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Baby Mine
(Thoughts run through Belzer’s mind as he ponders the birth of another child, while lamenting the loss of his other children)
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It happened like clockwork. He was getting too old for this. Gnasher and Wincer hadn’t even been gone for a full decade yet.
Every time his body felt like he was suffering from the loneliness of losing his children, it felt as if it was time to birth another one, to fill the void of childhood previously lost.
He stared at the mewling infant in the palm of his hand, tired and exhausted himself. It was a scrawny one this time and if Belzer didn’t know any better, he’d say that this one was a dud and wouldn’t even make it through the night. He had went through duds before, especially when he was younger, and even if it hurt him when a child of his never had the chance to open their eyes or took their first breath, he had grown used to it and it made him even more grateful for the ones that were born safely. But as it squirmed against his palm, he could tell that this one was a fighter.
There was no time to grieve of children of the past now. He had to get in the right headspace and focus on the now. He gently wiped the vernix-adjacent goop off of the newborn with his fingertips and sighed, shrinking himself down into a smaller form.
“Soul Jockeys ! Get me a towel ! On the double !” His voice boomed as he heard the flapping of wings in the distance. He held the infant in his arms, rocking them, hoping that the skin to skin would sooth their whimpers, which it almost always did. He had been through this too many times before to know that.
Once the soul jockeys got him a towel, he was able to to clean the infant up some more and get a good look at them.
“You’re such a skinny one… usually I would wait a while to see if you’d survive before naming you but…. I feel like you’re gonna make it.” He ran his thumb against the infant’s cheek.
It then hit him that he was truly by himself with this one. Usually, when this happened, at least one of his children who hadn’t left yet would run up and meet their new sibling but… they were all gone. It was just him and this new one. He turned his attention back to the infant in order to distract from the pain he felt in his chest. This one would be different. This one wouldn’t run away. Belzer would be better, this child would listen to him. He hoped. He couldn’t take another loss.
He took a deep breath and focused. This infant needed him and he needed them, so that he could keep it together. No more despair. He needed to focus on the new life in his arms.
The infant started to mewl again, probably hungry and cold. Belzer chuckled as he nuzzled up to the infant, letting the baby grab ahold of his finger. He could tell by the grip that this one was going to be strong. They were definitely going to make it.
“There there… you’ll be taken care of…” Belzer said, his deep voice unusually soft. “It’s just you and me now… Wendell… it’s just you and me.”
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Little Green Girl and her two demons.
Found Family AU
Prologue: It all starts with a teddy bear.
Had it not been for her curiosity, she would have been asleep a long time ago. But again, she was three and a half year old, and any child at that age after hearing weird sounds outside would be curious, and especially after seeing a green light from her window. How was she supposed to not be painfully curious when, in her creative little mind, adventure called her name? She made sure she made no sound as she got up inside her crib, even if her parents' room was across hers and her door was closed, she just wanted to be as sneaky as possible, her little head peeping through the window as she noticed someone. Kat could barely see their face, but there was something in their hands.
“A gift for someone?” She thought, losing a bit of balance, but managing to keep still, at least enough time for her to look for a few seconds before falling back first on the soft mattress of her crib. She didn't cry, it didn't hurt, but she desperately needed to see what was going on.
“Hey, no! Come back!” The little girl heard a voice, thinking it must be that person outside, but... Who were they talking to? She heard steps and something hitting the ground softly a few times. What if it was a monster? Or worse, an alien?! No, it wasn't time to be afraid, it was time for her to be brave, and she had to go and investigate.
“OK... Just like you practiced when you stole mama's brownies.” She thought to herself, as she gathered all of her plushies this time around and placed them together, climbing them up and carefully getting on the other side. How will she come back inside, you may ask? That's a problem for future her, this is a time of crisis.
As she carefully opened her door, she saw her parent's bedroom door shut, making her sigh in relief as she tip-toed towards the stairs. Going down, there were dry sounds of something hitting the walls, and grunting. A heavy gulp went down her throat, but she couldn't back off now, not now that the sound was so close. Squeezing a little dolphin plushie she was carrying against one of her chubby little arms, Kat creeps towards one of the backyard windows, and with the help of the chair in front of it, she managed to climb up and look outside.
There was a fluffy, ten-tentacle monster on the ground, and it was pounding against the door to get in.
She almost screamed, to be honest, but all desires to do so stopped all at once when their eyes locked. Kat Elliot wanted to scream, to run and hide, but her body wouldn't move out of paralysing fear, especially when it started to crawl the wall towards the window. Should she open it? She feels like she shouldn't, but... Uhg, her curiosity was killing her. Besides, what if it was lost? There was also the possibility of her being some sort of princess that could tame any beast!
She carefully did just that, lifting it up and, finally, having that... thing face to face. She reached out her hand towards it, but the moment she did so, she cried out loud in pain. It was so fast, she didn't know what it did to her, but it hurted her way too much to keep quiet. And as quickly as it appeared, it quickly disappeared.
“Kat?!” The voice of her mother coming from upstairs made her flinch, but she didn't have a choice but to wait for them to come down. “Baby, where are you?!”
The first one to come down was Delroy, quickly coming up to his daughter, getting on his knees and taking her tiny body close to him, just so she could cry on his chest. Wilma followed soon after, getting next to him.
“Kat, baby, what happened?!” The man asked first, seeing her daughter point at the backyard door.
“Papa, there-there's something outside!”
The moment she said that, they got tense. What if it was an animal, or a person? Delroy remembered the bunch of incidents he's been reading in the newspapers for a month now, so he didn't hesitate to hand Kat to Wilma so he could get his shotgun under the sofa, and as scared as he was, he needed to check, nothing else was worth the risk of getting robbed, or getting his family hurt.
“Wilma, get upstairs, ok? Lock the door.” He whispered to get, getting a silent and quick nod as she took their sobbing child to their room.
He slowly opened the door, sweating cold, but still somewhat... sure?, maybe even hopeful that it wasn't nothing, but it didn't take long for him to realize that once he opened the door, whatever was outside quickly ran away because of the noise they made. He looked around, still with his only way of defence on his hand, but his mind was at ease that nothing was nearby anymore. He checked, just to be sure.
“... Hm?” He noticed something, though. He bent over, and looked better. It was something in a dark pink shade, and white clothing...
“A teddy bear?”
“Yeah.” Delroy answered with the same tone filled with confusion his wife had. “Maybe it was one of the kids next door pulling an all nighters.” A sigh as heavy as a ton of bricks left his lips. He looked over at their daughter, who was out like a light. “Did she seriously just fell asleep?”
“Oh, you're saying that like she didn't get that from her father.” Wilma chuckled, looking down at the little girl in her arms. “I wonder how she got outta her crib.”
“Yeah...”
Delroy though to himself that it was a good call to put all plushies in their place before coming into their room. It'll spare Kat quite the disappointment.
“A mystery, really...”
People say ignorance is a bliss. Maybe it is, really, at least for this family. It's quite a bliss that they never saw the young woman that was desperately looking for that toy, all while carrying a jar filled with water and a white octopus. And none of them will speak of that night, either because it's not worth remembering, or perhaps because that night was the biggest fuck-up someone could have ever do.
A grunt left his throat the moment he heard the screams from the new souls. Seriously? This early in the morning? How despicable. Today already started horrible, so black clothing it is—
“Wendell.”
No. Nope. Nah. Wendell rolled his eyes as he felt his brother right behind him, posing like a damn cat.
“Wendell. Wake up.”
“Get out—”
“Wendell I got something for our faire.”
With those seven little words, Wendell jumped out of bed with a smile that could pass as sadistic, but Wild knew better, he was actually excited. Dream Faire started as a childhood dream, but the more time they saw their father work, the more they started to question everything...
Did those souls really deserved this? Those weren't "the souls of the dammed", they were just "the souls of the danged", so did they really deserved to be treated this harshly, with such cruelty...?
“What did ya get?!”
“There's this thing that Wahnsinn got me just now! It's called fireworks in the Human Realm!” As his young brother showed him that human stuff, Wendell wondered how did that demon managed to get in and out of the world of the living. They couldn't, not by their own means, so... How, really?
“And-And they would all look up and— boom! A bunch of colorful sparks explode outta it!”
“Hmm, that actually sounds pretty neat! Everyone would love that!”
“Right?! And-And everyone would line up just to see—”
A growl was heard. It wasn't from any of them and it was obvious. Wendell sighed heavily as Wild looked at him in worry.
“Uh... You don't have to come if—”
“You know just how he gets when he's in those moods. It's better if we just go...”
Buffalo Belzer was a lot of things, but he didn't felt like a decent father to Wendell. He loved him, and he hated that, but he always had a little voice in his mind stating that he didn't love them at all...
No. No more of those stupid thoughts. He has more than one proof that showed him that yes, he did love them, and that was enough.
... It was enough, right...?
#wendell and wild#wendell & wild#wendell and wild au#Wendell & Wild AU#wendell#wild#buffalo belzer#kat elliot#kat wendell and wild#Wendell and Wild one-shot#Wendell & Wild one-shot#Wendell and Wild fanfic#Wendell & Wild fanfic#Wendell and Wild Found Family AU#Found Family! AU
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Things i'd like to see happen with Wendell Bambleby and Emily Wilde:
(warning, some spoilers ahead)
Emily gets slapped by someone she's accidentally on purpose antagonised. Bambleby finds out and "just wants to talk to whoever did this". We all know the all-powerful fae king does not just want to talk.
Wendell trying to tactfully negotiate the endless stream of women who come and see him upon his return. Emily watches from her office across the hall.
Emily gets a magical flashback to Wendell's time as a spoilt prince in his land being waited on hand and foot. It may or may not change how she sees him.
Emily going out for supper with a very handsome man who is very interested in her work. Absolutely not her, just her papers. Wendell gets jealous and gets drunk. he's very sappy when she comes back.
Emily views Bambleby through a hagstone to see him as the fae see him. He has an iridescent crown of light and he is even prettier than she ever thought he could be.
Emily and Wendell go out on a picnic. Just a nice, wholesome picnic with good food.
A room full of academics awkwardly witnessing Emily and Wendell having a spat. I wouldn't be suprised if objects are thrown.
Emily gets jealous of one of Bambleby's many admirers. But not wanting to admit it because she's too academic and has "logic'd" her way around it. This ends in tears, naturally.
Emily and Wendell cuddle in front of a fire and it's all nice and cosy.
Emily has a girlboss moment and saves Wendell- preferably like that scene from Ever After where she can take whatever she can carry and she chooses her prince.
#emily wilde’s encyclopaedia of faeries#heather fawcett#emily wilde#wendell bambleby#fic prompt#fanfic#fae folk#faerie#fae#fairy
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Blood // Water
CONTAINS SEASON 1 SPOILERS!
word count: 2.4k
synopsis: in the days following the Doodler's release, there are those who would use the chaos for their own gain, but Henry Oak and his friends and family aren't going to let that happen
content warnings: none that I'm aware of, if there's anything I missed please let me know!
author's note: I was supposed to finish and post this a while ago, life got in the way, sorry guys. Based vaguely on this.
The days following the Doodler’s release were absolute chaos. As reality seemed to collapse upon itself again and again, people turned to who they thought they could for help, guidance, anything. Religious leaders, government personnel and the like were hounded by the masses, masses who were every bit as terrified and confused as they were.
There were of course those who knew exactly what was going on. A small group of families; the Wilsons, the Oak-Garcias, the Stamplers, and the Foster-Closes, newly returned from an adventure of their own. They’d immediately sprung into action, searching for answers in the arcane and mundane, puzzling a way to put the world back together the way it’d been before.
And there were, of course, those who looked at the world as it was; the turmoil, the discord, the agony, and saw it as cold, hard, gleaming opportunity. After all, who’d notice an extra lining in a wallet, what with the end of the world?
Henry sat slumped in a chair at the kitchen table, arms hanging limply by his side, staring mindlessly ahead at the muted television on the counter. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t felt this dull, pounding ache in is head. He knew he hadn’t slept in… more than just hours. Days? A week? Did it matter? He was hell for it either way. He knew he should rest; knew he just wasn’t useful to anyone like this. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t lay his head to sleep peacefully while the world burned outside his window. Not when it was his fault, not when he could’ve done something to stop–
He shook his head, wincing slightly at the pang of pain the movement caused. He couldn’t think like that. It wasn’t helpful. And it’s not true, Mercedes’ voice rang in his head. Henry smiled. She was right, he knew. Rubbing his eyes, he looked blearily at the time displayed in the corner of the news crawl on the tv. 5:55 am. Still staring ahead, he wondered if he should even bother trying to get to bed. The boys would probably be up soon anyways. Henry sighed. He knew he should talk to them. Really talk, not just the shallow tip-toeing they’d done around the issue. Ask why they’d–
Something on the tv caught Henry’s attention. “Klax Korp To Move Ahead with Construction Project” crawled along the bottom of the screen. That couldn’t be right. Henry closed his eyes, trying to concentrate through his headache. Before the… end of the world, Klax Korp had started construction on a new manufacturing site just north of town. But it’d been discovered that there weren’t accommodations in the site plans for proper waste disposal, and that in all likelihood the waste would just being dumped into the river, poisoning the ecosystem of the entire river valley. Henry and Mercedes had organized a very successful protest, halting construction, and eventually an official statement was released from Klax Korp, saying that construction would not resume until a proper solution was found. That’d been barely ten days ago, just before the release of the Doodler, there’s no way they could’ve possibly come up with a feasible solution in such a short time. Proper planning and enacting would take several months at the very least.
Unless of course, they had no intention of making any such changes. Doing so would cost a lot of money, and Klax Korp had proven again and again they were willing to cut any corners to avoid that. The chaos of the Doodler’s release was the perfect time to quietly go ahead with their plans. Henry dragged himself out of his chair, swooning slightly as he did so. He really needed to get some sleep. He knew what he had to do now, and to do it properly he’d need rest. But at least now he had something he could do.
Darryl was just getting out of the Honda Odyssey when Ron’s car drove up and parked at the end of the Oak-Garcia’s driveway. He waited for Ron to join him and they walked together up the short stone pathway to the front door.
“D’you know what this is all about?” Darryl asked, “It didn’t sound like Doodler stuff over the phone.”
Ron just shook his head and shrugged.
“I guess we’ll find out inside.” Darryl said, ringing the doorbell.
“It’s open!” Glenn’s muffled voice came from inside. Pushing open the door, Ron and Darryl found the Oak-Garcia household in its usual state of charming chaos. Weaving between the toys strewn on the floor, creative art pieces yet to find their rightful place, and various rocks taking up more space than they really should, the dads found Glenn posted up in the kitchen over a tray of Mercedes’ oatmeal raisin coconut cookies. He pushed the tray in their direction as they approached.
“They’re better than you’d think,” he said, mouth full, sending crumbs flying. Ron took one.
“Where’s Henry?” Darryl asked, taking one himself.
“Right here!” Henry called, coming down the stairs. “Sorry about the mess, it’s been a weird couple of days.”
“It’s fine, we get it.” Darryl said.
“You look less terrible.” Ron said.
“Thank you, Ron,” Henry said appreciatively, knowing he meant no harm, “I actually got a couple of hours of sleep today if you can believe it.”
“Hey good on you man,” Glenn said, clapping him on the shoulder, “So what’s up?”
Henry sighed, preparing himself. He told them about what he’d seen on the news, and what he figured Klax Korp were trying to do under the radar. “I know this sort of thing isn’t really in you guys’ wheelhouse, and that it may sound like a whole load of phooey to you. And I know we have way bigger fish to fry right now, with the Doodler and everything. But if stuff like this gets ignored, even if we do manage to fix things, we might end up in a world much worse for wear than it really should’ve been.”
“Yeah, man. Screw the corporations.” Glenn said. “So what’s the plan. We blowing this place sky high or?”
“What? No!” Henry gasped. “This isn’t Faerun, we can’t just go around blowing things up. And honestly, we shouldn’t have been doing it there either.”
“So what do you want us to do?” Darryl asked.
“I wanted you guys to come to a protest with me.” Henry said. “There was a group of people Mercedes and I organized with the last time, but a lot of them were put out of commission what with the end of the world and all. The group is much smaller than it used to be, and there’s strength in numbers. The more of us there are, the bigger the disruption, the more of an impact we have the potential to make. If you knew anyone you could invite to come as well that’s be a big help.”
The dads all looked at each other, and then back at Henry, nodding.
“Yeah, we’d love to help.”
“Absolutely,”
“Cool,”
The next few days were a blur. Signs were made, scheduling was done, friends were enlisted. Most of the families of the other kids from the soccer team agreed to come, many of Carol, Morgan, and Samantha’s coworkers did too. Glenn reached out to his fans on social media, and word spread fast.
The first few days were incredible. A couple dozen people each day, making quite a racket at the gates of the construction site. A local news van even showed up to report on it. But it wasn’t enough, and soon the numbers started dwindling.
The dads were gathered at the Wilson residence after another protest with paltry attendance, snacking on Darryl’s homemade brownies.
“Alright team, let’s debrief,” Darryl said, handing out glasses of raspberry lemonade.
“Look guys I’m sorry,” Henry said, “I know things started out great, but at this point I feel like I’m wasting all of your time.”
“Nah man it’s cool.” Glenn said. “It’s a good thing you’re trying to do. We just need to get the word out better.”
“But how?” Ron asked. “We’ve asked pretty much everyone we know, and you’ve asked a bunch of people you don’t know.”
“Hey,” Darryl said, “we’ll figure this out. We just need something new.”
“Yeah,” Glenn said, “maybe we don’t need more people, maybe we just need to be more disruptive. We need to come up with something big, and fast. Isn’t there supposed to be a representative from Klax Korp coming in a few days? Whenever they’ll be there is the best time to make a decisive move.”
A silence fell over the group as they tried to puzzle it out.
“Man, it’s too bad we can’t get your dad to help us Henry,�� Ron said after a moment.
“What– why?” Henry asked, bewildered.
“I mean, he convinced all those people in Oakvale to like not litter and stuff.” Ron replied. Henry thought about it for moment. He definitely didn’t want to enact the same kind of society Barry had. But in terms of being disruptive like Glenn said… there was a page out of his father’s book he could take. A grin spread on Henry’s face.
“I just had the best idea.”
Darryl called up his sister. If there was anyone who knew how to get what they’d need for Henry’s idea, it was her. She was happy to oblige and took Darryl to a workshop she knew where they made the product. They’d need something much bigger than the typical size and had to be custom made, but with a few favors called in from her, it’d be ready in a little over a week.
Ron was tasked with communicating the plan to the others that were still out protesting with them. The dads didn’t want to take them too much by surprise and have them all run away. It definitely took some convincing but somehow Ron got them to understand.
Glenn decided the most important element for their plan was the music. He and Henry spent days on end trying to find just the right song for what they had in mind. The night before the day of, Glenn texted Henry that he’d found the perfect one and to leave everything up to him.
The next morning, a bigger crowd was gathered at the gates of the Klax Korp construction site than had been for a long time. Security kept them from getting too close, but they were still all abuzz with anticipation. Even more news vans were there to cover the day. A sleek black car pulled up, and out stepped the Klax Korp rep. He made his way to the stage set up to speak, but the crowd just got louder drowning out anything he had to say.
And then they did quiet down a bit, listening to something faintly heard on the wind. A rhythmic thumping, like heavy feet on the ground. And with it a voice, Glenn’s voice.
Beg me for mercy, admit you were toxic
You poisoned me just for another dollar in your pocket
The thumping and singing got louder and closer, some people could even swear they felt the ground shake beneath their feet.
Now I am the violence, I am the sickness
Won’t accept your silence, beg me for forgiveness
And with that, a huge mass came barreling out of the forest. Even though they’d been warned ahead of time, the very sight of it made the crowd scream. A gargantuan Kodiak bear came running at full speed towards the gates of the Klax Korp construction site. Seated in a custom-made saddle designed for this huge beast was one Mercedes Oak-Garcia, face covered in what could only be described as war paint and screaming at the top of her lungs. On either side of the saddle hung a speaker blasting the sound of Glenn’s voice.
We’ll never get free, lamb to the slaughter
What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?
Vines sprung up from the ground, parting the crowd in two as the beast came bearing down the middle. It went barreling up to the podium, knocking it and the Klax Korp representative over. The security scattered in all directions, leaving the rep pinned under the mighty paws of the bear.
The price of your greed, your son and your daughter
What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?
“Tell your people,” Mercedes said down to him, “to fix their plans for this place. We will not have our home and our waters poisoned, is that understood?”
The rep nodded desperately, tears running down his face. The bear let up its paws and he fled back to his car, taking off in a cloud of dust away from the site.
I am the people
I am the storm
Mercedes turned the bear around and faced the crowd, looking from the protesters to the cameramen and reporters.
“There are those who would use this time of chaos for their own benefit, to the detriment of others,”
I am the riot
I am the swarm
“Rest assured you will be found out. Rest assured we will not let you quietly do so,”
When the last tree’s fallen
The animal can’t hide
Money won’t solve it
“The cruelty of using the cover of mayhem to ruin the lives of others is unforgiveable,”
What’s your alibi?
What’s your alibi?
What’s your alibi?
“We will not forgive. We will be there. And we will give you no peace.”
What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the–
Blood in the water?
The bear reared up on its hind legs and roared, teeth bared, claws extended.
“Plot and plan knowing that we will never give you purchase to hurt this earth we share, not then and certainly not now.” And with that, the bear went running back into the woods, taking the wild woman and the music with him.
By the very next day, Klax Korp issued a new statement assuring the public that more serious endeavors would be made to ensure that no waste products from the manufacturing site would end up being dumped there. Mercedes clicked off the tv and gave Henry a kiss on the cheek.
“We did it, mi osito,” she said.
“I’m sure there’ll be others,” he replied.
“And I’m sure we’ll be able to handle it when there are.”
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#peep the Wendell and Wild reference#also please be nice this is the first piece of fanfiction i have literally every posted on the internet#dndads#dungeons and daddies#dndaddies#henry oak garcia#dndads henry oak#dndads henry#henry oak dndads#henry oak#darryl wilson#ron stampler#glenn close dungeons and daddies#glenn close#dndads glenn close#glenn close dndads#mercedes#mercedes oak garcia#fanfic#fanfiction#dndads fanfic#phillycheesesteakcore
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries - Heather Fawcett
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Wendell Bambleby/Emily Wilde
Characters: Wendell Bambleby, Emily Wilde
Additional Tags: Wendell is hopelessly in love with Emily
Summary:
A continuation from Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries.
Of course the hotel they stay in for ICODEF has made an error when Bambleby booked them in months ago... now there is only one room left and that one room has one bed.
#emily wilde’s encyclopaedia of faeries#wendell bambleby#bambleby x wilde#emily x wendell#heather fawcett#fanfic#aaron warner
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Pleasee...please history of sorrow please...ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉᵉ ᵖᵒᵒᵏⁱᵉ
POOKIE?! 😭
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Part 2 on the Connected story
Kat’s p.o.v
The more she began to panic the more unnerving thoughts filled up her mind, like how she had to hold all the air she could in her tiny lungs just so she would try and fail so miserably to swim after her parents, falling into the darkness of the water. She didn’t want to think these thoughts, she wanted to be back up above, with her new friends. And just before she can no longer hold her breath, darkness seeping around the edge of her vision, a bright flash of green light appears.
Wendell and Wild’s p.o.v
“Wild?” Wendell asked his brother, the irritated note evident in his voice. “Yes Wendell?” Wild hummed idly while looking at their blueprints for the park. “Why, in the ever loving Here, would we put a food stand right next to the bathrooms? It’s disgusting!” Wendell said while gesturing wildly to the blueprints. “Well in case they need to go right after, these chili dogs do pass by pretty quickly,” Wild replied with a grin. “No soul, living or dead, is gonna want to eat that food if it’s being cooked up right by where it comes out into. I mean, we don’t even know if they need to go after, so it’s pointless!” Wendell said matter of factly, taking the blueprints out of Wild’s hands, who responded with an angry “HEY!” Before jumping at Wild to get them back. This evolved into a small slap fight/ bickering contest until they each had a hold of the blueprint on opposite ends, pulling it in a fierce game of tug-of-war until there was a sickening riiiiiip and the blueprint was now torn in two pieces. “Oh now look what you’ve done! We’ll have to glue it back together again” Wendell accused while gesturing wildly to the split paper. “ME?” Wild gasped, “Oh no, you could’ve just let my idea be, but noooooo, you had to be Captain Buzzkill” “Oh I’ll show you Captain Buzzkill!” Wendell hissed while getting ready to lunge at Wild. That’s when the feeling hit. The deepest feeling of dread they had ever felt before. And it hit hard too, like a steeled boot to the stomach. They both paused with their hands going to their stomachs and chests where the feeling sat, it was heavy and cold, like they were being crushed by a large chunk of ice. They looked up at each other, confusion filling both of their faces. “Y-you felt that too?” Wendell asked his brother, nervousness pouring into his voice. “Yeah,” Wild mumbled back in complete shock. At first Wendell thought only he was the one with that feeling, as the only older brother for years on end one got familiar with feelings of when someone close, particularly a younger sibling, was in danger. But Wild was just fine as were his other siblings so then who could it have been,,, Wendell thought for a bit before the realization finally came, in the form of a vision. It appeared to both brothers, a vision of Kat floating in the air, her silhouette outlined, like all those years ago when they saw her for the very first time. “Wendell are you seeing this too? Wild had to check, because as far as he knew he hasn’t eaten any of the hair cream lately. “Yeah,,,I do,” Wendell mumbled back, trailing off. Something was off about this one, and both brothers noticed it. Her arms, instead of hanging at her side like a dolls, were positioned as if she were reaching for something. Her legs in a kicked out motion as if she were swimming,,,no,,,, DROWNING! Both brothers jumped at the realization of what was happening up above. Their panicked faces looking at each other. They couldn’t tell you how they knew or why it was happening, but their Hell Maiden was sending out an S.O.S signal, and they had to help her now! “Oh Satan, how do we get up there?” Wendell asked frantically, “we can’t gather the soul jockey’s or wake dad, that would take too long! Oh what do we do what do we do?!” Wendell mumbled while he began pacing in a circle. Wild wasn’t the best when it came to panicking situations, normally he would just cling to Wendell until the feeling of fear passed, but this time, he got an idea. “What if we summon ourselves,, through her mark?” he asked slowly. He knew it sounded ridiculous and that it most likely wouldn’t work but hey, a tries a try. “Summoning ourselves?! Wild tha- wait hang on can we even do that?” The older brother stopped mid sentence to ask, they’ve heard rumors of demons summoning themselves into the land of the living at will through the bond they had with their Hell Maiden, but were they able to be summoned by their Hell Maiden’s mark? It was definitely worth a try.
#Wendell and wild fanfic part 2#kat elliot#kat wendell and wild#wendell and wild spoilers#part 3 coming soon#I can’t help but put in the most amount of detail
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Wednesday: It takes a special kind of stupid to dedicate a theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide
A whole ass black kid: My DAD owns Pilgrim World!
Me, now knowing Burton wrote this: -stares in tired black alt girl-
#Real Life with Risa#mr Black People Don't Fit My Aesthetic put TWO black characters in this show and their both bitches#(and dark skinned and aggressive I'm noting that don't worry)#I was willing to wait and see if the siren girl would get like a rivals to friends thing#but then this happens and it's like MY GUY#YOU MADE THE BLACK FAMILY OWN THE PILGRIM PROPAGANDA AND MADE THE WHITE GIRL THE WOKE ONE#ABOUT MASS GENOCIDE IN AMERICA#SURE SIR#WHATEVER YOU SAY#I hope he's at least adopted#not that it makes it better for multiple reasons but at least then I could be like 'oh that's why you're like that'#this man ain't never beatin the racist allegations lmfao#also two months ago we got Wendell and Wild and now poor Wednesday Addams is being used as a mouthpiece for microaggressions#one step forward and all that#ANYWAY I'M TAGGING THIS AS BURTONS ADDAMS FANFIC FROM NOW ON#it's really not bad but it definitely feel like a canon Addams universe outside of aesthetic#*doesn't
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Attention W&W Fandom!
I give you all a gift in the form of a fanfic. As you may remember, I created an OC named Bernadette who ends up in a relationship with Wendell. This is their story, and I hope y'all enjoy. I'll try to update as soon as I can.
Also, proshippers, BACK AWAY FROM THIS STORY AND THE FANDOM! Y'all have been exiled, you nastys.
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So i’ve made my first fanfic on Ao3 that I wanted to make for awhile now, hoping you guys might like it. Currently, chapter 1 is available, I’ll make the rest of the chapters soon. You can send me some suggestions for some of my upcoming chapters, and/or maybe criticize my fanfic for having garbage writing.You can send if you want…
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Hello heathens, I wrote a fic to help keep the brainrot at bay. This is my first fic so please be kind. Be warned, this is not PG. it's probably M15 at least. Pretty much Bambleby has some fun with Emily while she writes notes. it occurs on the way back to London.
#emily wilde’s encyclopaedia of faeries#archive of our own#ao3 fanfic#fantasy books#wendell bambleby#emily wilde#fanfic#fae#heather fawcett
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Wanna read Wendell & Wild fanfics so bad where are they
#wendell & wild#wendell and wild#gonna be cringe and share my oc's for the movie soon and im living for it ngl#i love this movie so so much
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tag meme!
tag 9 people you want to get to know better. tagged by the magical @highkingpenny 💖
3 ships: Marqueliot, Queliot, Ed/Stede.
first ship ever: my first fandom was LotR back in the days of the movies coming out, this is when I was in middle school and the beginning of high school, and I've thought about it but I don't think I really shipped any of the characters, so I was gonna say Queliot was my first ship. but upon further reflection I was REALLY obsessed with this one rpf about the LotR actors and I don't remember who was shipped with who in it but my real answer is that whatever pairings were in that fic must have been my first ship.
last movie: Wendell & Wild! I don't watch a ton of movies so this has been and will be my answer for awhile lol. it was very good though and I really enjoyed looking up some youtube videos afterwards to see how they made the puppets.
last song: Show Yourself (from Frozen 2) I love this song so much it makes me cry and think about how much I love being gay 😅
currently reading:
fanfic: My Valiant Beloved by destielpasta (about halfway through, loving it so far, I'm so into the world building & this vision of a historical Fillory!!)
non-fanfic: Babel by RF Kuang (about halfway through, loving it so far, obsessed with the world building & the codependent friendships & the anti-colonialism)
currently watching: Ted Lasso, I'm very excited to start season 3 tomorrow night. my favorite characters are Keely, Rebecca, Coach Beard, and Dr. Fieldstone. or actually no forget all of them, it's Jamie because of that one time he called himself a sexy baby. I think about that at least three times a day.
currently consuming: I'm not eating anything right now but I'm consuming.... hm. the smell of the candle I'm burning? or..... idk, tumblr posts?
currently craving: emma said popcorn and now I'm craving popcorn too, it's the snack of all time.
absolutely no pressure but I'm tagging @buckthefutcher, @allegria23, @transformersweatpants, @awildwickedslip, @thelucindac, @bredalot, @lunaraindrop, @prettyboysdontlookatexplosions, and @spiders-hth-is-an-outlier if you wanna play!
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About Me (aka: JIG32 Intro)!
I’ve been wanting to add this to my pinned for a while, so here it is! It is broken up into 3 Sections for you all to get to know me better: General ( the basic info about me), Blog Stuff (what you will see on my blog, my f/o and s/i list), My Favorite Things (some of my favorite things: shows, movies, animals, etc!).
Feel free to ask me/speak to me about anything you read here! I may be slow answering asks/interacting, but I love interacting with my mutuals!
Please see below cut! Tw for moving gifs and trauma mention!
General
💜 27 year old female.
💜 Libra! B-day: October 4th.
💜 Christian.
💜 Demisexual.
💜 College Graduate! Associate’s in General Studies and Bachelor’s of Science in History.
💜 Educator of littles by day (kindergarten whooo), and fangirl of villains and other misunderstood characters by night / when I’ve got a break from work.
💜 I love to spend time with my loved ones, sing, listen to music, obsess over my favorite characters and media, write, decorate, spend time in nature, and organize items!
💜 Cat mom to 4 cats (one boy and 3 girls).
💜 Mommy to an angel baby, Alexandria Rinella Varmitech 👼
💜 I’ve gone through a lot of trauma and hardship in my life, but my faith, my loved ones, and my favorite characters and media have helped me through it all! So this blog is like a love letter to all of that!
Blog Stuff
💜 I’m a fanfic author and wishful artist (I’m not very skilled at either, but I try).
💜 Hugeeee Fan of Zach Varmitech, Arthur Fleck, any version of the Joker, Kevin Wendell Crumb, Loki, Oswald Cobblepot, Cedric the Sorcerer, The Grinch (2018 version my beloved), and Klarion the Witch Boy. My blog content is centered around these characters.
💜 Self shipper! You will see A LOT of self shipping stuff on this blog. My main romantic f/o is Zach Varmitech from Wild Kratts. My self insert is Violet Virginia Varmitech nèe Tyler! I’m iffy sharing Zach, but if you respect me, and Zach and Violet, (show us no hatred), I am fine sharing him!
💜My secondary romantic f/o is the Grinch from the 2018 Illumination Grinch movie. My self insert is Aurora Borealis Who! I am completely fine sharing Grinch!
💜 I selfship platonically with Gaston Gourmand from Wild Kratts, but he’s also a bit of a crush/potential romantic f/o. I ship Gourmand with Zach as well, so I consider Zach, Gourmand, and Violet to have something of a poly relationship. I am okay sharing Gourmand!
💜 Veneer from Trolls 3 is a platonic/familial f/o of mine. He’s like my supportive best friend and brother!
💜 I also selfship romantically with Arthur Fleck, Young Justice Joker, and Loki. My s/i for Arthur and YJ Joker is Clarissa Wane. I haven’t figured out a s/i for Loki yet, but I’m thinking she’ll be called Scarlett. These are more “former relationships” of mine, but I still love each of these characters dearly, and I’m completely fine sharing them!
💜 The specific content you will find on this blog will include: Zach Varmitech Gushing, Wild Kratts content, Ziolet (Zach and Violet) posts, fanfic and au posts, posts about any of my other favorite characters/media, quotes I relate to/ I am inspired by, funny memes, funny/cute animal/nature posts, and fall/holiday stuff (Halloween and Christmas countdowns, etc.).
💜 Ask box/requests are always open, see my pinned post for more info, but I may be slow responding to asks/requests!
These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things…
💜 Favorite shows: Wild Kratts, A Haunting, Green Acres, Gilligan’s Island, Sofia the First, Young Justice, Gotham, 90 Day Fiancé (and any/all spinoffs), The Waltons, Little House On The Prairie, Andi Mack.
💜 Favorite Movies: Signs, Split (2016), The Dark Knight, Joker (2019), The Conjuring, Sleepy Hollow, Hocus Pocus, Twitches, Corpse Bride, Horton Hears A Who!, The Grinch (2018), Elf, A Christmas Story, The Lorax, Rise of the Guardians, Titanic, The Great Gatsby (2013), Thor, The Avengers, Thor: The Dark World, Thor: Ragnarok.
💜 Favorite animals/insects: Cats are my favorite animals, and butterflies are my favorite insect. I also love all wild cats, foxes, raccoons, deer, turtles, moths, dragonflies, hummingbirds, and fish!
💜 Favorite season: Fall.
💜 Favorite holiday: Halloween, but I also love Thanksgiving and Christmas.
💜 Favorite Music Artists: Halsey, Melanie Martinez, Elton John, Big Time Rush, AURORA, Ellie Goulding, Oh Wonder, Conor Maynard, Taylor Swift, and Selena Gomez are among my favorites!
💜 Favorite colors: Royal blue, sky blue, violet, lilac, emerald green, blue violet, black, gray, silver.
💜 Favorite Places To Be: At the Outer Banks or in the Blue Ridge Mountains!
I will likely update this post in the future!
💜 - JIG32
#introductory post#introducing myself#blog info#self shipper#f/o list#s/i stuff#proshippers dni#love zach varmitech#my favorite things#blog stuff#my f/os#f/o stuff#romantic f/os#platonic f/o#gif#gif warning#flashing gif
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Part 3 and Final Part TW: mentions of a panic attack
Wendell and Wild’s p.o.v
“Ok ok, on the count of three, we close our eyes and imagine ourselves in the land of the living. Ok?” Wendell told Wild, holding him by the shoulders, who nodded and put on a focused face. “Think about summoning, summoning symbols, spells, marks, anything just think of being there and saving our Hell Mai- Kat. Got it?” Wild nodded. “Ok good, now on three. One. Two. Three!” There was a bright flash of green light, almost blinding, and then it got dark, dark and cold but the brothers hardly felt it. Demons don’t get cold, plus their minds were too focused on saving their best friend, who has shown them how fun the land is the living is over the past three months, shown them human culture and what it’s like, the one human who showed them that second chances are a thing and that anyone can be changed for the better. Their friend who they never knew they needed until they had her. But where were they? Did it work? Wendell felt his shoulders being shaken roughly and opened his eyes to see that they were under water, IT WAS WORKED! Wendell wanted to cheer, they actually did something that most only thought was a myth, but the cheer was cut short upon seeing Wild pointing to Kat, who was sinking just below the surface of the ice. Within an instant the two had their hands around her arms and were hauling her out of the water.
Kat’s p.o.v
Kat faintly felt her arms being grabbed by two sets of hands, both working to gently pull her out of the icy water, her lungs inhaling as much air as possible once her head emerged from it and breathing it out just as quickly, setting up a quick pace that was growing faster by the second due to an oncoming panic attack. She felt her body being moved, or rather “flown” to the bank of the pond where she was gently set down. She could hear the incredibly panicked voices of what seemed to be two people, but they were muffled and distant as id in another room. She couldn’t focus on them though even if she wanted to, all she think of were the sounds of her breaths and heartbeat, frantic in her chest along with the thoughts of drowning in ice cold water, it filling her lungs and freezing them up. Sinking into the void never to be seen again. These thoughts flared and consumed her mind until,,, until she felt two pairs of arms wrapped around her in a warm embrace despite just being in freezing water. As Kat slowly came to her senses she realized she was being hugged by none other than her two demons, and slowly her breathing went back to normal, her fear dropped down enough to where she could finally tell what was going on. Normally Kat disliked hugs, and physical contact all together, but this one was a hug of protection, one that said “we nearly lost you” a hug that Kat so desperately needed to feel after losing her parents for the second time. The three of them stayed like that for a small while, with Wendell and Wild hugging her between them and Kat holding on to their arms as she desperately tried to hold back the tears in her eyes that were threatening to spill over, out of everything she disliked, crying in front of others was the one she hated most. Thankfully she was saved from the breakdown by Raúl and the RBC girls rushing over to see if she was ok. “I’m fine guys, it was just a small dip in the water, I’m ok” that last part was directed more towards the demons brothers who let go and looked at her, again with worried expressions, making sure she was fully ok. “Hell Maiden! If we ever see you skating around thin ice again, we will go straight to Sister Helley and make her ground you so you have no other choice than to stay inside.” Wendell said in a mock threatening tone which was followed up by a “Yeah!” From Wild. Kat gave them a small scowl saying “yeah right,” but switched focus when she realized, “Wait, how did you guys know I was in danger?” “Oh, well you see, we got this gut feeling,,” Wild went on to explain how they were able to use the mark to see that she was in danger and therefore summon themselves to help her. While still unsure of how it all worked out, Kat had to admit to herself that this ability, was very,, cool? Yeah, she decided, it was cool as hell and she knew she’d be dead if it weren’t for the two demon brothers she had to save her.
That is until a few days later when Kat gets sick with the flu from that damned cold water! And she almost kinda wishes she were dead. Since Demons can’t catch human diseases like, well, humans can the demon brothers offer to help take care of her and she’s fine with it at first, until they become absolute helicopter brothers, showing up and adding another blanket to the already mountain high pile on her if she even so much as sneezes more than three times in a row. But to make up for all of the fussing they were able to get a book from sister Helley that might just explain more about the history of Hell Maiden’s and how they connect to their demons.
The end, sorry if this feels kinda rushed I was running out of writing juice lol. Thanks for all the likes so far, I’ll definitely be adding more head cannons and maybe smaller ficlets in the future :D
#Wendell and wild fanfic part 3#wendell & wild#kat elliot#kat wendell and wild#wendell and wild spoilers
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please tell me there’s crossover fanfic ft the owl house hexsquad and all the kids from wendell and wild
I JUST KNOW LUZ AND KAT WOULD GET ALONG
I wanna see these kids interact so badddd
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