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Hey so i got brain worms for a bit with this prompt and started working on it....... but unfortunately the worms have left the station and so i have this sorry for it being unfinished :(

hope you like it anyways :D

Pain

A pain that was progressively getting more noticeable and this all encompassing pressure along his neck, mouth, hands, legs and shoulders were the first things Stan notices when he finally becomes aware of himself after being knocked out. The second thing he notices is that it’s starting to feel quite hot…or it's always hot, he doesn’t know; but what he does know is that opening his eyes does jack shit for helping him get his bearings in order. Though after shifting (read: flailing) around a bit Stan comes to the conclusion that he’s in the trunk of either one of Rico’s cars or some random car. Speaking of the fact that Stan left his car in an alleyway in some backwater town before Rico’s men found him. 

You should of just skipped town instead of staying for an extra day you knew Rico was still after you yet you stayed for what, a few hours of sentimental wallowing at the beach thinking about hi–

Stan shifted about some more; rubbing the rope that was around his wrists and ankles a lot in the process, trying to find where the trunk latch was. After a bit more shimmying and trying desperately to control his breathing he found where the latch was. 

The thing was though it was locked and unfortunately kicking it like stan had been doing for however many minutes… or has it been hours or days or wee– had done nothing but make his already ear splitting headache even worse as stan now starts to panic.

brea–

Fuckshitfuck Im fucking stuck in here they fucking locked me in here to die! Theyleftmetodieinhere to die in here either from starvation, dehydration or from boiling alive inthisfuckingcar

Breath–

He’s shifting more wildly now. Trying to yell, scream anything but it’s all muffled behind the cloth wrapped around his mouth digging into his cheeks.

Desperation in every movement as Stan trys and trys and trysandtrysandtrysandtrysan–

Breathe–

I gave them the fucking money i owed and it was stillnotENOUGH

The muscles in Stan’s legs grow more stiff the more he kicks.

I'm going to die here without those millions, i'm going to die proving pa right, that he was right that all i'm good for is ridding off of other people BETTER people’s coattails and bringing them down

BREATHE–

What would ma think? 

BREATHE–

Would she care? 

BREATHE–

What would Ford think?

BREATHE–

Would he be glad to not have the screw-up to think about when he’s DEAD

BREATHE–

Would he even care?

BREA–

THUMP

That’s when he hit something softer than the rest of this godforsaken car. Just behind where Stan hit his head in a blind panic was the backend of the backseat. It might be his only way out Stan thought numbly; his teeth already feeling phantom pain of what was about to come. 

The next however long was spent in a fog of numbness and all encompassing determination as he wraps his teeth around the looser piece of fabric on the backseat and yanks; choking on his gag in the process, but that didn’t stop him as he keeps yanking and yanking. Stan starts to feel copper in his mouth as the fabric rips off. A small victory as Stan continued this rhythm the whole way through the backseat. Find the weak spot. Tear. Find the weak spot. Tear. As Stan goes along, the cloth around his jaw starts to cut more and more into his cheek, digging further and cutting the edges of his mouth. Fortunately wareing down the cloth more as his teeth grind against the fibers of both the cloth and the backseat and allows Stan to be free from the gag. Not that he notices as he keeps going little by little chewing his way through the backseat of the car. The copper taste gets increasingly more potent and the smell of sweat, grime, and flesh make itself more known as Stan continues his onslaught, feeling chunks of something fall with the fabric and cotton he’s tearing out. 

There are no thoughts and no overwhelming feeling as Stan starts seeing more and more light while ripping through the seat. Just a need to keep going. To keep ripping and he’ll be free. 

For now at least.

When the hole to the backseat is bigger than his head; Stan uses his upper body strength to force himself through the newly made hole. Not caring how he got out, just that he did; cramming his shoulder the metal bits inside the seat scraping down his shoulder blades possibly  dislocating his right shoulder in the process, though Stan’s not entirely sure about it as he doesn't feel a thing; the numbness encircling his mind makes it quite hard to think or feel anything. 

Once out, the first thing Stan does is wrap his tied hands to the headrest of the driver’s seat back as flush as he can get before thrusting his body away from the headrest snapping rope around his in a violent manner taking a bit of skin off his wrists with the rope. Next was rope around Stan’s legs, this being a lot easier to get done as his hands were now free from the rope. Once done freeing his legs, Stan climbed over the center console and over to the driver's seat; stumbling as he went, then shoving his entire body weight into the driver’s side door, the door swinging out as if its owner didn’t care whether or not it was open or shut. Unfortunately that meant that Stan went flying out the door onto the hard dry ground. 

“Ah ‘uck” Stan groaned out as his face hit the ground.

Stan layed there for what felt like an eternity but was really only about 5 minutes; just lying there soaking up the feeling of the dirt beneath him. He needed to move, to figure out what was wrong, he needed to get help, there was so much blood he needed to move, but he couldn’t for the life of him get his body to listen. It was as if he was a guest to his own body barely feeling much, just an overwhelming feeling of numbness. Sure he felt that something was off with his body, the lack of teeth when he wrung his tongue against his gums and felt just that; gums, and his –what he’s pretty sure is very much dislocated– arm. He just can’t seem to get his body to operate the way he wants right now. 

Get up dumbass you got this far now just get up and keep moving  it’s not like anyone is going to come help you and if someone does come it definitely will not be anyone who would help you so. Get. Up.

Stan just couldn’t get himself to move even with his thoughts arguing about getting up he can’t seem to move.

Get up if you don’t know Rico’s buddies will most likely come back to see if their job was successful and if they see you out they will just shoot then and there GET. UP.

And by some outward force of will or just the thought of Rico’s men coming back at all seems to be the motivation his body apparently needed to start moving. Slowly, like an ancient mechanical robot Stan slowly got up from the ground, feeling a little–…or a lot Stan didn’t know– light headed he started moving in a direction not caring where he was going just that he was and maybe if he was lucky– like lucks been of his side so far –he would find a phone box to call someone to help him.

What was about and hour of hobbling in one direction, not including the times he took a break to go and spit out a wad of blood out of his mouth; he’s pretty sure he also spat out a few more teeth as well but that was neither his problem nor did he care right then and there. Stan found a small gas station, just a dingy looking thing not that Stan can complain at all given the life he lives or he guesses barely lives Ha.Ha. Anyways the gas station was nothing much just a two way pump spot for two cars use which was situated right next to the road and a corner store just a little ways away from the pump spots. Right next the corner store was the phone box he was looking for.

Huh guess my luck hasn’t run out yet… yippee..

Stan didn't even realize he even moved until he’s already at the phone box and the phone– now in his hand –was ringing.

*Hello this is 911 speaking what’s the emergency* 

Stan takes a breath before he tries to explain that he needed help. It took a couple tries as he was stuttering so much. As he is trying to explain he gets interrupted

*Sorry what was that i couldn’t quite hear you*

Stan blinks at that.

Of course they can’t hear you dumbass, you don’t have any teeth to help you speak properly

So instead of trying to talk again –because trying to talk the first time took a lot out of them just for the person on the other side to not understand was draining him– he tried tapping morse code. It was not one of the many skills he picked up on in his life as a ‘traveling salesman’ but one he picked up back when he was still someone to somebody even if it was just the lesser, dumber, version of them. Back when the better him; his brother even bothered to teach him stuff, though granted when they decided to learn it they mostly used it to cheat on tests, but it was the fun of it that mattered and honestly still helps him to this day like this call… which he should probably be paying attention to what they were saying shouldn’t he.

*Listen sir if you aren’t going to be taking this seriously then i will have to end this call*

Nonononononono was all stan thought as he frantically taped and scraped the mic portion of the phone trying pleading silently that they would know what he was desperately trying to say. He was so absorbed in trying to get this person to hear him, to understand him, to help that he didn’t notice the person on the other side of the phone disconnected until about two minutes later. Stan slumped, feeling ready to fall over at any moment but he had one other person to call. Stan fished into his threadbear hoodie looking to see if there was any change in it that Rico’s guys didn’t grab, to find just enough money left to call one other person.

Should he call ma? no..no he didn’t wanna give her anymore of a reason to think lowly of him or worse get worried….maybe sher–

Why don’t you stop being a pussy and call HIM you know he can help

No he can’t do that to him, besides who’s today he will call this time?

You know that’s a bullshit answer he always answers

Was he really sure of it or was it delirium talking, he has been losing a fair bit of blood

Just call him, what's the worst that can happen? He just confirms all your fears? Just. call.

It seems that Stan just loves making his own life worse as he begins to call a number he’s put in multiple times throughout his time as a grifter. He just hopes this time he’ll have the courage to talk this time.

It was a calm night in Gravity Falls. The sky was clear, the moon was at its fullest allowing moonlight to shine wonderfully down onto the foliage surrounding the sleepy little backwater town. Well mostly sleepy, as the lowly scientist was still sitting at his desk writing in his journal his seventh cup of coffee of the night, sitting getting cold as he absorbed himself in his work. For the past four ish years he’s been working as a field researcher trying to find why Gravity Falls is such a hot spot for the weird and unusual. 

Which is what he was working on, he recently talked to some of the locals about anything that could lead him to the answer that he was looking for. One of the locals said that he was talking about a cave system that may or may not have ancient writings in them. Ford was writing down what they had told him when he got interrupted by his phone ringing. 

He was half attempted to just ignore it.

If it’s important they will have to leave a message

He went back to writing thinking about possibly going to go check the cave out tomorrow if the weather was still nice tomorrow. But his mind kept going back to the phone and about halfway into the third ring Stanford picked up the phone.

“Hello this is Stanford pines.”

….

….

…..

He didn’t hear anything on the other side of the phone, just breathing and the low rustling of the wind in the background.

“Ok i’ve about had enough with your prank calls! If you don’t have anything to say then I firmly demand that you lose this number. I have important work that needs to be done and can’t be here wasting my time on someone who won’t even respond back. Good day or night in this case–”

It was then, when he was about to hang up that he heard it. Tapping. Tapping and scraping in a pattern that felt familiar to him. It’s morse code.

Tap tap tap tap – tap tap scrape – tap scrape tap – scrape

The pattern was heard repeatedly through the phone as Ford scrambles to grab a piece of paper and starts writing down each letter to the corresponding rhythm.

Tap tap tap tap – tap tap scrape – tap scrape tap – scrape

H-U-R-T

Okay okay so the person on the other side of the phone is injured in some way. How much Ford didn’t know, he also didn’t know why they didn’t just call the authorities but that was a question he could ask after he finds out first; where they were hurt, where they were so that he could get a hold of some who could potentially help. Hopefully. 

Ford repositioned his phone so it was more comfortable for him as he wrote the person's answers to his questions.

“Okay, so you say you’re hurt, could you tell me where it hurts?”

….

….

There was a bit of shuffling that was picked up through the phone like the person on the other side was weighing something before an onslaught of tapping and scraping was heard.

Scrape scrape – scrape scrape scrape – tap tap scrape – scrape – tap tap tap tap

M-O-U-T-H

….

Tap tap tap – tap tap tap tap – scrape scrape scrape – tap tap scrape –

S-H-O-U-

A pause, a hum before…

Tap – tap tap tap scrape – tap – tap scrape tap – scrape tap scrape scrape – scrape – tap tap tap tap – tap tap – scrape tap – scrape scrape tap

E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G

GO MY PIGEONS, DELIVERY MY IDEAS

GUYS. GUYS. GUYS. OKAY.

What if, and stick with me, WHAT IF

Ford, in one of the many “prank” calls he gets, he hears something this time. Not just anything, tapping.

At first he’s like “bruh” and goes to hang up the phone, but his naturally curious mind stops him. This tapping feels too organized, too put together.

It’s Morse code.

Ford grabs a piece of paper and a pen and stars scribbling out letter after letter.

It’s just the word ‘hurt’ over and over again.

Ford gets a bit freaked out, but he starts talking, asking what happened, WHO this is. The who and what happened doesn’t get answered immediately, he finds out it’s Stanley of course.

This all just takes place after Stan chewed his way out of the trunk of a car and his mouth is fucked up seven ways to Sunday and can’t communicate besides tapping. The police hung up pretty much immediately, Stanford was the only one he knew of that would understand Morse code.

Blah, blah, blah, hurt/comfort for both my blorbos.

so many people are dead and so many of them should’ve kissed and I’m more devastated over one of those facts than the other.

it's slay or be slayed out here

Day 2: Spirit or space

"The gardening club was a failure."

That was the answer students at Black Vinegar Middle School had to settle for when the school’s greenhouse was permanently closed—and no one ever questioned it.

But in recent weeks, whispers and rumors had been growing throughout the school. Frightened students said it was lucky the greenhouse had been shut down, and some, bolder than others, added that the girl who once led the gardening club had lost her life inside that very glass dome.

Teruki Hanazawa was never one for gossip, but he knew reckless students wouldn't take long to sneak in and end up hurt. He also knew that the rumors might not be entirely false—just walking past the abandoned place always gave him uncontrollable chills without any clear reason...

After Teruki’s repeated pleas for the esper to come, and Mob’s many attempts to say Reigen should handle it instead, the two of them finally arrive at the back of the school.

There isn’t much to see—some students are still participating in their extracurricular activities, and everything looks... normal?

The only structure that stands out is the glass dome. It’s not that big, but it might as well be.

As they get closer, Mob notices Teruki’s steps slow until he comes to a full stop by the door. The blond insists he’s not scared and—surprising even himself more than the other boy—uses his powers to destroy the rusted chains and padlocks blocking the way.

Inside is a completely abandoned space—sunlight barely filters through the thick curtains of dust, and the wooden floor is buried under dried leaves and withered roots...

"She’s crying," Mob says as soon as he sets foot on the dirty floor. "She liked it here, but... she’s alone."

Teruki always admired how simply his friend could understand other people’s feelings, even if he’d never actually told him that.

“We can’t just... exorcise her, right?” he asks. “There’s gotta be something else we can do to help... right?”

“Maybe... maybe if we keep her company, she’ll be able to move on by herself,” the dark-haired boy replies, expressionless. “But only if you want to.”

“As long as it doesn’t take forever.” Teruki shrugs and starts walking gently, as if not to disturb the resident.

And so minutes—or maybe hours—pass with them there.

The tension blooms into comfort, and the two friends slowly forget the world outside.

Curiously, a few sprouts begin growing through the cracks, and some plants return to their healthy state—thanks to their psychic powers. The place no longer feels so sad, even though it’s still dusty and smells strongly of damp soil.

Now, whoever had been there could finally say goodbye, and watch her little prison return to the way it always should have been.

The teasing becomes playful, and a few risky confessions slip out between the two espers.

The space now feels too small—that’s the only explanation for how close Teruki suddenly gets—and Mob lets soft, nervous giggles escape without a care.

And the space keeps shrinking... and shrinking... until there’s nowhere else to go but closer to each other. They bump shoulders and knees, brush fingers, and suddenly, their lips meet.

And despite the dust, the dampness, and the time it spent forgotten... the greenhouse became a refuge. For lonely spirits—and for hearts, too.

COOKIE RUN!!!!!!!DROP A SAILOR MOON COLLAB AND MY LIFE IS YOURS….

anyways, I wanna draw a character pull pic with Sailor Moon Cookie but idk which Outfit she will have.

The First one is iconic but the 5th season one is my fave tbh. Serenity would just be a costume you could get ig

☆

: a natural luminous body visible in the sky especially at night

stars are known for their beauty more than anything. known as the pretty twinkly dots in the sky that we can only hope to see from afar.

we, as a collective whole, have no wish to see them up close however. because their beauty diminishes as we tread closer, into nothing but a burning ball of fire.

and that's not 'pretty' or 'twinkly'. it's scary and painful.

we don't talk about the life of a star. how tragic it truly is. they are born, forced to burn brighter and brighter. till they burn out, eventually they can't anymore.

the more passionate ones dwindle into nothing but cold, ugly ball of gas. just floating around, begging to be noticed once more.

while the ones who spent their times building their power in the shadows suffer a more severe fate. they explode.

wanting to go out with one last bang. one last attempt to be seen.

but stars aren't stars unless they twinkle right? unless they provide us entertainment in the night sky.

stars mean nothing if they are not pleasing to the eye.

I'm going to Sydney this morning for my friends gig at petersham lawn bowling club. I haven't been there since I was a youth but it was full of hot middle aged rockerbillies and pin ups getting sloshed and playing games so I'm excited even if I won't be in uniform as I won't have time to go to my mums house to change into her register vintage.

I'll only be there for 2 nights and I have already made plans to see the substance 3 times and I made a tinder so I can get more people to watch with me

So uh… what was happening while I was gone?

P.S All the vids on the image belong to their respectable creators

P.S x2 I actually like his new design

big shrug emoji

someone on here wanted a dib and nene swap and even though the post was from a while ago i thought it would've been a cute idea to draw

naturally when i drew them out my brain started coming up with ideas on how the stories would change, so more info about that under the cut

dib's family had moved to japan thanks to membrane's scientific research leading them to the country.

it didn't take long for dib to learn about the school wonders, more specifically about hanako. determined to truly prove the existence of the paranormal, dib summons hanako. dib got a little than be bargained for as hanako himself proved to be quite the trickster.

during the multiple failed attempts to get his school mates to notice hanako, dib accidentally swallowed a mermaid scale. although hanako helped dib keep the mermaid's curse to a minimum in exchange into becoming his assistant, dib does keep trying to expose hanako as well as other super naturals to the world.

nene was always known as the weird girl with the radish legs in her class. her fondness with that not of earth only motivated the weirdness people saw in her.

on the day zim arrived, he was taken aback by how excited nene was in meeting him. he was prepared for the humans to ignore his existence, yet there was nene actively wanting to learn more about her new classmate.

zim mistook this enthusiasm as a sign that nene was willing in helping his world domination plan. this mistake caused zim to drag nene around in his multiple attempts to destroy earth. nene, quick to understand her situation but unwilling to fully antagonize zim, secretly thwarts his plans while remaining his friend.

Drew them new Pokemons >:D 

In honor of its last chapter going up today, I’ll use the fic banner Ashyr gave me and make a rare tumblr post.

Fic is found here:

And is a longfic multichap following the Hollow Knight post the Delicate Flower ending. It’s the usual recovery, THK survives story with a seasoning of healing, gender exploration, side adventures with Grimmchild, tea time with Grimm, and a dash more Zote than was intended

Thank you for the banner Ashe!

happy lesbian visibility week! specially to those of us suffering from a severe case of comphet because of our kpop boys!

Please this is such a cute mental image 😭

7 year old snape: physically, i’m here. mentally, i'm lost in a thick forest, collecting mushrooms in a basket and carrying a tiny frog around in my pocket.

Bold of you to assume I only fuck it up on my days off.

I'm a pro at screwing my sleep schedule.

My sleep schedule is a dirty hoe.

Gi-hun: sang-woo?

Sang-woo: Yeah?

Gi-hun: Do you need a hug

Sang-woo: Haven't I been through enough?

The Mascot

If Natasha were a fangirl, she'd have called Clint's eyes Cerulean-blue orbs.

But she's not a fangirl. She's a spy. So what she sees is fear. And insomnia. And a need for coffee.

So in the coffee goes, black and strong, with a little bit of sugar, and maybe a hint of cinnamon. Into the cup that says, Surely Not Everybody was Kung-fu Fighting?

Well, everybody usually is. But not now.

The cup slides across the table, and Clint's eyes ask, Why?

Because. She can see him wanting to tear his eyes out. She can see him looking for Loki in himself.

Clint takes a nice, long sip, and smiles.

It doesn't reach his eyes anymore.

Cats know how to bust it meown

Would I be able to use this as a prompt for a fic? I am having a vision and I think I'm seeing your vision

Klance as if "pining loser X cool guy" except both of them think the other is the cool one

Ecto Infection: Part 1

Where ectoplasm acts like a sort of infection and those who had brushes with death have it worse.

The bats are no exception.

_______________

Day: 22nd

Month: June

Year: [REDACTED]

The following video you are about to watch was recorded by Dr. [REDACTED] of our research division from group Alpha which was stationed in the location Amity Park Illinois.

We at the Ghost Investigation Ward (G.I.W) advise you to know that these videos are not to be shared with any outside party unless given any permission to do so. Any Information which has been leaked without our consent will result in immediate termination.

_________

"Hello, my name is Dr. [REDACTED] and today I will be going over what me and my team have so far discovered."

*click*

"A few months ago the GIW discovered a huge spike in spectural energy emitting from a small space located in Illionois, we managed to pin down the location as Amity Park and sent troops to scout out the area to see what we could find. Upon our arrival it was clear to see that ectoplasm was abundant, further test showed that not only was it in the air but everywhere, from the water, earth, plants and even wildlife. It was clear that decontamination would not be easy but we are nothing but determined when it comes to our jobs."

*click*

"You already know this by now but ectoplasm appears in places most frequent in death or sometimes, in very rare cases, a portal will open up which it will then proceed to leak into our plane of existence."

"Under any other circumstances ectoplasm would be considered harmless but in large quantities its effects on our world could be dangerous and down right catastrophic, which brings us to the next topic."

*click*

"When large amounts of ectoplasm is introduce to an area the environment begins to warp, changing the land into something more than it should be. This also extends to any wildlife in the ecosystem. I will now show you some of the footage we have gathered."

*click*

A camera is powered on and begins recording with full charge. A small crew that consisted of three armed guards and two scientist march through the area will full caution. Leaves and twigs crunch beneath their feet, each step as careful as the next one.

The camera glitched.

The crew were now near a lake which was much bigger than it should be. A long board walk ventured out far until stopping when it was twenty steps far out. The two scientist got to work collecting sample of the water and soil, while the guards did their jobs.

After some time one of the guards broke off and began walking the board walk while the camera followed, heavy boots making the planks of wood underneath him speak against their will. His walk ended when he was on the last plank, tiltiing their head down to stare at the water.

And then they froze...

Not a single movement or sound could be heard, it was as if all noise just cease to exist. The camera got closer to where the guard was, the quality of the video getting glitchy and a bit staticky as it panned down and captured what the guard was seeing.

There. Right there in the dark waters were a dozen fish like figures, all eyes slightly glowing and looking at the guard.

With anticipation.

With hunger.

The sound of another gaurd calling to them was all that was needed to kickstart the chase.

The gaurd turned on their heel and began to ran back, the camera followed, missing the moment a dark figure leapt out of the water and chomped off an entire plank of wood.

They kept running.

They ducked as a dark shadow leapt from the side hoping to knock them down into the water.

They kept running.

They jumped into the air as jaws filled with rows of sharp needle like teeth came from below to try and take a bite.

They kept running.

All that could be heard behind them was splashed and the sound of wood breaking from whatever was in the water taking bites out of the board walk.

Eventually the guard was able to make it to land where they rejoined the rest of their party and left the area.

*click*

"As you have just witnessed ectoplasm infects the living and turns them into something monsterous. Those 'fish' were just some low leveled infected, dangerous to us still but not as dangerous as some of the other things we have encountered."

"It is important to know that just because something looks harmless you should never underestimate it, this is a lesson some members of our team had unfortunately learned a little too late."

*click*

The camera showed a different group of people, this time ten in total. Three scientist and seven guards entered a building, although the outside resembled any regular abandoned apartment the inside looked well cleaned and managed, as if people still lived here.

Somewhere along the way the group decided to spilt up with each scientist getting two guards and the remaining guards the front and back entrance.

A scream pierced through the air.

The camera which was recording the scientist inspect a strange plant captured the moment the trio jumped at the sound. They all exited the room, running downstairs only to find that both guards who were guarding the entrances were gone and all that was left were their protective armor.

Another scream tore through the air, this time coming from above where the group had just been, followed by echoes of curses before everything went silent again.

At this point it seemed the rest of them decided to leave but before they could open the door a tuft of vines covered the door. The camera panned up to a view of more vines, that hadn't been there before, now covering the ceilling.

One by one everyone was pulled into it. Yelling and screaming for help that they were never going to get.

Silence was returned to the building once again.

*click*

"That was a level two threat. When we recieved a distress signal more troops were sent out to the building and all they came back with was the drone with that recording. Despite our loses we were able to discover new knowledge about Amity. It is now known that certain buildings are alive and act as a sort of venus flytrap, crafted specifically to ensnare any human foolish enough to wander through its openings."

"The next anomoly on our list is a level–...It– Something's not– ....Oh God..."

An alarm could be heard going off, the video gltiching and audio distorting.

"It's here–..."

The video and audio continued to grow more staticky and distorted as some sort of black ooze bled from a corner of the room. It pooled onto the floor quickly, trapping the doctor who tried mercilessly to get out.

Suddenly a hand reached out of the ooze but there was no flesh covering it, it contined to pull itself out revealing its form.

A black skeleton watched the doctor struggle with no eyes.

"STAY AWAY! NOO،!"

*click*

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Upcoming Chapter: The Residents

I miss my man guys

sketch of @skierisa’s val and @spxll-bxund’s bella with ash. i just think they’re neat :]

WELCOME HOME PLAYFELLOW AU!!!!!

It's the year 1969, The Playfellow, a product known to make sentient puppets that serve as human companions spread like wildfire. Here this story is told through the eyes of Wally Darling, a dashing little fella who has been under the protection of his 'papa' (Playfellow Creator, Ronald Dorelaine) and longs to find a life for himself, as well as a whole cast of characters who try to adjust to life in The Big City coexisting between man and puppet (how are they able to live? Who knows, who cares.)

CHARACTERS (So Far)

THE PLAYFELLOWS (puppets who were made sentient and serve as human companions)

• Wally Darling – A Playfellow puppet that was adopted by the founder of the Playfellows, Ronald Dorelaine, who has taken care of Wally since his purchase date. He isn't the only puppet Dorelaine takes care of, as he has Home, an older prototype model who takes the role of a wise caretaker/friend/mentor for Wally. Wally often is taken to places by Ronald to annual events to meet and make children happy, but doesn't really have a lot of friends other than Home. Wally is also going through an existential crisis and longs to find out who he wishes to be. His Gem Heart is Blood Red.

• Barnaby B. Beagle – A Playfellow puppet that takes the appearance of a large, laid-back, blue dog who's serves as a roommate/bodyguard to a divorced comedian who happens to be friends with Dorelaine. He adapts his comedic jokes from his handler but also has a lonesome feeling of wanting something more than the life he lives, but feels trapped with feeling responsible for his handler. He becomes very close with Wally. His Gem Heart is Steel Blue.

• Frank Frankly – A Playfellow puppet who at first appears as a grumpy know-it-all, but is a secret softie with a love for books and bugs. His handler is a librarian who wanted to share his love for books to someone who had a similar interest. Frank deeply cares for his handler and helps out around the library. He's in a secret relationship with Eddie, to which only their handlers (who also happen to be in a relationship) seem to know about. He's best friends with Julie and would visit her whenever his handler goes for a haircut. His Gem Heart is Mustard Yellow.

• Julie Joyful – A Playfellow puppet with a bright, happy, and cheery personality who was purchased by a big, rowdy family along with her siblings (Franny, Bea, and Jonesy) as Christmas gifts for the little children, with Julie's handler being the youngest daughter. She and her siblings work in a salon that's owned by the mother. She's best friends with Frank and loves to have all sorts of styles. Her Gem Heart is Rose Pink.

• Poppy Partridge – A Playfellow puppet that has always had a paranoid personality. She mostly stays at home with her handler, an old woman who recently lost her husband and is looking for an emotional support friend. She often goes out with her handler, usually for grocery shopping, to the park for picnics, or visit her son's theater. She happens to be quite close friends with Sally, who likes to have her in rehearsals for plays, despite her stage fright. Her Gem Heart is Emerald Green.

• Sally Starlet – A Playfellow puppet who surprisingly isn't really owned by a handler but rather a theater known for its stunning performances. The owner of the theater wanted to try out new opportunities, and when the Playfellow puppets got really popular worldwide, he had to have one be in his theater. Sally lives for the stage and has made the theater her only home. Her determination for the spotlight has always made her eager for ambition and to bring newbies along, specifically Poppy. Her Gem Heart is Tangerine Orange.

• Howdy Pillar – A Playfellow puppet that's one you can say "married to his work." Ever since his purchase day, Howdy was always into some sort of marketing business, first with his previous handler (a door-to-door salesman), to his next handler (a happy-go-lucky retail owner), before finally being handed to an old man who owns a run-down grocery store. Howdy is practically a partial owner of the store and helps around with anything. Before his purchasing date, he had a huge family that was ultimately chaotic, which probably encouraged him to be a businessman and a businessman only. His Gem Heart is Turquoise Teal.

• Eddie Dear – A Playfellow puppet that has been taking the job of a mailman and works alongside his handler, a woman named Jen, who also happens to be a mailman. Eddie has a sweet country-boy charm that's hard to resist, yet can be quite forgetful at times (Jen and Frank often reminds him.) He's in a secret relationship with Frank, to which only Julie, and their handlers (who also happen to be in a relationship) seem to know. His Gem Heart is Eggplant Purple.

• Home – A Playfellow puppet that comes from an old prototype model, perhaps even the oldest Playfellow model ever made. Home doesn't really speak in the ways the newer models do. Rather, it speaks in onomonopieas that can be translated into Morse code. Home's handler is Playfellow Founder Ronald Dorelaine. It's a dear friend to Wally and has always enjoyed his company, even encouraging him to try something new. Home doesn't have a Gem Heart, silly-goose!

• Ronald Dorelaine – Founder and CEO of The Playfellow's Workshop, a company known to make living puppets that are given sentience by the power of love, (which is contained into their Gem Hearts to give them a life force) and is currently the handler of Wally Darling and Home. His Playfellow puppet product is a very popular worldwide topic that almost every human has, with the puppets being a companion of many sorts. These puppets are in constant learning mode and adapt their knowledge similar to humans. He brings Wally to annual events and parties to show him off, (mainly because the children love him so much) but often keeps Wally within the company of Home whenever he's busy doing more serious business. Many people often ask him how he was able to create the first ever living best friend, and to which he always says, "A magician never reveals his secret. But, that secret is often helped with the power of learning and love."

I love how we lay together in bed. How we end up tangled together, hands folded together almost like we'd fear getting separated. The feeling of your chest rising and falling comforts me more than words can describe. The feeling of your breath on my cheek, neck, or where ever your face may be at 3 am makes me relaxed knowing that you are still with me. I love waking up to see your beautiful face, and I love seeing your beautiful face watching me upon waking up.

My love is for the beauty of us

" I don't believe in heaven or hell. But I do believe in revenge. I usually serve it warm with a side of pain."

wednesday addams moodboard

Me, fishing this app out of the trash once a month:

AND THEN FINALLY

Yeah.

Like a really disappointed, yet resigned and kinda sad Yeah.

That's it. That's the show.

It was like one hell of a road.

Supernatural final and the following brainstorming in attempts to find SOME FRAKING SENSE was like

^ Jesus Christ posted : FUCKING NEWFAGS, MOTHERFUCKERS SHOWING UP

The cup says: Stles

The line says: New Fandom, Same Shit

And then like

He says: there is no moral in this story

oh fuck real deep

Supernatural final and the following brainstorming in attempts to find SOME FRAKING SENSE was like

^ Jesus Christ posted : FUCKING NEWFAGS, MOTHERFUCKERS SHOWING UP

The cup says: Stles

The line says: New Fandom, Same Shit

Supernatural final and the following brainstorming in attempts to find SOME FRAKING SENSE was like

^ Jesus Christ posted : FUCKING NEWFAGS, MOTHERFUCKERS SHOWING UP

The cup says: Stles

The line says: New Fandom, Same Shit