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pastelalleycat · 9 months

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"It's-For-You!" Talking Telephone Toy

Ring... ring... ring... it's for you!

Transcripts below!

Eddie

[The phone rings once before it is picked up.]

Whether letter or parcel, whether rain, snow, or shine, we weather the weather and never decline! This is Eddie Dear of Eddie’s Post office speaking! How can I help you today?

[Silence.]

...Hello? Is anybody there? ...Should I say the jingle again? Okay-

[Eddie clears his throat.]

Whether letter or parcel, whether rain, snow, or shine, we weather the weather and never decline! This is Eddie Dear of Eddie’s Post office speaking! Do you need stamps? I got ‘em! Envelopes and paper? You bet! Markers, crayons, glue, glitter, tape, staples- [Takes a deep inhale to catch his breath.] I got that too!

[Silence.]

[Mumbling] ...I’m starting to think nobody’s there… Wait… I can’t remember if the phone was ringing… Maybe I was going to make a phone call... But who would I call? Well, if you’re there… Uh… Have a good day!

Barnaby

[The phone rings three times. Then it picks up.]

Hello? Hellooo?

[Silence.]

Is this a prank call, kid? Listen, I got a better joke for you- What did the bee say to the flower? I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t there! What do I look like, a BEE’s-dropper?

[Rimshot and horn honk. Barnaby laughs. Silence follows.]

….Not even a chuckle? Boy, tough crowd! Hey, you can’t blame a guy for phoning it in! How about you call me back when you got something funny to say too, little buddy! Buh bye!

Howdy

[The phone is answered in the middle of the first ring.]

You’re calling Howdy’s Place! The home of everything you need and everything you don't! Howdy Pillar at your service!

[Silence.]

...Hello? Hello! Listen, pal, time is jokes and if I’m not laughing then I don’t have time! ...Actually, I do have plenty of time in stock, it’s in aisle two next to the bananas. But …I call ‘em cuckoo clocks!

[Howdy laughs at his own joke, but it becomes softer and more embarrassed as the silence follows.]

...Alright, alright! You’re giving me nothing to work with, buddy! I only deal in funny business and it looks like you’re runnin’ low, pal! So long! You get it? Like a caterpillar! Haha!

Poppy

[The phone rings twice before it is abruptly picked up.]

Hello, this is the Partridge nest- Or I mean, this is Poppy!

[Silence.]

…Hello? Dear? Are you there? I can’t hear you if you’re speaking! Maybe it is my connection- Oh my feathers, a telephone is so difficult to work with- So many buttons!

[The sounds of shuffling, squawks and noises of tutting can be heard.]

Oh my goodness! I- Oh no, I’ve dropped the telephone on the ground I- Gracious me, there’s birdseed everywhere! I- I will call you back, whoever this is! Oh- My feathers are full at the moment! Don’t worry about me! Have a pleasant day deary-

[A panicked squawk is heard followed by a loud thud. The phone call abruptly ends.]

Frank

[The phone rings once before it’s answered.]

Hello, this is Frank Frankly speaking.

[Silence.]

...Hello? … Are you there?

[Silence.]

...Is this Julie? This had better not be another game you’re playing! …Oh no, is this a prank call? Is this Barnaby!? Well, I have a prank for you too, you jokester! A lesson!

[Frank clears his throat.]

Did you know butterflies have their own way of sleeping? It’s not so much sleeping as it is having a rest ! It is always done with their eyes open, too! They also like to rest under leaves as a means of protection from dew or rain drops! Better yet, to hide from larger creatures with an appetite! A bit like you and those horrible hot dogs you love so much.

[Silence. Frank huffs loudly in annoyance.]

Well, whoever this is, I’ll have you know I have better things to do than wait for you to respond! Good bye!

Sally

[The phone barely has a chance to ring once before it is picked up.]

Hellooo! You’re talking to the brightest and most stupendous superstar this side of the neighborhood! Sally Starlet!

[A triumphant 'ta-da!' jingle, followed by silence. Sally whispers her next sentence.]

…I said ‘Hellooo!’ That’s your cue!

[Silence.]

…What’s wrong, do you have stage fright? I know, I know, having a star for a neighbor can be so intimidating! She’s so terrific, you’re probably thinking! Phenomenal, staggering, breathtaking- I’m taking the words right out of your mouth, I bet!

[Silence. Sally sighs softly.]

Well, parting is such sweet sorrows, but I must shine my brilliance elsewhere! Why don’t you call me back when you don’t have such cold feet, hm? Farewell!

Julie

[The phone rings once, but in the middle of its second ring the phone is answered.]

Hello? [LOUDER] Hello!!

[Silence.]

...Hey, are you playing some kind of game? Well- I want to play too! Okay, let’s go on the count of three! One… Two… Three!

[Silence.]

…I don’t know how to play this game. ...Oh, I know what to do! We’ll make a new game! [Frantically spoken] We’ll need a jump rope, some chalk, a dice, a sandwich- I’ll call it… quiet sandwich jump rope! I better get everything ready, Frank’s going to love this game! Okay, bye bye!

Wally

[A long period of silence follows before three rings are heard. A pause follows even as the phone is answered before the sound of a heart beat can be heard below the ambient noise. This audio track constantly raises and lowers as it proceeds.]

Hello? Hello? Helloooo? … Ha Ha Ha...I’m only kidding. I know you’re there.

Did you like my joke? ...I think you were going to say... Yes! …Ha Ha Ha… You know… It is hard to hear you think through this funny phone of mine. It is as though you aren’t speaking at all. Maybe it is just a little fuzzy… Like me. Speaking of…

[The heart beat and ambience stop abruptly.]

...Do you know who I am?

[The heart beat and ambience resume.]

[Gasp.] Oh no. Well that’s not neighborly at all. We’ve never met before. But don’t worry. Even though you and I haven’t spoken before, I’ve seen you... Every time you have looked into my eyes. I want to know… What did you see?

[Silence.]

I hope you saw a friend, but I’m not sure you saw a name... Stand still. Let’s start over. Ring ring ring. Click. Hi, I’m Wally. I’m so happy to finally meet you, I think you’re the absolute most.

[Silence.]

Uh oh, I have to go now. Everyone is probably thinking about that strange phone call. It is funny to think about. …Ha ha ha… Don’t worry though, neighbor, it will be a little joke between you and me. You have to go too. You have work to do. Remember, until you hear me again, keep your smile merry and always know that I love you very much.

Good bye.

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scintillasofbeomgyu · 23 days

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⟢ to swallow a star | c.bg

pairing: wizard!beomgyu x apprentice!f!reader. genres: fluff, romcom, fantasy. wc: 1,7k. warnings: this is so silly and unedited 💀. an: i was trying to make a point with the last paragraph but my brain isn’t working, but i am a howl girlie so just pretend u get it 🤣 found the last photo on pinterest with no credits, so credit to the original artist 🫶🏻

it is late afternoon down by lilac lane. the spring sunlight douses the cottage in gold, lighting up the grassy hills and fields, glittering off a nearby rushing creek. it allows warmth to seep in through the windows.

normally, on a cozy sunday such as this, you would be curled up on the soft upholstery armchair in the sitting room, with tabby purring in your lap and a volume of the Wizard Howl’s Why One should Not Swallow Stars series between your fingers. But today you were not, and it vexes you greatly to think of it. rather, you are standing on the tips of your toes, leaning over the sink, to squint through the kitchen window.

a great deal of time had passed since you saw the Wizard Beomgyu, under whom you were serving an apprenticeship. he had disappeared into the fields behind the cottage earlier that very afternoon, promising to teach you a new charm once he had returned. and this promise had pleased you.

for the first few weeks in his care, you and beomgyu had gotten along remarkably well. he would teach you spells and enchantments, you would prepare meals and you would share chores and tending to the cottage equally. in your free time you would tag along on his jobs in town, or you would read and he would paint.

but in the next few weeks that took you up to the current third month at the cottage, his behavior had changed drastically. the good-natured, occasional prankster of a man had reverted to a sulking, misbehaving teenager who had not taught you a thing in days.

so the thought of his unhappiness being cured and him now having the time to teach you, enlivened the witch in the exasperated nurse you had become. but that excitement had long since met its end. and as the clock struck five o’clock, your blood boiled.

a flash of green sweeps through the open window and you drop onto your heels. tabby lifts her head from where she had sat napping between the potted plants near you on the sink, one eye opening slowly to follow the squawking bird.

“toto,” you say, relieved to see the wizard’s familiar. you follow him into the sitting room, where he glides around once more before taking his perch. “where have you been? where is your master?”

he squawks. “miss (y/n), master requests your presence at poppy hill.”

“poppy hill?” you say in surprise, “i thought he was in the fields. is something the matter?” then your eyes shine, “is it time for my lesson at last?”

toto lets out a nervous squawk. “you should take your leave before last light, miss.”

“will you guide me to him, toto?” you ask politely. the parrot nods his head before hopping from his perch and sailing through the kitchen window once more.

you tighten your boots quickly, pausing only to check on tabby. “are you coming, girl?”

her countenance was such that, if she were a person, you’d imagine she would sigh unenthusiastically. but she nevertheless hopped off and ran after you at your heels.

you follow toto deep into the fields and up onto poppy hill where the Witch Karina grew and nurtured her genus of wild flowers. it pales you to imagine he had spent the entirety of his afternoon here, but you perk up when toto leads you down the windward side of the hill.

you come to a stop as you find the Wizard Beomgyu seated amongst red common poppies, the last light catching his features and making them glow. the gentle breeze brushes through his long, golden brown hair as he soaks it up. when the light disappears behind the mountains at last, toto settles atop his head and his eyes flutter open. he greets toto with a smile, then turns to you and his eyes light up. you gulp.

“(y/n)!” he says, climbing to his feet. as his hands clear the grass and dirt from his trousers, he starts toward you and continues, “i’m glad you could make it. i was just talking to karina and—”

you fix your hands on your hips and a severe expression on your face. he stops, fear in his eyes. you march toward him and he shrieks. “where have you been! you promised you would teach me today, beomgyu! what is the meaning of this!” you say, poking a finger into his chest.

“i was—”

“i have been patient! so patient with you these weeks and you go and leave me at noon until evening! what have you to say for yourself, sir!”

his frown morphs into a smile and you are simply flabbergasted. but before you can berate him further, he takes your hand into his gently. he presses his lips to your knuckles and then rubs his thumb over them gently.

“i have left you? why, i could never do such a thing my dear,” he says and your face burns red.

“wha– wai– i beg your pardon!” you exclaim. but he maintains his hold on your hand and leads you further down the hill until you reach the middle of the slope. “do you think you can treat me like those swooning ladies in town!”

the sky is now dark and the stars are twinkling above, the moonlight shimmering silver against the blades of grass beneath your feet. you try and use the fragrance of the flowers and the earth to distract you from how warm and soft his hand feels, but then he takes your other hand and pulls you toward him.

“there is going to be a meteor shower tonight.” he says excitedly, as if it explains anything. but you are much too distracted by his closeness and his touch and his prettiness to argue. “i have planned it all with Karina. she will—“

you finally manage to yank your hands from his. “i do not care to be in your presence now, sir. you refuse to explain your behavior! i am your apprentice, you are supposed to teach me. if our arrangement— if my company is not to your liking anymore simply say so and I will take my leave.”

you start your walk back up the hill, which, being now by your full senses, proved to be a lot more taxing than the journey down it. it only aggravates you more. but you gather your dress in your hands and push on. he rushes after you.

“i will swallow a star!”

you stop in your tracks. you turn to him. “what?”

“i will swallow a star,” he repeats, folding his arms across his chest with a resolved expression on his face. “so that i may compete with that pretty boy you like so much.”

you blink. “compete? with that pretty boy? who– The Wizard Howl? Pendragon?”

he does not answer, but turns his face up to the night sky with a pout. your jaw drops in absolute bafflement. then you burst out laughing. his cheeks turn pink.

“oh, beomgyu,” you sigh, taking his face into your hands and turning it to you. “howl’s books are about why we should not contract deals with demons for power; his own autobiography. and you are a powerful wizard of your own accord, why should you need to be like him?”

toto squawks. “that is what i told him, Miss.”

“you shut up,” he snaps, swatting his familiar away. when your hands drop from his face, he returns them to their place and he leans into your touch, still pouting. “but you like him so much. you’re always reading those things and talking to tabby and mrs rochester from the bakery about him.”

you grin, a blush glowing in your cheeks. “beomgyu, the wizard howl is a happily married man with a sweet two-year old son. the story of his life is remarkable to me, so I read about him.”

he stills. “really?”

you drop your head and giggle. when you look up again, he is watching you with a look in his eyes that makes your chest flutter.

“and what about you?” you say, fixing your hands on your hips again. “what were you doing all day with Miss Karina?”

he perks up. “oh! i spent the afternoon trying to convince her to let us borrow her field for the evening. she agreed on the condition that i promenade with her in town tomorrow.”

you glare at him and smack his shoulder. “And you said yes? i cannot believe you! courting couples promenade together! i—“

he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest. “i am a cunning wizard, darling. i may have pulled one on her,” he shrugs, “besides. how could i dream of courting anyone else when you are right here.”

then his eyes flit to your lips, asking, and when you nod, he takes them between his own in a sweet kiss.

when you break apart your breath is shaky and you think that if he should remove his arm from your waist you would fall straight to the ground. he smirks, as if he reads your mind.

“sh- she’s going to curse you once she figures it out. d-do you not know of howl and the witch of the waste?”

at that moment the meteor shower begins, like glittering diamonds shooting across the heavens. you stare up in awe. tabby meows and rubs her head against your legs, while toto perches on beomgyu’s shoulder.

he gently takes your chin between his fingers and draws your attention back to him.

“do you know of the wizard beomgyu and the apprentice who stole his heart?” he says softly, bringing your face closer and closer and closer. “they say she was was vivacious,” he kisses one corner of your mouth, “unyielding,” then the other, “a powerful witch in the making who was not wise of what she was doing before it was far too late.”

your breathing is heavy and your eyes hooded, “w-what happened to them? the wizard and the apprentice?”

his lips curl into a soft smile. “the apprentice and her wizard’s fates became inseparable, and they were destined to love one another in this and every lifetime.”

he pulls you in once more, this kiss much different from the first. he holds you impossibly close, a hand buried in your hair and the other lifting you up to his lips. it is enrapturing and toe-curling and your insides melt.

you decided then and there that the Wizard Howl Jenkins Pendragon was a charlatan. for if this is what it felt like to swallow a star, to give your heart to another and share a life, you would choose it with beomgyu, every single day.

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legiblyloathed · 1 year

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Ain’t He Darling? (Chapter 1)

Yandere! Wally Darling x Reader

A/N: Okay, so the little blue haired menace has been rotting my brain for the past week, sue me. I tried to get him out of my brain by rewatching Gravity Falls, only for the episode “The Hand that Rocks the Mabel” to inspire a whole fanfic. Straight up water on a grease fire. Anyway, enjoy.

I always forget how much of a hassle moving is until it’s time to actually do it. Weeks spent selling and giving away half of my belongings, trying to shove the rest of them into boxes, then taking all of them into a new location only to have to figure out where all of them should go in the new space; it’s on the list of most mundane yet stressful life events a person has to put themselves through.

These were the feelings that hung around my being like a dark cloud for the past few weeks, but now, as I finally set my final knickknack in its chosen spot, I can feel the sun breaking through. I stand up and stretch as hard as I can, trying to wring the residual tension out of my spine. Even with my reduced number of belongings, it’s a lot of work to unpack them all, especially when working alone.

I didn’t have to do all the work myself. Within minutes of hauling stacks of boxes into my new house, I’d been approached by numerous rather colorful people, all very keen to lend a hand. As the newest neighbor in town, I was a curiosity to them, after all. I’d declined the offers, not wanting to place any burdens on the shoulders of my new potential friends. Looking back on it, that wasn’t my smartest move. Or maybe that’s just my aching muscles talking.

I’m dragged out of my tired contentment by the sound of a knock on the front door. Relaxing with a heaving sigh, I stroll over and peer out the peephole. Standing on my porch is a large, multicolored bird. My eyes dart to the plate of cookies balanced in her wings. With newfound excitement, I yank open the door and greet her with a smile.

The bird almost appears startled at this, the cookies on the plate jostling as she jumped. “Oh dear!” She shuffles the plate to her left hand, her right settling upon her chest as if to calm her heart. “You startled me for a moment!”

I give her a sheepish grin. “Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Settling down, she waves her free wing dismissively. “Nothing to apologize for, I’m a bit prone to fright, is all.” As if remembering their existence, she extends the plate of cookies towards me. “I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood! I do hope you like them!”

“I’m sure I will!” I pull the plate from her grasp and hold it carefully to my chest, my mouth watering at the sugary smell. “They look and smell delicious, thank you so much…” I trail off, realizing in embarrassment that I never caught her name.

She seems to sense my hesitation, and beams in reassurance. “My name’s Poppy, Poppy Partridge.” I give her my name, mentally thanking her for the help. “It’s very nice to meet you, we haven’t had any new neighbors in a long time.”

“Really?” My head tilts to the side. “Why not? This place is beautiful.”

“Oh, I can’t say myself,” she sighs. “Suppose there’s just not much to around here.”

I shrug, trying to appear lighthearted. “It’s a pity.” She nods in agreement, and the conversation begins to lull. Not wanting to leave on such a sour note, I ask, “Out of curiosity, what do you like to do around here?”

“Me?” she squawks, looking taken aback. She fidgets with her feathers, her wings wringing around each other. “I suppose I like to bake, especially when the weather’s nice enough for a picnic.” I can almost see the lightbulb turn on above her head, and she turns her much cheerier gaze to my own. “Say, the rest of us were planning on a picnic this afternoon! Care to join us? It’d be a good time to meet your new neighbors.”

A sense of anxiety washes over me. The idea of being among that many strangers with such late notice flutters around in my stomach like butterflies. Without thinking, I begin to shift back and forth on my feet. “I… I don’t know, it’s very sudden…”

The bird wilts a bit, looking down at my porch. “Oh dear, it is, isn’t it? You must still be so busy with unpacking.”

I look up at her, my anxiety curdling into regret at her disappointment. I reconsider the situation. What’s an hour or two with a handful of strangers? There’s only nine houses in this town, counting my own, I can handle it. Having made up my mind, I shake my head. “No, no, I already finished unpacking. I’ll be there.”

Poppy perks up. “You will?” I smile, hoping she can’t see the hesitation in it. “That’s wonderful news!” She flaps her wings in excitement before stopping with a gasp of realization. “I have more baking to do, than! I’d better get going,” she says, turning to leave with one last wave of her big red wing. “I’ll see you soon, neighbor!”

“See you soon!” I shout back, waving with the hand that wasn’t clutching the plate of cookies. As she goes further from my field of vision, I feel myself slump, the excitement of a new friend and a batch of treats wearing off to remind me of my exhaustion. My hand falls limp to my side and I stare at the plate in contemplation.

Nap? Or snack?

I pluck a cookie from the tray and take a bite, feeling myself melt at the incredible flavor. I scarf the rest of the sweet down before heading back inside, picking up another one as I go. Maybe just a few before I rest up.

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I snap up on my couch, almost falling off of it in my sudden awakening. What time is it? A quick glance at the clock on my wall reveals it to be mid-afternoon, and I throw myself off my resting place so fast I nearly hit the floor. I scramble to the window and see a small crowd of people in the distance, the sounds of talk and laughter wafting in through the glass. I let out a sigh of relief. At least I wasn’t… that late. After a quick change and a once over in the mirror, I hurry out the door and towards the picnic.

As I approach, the jolly sounds become clearer, with voices all chattering their cares away. Colorful blankets are scattered across the clearing, each rife with sandwiches and sweets. I really hope they aren’t upset that I didn’t bring anything. As I scan my surroundings, I pick out Poppy as she talks with a caterpillar and head in her direction, relieved at the semi-familiar face.

As if on cue, my way is blocked by a short girl in a pink dress dragging along a disgruntled looking man with a bowtie. “Ooh, you must be the new neighbor!” she squeals, bouncing up and down in place, hands flapping in front of her chest. “We were so worried you weren’t gonna come! I’m Julie Joyful, and this,” she says as she grabs the arm of the man next to her, “is Frank Frankly! Say hi, Franky!”

“Uh… hello.” I pondered briefly if I looked as awkward as poor Frank did as he gave me a small wave. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Feeling’s mutual,” I respond. As Julie begins to babble about her excitement, my eyes move to drift over the rest of the strangers. The vast majority are split off into their own small groups, with a single exception. Sitting on a bench under a large apple tree is a man who seems to be studying me the same way I’m studying him. One of his legs is crossed over the other, supporting his elbow as he rests his chin on his hand, staring at me with an intensity that sends a small shiver down my spine. And either I’m going crazy, or his lazy smile broadens ever so slightly at that.

I’m startled out of my impromptu staring contest by Julie, who seems to have noticed that I wasn’t listening and cranes her neck to see what I’m looking at. “Oh, have you met Wally yet?”

I shake my head. “No, not yet.” It takes all the willpower in my body not to meet those eyes that I can almost feel lingering on me.

The girl grins, grabbing my wrist. “Come on, you gotta meet him! I bet you two will get along like two peas in a pod!”

She begins to force me from my spot, and I feel myself start to panic. Before she can pull me away to the creepy man, Frank reaches out and stops her in her tracks. “Say, Julie, they don’t look too keen on it. Maybe they should take it slow, meet the others on their own time?” He gestures broadly to the snacks left sitting around. “They haven’t even gotten anything to eat yet, after all.”

Julie looks surprised at the intervention, a flash of guilt going over her face. “Oh my, you’re right, Frank! I’m so sorry, neighbor, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” At my dismissive hand wave, she changes course, instead pulling me to the piles of food. “Poppy told me she gave you some cookies, but just you wait ‘til you try her pie!” I turn to look at Frank, mouthing a ‘thank you’ at the grumpy looking man. He smiles a bit with a reassuring nod, and the three of us settle down on a blanket. For the rest of the picnic I eat while the two of them (mainly just Julie with the occasional comment from Frank) talk about all kinds of things.

I try hard to pretend I can’t feel the eyes burning into the back of my head.

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The sound of a steady, rhythmic knock wakes me up the next morning. I rub the sleep from my eyes, noting with absent mind how high the sun had already risen. The three slow knocks reverberate through my house once again, and I roll out of bed and head towards the front door, not bothering to change out of my pajamas or even look through the peephole. This, as it turns out, is a bad move on my part.

I yawn as I open the door, only for it to become a strangled cough as I lock eyes with the one resident I didn’t want to see this early. The man, or Wally as Julie had called him, stood on my porch, his face as eerily relaxed as ever. His posture was straight, his clothes neat, his appearance put together; I don’t think he could be any more of a contrast to my current state if he actively worked towards it. Which, to be frank, I suspect he did.

Just like the last time I’d encountered him, the two of us looked as if we were having a staring contest. Unlike last time, however, this time he decides to break the silence. “Hi, neighbor.” His voice is soft and monotonous, each syllable dragging along in no hurry. “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry.”

Somehow, I doubt that. In an attempt to relieve the strange tension, I let out a stilted laugh. “Yeah, you did, but it’s fine. I overslept, anyway.” He hums in acknowledgement, and it takes a few long seconds for me to realize he doesn’t plan on responding. Eager to hurry along this interaction so I can dart back into my house and hide from those piercing eyes, I prompt, “Something I can help you with, Wally?”

He tilts his head. “I never told you my name.”

“Yeah, no, you uh, you didn’t. Julie told me yesterday. At the… the picnic.”

“Oh, right. You three looked like you had a good time.”

“We did! We did…”

“Hmm.” His smile stretches, looking pleased by that confirmation. “Well, I’m glad to hear you’re settling in okay. I’ve heard it can be awful hard to make new friends, but you have a way of drawing people in, huh?” Cutting me off before I can ask for elaboration, Wally continues. “Speaking of drawing, I was hoping you might join me for some painting today, down by the south woods.”

“Oh!” I blurt out, taking a moment to process the invitation. “I’m not exactly much of an artist, myself.”

He laughs, and it’s every bit as emphatic as the rest of his speech. “Oh, neighbor, that doesn’t matter. We all start somewhere, and besides, I’d like the company.”

I consider turning him down flat, but something tells me he’s a bit too persuasive for me to keep him at bay forever. With a grin so forced it hurts, I say, “Sounds like fun! I’ll be there.”

Wally’s head bobs in a slow nod, and he takes a step back from the door. “I’m glad to hear it. See you soon, neighbor.”

I return the nod and raise a hand in a brief wave. “See you soon.” His stare remains, and just as I ready myself to ask him to stop, he finally, finally, turns away and walks away, humming a quiet tune to himself.

I step inside and close the door, leaning my forehead against it as I recover from the encounter. My stomach growls, but I feel as though I’ve lost my appetite. The inexplicable dread in my heart squashes any hope of breakfast. I close my eyes, but even then I can still see his own staring back, unblinking in their ceaseless observation. With a shudder, I push myself up, trying my best to steel my nerves. It’s just a little art lesson, I chastise myself. So he’s a little spooky, it’s probably fine.

No matter how many times I repeated those three words to myself, the memory of those eyes seems to peer right through the lie.

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hogwartslegacyreactions2 · 21 days

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HLC REACT TO MC TURNING INTO A KIWI BIRD IN TRANSFIGURATION

A/N: inspired by the wonderful @kiwiplaetzchen

MC doesn't know what went wrong, but it went VERY wrong! One minute they're at their desk practicing wand movements and the next they're shrunk! Where are their arms!? Where'd the beak come from!?!?

Distressed, the small flightless bird squeaked and squawked as it ran in circles. Professor Weasley easily undoes the accidental transformation, but not before suppressing a smile. Admittedly, it was one of her favorite parts of teaching transfiguration.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He is losing his shit. He is crying. He is struggling to breathe. The great and powerful MC, reduced to a walking potato. He really wishes he had a camera, but regardless, he's not letting MC live this down anytime soon.

OMINIS GAUNT: He's confused. He's not even sure what his wand is detecting. A rat, perhaps? On two legs? Based on the energy in the room, it's quite hilarious.

ANNE SALLOW: She just facepalms and waits for it to be over. She really needs to focus on her reading.

IMELDA REYES: She smirks and transfigures MC's textbook into a lizard that starts chasing them. Kiwi MC and the book lizard proceed to knock most everything off of the shelves, sending the whole class into another round of laughter.

NATSAI ONAI: She tries to comfort MC when they're human again. She's suppressing her own laughter, but she wants to reassure MC that they aren't the first to make that mistake. Accidental transfigurations happen all the time. Everyone will forget about it by tomorrow. (They didn't)

GARRETH WEASLEY: He chuckles along with the class but when things die down he whispers to MC. "You know, I could probably persuade my aunt to give you private transfiguration lessons. ...Why are you looking at me like that?"

LEANDER PREWETT: He's really happy that other people are finally laughing at someone else rather than him. Sorry MC, it's not personal.

AMIT THAKKAR: The second hand embarrassment is STRONG with this one. To make such a mistake in front of the whole class. He hides his face like he's the one who turned himself into a kiwi.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He needs to ask MC how they did that. He knows a few people that could use a good "accidental" transfiguring.

POPPY SWEETING: She tries to catch MC to get them to sit still, but they are really hard to catch when you're laughing so hard your ribs hurt.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy reactions #hl #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #imelda reyes #natsai onai #garreth weasley #leander prewett #amit thakkar #everett clopton #poppy sweeting #matilda weasley

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hopepetal · 8 months

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A little boatem knights au writing for Scar's birthday!

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Scar woke up a year older, and as it had been with the last few centuries, things were unchanged. The sun was shining (which brought with it the leafy scent of Mumbo's sunscreen), the birds were chirping, and Scar stepped out of his tent to greet the day.

He walked out to a very different sight than what he had expected.

“Surprise!”

Standing there were the knights, Cub, Jimmy, and Tango, who had clearly just been rushing around preparing... this. The camp was covered in mismatched decorations, trinkets likely taken from Grian's treasure hoard (with great reluctance from the avian, Scar imagined) strewn about the camp, shining when the light caught them.

Scar blinked, looking around at everyone. “Huh– what's this? What are you doing here?”

Impulse grinned. “Well, I was with Cub the other day and he just so happened to mention that it was your birthday today! So I told the others, and we grabbed Cub and Jimmy and Tango to help celebrate!”

“It's because no one here can bake to save their lives,” Jimmy explained, “and they wanted a cake.”

Mumbo held out the, to be quite frank, monstrosity on a plate. “Grian and I decorated!” he chirped, and Scar squinted at the near illegible frosting words.

“I wasn't here for this,” Pearl explained, “I was out getting decorations.”

“It says happy birthday Scar!” Grian told Scar, “and you can just ignore the redstone dust in the frosting, that's Mumbo's fault.”

Mumbo squeaked, eyes widening. “Look, I washed my hands! Very thoroughly!”

Cub chuckled, shaking his head. “Slight redstone ingestion never hurt anyone,” he pointed out, Mumbo, Impulse, and Tango nodding in agreement.

Scar beamed, holding his hands over his heart. His eyes shone with joy and barely held back tears. “Why, you all are so sweet! This is absolutely amayzin', thank you so much!”

“I still think we should sing,” Pearl piped up, to a resounding, unanimous "no."

“You do not want me to sing,” Mumbo told her with a slight giggle.

“Or me,” Impulse added, scratching his head right behind his horns. “Not a good idea. Tango will tell you.”

Tango grinned, elbowing Impulse. “Oh, I absolutely will, buddy.”

Scar took the cake from Mumbo, his face hurting from how much he was smiling. “Thank you all so so much,” he said once more, sincerely. “This is– this is so nice!”

“Of course, Scar!” Grian's wings fluttered slightly from the excitement. “You're our friend! Of course we'd celebrate your birthday!” He leaned over, pointing at the red and green blobs of frosting on the cake. “And these are poppies, see? They're your favorite flower, I remembered you telling me!” He was so proud of himself for this, eyes shining as he bragged to Scar.

Scar gasped. “Oh wow, G! That's absolutely fantastic! I think we should go eat it now!”

“Count me out.” Jimmy backed away, his hands held up. “I live with this man. I've seen what redstone does to him.” He gestured at Tango with his head. “I refuse to take part in any of this.”

Tango laughed. “Your loss, buddy!”

Cub nodded, holding back a smile of his own. “More for the rest of us, then.”

Pearl wrapped an arm around Jimmy's shoulders. “Does poor Tim have a sensitive stomach?” she teased, to Jimmy's indignant squawking. “It's okay, mate! Nothing to be ashamed of!”

“I'm not–!” Jimmy splutttered, face turning a light shade of red. “Oh, my gosh. This is awful. Why do I come here?”

Grian hopped up to Jimmy, a coy grin on his face. “Because you love us, Timmy!”

Scar began walking to the eating area, carrying the cake with him. “C'mon, guys! This cake isn't gonna eat itself, y'know!”

The rest of the day was spent joking around with the knights and their friends, and eventually ended under the stars with a crackling bonfire.

Scar heaved out a contented sigh. “So. Have you guys given any more thought to matching uniforms?” he asked, and laughter broke out among the knights.

It was a good day.

#my writing #boatem knights au #gtws #grian #pearl #impulse #mumbo #jimmy #tango #cub

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newtonsheffield · 5 months

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So, does Anthony ever get adept at yoga? Or does he just spend the class gawking at Kate? And are Poppy and Granny Sharma around in this AU?

Oh Anthony becomes plenty adept at it. Even if he blushes every time Kate’s face appears in his vision, smiling.

“Do you mind if I help you out a little?”

Anthony shook his head, a little out of breath, “Go ahead.”

“You just need to…”

Anthony fought the urge to squawk as Kate’s hands touched his hips gently, guiding them into a much more comfortable position.

“Loosen up your hips a little.”

“My hips are plenty loose thank you!” Anthony. Said a little wildly, desperate for her to remove her hands before he embarrassed himself completely. “My hips are extremely flexible. Huge range of motion.”

Kate chuckled, “I’d like to see that.”

Anthony flushed further, his body protesting, and Kate finally removed her hands.

“Do you dance?”

Anthony fell over as he turned his head too quickly to face her, “Do you… want me to dance? Do you want me to dance with you?”

Kate lips pulled upwards slightly in a smirk, “I meant it would be good for loosening up those hips.” She stepped backwards, “Much better today, Anthony. Anyone would think my quackery’s helping.”

#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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trashcanplant · 2 months

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A Gathering

Eddie Dear yawned himself awake and slid the watch onto his wrist. He looked at the calendar he had hung across from his bed. Today there was to be a gathering! He dressed himself up nicely, made sure his slacks were straight and his shirt was ironed, and Eddie tied his tie just-so to make sure that everything was in check. As he began to leave the small area he called home from behind his post office counter, Eddie grabbed his hat and placed it squared on his head.

“Now… what exactly was it that I needed ta bring to the meetin’ today? Was it the glitter glue or was it the stamps n’ stickers?” He asked the stapler, which he had affectionately put googly eyes on. Eddie talked aloud to himself frequently, hopping from shelf to shelf behind the counter.

“I think Jules got the glitter glue, or was it the chalk? And… and… oh, right! I was in charge of bringing stamps and stickers! And some extra paper. Right, right, right. Alrighty. Now the only problem is where’d I put the extra construction paper?” He hummed to himself, bending down low to try and find the paper.

Sally found herself strolling down the promenade before the meeting. She was the one in charge of setting it up, after all. She gathered by the clock, looking across the way to see Howdy approaching with a folding table in hand.

“Howardson! Oh, over here! Do set this table right here for me?” Sally asked with her grandiosity. She waved to a spot right next to the clock tower. Howdy chuckled and set it down, unfolding it.

“Well, Sally, whatever you say! Ho Ho, boy, this meetin’s gonna turn out better than Poppy’s famous peach-pie, don’t ya think?” He posed the question, leaning down with a hand on the table. Sally swatted it away and laid a cloth over it.

“Yes, yes, this will be just the best formal neighborhood gathering since the mailman moved to town.” She said dismissing the notion. Howdy shook his head.

“Boy, you sound just like my cousin Chet, who was tellin’ his siblin’ Paulette not to go round makin’ a bet with his sister Nanette, who’s an amazing swimmer, that they could swim across the lake and be back before dinner.” Howdy explained in his round about way about way. Sally looked at him with a confused smile.

“Oh, you and your family. I’ll never understand how you keep them in check!” She shook her head. Sally heard the high-pitched jabber of an approaching Julie, followed by the nasally laughter of an accompanying Frank.

“—And so I was telling Marnie about the meeting, but she says it’s still too cold outside to come out! Oh, hiya Sally! Hi Howdy!” Julie waved to her neighbors. Sally smiled

“Jules, Frank.” Howdy greeted the pair. The caterpillars antenna wriggled slightly, maybe at the slight displeasure of seeing of Frank. The taller of the two seemed unaware of this, holding his small tote bag which contained Julie’s chalk and the item they were assigned to bring.

“Oh hello everyone! Are we the first ones to arrive here?” Frank asked, a gentle smile on their face. Sally sighed, approaching him and rifling through their bag.

“Yes, yes, Franklin, you and Juliette, ever punctual! Did you bring the folding paper?”Sally asked, looking through the bag as Frank practically threw it off of him. Julie giggled.

“Oh, Sally, Frank would never forget to bring something to a meeting as important as this!” She laughed. Howdy just rolled his eyes, hands on his hips.

“Sally, it ain’t polite to go lookin’ through your neighbors stuff!” Howdy chided the star. She merely puffed out her chest and grabbed the box of chalk and the folding paper.

“But this is an important meeting, Howardson! One can’t go into a meeting such as this without knowing what everyone has or has not brought!” She retorted. In the distance, the gentle squawks of Poppy approached. Everyone turned to see a very anxious bird out of her barn.

“Oh my feathers… am I late? I brought the yarn, and the knitting needles, and the basket to hold the yarn, and oh my goodness have I forgotten something?” Poppy asked, flitting about with the basket in her wings. She received a chuckle from Frank.

“Oh, Poppy, no need to fret! Surely you couldn’t have forgotten anything, you always double and triple check.” They comforted the big bird. Poppy hummed nervously, her feathers falling out.

“This time I even quadruple checked.” She replied. Sally sighed, shaking her head and gently taking the basket from Poppy and setting it on the table.

“Franklin’s right, Poppy dear, you mustn’t worry! Look at yourself, you’re molting! We must all be as prim and proper as we can be for this very important meeting!” Sally said. The majority of neighbors nodded, and heard the ever familiar approaching of footsteps of Home’s funniest and most helpful neighbors.

“He-e-ey everybody! Hope we ain’t too late for the meetin’!” Barnaby greeted his neighbors. Wally stood right next to his best friend, a gentle smile plastered on his face.

“Hi Sally, hi Howdy, hi Poppy, hi Frank, hi Julie-“ droned the smallest neighbor. Everyone mumbled a how-do-you-do to Wally, while Sally approached him with her larger-than-life attitude.

“Walliford! Do tell me you and Barnaby brought the paints and paint brushes!” Sally asked, taking the small coffee tin Wally held in his hand.

“Yeah, no need ta worry, Sal! I made sure Wally got everything all packed up nice and special in that coffee pot!” Barnaby said, standing up from how he’d been walking on all fours. Howdy approached him, while Julie and Sally helped set up the table.

“Say, Barn, do you think he’ll show up?” Howdy asked. The caterpillars eyes drifted to Frank. They were fussing over how the art supplies were to be arranged on the table. Poppy approached the small gathering of the tallest neighbors.

“Do you think he’ll remember..?” She asked anxiously, fiddling with her feathers. Barnaby clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Well, if worse comes to worse, we’ll have things all set up even if he forgets to show up.” The dog replied. This seemed to satisfy them, as the neighbors waited in the town center for the mailman to arrive.

Eddie sat anxiously at the post office counter. What had he forgotten was today? He checked through all his notes, including those he wrote on the bathroom mirror. Nothing was written down. He paced around, talking to himself.

“I knew there was somethin’ big I had to do today. I just know it! I- I couldn’t be makin’ things up now could I? Somebody woulda dropped in by now, surely, if I had missed something.” He spoke to himself. Eddie’s chest felt heavy, his breath growing shallow. Why couldn’t he remember this? He knew something big was today.

A calm washed over his mind. If there weren’t any notes, no visits from anyone, then it mustn’t have been something that important. But something ached at his mind, on the tip of his tongue. No, it wasn’t anything big. Probably just another one of Sally’s performances, or Barnaby’s sets. Was that what he needed the construction paper for? Was he going to make posters for everyone with Wally?

It didn’t matter, because Eddie did not end up leaving the post office that day. Everyone stood around the clock tower, waiting anxiously for him to arrive. Sally sighed.

“What kind of oaf doesn’t show up to his own birthday party?!” She asked, huffing as she tore the decorations down. Poppy helped to get the banner Wally had made from off of tower.

“He must have forgotten, maybe someone should have gone and gotten him.. I was certain he had written notes for himself!” Frank said. They sounded worried, fiddling with his bow tie.

“It’s okay, Frank. Maybe we can go to him?” Wally proposed. But nobody could hear him over the sound of the tower chiming 6. It was time to head home for the day. Another year, another forgotten birthday party.

Yet Home remembered. It remembered very well.

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askthedrunkanimator · 8 months

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everything going okay?

"Yeah..? I don't see a reason why I shouldn't be okay..?"

Behind him, a loud cacophony of CRASHes and SQUAWKs is heard, the noisy aftermath of Eddie slipping and dropping some plates, spooking Poppy and knocking over the kitchen table.

".......Actually, no."

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tomahachi12 · 9 months

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“Oh my, I’m such a feather-fingers!”

(Panicked Squawk) - Poppy Partridge

#giant rainbow chicken!#welcome home #poppy partridge #toma art

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 7 months

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WHAT HAPPENED?!?!!??!!??!!!!?!!

sometimes arrows find their mark! oopsie!

#hes fine i prommy #the arrow didnt hit anything important and even if it did poppy's got em #and so does barnaby <3 #tbh im having a fun time envisioning them having to pull the arrow out first lol #good thing barnaby's a strong fella!#its kinda comedic in my head...#cause barnaby is freaking out and poppy is freaking out and howdy is trying to keep a level head #and wallys just standing to the side like 👁️👁️#and then barnaby cuts himself on the arrowhead and poppy is all 'DISEASES!!!' and freaks out More-#*wally voice* no home you can't eat his soul #*howdy/barnaby/poppy voices* WHAT?!#and everyone else returns to find howdy: passed out. poppy: squawking her head off.#barnaby: holding a gorey arrow & splattered with a comically unrealistic amount of blood #wally: attempting to help by draping wormie over howdy's face #*frank voice* what the FUCK is going on - we left for Ten minutes!!!#anyway-#rambles from the bog #wh fantasy au #puppets get Hurt in this au sorry. but also im not sorry cause its fun!

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dearmailman · 2 months

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Well hello Eddie! I hope this finds You well. I been Meaning to request (And im finally Doing It hehe) If you could Write about Poppy helping the Reader to fall asleep. (Poppy is the Absolute most and ive haven't seen a Lot of age regression related Stuff about her sadly).

Either way thank you, Hope you have a Really good week! (or if your Having a bad Day than the rest that is Left is uneventful!) Thank you again!

Hello neighbor!

Poppy is my favorite caregiver and it is so darn sad that there's hardly any content for her! I hope you enjoy this short snippet of mama Poppy helping Reader rest.

Thunder rumbles outside in the darkness of the neighborhood, and you startle awake in your caregiver's nest. Poppy is nervously looking out of the window at the building rain, the book in her feathers all but disregarded due to her anxiety. You shift and grumble slightly, unfortunately fully awake despite the late hour.

Poppy startles with a quiet squawk when you make a noise, her wing touching her chest. "Oh my, Reader, you startled me! Goodness me, did the storm wake you, dear?"

You cling a hand onto Poppy's pyjamas, pouting up at her. "Mama, I don't wanna be awake, the rain is scary...."

Poppy coos at you and tuts her tongue, setting her book to the side. "Oh dear, come here, Reader," she calls. You smile softly and crawl up onto her chest. Poppy is much bigger than you, and thus is a perfectly large, warm pillow. You snuggle up into her feathers, and begin to gently preen some of her feathers, almost as a way of stimming as well as taking care of your best friend.

Poppy's wings wrap across your back, and she sighs, settling further into her warm, soft nest. Her beak nuzzles your hair softly. "There, there, dearest. Do you feel, ah, safer now?"

You pause to think about it, rubbing your cheek on her feathers. "'m safe, I know, mama... But I don't know if I can sleep."

Poppy hums, tilting her face at you with a worried look. "Do you need anything? I would bet a glass of milk and a muffin would settle you down well, no?"

You purse your lips, considering her offer. "Mm, okay Poppy, I can try." Your hands grip into her feathers softly. "But I don't wanna be put down..."

Poppy blinks at you, wracking her brain for a moment to find a way to safely both carry you and prepare your snack. "Er... Perhaps... You can ride on my back? But you must be so very careful, and hold on tightly!"

You giggle, sitting up slightly. You grab at her with your hands in the air, and she spares you a loving little smile. Poppy carefully lifts you onto her back, and you settle with your hands and legs wrapped around her securely. "Ready? Up we go," she says nervously, standing.

Poppy brings you to the kitchen, resting your head softly against the back of her neck as she carries you. Your caregiver bustles cautiously about the kitchen, pouring you a glass of milk that she sprinkles some ground cinnamon into, which already has you licking your lips. Poppy's muffins may not be exactly to your tastes, but it's the thought that counts and the seeds certainly don't taste bad.

Poppy sighs as she observes your snack. "Are you held on tight, dear?"

"Yes mama!"

"Alright, well, off we go!"

Poppy carries you back to her nest, the cosy blankets over the straw calling both of your names. Poppy settles down and lets you slides off of her, calling for you to be careful even though there's no danger. She hands you your snack, and you happily drink the spiced milk while taking bites of your muffin. The rain outside has settled slightly, the thunder replaced by a light drizzle as the night goes on.

"Mama?" you call as you wipe the last seeds of your snack from your chin. "Can you read to me?"

"Oh, yes of course," Poppy smiles, leaning over to the small pile of children's books stacked beside her nest. "How about.... The Princess and the Pea? Hm, perhaps that's too scary, such a startling height they stack that bed to..."

"Mama," you laugh," It's ok, the princess isn't real!" You find yourself yawning as you curl up against her. Poppy smiles at you softly, and picks up the book.

"You're right, of course, this princess is purely a story..." She lifts the book, tilting the pages towards you so you can see the illustrations of a pretty pink puppet on a very tall bed looking very sad. "Alright, let's see... 'There are many stories about princesses, and many people who think they know what it means to be a princess. This story is a reminder that things are not always what they seem. Once upon a time, there was a powerful Queen..."

You are already half asleep again as your caregiver reads, curled up nice and safe with a full tummy under her loving wing.

sfw interaction only

#poppy partridge #sfw caregiver #agere #sfw agere #fandom agere #age regression #welcome home agere #fandom agedre #age regression fanfic #agere fanfic #welcome home agereg #agereg #sfw agereg #sfw age regression

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brighids-blunders · 1 year

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MC: [is levitating a hapless, squawking chicken up and down in the quad] Oh, hello Poppy!

Poppy: [approaches with a concerned look] MC... isn't that animal abuse?

MC: [shrugs, unperturbed] I think it would be more accurate to call this "Leander abuse".

[Upon closer inspection, the chicken has a tiny Griffindor scarf about to fall off of its neck]

Poppy: Did you... transfigure him into a chicken...?

MC: He didn't take the Summoner's Court loss very well. I swear it was self defense.

#hogwarts legacy #poppy sweeting #leander prewett #hogwarts legacy shitpost #hogwarts legacy meme #mc is a little shit but it's fine

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hmshermitcraft · 8 months

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Some fluffy Grian x Cleo maybe?

Cleo has gotten used to Grian's pranks by now, and since they started dating they've gotten a lot cuter, but no less annoying.

Cleo had received coordinates and a time on a sign in her base, with a heart and a 'G' carved next to them. The time listed was midnight, so she prepared some throw-away armor just in case she died and set off soon after the sun had set.

It was only a quick fly away, no Nether travel needed, and was a little glass platform in the sky. Grian was nowhere to be found. She cautiously landed, looking around for any hidden mechanisms, before catching a glimpse of the ground below her.

It was a beautifully lit up field of flowers, forming the picture of her face. Well, as much as it could with the wind blowing the plants around. Blue orchids were used for her skin, the lighting making them slightly paler. Her eyes were made out of oxeye daisies and wither roses, her hair a beautiful mix of poppies, orange tulips, and dandelions. The entire scene was surrounded by beautiful light fixtures of sea lanterns, painting the field in a gentle blue that made it look like it was glowing.

Cleo was so entranced that she didn't hear the rockets or the person landing behind her. Rather, they made themselves known by pushing her off the platform.

She screeched, elytra twirling around her and offering no help in actually gliding down safely. She could faintly hear the sound of a firework behind the rushing wind and then arms were wrapped around her torso as she was carried into a smooth landing.

There were tell-tale snickers next to her ear, her short boyfriend's face partially buried in her back. She twisted to look at him, saw his glinting eyes, and promptly pushed her hand in his face and pushed him away. He squawked, nearly losing balance, and she couldn't keep her smile down for long.

"And what is all this?"

"A bunch of flowers," was Grian's cheeky response, and Cleo reached out to pinch his nose. He was able to pull away easily.

"A bunch of flowers that I nearly died in. I nearly died in my face, Grian."

"I had to do something to sweep you off your feet."

Cleo laughed, "You pushed me off my feet."

"Still counts. Now do you want dinner or not?" Grian grabbed her hand, pulling her towards a clearing in the middle of the flowers where an orange blanket was spread out, a few candles (carefully) lit, and a picnic basket with some wine and glasses set up.

"You know," she said as she settled down onto the blanket, letting Grian pour her a glass of red wine. "You could have just told me you set up a date for us rather than leave an ominous sign in my base."

"But that's no fun! If I'm not leaving you guessing, what's the point?"

"You're so lucky you're cute."

"And kissable. You've said it yourself."

Cleo sighs to cover up her amusement, grabbing his chin and leaning over to give him a small kiss, even if it only proved his point further.

#ask #hermitshipping #greo #grian tag #zombiecleo tag #alcohol tw #mod 🧙

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thebelovedmuse · 1 year

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If requests are open......could you do wally headcannons or fic whichever you want where the reader collects and cleans bones,and then gives them as gifts..(maybe giving Barnaby a dog skull boy realizing how threatening that could be)

🧡 You find a skull in the woods, it's a dog's skull! You think this will be the perfect gift for Barnaby, he is a dog after all and who wouldn't think its super cool to see what it looks like inside their head. When you present Barnaby his gift he stares at you for a few moments before saying "Thanks, kid." and then slowly closing the door with a concerned look at you. How strange, you think, he didn't even invite you inside!

💙 You give Wally a collection of bones and he loves them! He asks all about what kind of bones they are and what your process is for cleaning them. At the end he excitedly tells you he already has ideas in mind for these bones, he doesn't elaborate and you swear you see his dark eyes grow wider for a moment. You're not sure what that's about but you love seeing Wally happy!

💛 I know you didn't ask about Poppy but I feel like giving her bones as a gift would almost send her into a mental breakdown 😂Maybe an articulated chicken? You don't understand why she refuses to speak to you for over a week and still squawks in a panic whenever she accidentally runs into you around town.

💚 You give Frank a couple bones as a gift and he begins infodumping about insect exoskeletons.

#welcome home #welcome home wally #welcome home barnaby #welcome home poppy #welcome home frank #headcanon

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cozmicclown · 7 months

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WELCOME HOME TRANSCRIBED: #1 Howdy & Poppy

This is a fan-made transcript of the first Welcome Home secret bug audio clips. I took great care to ensure the dialogue is as ACCURATE as humanly possible. That being said, any visuals or actions taken by the characters are generated through my own creative presumptions. I already have #2 and #3 written out, so I’ll be posting more of these. These are a fun exercise to practice script writing. Plain text version of the transcription is below. Enjoy!

1 - INT. POPPY'S BARN - DAY

POPPY, BIGGEST NEIGHBOUR, CHICKEN AND SWEETHEART, SITS KNITTING IN A HUGE ARMCHAIR AMIDST BALLS OF YARN OF EVERY COLOUR, OCCUPYING EVERY AVAILABLE SURFACE.

POPPY (Mutters to herself in concentration)

Oh, stitch. Dropped a stitch again...

HOWDY, LOCAL MULTI LIMBED CATERPILLAR SHOPKEEPER, ALSO LOCAL PUSHY SALESMAN, IS HEARD APPROACHING POPPY'S HOME.

HOWDY (O.S.)

Delivery here! I've got a deliver here for one Ms. Partridge...

HOWDY APPEARS IN THE HALF OPEN DUTCH DOORS OF POPPY'S HOME, BROWN PAPER WRAPPED PARCEL IN HAND, AND CONTINUES HIS SPIEL.

HOWDY (CONT'D)

Courtesy of Howdy's dependable, door to door to door delivery service!

POPPY (Light surprise)

Oh! Oh my feathers, Howdy! You frightened me.

POPPY SETS DOWN HER KNITTING AND CAREFULLY APPROACHES THE DOOR.

HOWDY

Terribly sorry ma'am. 'Suppose I shoulda knocked?

POPPY

Oh, no, no, that would have frightened me too.

(Nervous laughter before excited OH!)

Oh! Is that my order of yarn? Thank you.

POPPY TAKES THE PARCEL FROM HOWDY AND STOWS IT UNDER HER WING.

HOWDY

It sure is Poppy. Hot off the shelves, just the way ya like'em.

(Notices all the yarn laid about inside)

Boy, looks like you already gotta hoard that'd make a dragon jealous.

Whatcha need even more yarn for? Not that I'll turn down a sale, heh heh.

POPPY GIVES A SOFT LAUGH AT THE JOKE BEFORE SPEAKING.

POPPY (light stuttering)

Oh, I'm just working on some scarves and sweaters and such. I want everyone in the ne- neighbourhood to have something warm to wear in-when, you know, winter comes along. Feels like these changing seasons keep sneaking up on me, heh.

HOWDY

Hah, I hear that, not enough daylight ta get everything done. Course, it helps ta have an extra pair of hands!

HOWDY CRACKS UP AT HIS OWN JOKE AND POPPY AWKWARDLY JOINS IN SHORTLY AFTER.

HOWDY (CONT 'D)

'Seems like you know that already, though. I can see you've recruited an extra pair of your own today.

HOWDY GESTURES OVER TO THE PUPPET SHAPED YARN PILE SAT ON A POUFFE BY THE ARMCHAIR. A PAIR OF YELLOW HANDS STICK OUT, PINK YARN NEATLY COILED BETWEEN THEM. THE STRING RUNS FROM THE HANDS TO POPPYS CURRENT KNITTING PROJECT.

POPPY (Referring to the yarn pile)

Oh, heh heh, yes. Thank you again for your help dear. And thank goodness for it, I was worried I was going to get all tangled up with all these colours of yarn.

HOWDY (In serious agreement with POPPYs joke)

Hmmm, I can see why, it's a real risk.

A MOMENT OF QUIET BEFORE POPPY TURNS BACK AND RESPONDS, SURPRISED AND NERVOUS.

POPPY

It- it is?

HOWDY

Well, sure. But lucky for you, I think I might have something ta help.

HOWDY REACHES INTO HIS APRON POCKET AND PULLS OUT A METAL DEVICE WITH A FLOURISH, IT'S ARMS SPINNING WITH A RATTLE, REMINISCENT OF A SNAKE.

HOWDY (CONT' D)

BEHOLD!

POPPY GIVES OUT A VERY FRIGHTENED, CHICKEN-LIKE SQUAWK! BEFORE STICKING HER HEAD UNDER HER WING IN FEAR.

HOWDY (Continues over a few more squawks)

N- no, no, nothing to fear here. What you're looking at is a bon-a-feeday yarn spinner. Perfect for keeping all your extra neatly spooled up.

HOWDY TURNS THE CRANK ON THE SPINNER TO DEMONSTRATE AS HE SAYS THE LAST PART, THE MECHANISM RATTLES AGAIN.

HOWDY (CONT 'D)

Safe. Effective. And...No pesky batteries or electricity to fret over.

POPPY PEEKS OUT FROM HER WINGS BEFORE TAKING HER FULL HEAD OUT SHEEPISHLY.

POPPY (voice shaking)

Well, oh, well, that-t does sound helpful, doesn't it?

HOWDY CUTS IN BEFORE SHE FINISHES HER RHETORICAL QUESTION.

HOWDY

Sure does! Here, heh heh, tell ya what, today only, as an extra special deal for an extra special customer, you can give'er a whirl, no strings attached. Well, no strings but yarn that is. Hah ha!

POPPY STARTS TO INTERRUPT HIM AT "BUT YARN THAT IS" AND CONTINUES TO TRY. SOMEHOW HOWDY GOT POPPY TO TAKE THE DEVICE FROM HIM.

HOWDY (Talking over POPPY)

Well, I've already overstayed my welcome. Got a whole shipment back at the shop I've gotta sign for.

POPPY

Oh, t-t ah- heh eh heh. Ehhhh, buuu-... oohh but - *exhales*, *inhales*, welllll, alright then. Oh.

HOWDY

I'll check in on you and your new wonder device next time I bring you an order Poppy. ‘Til then.

HOWDY DISAPPEARS FROM THE DUTCH DOOR WITH A TWO HANDED WAVE. POPPY STANDS IN HER ENTRYWAY, PARCEL UNDER WING, AND BEGINS TO INSPECT THE YARN SPINNER.

POPPY

Oh, I don't know how to work these things but- well he was so insistent it'd be helpful, do you think you can help me figure this thing out WallE€*YY??

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