sit in companionable silence. The fire cracks and pops when Barnaby adds a chunk of wood to it, coaxing it into a flame that actually takes the bite out of the breeze. Crickets chirp in the forest around them - something howls far away.

The tension doesn’t leave Wally. In fact the longer they sit, the worse it gets. Barnaby keeps his mouth shut and eyes on the fire, the woods, the stars - anywhere except Wally. It’s the kind of tension that makes him suspect that Wally is gearing up to speak. Sometimes it feels like there’s a sinkhole of silence that opens up whenever Wally has something of his own to say.

Reviving the fire was either a smart move, or a dumb one. It depends on how quickly Wally thinks of how to share. Without the brisk chill of night keeping Barnaby fresh-faced, sleep is finally starting to sink into him with the fire’s warmth. He briefly considers sneaking into Howdy and Sally’s tent to sneak an energy potion from Howdy’s pack. Pros, he’ll certainly be awake for Wally. Cons, he’ll be awake long past Wally’s spiel, Howdy will have a fit over missing an item, and Sally will have a bigger fit over Barnaby sneaking into her tent when he inevitably comes clean. Also, the potions don’t taste great. Or maybe he should fetch his pipe-

“I think. I don’t…”

For a second, Barnaby misses that Wally spoke at all. He double-takes when the half sentence registers, casting a quick look to Wally. Okay, no, don’t do that. Focus on the fire. Be casual - give him space. Barnaby nonchalantly pokes the coals with the fire stick.

Wally sighs - such a small sound that the crickets almost drown it out. But Barnaby has big ears, and they perk up. When does Wally ever sound frustrated? Curse him, but Barnaby finds it novel. Wally shifts on the rock, curling up impossibly tighter and turning his head away. Barnaby watches the back of his hood.

“I don’t think I’m a good person,” Wally admits in the smallest, deadest voice Barnaby has ever heard.

“What?” Barnaby says, or he means to. The air in his throat doesn’t quite form sound. He turns to Wally and clenches his paws on his knees to keep from reaching, floundering for words.

How could he - why would he - who told him that he -

“What do you mean?” Barnaby says, a disbelieving chuckle slipping out. “Wally, kid - you’re the best guy I know. You’re my best guy. Out of all the ways I could describe you, a bad person isn’t one of ‘em.”

Wally whips his head around, his eyes flashing - Barnaby tenses his entire body to keep from recoiling, though he can’t keep his eyes from widening.

For a second there he thought… he thought he saw… it must have been the firelight reflecting in Wally’s dark eyes.

Wally’s intense gaze pierces straight into Barnaby’s soul. He feels flayed raw and seen in a way that makes him want to run. But there’s something else. Something scared. Wally is searching for something, and Barnaby doesn’t know what or how to give it to him. His claws splinter bark.

As soon as it appeared, the look fades. Barnaby can take deep breaths again, and he lets go of the log. Wally blinks slowly and lets his sleepy gaze slide back to the fire. “I don’t know… maybe.”

Barnaby carefully lays a paw on Wally’s back. “You’re a good person, Wally. I don’t know who told you otherwise, but don’t listen to ‘em. You’re a fantastic friend, an even better best friend, and I gotta say - you make a pretty bang-up wizard. You’re the most.”

“I’m the most?” Wally murmurs, sounding surprised. He makes a sound that might be a laugh, might be a scoff. “No… you’re the most.”

“Tell ya what- we’re both the most.”

Wally casts him a sideways look, but doesn’t protest further. He hums.

“C’mon, lil’ wizard,” Barnaby says with a pat to his back, “let’s give the fire a break and turn in for the night.”

Just as he was starting to relax, Wally shies away from his touch, curling up like one of those shelled bugs Frank likes so much. “I think I’ll stay up a little longer.”

Barnaby swallows down the hurt and pulls away. “Alrighty. Don’t stay up too late - we got a day tomorrow.”

“Ha. I know.”

With that, Barnaby stands. He gently squeezes Wally’s nape through the hood as he passes, and breathes a silent sigh of relief at how Wally leans into the touch.

All’s forgiven. Though he isn’t sure what for… whatever Barnaby said or did wrong, he’s just glad Wally doesn't mind.

Barnaby clambers into the tent and another shiver ripples through his fur. All the darn heat leeched out of it... He wraps himself in his thin, too-small blanket and shivers as hard as he can manage to generate some kind of warmth. It’ll heat up soon, he just has to wait. Wally usually casts a little sun spell on cold nights, but Barnaby can do without. Even if the tent gets comfortably warm, Barnaby isn’t sure if he’ll sleep.

Wally didn’t believe him.

And Barnaby doesn’t know how to make him believe.

How could he think that he isn’t a good person? Barnaby meant what he said - Wally is the best person he knows. Wally is kind, patient, and just - just - him. There isn’t a single bad thing about him. Barnaby is so proud to call him his best friend.

There has to be something that started this. A moment that made Wally doubt himself. Did someone say something? Not anyone in the Neighborhood, they all love Wally to pieces. He’s their wizard! He’s saved their lives and countless others, and their group simply wouldn’t be complete without him. He rounds them off with an artsy flourish.

So. There’s no reason that Wally should be feeling like this. But that look in his eyes… the guilt… there’s something else going on. Something deeper than just ‘I’m scared I’m a bad person.’

Something is wrong.

Firelight flickers outside the tent, and Barnaby watches it until it goes dark.

#just a lil nighttime conversation...#in my mind wally let the fire die and then Immediately ran off into the forest for home time™️#this au is so fun bc i really get to have fun with giving wally Extreme Guilt For Existing #and also to play around with him being Unintentionally Sinister on occasion #i hope its obvious that this is pre everyone-knows-about-home era <3 #snippets from the bog #wh fantasy au #one of these days ill write a snippet centered on someone else...#i do have one in mind for frank & julie...#well. Multiple in mind for frank & julie #them <3<3<3<3

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thebubblesareevil · 2 years

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More Big brother Danny Au

Okay so in the case of some adoptions the child can get their records when they turn 18. I’m thinking when Danny turns 18 he decides to look up his birth parents not really planning to go meet them but just to learn about them. When he learns that they both died and that he has a little brother his entire core demands he makes sure he is okay because he knows what losing your parents can do to you. He finds out where his brother is living now and immediately flys to Gotham to see him. Danny follows him invisibly all day and just when his core has settled after being reassured that his brother is okay and happy he witnesses him opening a secret passage which leads to Batman’s secret hideout. Danny is freaking out now as he learns that his brother is NOT safe and sound and apparently vigilantism is genetic wtf jazz is gonna have a field day. So Danny starts following Batman and robin on patrol as often as possible between work, school, ruling the infinite realms, learning how to cook so he doesn’t burn his dorm down. At the very least sending a clone to make sure dick is not horribly mangled. Even going so far as to follow the YJ team on missions every now and then helping out just here and there. Nothing to big but over time he sorta adopts the whole team and even sends a clone to look over Kaldur and Artemis when they are undercover. Sending out his aura to make sure nobody approaches when they are vulnerable or they are planning. He keeps an eye on Conner to make sure he’s not at risk of destabilizing. He makes sure Wally always has a little extra food stored away and that Zatanna isn’t targeted by any spirits.

Danny is stretched thin but refuses to leave them unprotected. He doesn’t approach Dick as his older brother for fear of dragging him into more danger than he already is but it all comes crashing down when Wally is not as fast as flash and impulse and is going to die. Desperate to protect Danny overshadows Wally while he’s running pushing as much power as he can through Wally to catch up to the other speedsters. Everyone is surprised and confused but at the same time overjoyed that Wally is gonna be okay until the crisis is averted and Wally is non responsive standing there with glowing green eyes vibrating in place. They try to get through to him when Danny is spit out of Wally and is convulsing on the ground after turning back to his living form. Everyone is freaking out and immediately call for medics to help both of them. Not understanding what’s going on they try their best to help them both but neither of them are showing any signs of injury in fact Wally wakes up soon after. But the strange man still keeps convulsing with no obvious cause. They hook him up to machines to monitor his heart rate which was a little high but strong.

Unkown to them this is exactly the problem danny overshadowed a speedster whose heart rate was 10 times faster than an average human let alone a half ghost so he’s been having multiple heart attacks that show as a completely normal heart rate. In the meantime Batman runs multiple blood tests and other than a large amount of an unidentified substance that seems to flow through his there is one thing that concerns Bruce more than anything. The computer has found a dna match in the system…with his son.

Okay this was longer than planned but enjoy 😊

#danny phantom #dick grayson #ghost king danny #big brother danny #young justice #wally west #brain vomit #i need sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep #dc x dp #detective comics

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sona-nona · 4 months

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I was bored and somehow or another an idea came to me... What if Wendy wasn't the only one caught up in the show?

Well, I made this: (She doesn't have wings on purpose, it's not a mistake)

A variant of Millie Lost Soul, to be honest I just wanted to see Millie with a Mulan or Merida vibes.

The story is simple:

(This is not canon within my WH universe or Bug's universe)

After Wendy had been missing for months in the neighborhood, Wally said she was on a trip to the big city, Wendy came back saying that she must "free" the rest from the torture of "HER" (the curse of the neighborhood) And I do a kind of purge where she left only Millie alive, as she was just as trapped in that false world of puppets and colors.

Millie, like Wendy, ended up being a Lost Soul (her human body had already died because she was trapped almost the same time as Wendy, since the 70's) But instead of Wendy, Millie really loved that neighborhood and those who lived there and more Wally, Wendy's supposed older brother, so now she tries to find answers and some kind of closure for herself regardless if the path has to lead to violence, which turns out to be used a lot because Wendy is not very soft.

Now for a few little facts that make Millie more god:

-Unlike Wendy, who had a mentor named Sangoo who helped her a lot in her sword training, Millie had to learn on her own how to use her fans.

-She can switch between puppet form and his pre-death form, the human one, I haven't designed him yet. (I'm not good at human designs-)

-Her hood is like that of Harry Potter, she becomes invisible if she puts it all the way on. (Makes Wendy harder to fight her)

-She is around 1,48 meters tall, two centimeters smaller than Wendy, while in the human she is taller than Wendy by 5 centimeters, 1,67 meters.

-This is more a headcannon of mine, your relationship is pretty much like the following representation I made:

(I DID ALL THIS OUT OF BOREDOM, I DOUBT TO UPLOAD MORE CONTENT FROM THIS AU BECAUSE THIS UNIVERSE IS NOT MINE AND NEITHER IS THE CHARACTER)

Millie Valentine by @artsybug0

Lost Soul universe by @g4t0-p4n (

(I don't know why I can't tag them)

#welcome home #welcome home au #art #digital art #welcome home puppet show #millie valentine #lol

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aerkame · 11 months

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Finfolk AU question:

If the potion to make you a finman requires blood, ritualistic style, what other rituals or events might take place on the island?

Surprisingly, almost every neighbor has gotten into the habit of potion-making. But it's mostly Wally and Howdy. Everyone has their own way of doing things. BUT aside from potions of transformation and binding spells, most potions brewed on the island include...

The classic love potion (self explanatory), invisibility, enhancement of a finman/woman's powers, sleep aid or just straight up a sleep potion, a potion that allows the drinker to see into someone's dreams, mind reading, strength potion, truth serum, protection spell, transmutation (finfolk can shapeshift, but this allows them to become a whole other species), and much more. Basically they can make anything they want.

Wally loves to experiment on his own with potions, sometimes Frank watches and takes notes, but it's usually just Wally on his own with the potion-making or rituals...

The rituals are more complicated. There are many that can be performed, and many that can cause great harm to the world. All from a book handed down to Wally from Home that only he can read. The words on the pages are all in a language not understood by anyone else and the rituals themselves are confusing at times.

Two of the most used rituals are that of binding ones. The binding of two souls to one another or binding a soul to the islands of Home.

Howdy on the other hand helps quite a lot considering that he's poisonous (literally), and when someone or several people on the mainland start getting too nosy they've gotta go. Whether it be by sudden illness within a group of puppets or a mysterious death by poison, the finfolk of Home always find a way to get the job done.

Usually the more fatal potions and poisons made are made by Howdy whose gotten pretty handy at the craft using various ingredients, exotic/unknown fish, and his own poison.

They don't usually go the poison route all the time though, that's only when a target is either not a normal puppet (like a fae, angel, werewolf, or whatever other creatures exist on mainland) or the target has too many eyes on them (like someone famous or well-known). They have to worry about other creatures, not just normal puppets. But usually none can match even a weak finman.

Notes for anatomy practice (if anyone is interested):

Use real life references to know where muscles exist. You can draw them however you want after getting the hang of things but keep in mind that inrl anatomy is your base for drawing characters.

If a character has 4 arms, make sure the back muscles are wider or lower the top shoulders. Not all of those arms can fit into one normal-sized back.

Even the slab of mysterious fish meat had a references that I used. You can also use the same logic of just cutting a box in half. The shape stays the same, but the inside is cut off in the same shape.

Note after posting:

I will make some sketches and a short writing for what events do take place on the island of Home.

#woohoo more anatomy practice #I was gonna draw Julie buff because of how strong finfolk are supposed to be-#welcome home #welcome home au #finfolk #finfolk au #welcome home finfolk au #welcome home finfolk #art #my art #howdy pillar #wally darling #welcome home wally darling #welcome home howdy pillar

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tiredly101 · 1 year

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Can you do prompt 18 for angst?

Like reader has had trust all their life, Wally basically tries for months to be their friend. And they DO develop a friendship but Wally wanted more abd kept pushing because he was so excited on having a more romantic relationship with the Reader. But he fails to perceive what they feel and Wally snaps a little at them like "I've been trying for months! What more can you possibly want and need?!" And then he instantly regrets it because he knows he hurt them. I'll leave the rest to you author!

Yessss! I love this request and its so angsty and I love writing angst! Beautiful request so hope you like it!

Trust is ment to be earned

Pairing: Wally Darling x Trust issues!Male reader

Promp list of which the request came from!

Illustrated Au, picture done by @sweetest-honeybee

M/n has always had trust issues, maybe it started when he was a kid but nonetheless no one could sneak past the walls of his heart so easily but didn't mean they wouldn't try. They being the residents of the neighborhood of Welcome Home but it was mostly Wally Darling who wanted M/n's trust.

It all started with friendly interactions which M/n mostly brushed off with his trust issues but finally after months of Wally being there M/n finally accepted that he would not shake the blue hair man and so he finally let his walls fall down in front of Wally and just for him.

M/n always had a little crush for Wally but yet again he barely started to trust Wally when the argument happened, it started as a joke but slowly yet surely feelings came to light.

"Well you keep pushing it and I'm not ready to tell you all about my past yet," said M/n in his usual soft voice but his held hurt and slight anger. He didn't like argument or screaming.

"And it's not my fault that I like you as more than friends!," Exclaimed Wally while closing his eyes while shaking, he was against Home's door to make sure M/n didn't leave but he felt like crying, his cheeks were a nice color of red that M/n would have loved to see in a different circumstance. M/n silence stretched on until Wally broke it.

"I've been trying for months! What more can you possibly want and need? What more reassurance do you need?!," Exclaimed Wally finally opening his eyes to see M/n, he seemed shocked and his eyes were teary, Wally's eyes widen since he knew he shouldn't have said that, that he crossed that invisible line in M/n's boundaries.

M/n walked towards Wally and Home pushed him off the door which made M/n nod in thanks to Home, Wally looked as Home opened the door for M/n and he looked back at Wally, his beautiful (e/c) eyes meeting with black ones, both equally teary and yet M/n's held such emptiness, hurt and betrayal in them that broke Wally's heart.

"I was just starting to trust you... I guess I was stupid to do so," M/n uttered before walking away from Home and Wally was left there, softly whispering to the wind some words that were ment to be for M/n.

"But I love you..."

Request done @elegantkidfansoul! Loved writing this and I hope you liked it!

#welcome home #wally darling x reader #wally darling x male reader #tiredly jackie replies #tiredly jackie writes

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Consider. Danny doesn't adopt *Just* Jason. Damian gets adopted because he's got a tiny little protocol that's starving for ectoplasm which makes him angry all the time. Danny helps it heal and grow and now their instincts recognize eachother as father and son. Jason is the same way.

To make it more chaotic: add that one au where Wally gets saved by Danny overshadowing him and forcing him run faster via flooding his body with ectoplasm to over charge him so he kept up with the other speedsters. This plus the near death experience causes Wally to grow a proto core too.

Danny now has three children who he is trying to teach how to do things like float and phase through walls and go invisible. All of them plan to use this for different types of chaos.

Yes! Plus you know Damian is going to mention his other dad to Bruce and brag about him. Especially if Danny is ghost king in this au

Jason will mention Danny a lot just to mess with Bruce, telling him what a great dad he is.

Wally is always happy to receive the snacks Danny makes and always asks whats in the fudge.

No one tells Bruce that Danny is a teenager and he just has to find out on his own.

Meanwhile Danny unleashes Dani onto his three new sons and they are completely Unprepared tm

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dreamdragoness · 7 months

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Stacy rushed to the banquet hall, trying to be as discreet as she could. As much as wanted to avoid the nobility, she couldn't let the King of Hearts be assassinated. While she didn't know much about him, it was too soon for her mission for the Joker Kingdom to come to an end. Not to mention her conscience would never forgive her if she just let it happen. Once she reached the servant's entrance to the hall, Stacy carefully made her way across the chamber. Thankfully, being a maid made her less of a sore thumb. But as much as she wondered if she could be invisible to these people, she had a job to do. She spotted the king on his throne. She knew it was him because of the hairstyle she had heard about. That, and she was informed that the throne belonged to the King of Hearts according to the head maid when she was told to polish it. Carefully, Stacy moved past the curtains that covered the wall. A decorative piece that covered doorways such as secret passages or were used to display the importance of the figure beneath them. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw that the poisoned goblet hadn't arrived yet. Carefully, she made her way behind the throne. Wally, the new king of the Kingdom Hearts, sat on his throne with a bored expression. He knew the importance of this banquet, but he wished he wasn't stuck sitting on his throne. He wanted to mingle, find Julie and Frank, and find some other way to enjoy the event. How did his mother endure these things? How he wished he could talk to her right now and get some advice. He knew it was his responsibility as king. He just wished it wasn't so boring. "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" a feminine voice whispered harshly from behind his throne.

Wally, hearing the voice, was about to turn when the voice spoke up again, still a whisper. "I apologize, Your Majesty, but don't look in my direction. I've come to warn you of a plot on your life." Hearing this, Wally raised an eyebrow. Another assassination attempt? It wasn't anything new. But...why did this sound urgent? Could he trust this voice? He needed answers, but he heeded this woman's request.

"Who are you?"

"I am a maid that works in your castle. I can't give you my name right now. But what I am about to tell you is the truth." The king kept silent, allowing the mysterious maid to continue.

"Your goblet has been laced with poison. One rare to this kingdom. If you drink it, it'll be impossible to find you a cure in time."

That made Wally's eyes widen. A rare poison? That was new.

"Do you know who poisoned my drink?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Duke Clove and Duchess Cardamon. Turns out they're sore about your part in the destruction of the Spade Kingdom. It seems they had been Spade supporters from the beginning. Now that they have no kingdom to go back to, they want your life as payment."

Now this was intriguing. So there were some Spades that survived? And Clove and Cardamon of all people. The people he wanted to investigate were making a move against him tonight? Talk about an opportunity.

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An idea for a story in the Royalty AU After discovering a plot to assassinate King Wally, Maid, and secret Joker Kingdom agent, Stacy Flannigan takes the initiative to warn him of the plot. After dealing with the culprits, Wally decides to reward the maid while keeping an eye on her in case she was a spy from Spade only to be made surprised when she states that she doesn't want any reward. No matter what he offered, Stacy still refused, saying that she was just doing her duty as a castle maid. This, coupled with his suspicions of her, prompts Wally to promote her to become his personal maid. And while she proves to be an excellent and professional maid, Wally cannot help but be curious about her.

Meanwhile, Stacy just wants to finish her mission and go home. But finds it hard when the King of Hearts starts acting strange around her.

A rom-com idea based on @neonross 's Royalty Au. Might even turn this into a fan fic.

Royalty AU: @neonross

Stacy Flannigan: Me

#wh royalty au #royalty au #romance #welcome home au #original character #welcome home #alternate universe #king and maid #secret spy #Card Kingdoms #Joker Kingdom

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princess-of-the-corner · 1 year

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For the BNHA Pokémon AU and the dynamic between Izuku and Katsuki, you could make Izuku similar to Wally from Emerald: he has some health condition that would impede him from going on a journey (or at least make it harder), yet he still wants to be a Pokémon Master, so the others look down on him for chasing an unrealistic dream. Granted, you could argue that makes everyone else worse for basically bullying a sick child, but then again I've seen a lot of stories that treat being Quirkless as an in-universe disability, so it still kinda tracks.

As for the Todoroki, how about this scenario: Enji is the Fire-type Gym Leader, while Rei specializes in Ice-type (maybe a coordinator?). No Quirk marriage, it's a normal opposites attract romance, but Enji would like one of their children to take his mantle someday, so he has expectations for them: except he ends up with Fuyumi and Natsuo preferring Ice Pokémon to Fire, and while Toya is more receptive, he ends up in an accident like in Canon,and just like in Canon Shoto ends up having to shoulder his father's aspirations. If Shoto also has to struggle with having to use Fire Pokémon because of his father, while having an affinity for Ice-type from his mother, it's pretty similar to the Canon conflict. Not sure about the scar, it might end up being a minor accident during training...

So for Izuku:

I mean. God bullying the disabled is just canon.

I don't think that would entirely work though. Because like. For one thing I'd be straight up disabling him in some way. But also. Part of my whole thing with Izuku is that he was entirely capable, but it was others' biases that made them think he wasn't.

And you can tell this is bias because there are so many characters who are 'basically Quirkless' but are still seen as viable potential Heroes. Ojiro's only advantage is a tail. Hagakure's invisibility helps, but she's not strong or durable. Momo creates items and could be replaced with someone who just brings weapons in the first place. And this goes for Pro Heroes too! Aizawa's Quirk only negates Emitter Quirks and some aspects of Transformation/Mutation types depending on their exact nature. So all his badassery comes from 'basically Qurikless training'. Miruko, I love her, but her Quirk is not the basis for her battle ability outside of some enhanced senses. (Argue the powerful legs all you want, everyone in this show jumps around like a goddamn rabbit).

So yeah. Izuku does not have an 'Ability', but he doesn't quite have a 'Disability.

Changing it from just 'Quirkless' to a more real-world disability would be a more genuine and concrete concern of something that could limit him and/or cause him danger. And while a disability could be managed and accommodated, it is still something solid for why he would have a genuinely difficult time and might be incredibly limited in what he does.

And like. I could still roll with that, but it does change the story from a story about just biases to a story about overcoming a disability.

Re: the Todoroki's though.

I think I could technically roll with that? But it'd still be. Very weird? Hm. Because like. Endeavor would have kept training Toya up until his 'death'. Though maybe Toya is upset to find that it seems like Endeavor didn't care about that because Shoto was still there as a backup so he gets very 'well time for murder!'.

This does make Endeavor a bit more chill(ironically) in that he was just like 'Hm okay Fuyumi and Natsuo want ice types? Okay won't force them'.

There's also the fact that since it's Pokemon, instead of the kids being on the receiving end of the abuse it'd be the Pokemon themselves. Which still sucks but would have a different dynamic.

I actually can roll with Shoto's burn being a genuine accident. Without Quirks, the Humans aren't fireproof so.....

..........................

Ya know what maybe I should just embrace the wholesomeness of Pokemon and have everyone's lives be a lot better and make them all better people. Idk man maybe having a bunch of furry companions helps you work out your issues easier.

fuck it no Quirks but everyone's goddamn chill?

#bnha pokemon au

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thewildlorelei · 10 months

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I’ve wanted to do a monster/creature AU for a while ngl, I know it’s been done before but I just....love me some monsters. My ideas for what all of them would be along with some headcanons I have about them.

Wally - Ghost

Can be invisible and sometimes he’ll go in a room with people and forget to make himself visible so he’ll listen to people talk for SO long before realizing they can’t see him. So he just like suddenly appears and accidently scares the shit out of everyone in the room lol

Barnaby - Cerberus

The biggest puppy.

Uses all three heads to tell jokes, and they are hilarious. Like they set up a great joke with all of them setting up a piece of it. They fight over who gets to say the punchline.

Wally loves that he has 3 heads, just more Barnaby to love

Has to try to not eat too much. Having 3 heads but only 1 stomach is a struggle, they all wanna chomp on all the food

Julie - Dragon

Has wings, horns, and a tail but can transform into a full dragon at will. Chooses not to cause she thinks her humanoid form is too cute

Frank - Vampire

Can’t go outside during the day time. Is so so sad that he can’t see the daytime insects as much anymore. Eddie will capture some to show him.

Can turn into a bat, loves to fly at night

Eddie - Werewolf

Is constantly worried about hurting people by mistake but Frank is always there to reassure him

Poppy - Phoenix

Is VERY warm, perfect for hugs

Has to be careful not to set things on fire

Sally - Medusa

So Sally has to keep her eyes covered so she doesn’t turn people to stone (we are here to have a good time tho so we are going by Wednesday rules where if she does accidently turn someone to stone it’s only temperary.) But Sally can see through the eyes of her snakes if she wants so that’s generally how she sees and gets around.

She has named every one of her snakes

When she acts the snakes act with her, like using her hair to emphisize mood and tone since she can’t use her eyes to help with that

Howdy - Mothman

He is not THE mothman, he is one of the species of Mothmen.

Millie - Jackrabbit/Wererabbit

Hangs out with Eddie on the full moons.

Always forgets about her antlers and runs into things with them all the time

I just love this idea of this large monster family.

#welcome home #welcome home monster au #welcome home oc #i would love to flesh this out more but my brain is mush at the moment lol

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rosebloodcat · 10 months

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Okay, once I got home the Art Brain demanded more than just an explanation of this au, so have some arts too!

Wally is done in those pale outlines so people can see/know what he looks like when he's in this state. Wally himself is totally invisible, so his friends have no idea where he is until he's "recovered" enough for them to see his clothing again.

Simple Sum of the Invisible Wally AU

(because I started writing so much that I realized it would be better if I gave it its own post instead)

Wally and Home were the only Self-Aware members of the neighborhood but Wally, as the "Main Character", shouldered the brunt of the Audience's attention and their displeasure if he tried to go off script or break the routine.

He started crumbling under the pressure to be "Perfect" all the time whenever he left his house and being forced to adhere to the "TV Ready" state at all hours.

He starts falling into the mindset of "They don't care about me. They don't want to see or hear the Real me, just the Perfect one they've made" which causes him to start fading from sight and making his voice fainter and fainter.

Home tries to help, but their attempts just make the whole thing worse.

Then, one morning, Wally climbs out of bed and realizes that he's just... Gone.

He can see the shape of himself under the covers of his bed, but he can't see himself. Even his clothes are invisible. And he can't make a sound either.

It's like he's not even there.

But, he can't help wondering, is that really such a bad thing? It's not like anyone wanted me around before.

Obviously, stuff happens, the audience's control snaps, and Wally's friends go Yes, actually, you disappearing IS a bad thing and we do care about you and we are going to prove it by helping you as best we can no matter how long it takes so there.

#welcome home puppet show #welcome home #wh au #invisible wally au #welcome home au #fanart #rosies fanart #rosies art #look as this sad little man #he needs care #he needs to feel heard #and loved #and that people do care about him #and yes they do want to know the real him #wally darling

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floragators · 2 years

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NEW/UPDATED F/O List!!

Top Romantic F/os:

FNF Whitty (including variations such as Julian and Nitty Gritty)

BTAS and Scooby Doo Special (primarily yet also other variations) Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane

FNF Girlfriend

BTAS (primarily) Poison Ivy

Purple Yam Cookie

Hank J Wimbleton

Chef Saltbaker

Cagney Carnation

Scarecrow (Wizard of Oz and some adaptations)

Bob Velseb (Spooky Month)

Morgo/Mr. Voice (Littlr Misfortune)

Beetlejuice (Cartoon and Musical)

Wally Darling (Welcome Home arg)

Howdy Pillar (Welcome Home arg)

Julie Joyful (Welcome Home arg)

Phantom Blot (Disney)

The Big Bad Wolf (Disney/Silly Symphony)

Megatron (Transformers Prime)

Bender Bending Rodriguez

Fictional crushes/not necessarily f/os sometimes:

FNF Boyfriend [Other self insert]

FNF Carol [With OC and other Self insert]

Holli Would (Cool World)

Rhythm Girl (RHF) [Queerplatonically]

Rye Cookie

PS Darnell

PS Nene

PS Alucard

FNF Zardy

FNF Hex

The Lizard/ Curt Connors

Venom

Brahms Heelshire

Yautjas (City Hunter and Ultimate Predator)

Red Guy

Pyramid Head

Papyrus (including some aus)

Rob Zombie Michael Myers

Reboot Jason Voorhees

Texas Chainsaw 2013 Jedidiah Sawyer

Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1-2 Bubba Sawyer

The Observer/Kevin Haas

Cedric the Sorcerer

Ghostface

Chromeskull/ Jesse Cromeans

Eddsworld Tom

Tankman Skittles

Fnaf Sun/Moon

MC Deimos

MC Sanford

MC Sheriff

Fran Bow Itward

Ludwig Von Koopa

TF Bumblebee

TF Knockout

Ghostrider

Micah Yujin

Johnny Worthington III

H.G. Well’s Griffin/ The Invisible Man

Lonesome Ghosts

Helluva Boss Fizzarolli

Platonic/Non-romantic f/os:

Skid and Pump

Baymax

Intruder Plushie (oddly enough)

Splendorman

Asgore

Toriel

Mangle

Pink Pearl

Nephrite (Centipeddle)

Rose Quartz

Ms Frizzle

Flowerfell Frisk

Ruby the red bird

Gojirin

Draculara

Mr Freeze

Jewel Von Starstone (Friend’s oc)

Ariel

Sari Sundac

Custard Cookie the III

Other honorable mentions(aka some of my childhood crushes or on-off ones):

Morton Koopa Jr.

Peso the penguin

Marvin the martian

Manray

Dr Blowhole

Randall Boggs

Frosty the snowman

Black Hat

Bill Cipher

Keep in mind the difference in my definition of like f/o and other fictional crushes is one is personal and shipped with the actual me/myself, and the other, while I do simp for, I prefer on the side or with an oc.

It’s sorta rare to see me actually ship myself with anything other then my f/o. I’ll most likely ship one of them with a variation of my self insert such as Serpente and Joyfriendz

Here’s finally the revamped one! I plan to make another one for my ships and self shipping soon!! In the meanwhile enjoy all these info on my self. This one will be constantly updated ofc.

#f/o list #fictional crushes #f/o stuff #f/o #fictional other #friendship f/o #platonic f/o #romantic f/o #other fandoms #self shipping #comfort character #listing

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star-going-supernova · 1 year

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So Aztrayos, or henry, is a demon in this au, the equivalent of his Canon (comics) Creator gold ink abilities. Would we See subtle nods to others abilities/fates?

Like for norman's fate as Projectionist does he have Banshee blood in him somewhere?

Or sammy/prophet, malice/susie and allison? Siren blood or elf blood or something

Would tom, daniel and wally would one of them be a werewolf?

Also does Linda exist in this au?

Demons often have different subclasses, is Aztrayos an incubus but uncorrupted because Lust is the Sin hes most prone to fall to?

Good golly, it's been a while since I've talked about my Inky Eyes, Golden Heart AU.

I'm gonna be totally honest, friend, I'm not quite sure what you mean by his comics Creator gold ink abilities. Is that just the invisible ink in the game that you need the Viewing Tool to see?

Regardless, I wasn't intending to reference anything by making Henry a demon. I started that AU about a month after Chapter 3 was released, so the gold writing didn't even exist yet. I just thought it'd be funny to make Henry the demon between him and Joey. It made sense with the pentagrams and stuff, lol.

Most of the employees in the studio are perfectly human. A few aren't, like Shawn, but they're mostly descendants of non-humans rather than being fully non-human themselves.

Linda doesn't exist in this AU (or in any of my BatIM fics, now that I think about it) mostly because back then, we literally had her name and nothing else. I still remember fanart of Linda being Henry's dog.

Henry/Aztrayos isn't an incubus, no, but he is (much to his frustration) attuned to the seven deadly sins, like lust.

And now I kinda want to write something for IEGH...

#i answered a thing #anonymous #inky eyes golden heart au #life and times of star

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wonderswonderousausandocs · 2 months

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❝ Wonder! ❞

❝ Once a small goo in a laboratory, became a priest. Funny story, really. . ❞

Once upon a time, in a laboratory teeming with bubbling beakers and crackling energy, a curious goo was born amidst the controlled chaos of scientific experimentation. Created by diligent minds with insatiable curiosity, this goo was meant to embody a new frontier of synthetic life. However, fate had other plans as a tragic accident consumed the lab in flames, leaving the goo adrift in a world it could hardly comprehend.

Miraculously, this goo was among the few experimental creations to survive the inferno, escaping into the unknown with a heart full of wonder and uncertainty. Its translucent form shimmered against the backdrop of an unforgiving world, driven by an instinctual yearning to discover its place in this realm of existence. Wandering through forests and scaling rugged mountains, the goo traversed vast landscapes in search of answers that seemed perpetually out of reach.

Eventually, a stroke of fate guided the wandering goo to a grand cathedral, a timeless monument that beckoned with promises of solace and sanctuary. As if drawn by an invisible force, the goo felt a sense of kinship with this sacred place, as though the echoes of ages past whispered secrets that only it could uncover. Guided by an enigmatic intuition, the goo underwent a transformation most profound, molding its amorphous essence into a semblance of a humanoid form imbued with newfound purpose.

Within the hallowed halls of the cathedral, the goo assumed the guise of a priest, finding solace in the rituals and rites that offered structure to its enigmatic existence. Alongside a fellow seeker of truth named 'Wally Darling,' whose tales echoed with echoes of a life equally cloaked in mystery, the goo embarked on a spiritual journey unlike any other. Together, they ministered to the faithful, dispensing wisdom and compassion to those who sought refuge in the embrace of faith.

As days turned into nights and seasons wove their tapestry of change, the goo and 'Wally Darling' stood as guardians of the cathedral, their presence a beacon of hope amidst the tumult of a world in flux. Through moments of joy and sorrow, laughter and contemplation, they forged a bond that transcended the boundaries of their disparate origins, united in a shared quest for meaning and belonging in a universe ripe with endless possibilities. And so, the goo found its place in the world, not as a mere experiment, but as a beacon of light in the shadowed corridors of the human heart.

(Priest AU belongs to Smeet/Meatbag. This is only an OC and is not canon in any way, shape or form.)

#alternate universe #welcome home

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