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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year

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looking very closely at the website neighborhood and here's some little things i noticed (plus some overthinking & flower symbolism):

~ the only butterflies on the "map" are the ones outside of Frank's house, and the single one outside of Eddie's.

~~ i think the flowers outside of Eddie's are either hyacinths or lavender. given that the flowers are different colors, they're probably hyacinths. which is a Fascinating choice to me, because hyacinths can symbolize regret, devotion (especially beyond death), love, forgiveness, and jealousy - depending on the flower color. Eddie has light blue, dark blue, and purple. The butterfly is landing on the purple one (sorrow, mourning, forgiveness, regret, devoted love).

~~ its also Fascinating because the myth behinds hyacinths is about the greek god Apollo and his (male) human lover, Hyacinthus. they were playing discus (metal frisbee). Apollo threw the discus too hard, and it bounced back and hit Hyacinthus, killing him. devastated, Apollo grew the hyacinth flower from Hyacinthus' spilled blood. SO THE FACT THAT EDDIE, GAY PUPPET EDDIE, HAS HYACINTH FLOWERS OUTSIDE THE POST OFFICE IS UM. INCH RESTING!

~~ (also also in the myth, Apollo wanted to rescind his immortality to join Hyacinthus in his death. and in an alternate version of the myth, Hyacinthus was technically murdered, because Zephyrus was jealous that Apollo preferred a mortal over him & purposefully blew the discus off course to strike Hyacinthus. things to think about. yes, in this whole myth metaphor im viewing Eddie as Hyacinthus and Frank as Apollo. do with this what you will)

~ All of the trees in the neighborhood are in the same general style, except for the tree outside of Sally's home, which is a pine tree. i wonder why!

~ the only buildings with second floors are Barnaby's, Frank's, Sally's, and Poppy's homes. rip the "wally falls down the stairs" memes

~ there's a teeny tiny Home in the post office display window

~ Julie's house has quite a lot of heart symbolism. like, a weird amount. an amount to the point where i now have an entire theory around what her role and arc might be. i Will talk about it with minimal prompting.

~ one of the swingset balloons has a happy face balloon with its eyes closed, which stands out to me (and fuels my julie theory)

~ the only neighbors who don't have flowers outside of their buildings are Sally, Julie (disregarding decoration), and Howdy.

~ Poppy has daffodils, which symbolize rebirth, new beginnings, resilience, and hope. however, they have a negative side of selfishness.

~ Barnaby has red, yellow, and blue tulips. red means undying love, admiration, and truth. yellow means "there's sunshine in your smile", joy, happiness, friendship - But it can also mean unrequited love or jealousy. Blue means individuality, trust, and good luck

~~ note that there's a dead/trampled white tulip. white tulips symbolize sorrow, "my condolences", apology, honor, purity, faith.

~ Frank has sunflowers, daisies, and some others, but those i think are more generic, unspecific flowers for added decoration. i couldn't find a "red flower on vine" that fits the general look of the ones on his house. now, sunflowers symbolize adoration, loyalty, longevity, happiness (also, might i add that these flowers are from another greek myth about apollo, this one where Apollo turns a jealous nymph into a sunflower for snitching on his mortal lover, which got her (the lover) killed. inch resting indeed.)

~~ also blue daisies, which i am assuming are the blue flowers outside his house, symbolize freedom, trust, loyalty, confidence, and honesty. lots of positivity surrounding Frank's house!

~ Wally has daisies. these symbolize innocence, purity, new beginnings, hope, and affection. it can also symbolize the ability to keep a secret. a fun fact i found interesting is the word daisy comes from an old english word meaning "day's eye."

~~ do i believe these flower choices were purposeful? maybe. probably. it does seem strange that there are specific, distinct flowers drawn in equally specific parts of the "map", while a couple of generic "cartoon" style flowers are sprinkled throughout

~ three green apples are growing on the tree next to Howdy's Place

~ it stands out to me that the bodega window above the fruit stands is completely blacked out. no window shine or nothing

~ Sally's "yard" is weirdly barren. everyone else's buildings (excluding Home) has several things decorating the surrounding area. all she has is a spotlight and a tree.

~ Barnaby's house having paint all over it (and a paintbrush & can next to it) is just cute to me. it makes me think that he wanted to paint like his lil' buddy Wally and just went ham with it. or it was a team effort between them<3

~ it took me a while to notice the tiny "Eddie's" painted above Post Office. it gives the vibe (to me) of him tacking on the "Eddie's" to make the office feel more like his. maybe he saw the sign "Howdy's Place" and decided to paint his name on his building to make himself feel more established and at home

~ there's something on / part of Frank's roof. i don't know what it is. if anyone has an idea please tell me its driving me insane. at first i thought it was a chimney but theres two? making an additional symmetrical structure? idk!!

~ there are only three buildings with straight up rainbows. Eddie's post office (hanging from the roof and in the window), Sally's house (the entire front), and Frank's house (butterfly on the door wreath. i almost didn't catch it, it's a sneaky one!)

#conclusion: i am definitely overthinking but being proven wrong through discovery is half of the fun #(and turning out to be either right on the money or even partially-right is the other half of the fun)#its just!!! its really strange how fitting some of the flower choices are!!#eddie has flowers that are 'from' a greek myth about tragic gay love.#barnaby has a trampled tulip that is often used as a sympathy funeral flower. along with all of his other character references to death #frank has one of the few flowers other than hyacinths that directly links to a greek myth where apollo's mortal lover dies tragically #(which is just a weird coincidence if you ask me. the canon lovers both having greek myth apollo based tragic love flowers)#wally has flowers that symbolize keeping secrets and whos etymology is literally 'days eye'. him. the eye contact connoisseur #who's from something that puts emphasis on daytime while spurning night as something forbidden #ITS JUST!!!! WHY DOES IT FIT SO WELL!!!!#either these are some craaaaazy coinkydinks or this was Purposeful.#my flower-symbolism loving ass is chewing on this like a rabid dog #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home speculation

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2-b-flower · 10 months

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some au list tag thing

mostly cuz search sucks

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coffeelovernancy · 4 months

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king--of--ducks · 3 months

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I am Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell, sin of Pride!

🍎I am Lucifer Morningstar, but you can call me Luci’ or even Apple Daddy if you wish~🍎

🍎I have a daughter named Charlotte, but everyone calls her Charlie. And if anyone hurts her, well, I’ll fucking wipe them out. This is my game, I’m the ref!🍎

🍎Charlie has informed me that I, apparently, have fans on the internet? And I figured if there are people who love me out there, might as well talk to them! Take that depression!🍎

🍎No spamming walls of text/emojis in my ask!🍎

OOC:I have no association with Vivziepop or her characters, this is just an obsessed fan being bored and goofing off. Things will most likely be out of character at times, I’m just kinda having fun with this.

I also decided to edit my pinned post to add this bit. This blog has been covering sensitive topics lately such as sh, ed, sui, and more. If you are not comfortable with this, I try to tag the posts to the best of my feeble minded capabilities, but that is content you can find here, so be warned.

I have a Discord server

Oh wow, it’s lore!

The Morning(star)

The Scars of an Angel

A Brush with Death

The Blue-Gem series

The Blue-Gem series(2)

The Blue-Gem series(3)

The Blue-Gem series(4)

The Blue-Gem series(5)

Mod—

@sockmanduckman

Circle of role players—

Same mod—

@moxxies-wife—Blitzø’s employee #1

@mammon-money-maker—Nuisance

@wally-wackfords-wacky-blog—Blitzø’s old chum

@ace-loves-josh

Family—

@charlie-morningstar666–My beautiful little girl!

@the-moth-ex-angel—Soon to be daughter in law!

@alyxdefoisnthere—Bad sleep schedule daughter.

@damian-morningstar—Son

@headlessdeaddancer—My (step-)son!

@mcalastor—fiancé Freaky ass bitch.

@god-the-lord—My father has Tumblr?!?!

@bigdoginthesky—Another dad

@theholymessenger—Gabriel

@theholyhealer—Raphael

@michael-the-morningstar—Michael

@heavenly--knight—Another Michael?!?!

@ask-the-archs—2 for 1

@featheryhoe—King of Lust

Other—

@blitztheoissilent—Blitzø (formerly @blitz-horsie-enthusiast and @blitz-the-o-is-silent)

@logical-imp—Blitzø’s employee #2

@ducky-loyal-servant-of-lucifer—Cure for depression

@xxsmilingdeerxx—Freak

@radio-demon-on-the-air—Freak *2

@fizzythefrog—Blitzø’s bestie

@blue-gem-overlord—Ripoff Lapis

@heavens-gatekeeper—Petah!!!!

@king-mammon—Another Mammon

@sad-bird-stolas—My bestie

@the-original-dickmaster—My best friend

@the-exterminator—Adam’s petty ex

@lute-head-exterminator—Adam’s petty ex*2

@bad-boy-lover—Niffty

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painterza · 9 months

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I made a animation!!!

Just some Wally AUs doodles…❤️✨

These AUs from… (TikTok)

Opposite @/henneysilly

Red @/licoricecookie1

Royalty @/neonross_

Rainbow Factory @/dodozoi17

Evil @/krunnnnnch

Vaquero @/charlotterose853

Reboot @/bloodred_iscream

Jazzercise @/itskorrychang

Sightless @/luvmarsii

Mafia @/brightkillerx3_prztx

Money Lover @/unknown_person_xx12345

(thanks to them for creating these wonderful AUs!!!)

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solar-wing · 9 months

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⚣ The Bet: M'Gann's Romantic Evening 🌹

⚣🌹 A/N → I didn't include the prompts here since this will be a series, but they'll be included. Personally, I love a good enemies-to-lovers trope, but as I said, I love an oblivious reader. I also get very frustrated with them but it balances out. This will be a series with different parts describing everyone's scenario! I'll put up a vote of who you want to see next, and if you think the adults should get in on it! WARNINGS: Fluff&Comfort. Very Mild Angst&Emotions. Minor Manipulation and scheming.

⚣🌹 Summary → Alright, it was official. Your friends were getting sick and tired of waiting for you and Conner to confess your obvious feelings for each other. When discussing when they figured you both would fess up, Wally got the genius idea to make a bet on when and how everyone figured it would happen. M'Gann lost on the time-frame part, but the dance wasn't over yet.

⚣🌹 Words → 2.5k

REBLOGS and replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🌹

“I give it a week.”

“Nah, I’d say more like a month.”

“Have you seen those two? I’m betting Wednesday LATEST!”

The Team, minus you and Conner, were sitting in the lounge room discussing a very interesting topic; you and Conner.

“Okay, but we all know how stubborn Conner is. He will legitimately refuse to make the first move until the very last second. And, no offense to Y/N, but the dude has fallen for the ‘something on your shirt’ gag one too many times to be able to pick up on the obvious feelings from the one person who hides his emotions through grunting, shouting, and ripping off his shirt.” Wally replied, munching on his pretzel sticks.

“True, but Conner has gotten really better with properly expressing feelings.” M’Gann pointed out, placing the cookie dough, she finished mixing onto the baking sheets.

“Okay, just because you go to five therapy sessions with Canary does not suddenly make you emotionally secure,” Wally countered.

“True, but again, have we all seen those two?! I swear it’s like watching a Christmas rom-com in live action.” Artemis said.

Everyone nodded their head in agreement before Dick eventually spoke up.

“So, what do we do? Sit and watch this movie play out, or be those characters who butt in and inadvertently mess everything up but help to bring them together?”

“Are we sure getting involved is the right thing to do, though? If this is between Conner and Y/N, shouldn’t we just, in a sense, ‘mind our business?’” Kal brought up.

“I mean, yes, in a sense, that would be the right thing to do. But, isn’t it like our job to get involved in stuff that’s none of our business?” Zatanna responded.

Everyone agreed with each other while Kal just sighed, “I have a strong feeling this is going to end in disaster.”

Artemis leaned over, patting him on his knee, “Oh buddy, when has it not ever ended in disaster.”

She had a point.

“I say we make a bet!” Wally suggested. Eyebrows raised, and interest peaked as everyone leaned in to hear the speedster’s idea.

Yeah, this was definitely going to end in disaster.

So, the bet was each person would give a time-frame of how long it would take for you and Conner to confess to each other. Everyone had to put in $25 to get in on the bet. There were two ways to win the earnings, which could end with one winning half the money or all of it.

Whoever's time prediction ended up being the right one got half the winnings, while everyone else whose predictions were wrong had to put in another $25 making their total bet $50 from each loser. The other way to win was if you predicted how the two would get together. No money was put in on that since those could be very specific scenarios.

Some paired into teams, so they had a better chance of winning both the earnings.

Artemis and M’Gann bet two weeks to a month tops before you and Conner ended up together.

Dick and Zatanna predicted at least a month, a maximum of three.

Kal and Wally were solo on this one. The Atlantean claimed five to six months, while Wally said a year.

It was December, meaning Wally was proclaiming you and Conner wouldn’t confess or realize your feelings for each other until the next holiday season.

“Wally, don’t you think that’s a little excessive?” Zatanna asked.

“Not at all. Like I said, Conner’s stubborn, and Y/N couldn’t be more oblivious if he wanted to be. This is going to take some time.” The speedster explained.

“I’m so gonna enjoy your $50 bucks,” Artemis smirked.

To be honest, it was no surprise to anyone other than Artemis and M’Gann when they ended up paying their extra $25 when the middle of January passed. Though M’Gann was still hopeful she’d win half when almost into February, her predicted scenario almost played out.

Your school’s winter formal was coming up, and you couldn’t be more excited because you’d finally had a date that year! It’d be your first school dance where you wouldn’t be flying solo or going in a group.

When you told Conner the news, you’d been more than surprised by his reaction.

“I don’t get why you're so excited about some stupid dance.” He said with his usual deadpan face, though you missed the sour expression that appeared when he turned away from you.

“It’s not just a dance!” You angrily retorted.

“Isn’t the whole point of the event to dance?”

“No! Well, yes- I mean, that’s a significant part of it, but it’s not the whole thing! It’s about making memories and sharing those special moments with some of your closest friends.”

“Well, that sounds stupid,” He muttered standing back on his legs after finishing the adjustments he was making to his bike.

“It is not stupid,” You gritted through your teeth, “How would you feel if I said fixing your bike was stupid, or having heat vision is stupid, or better yet, you were stupid!”

Now, you managed to hit the Kryptonian’s nerves more than you already did before. He didn’t do well with hostile tones.

“What’s your problem?! All I said was I didn’t see why you were so excited about some stupid dance!”

“There you go again with that stupid word. But, hey, I shouldn’t expect more from someone with the emotional intelligence of a 4-year-old who only knows how to throw tantrums when something upsets them!” You yelled back at him.

This wasn’t going well for M’Gann’s plan, who sat and watched from around the corner as you and the half-Kryptonian continued your screaming match with each other. She predicted Conner would be the first to confess and he would do so by taking you out for a special evening, and so far, it wasn’t looking good. But, there was still hope, because what more special of an evening could there be than your school’s winter formal?!

“I can think of one,” Wally said.

“I can think of several,” Dick added.

“I have a list of them, actually,” Zatanna remarked.

“A dinner date at McDonald’s could be more special,” Artemis laughed.

Okay, so they weren’t going to be any help.

M’Gann hadn’t given up, though. The night before your dance, she‘d convinced Kal to find and give her the address of the boy who asked you and ended up making a special trip to your city.

The next day, out of the blue, you received a text from him calling off your date. Your dads tried to console you, but nothing worked. You spent the day on your living room couch, not even wanting to go to school.

Your friends had texted you all day to see where you were, but you turned your phone off, not wanting to be bothered by anyone.

When it came time for you to get ready, instead, you were on the couch, watching another episode of whatever random cartoon you picked off the streaming service. Your dads once again tried to cheer you up and convince you to still go to the dance (especially since they had paid for the suit already), but when you stretched your arm all the way from the couch to the kitchen to grab another can of soda from the fridge, they’d given up.

Hopefully, they could get their deposit back.

Just then, your doorbell rang. Your dads went to answer it while you hit ‘Next Episode’ on the TV screen. The stupid timer was just wasting precious seconds that could’ve been used to already get you through the first part of the theme song.

“Hello, sirs, is Y/N home?” A familiar voice spoke from the other side of the door.

Before your parents could even call your name, you were off the couch and already at the door causing them both to smirk seeing as how that was the fastest you got up all day.

You found Conner standing on the other side of your front door dressed up in a tux that was the perfect matching accent color to your own, holding a box that contained a boutonniere with his hair looking neater than his usual style. Now, you could see what Artemis was talking about when she complimented him on that one mission when you and the Team were protecting that scientist.

‘Mmm, that boy.’

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt your papa nudging you.

Why your parents were both holding cheeky smiles, you’d find out later. You shooed them away before stepping outside and closing the door, pretending to not see them watching you from behind the living room curtains.

“Conner, what are you doing here?” You asked.

“Um, well- I-um, I heard your date bailed on you, and I know this stupid dance was important to you. So, I figured maybe, if it was cool with you, that- um … Well, I could take you?” He stuttered, his fingers twitching and his shoulders tensing. Something you knew he only did when he was either very uncomfortable or highly nervous.

You stood there for a minute, wondering if you were being punked for some reason. Because while this was sweet and all, how did he even know your date canceled on you? Even though you wanted to text him the moment it happened since you always went to him when something upset you, but you guys were fighting this time so you chose not to.

Ah, it didn’t matter. Those were all things that could wait till tomorrow!

You told him to wait in the living room with your parents while you ran upstairs to get dressed. While you were gone, your pops gave Conner the ‘protective dad’ talk while your papa just watched with amusement. In no more than twenty minutes, you managed to shower, fix your hair, and get your suit on without tripping and falling once over an arm or leg.

People would be surprised at how clumsier a person can be when their limbs can stretch long enough to pat a giraffe on the head from the ground.

When you got back downstairs, you figured the look on Conner’s face Conner was from how fast you’d gotten dressed. In your hands, you held your own boutonniere that was meant for your ex-date but was now going on your current one, holding back a laugh when the Kryptonian admitted he didn’t know what in the world they were for or how to put them on.

Your papa huddled you together for pictures, taking as many as he could to where your pops had to drag him away so you both could leave. When you got outside, you looked around expecting to see Sphere or his motorcycle around somewhere. You were pleasantly surprised to find a limo sitting at the end of your driveway.

“Yeah, I had to ask Dick for a favor. M’Gann wouldn’t let me bring my bike.”

That caught your attention.

“Wait, M’Gann set this up?” You asked while Conner opened the door for you, letting you get in first.

“Sort of. She was the one who told me your date had bailed on you. Which, by the way, do him a favor and don’t point him out to me tonight,” Conner said with a slightly irate look, “Luckily though, she had a suit and showed me how to prepare and get ready.”

Noted.

When you arrived at the dance, your friends were surprised to see you, some slightly mad that you didn’t show up to school that day and ignored them. It was all quickly forgotten about though when they saw who you walked in with. Everybody at your school and their dates were more than surprised to see who you had on your arm. Some made flirtatious looks while their dates were standing right there, and some looked at you in complete envy and jealousy. You secretly enjoyed the attention but no one had to know about that.

On more than one occasion, guys and girls who never gave you the time of day in school tried to come and talk to you, well, more so your date, but they acknowledged you. If you took personal joy in how Conner brushed them off with little to no care, you had no shame in showing it.

The Kryptonian made the night all the more special for you in ways you couldn’t even imagine. Introducing him to your friends and all the new inside jokes you would have with each other, laying your head on his shoulder while slow-dancing together, and seeing the jealous look on your ex-date’s face the entire night. But most of all, it was great for you to see Conner genuinely having fun.

It wasn’t any secret that the reality of him being a genetic clone and not a naturally-born human weighed on him a few times. Never mind that half of his DNA was from someone who didn’t want anything to do with him, and the other half was from an egotistical billionaire who tried to use him as a weapon and replacement for the first one.

You knew things were hard on him, and you tried to be there for him as much as possible, and you could see him doing the same for you with the way he showed up for you tonight.

He did ask you why this dance was so important at some point and you admitted it wasn’t really the dance that had you excited, but instead, the fact you had a date for the first time. Since coming out, you were used to getting overlooked and ignored by your different crushes for a cheerleader or one of your female friends.

So, when you ended up getting asked out, you couldn’t help the joy that you could finally partake in all the cutesy stuff you got to see your friends do with their dates at other dances, feeling like you finally had someone for yourself.

Conner’s hands tighten a little around your waist at your admittance, and though you didn’t think anything of it, you couldn’t help the fluttering feeling in your chest when the Kryptonian said you’d always have him.

It was a great night.

After that, other kids at your school would try to hang with you, inviting you out to parties and events and mentioning how you should bring your boyfriend along.

Boyfriend?

These people must be mistaken. Conner wasn’t your boyfriend. He was one of your closest friends since you’d joined the Team around the same time Artemis did. But you guys weren’t dating. You just had a special bond and always looked out for each other.

He was your best friend and nothing more.

At least, you thought.

Obviously, this created much disappointment with M’Gann, who eagerly awaited to hear how it went. The pictures were adorable, though, but now, she had to deal with an angry boy who she’d promised that you wouldn't show up to the dance with another date.

You hadn’t forgotten your suspicions though with how Conner suddenly showed up at your door. Choosing to ignore it for now, you’d be keeping a closer eye on Miss Martian, not even realizing your other friends were cooking up similar plans themselves.

Oh boy…

☀️ | Conner Kent/Superboy | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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chez-cinnamon · 11 months

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Time is meaningless, so just Good. How are you.

I know all the puppets' personalities are essentially the same, but they clearly don't act like children's characters anymore (like wallys fuck you to fionn in that one ask;I know it was a joke but still)

When wally watches old wh reruns, or when any of the others see any, I feel like they'd get reeeallly embarrassed. And like, identity-crisissy seeing how they were before they gained sentience

Sally (on tv): I just LOVE watching MOVIES with my FRIENDS!!! What's YOUR favorite movie???

(awkwardly long pause)

That's MY favorite, too!!!!

Regular Sally: 😐😑 what the fuck

Just some thoughts to rotate in your brain. Have a Day

Abgbgfnghf I mean you're not wrong - they keep their original personalities but as the days go on they realise they've actually changed a lot from who they were before they gained sentience...

Wally, still the friendliest neighbour you could meet and still a lover of the arts, but everything he went through changed him from a once calm and silly puppet to a tired, traumatised puppet who feels responsible for their predicament, and suffers from the betrayal of his own Home.

Barnaby still loves to tell jokes and act the sly, silly scallywag he is, but inside is an unshakeable paranoia, that he might lose his neighbours and best friend for real this time, and he doesn't want that to happen. He's already lost his mama technically, and that's bad enough!

Still joyful and playful, Julie feels skittish and restricted however, in a world that sees adults as those who have to be serious, hard money making machines, where fun is looked down upon. On top of that she has technically lost her siblings.

Frank remains knowledgable and stoic, his love for butterflies never dying, but inside he hates the sudden change. He didn't want to leave Home, he didn't want it to go; thus he is prone to meltdowns every now and then.

Eddie's heart is still of gold, still clumsy as can be yet forever well meaning, but after seeing Home's carnage, he feels kind of lost. His dear post office was ripped away from him, and his dearest Frank was nearly taken too, so he will never let Frank out of his sight, no matter how overbearing he seems.

Friendly clerk Howdy remains the fast talking, smiley caterpillar he always was, and even gets a chance to let loose in the human world, but like Eddie, he so dearly misses his little bodega, even if it nearly hurt him. He now feels responsible for Frank and Eddie's behaviour, trying to keep them in check, and oh how can dealing with Fionn grind his sanity.

Once a performer, always a performer: Sally always likes to make little plays to keep everyone happy, and will make all the foolproof plans in the world to keep them safe from any dangerous humans. However even the most skilled actress can tucker herself out with people pleasing through acting, and like Howdy, arguing with Fionn puts a toll on you.

Poppy is definitely the most careful neighbour, always looking out for her friends and being there for them always. But after travelling to a whole new world, wouldn't your nerves and worries increase tenfold? Hers certainly did, bumbling and whimpering at anything bad that might happen, feeling like a burden due to her cautious nature.

Watching their old shows brings back a sad mix of hopelessness, longing and nostalgia - they may not be able to go back, it seems, but at least they can still experience their old lives one way or another, even with the occasional embarrassment at their quirks in episodes!

#real world au #*pats each of them* these puppets can fit a whole lot of trauma in them

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swoonbots · 1 year

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Hello! I love what you write and I wanted to know if you could make any of my suggestions…

A reaction where Wally Darling finds out that her S / O has brothers who want to visit her and that during that visit they meet him. A scenario where Wally befriends/couples with the human reader and the reader reveals to him that he is a former member of The Muppets and that his show consisted of singing and dancing and magic tricks, in which he was amazing . If you read this, I want you to know that I admire your writing skills <3<3<3 English is not my predominant language, sorry if you didn't understand.

Wally: Family Reunion

CW: N/A

A/N: I understood perfectly! Your english is stellar, friend. ^^ I chose the family route as I don't know a lot about muppets

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Today, Julie and Sally threw a surprise party. Or, well, it wasn't exactly a surprise. You all knew about it, but they insisted on a surprise being there!

That surprise was your elder brothers, seeing you for the first time in years. You nearly choked on your drink.

They.. were not very happy with the fact that you had gotten a new little boyfriend without telling. ("What's the point in telling?" You wondered to yourself, "They would've tried to scare him off anyways.")

It comes from a place of love and worry, they've had bad lovers in the past so they find themselves heavily judging your lovers so you don't feel what they felt.

Wally is, unsurprisingly, chill with it. Even when your siblings insult him for his small, weak stature, he keeps a smile on his face. (You wonder if he even caught onto the fact he was being insulted.)

"An artist? Who draws like that at his age? Does he even make any money off it?"

You rolled your eyes, "Not everything has to be profitable. Are people not allowed to have hobbies anymore?"

Your other brother grabs and squishes Wally's arm, "Look how squishy his arm is! He obviously doesn't work out!"

"??? he's a puppet???"

The list goes on and you're starting to get mad. Your face turns red and you're ready to yell when soft Plush hands wrap around your arm, and you turn to face your lover.

Staring into those black pools he calls his eyes, you feel yourself lulled into a sense of serenity. It's okay, he reminds you, nothing they can say will tear you apart.

He's not upset. (He's never upset, really. You can't recall a time where he was angry.)

You rest your head on top of his. The gentle affection surprises your brothers. When had they ever seen you like this?

Never. No one's ever been able to bring out this side of you.

Begrudgingly, they'll accept him. For now, at least. But they'll keep an eye on him. A very close eye on him.

Something about that puppet, just doesn't seem right, afterall.

#welcome home #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader

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pekejscatbed · 1 month

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Alfred doesn’t like speedsters in the manor.

Yes, Barry and Wally and Bart are lovely people, and they enjoy Alfred’s food more than anyone, but they’re Too Fast, and sometimes they forget not to use their speed in the manor and the wind they create knocks over priceless art or artifacts, or sometimes they’re just plain clumsy (a common trait, Alfred has noticed).

Sure, Bruce has the money to replace anything they might break, but some of those things were gifts given by Thomas and Martha to one another on anniversaries or holidays or Just Because; some of those things were gifts given by Thomas and Martha to Alfred.

Those presents are some of the only things Alfred has left from not just his employers- but his friends, his family, his lovers.

And speeders, as friendly as they are, are just as clumsy.

And although Alfred doesn’t want to lose any gifts from Thomas and Martha, he knows their greatest gift of all is Bruce, is the family Bruce has created not just for himself, but for Alfred as well.

So, Alfred will bite his tongue and let their speedster friends into the manor, will keep quiet when they accidentally break priceless artifacts, because as happy as those memories make him, the objects themselves are only material.

Bruce is not.

batman masterlist.

#alfred pennyworth #thomas wayne #martha wayne #Bruce Wayne #batman #batman headcanon #kenny writes shit

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whltlock · 2 years

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neverletyougo (iii)

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five

Summary: He keeps your hand on his cheek, and you glance at the small, sentimental gesture. It ignites something in you, something you can’t quite name yet, but you think it might’ve been there a while.

Info: jason todd/reader, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, mutual pining, minor zatanna/reader. mild (clothed) sexual content in this chapter.

It’s only us, hope you know you hold me up

It’s movie night with the Wayne and Wayne-adjacent kids. There’s one slouched on every piece of furniture, and then some more on the floor. Even with their oodles of money, none of them have an apartment big enough for a crowd like this. But it hasn’t stopped you from shacking up at Dick’s for the night.

A cheesy horror flick flits across the screen, and every jumpscare makes half the room lift into the air, and the other half roar with laughter. Popcorn’s been thrown everywhere. It’s a delightful night.

Well, it is, if you don’t count Jason’s wary side-glances. Every so often, once the laughter subsides, he looks at you. The first few times you’d smiled, poked him, made a joke, but now it unnerves you. It’s bringing you back to the same state you barely avoided the other day, where you’re floundering to understand the feelings he’s stirred within you.

The next time he looks, you leave the room with the excuse of wanting something else to drink.

Except you stay in the kitchen for a long time, stewing. Thinking and thinking, though none of it’s useful. Just an endless, flat circle; a loop of nonsensical thoughts. By now, your nervousness has turned into panicky worry.

You’re worrying about Jason, so maybe it’s a good thing that he eventually follows you. He walks into the room, too careful about where he’s stepping.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey.”

He nears you and fixes himself a fresh glass of water. It’s quiet as he does so, aside from the rhythmic glug-glug of the tap.

After a few sips, he bumps into you with his shoulder. He eyes you, gaze meticulous, though you think he thinks he’s being subtle. “You okay?”

You nod. One corner of his mouth pulls down.

“Why’re you hanging out in here, then?” he asks.

“Just thinking,” is your response. Just overthinking to extraordinary, olympic-worthy magnitudes.

“About?”

It brings forth a teasing smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Jason doesn’t react similarly. Instead, he shifts weight from one foot to the other and plainly says, “Yeah.”

Your expression falters. “Nothing important. Let’s go back.”

However, he stops you before you can move away. “Wait,” he says. “I want to ask you something.”

Your mouth goes dry. You croak, “Okay.”

“Are we…” He clears his throat. “Are we alright?”

At once, your heart crashes from heaviness. “Jason,” you say fretfully, “have I made you feel like we’re not?”

“Just—we haven’t really spoken since I slept over. Did I—” He wants to say ‘read things wrong,’ but he instead says, “Overstep?”

You shake your head, overwhelmed with sadness. “No, Jason, of course not. I’m sorry. I thought I might have.”

Finally, something other than fear slips through the cracks. His limbs loosen and he stops toeing the floor. “You didn’t.”

“Okay,” you say, mustering a smile. “Then we’re okay.”

Jason nods, then he tips the rest of his glass into the sink. He offers his hand. “C’mon, let’s finish this marathon.”

One by one, the group drops like flies wherever they’re sprawled, and the movie becomes more snores than diegetic sounds.

You glance at the other end of the couch where Wally’s just dunked into sleep, and then you look the other way at Jason. His lids flutter tiredly as he slouches into you.

“I’m the lone survivor,” you sigh glibly.

At that, he scoffs. “You wish,” he mutters as his head tilts up. But, because you turn too, your noses brush.

Jason pauses. You swallow. Your eyes trawl his face.

“You’re cute when you’re all grumpy and sleepy,” you murmur, your mouth carrying the faintest hint of a smile.

“M’not sleepy,” he lies, shifting so he’s even closer. “And you’re cute all the damn time,” he says like he’s cross about it. You can’t hide your smile now, so he adds, “Hate it. Especially when you do that.”

You grin, endeared. He has a certain way of saying things, of dancing around them carefully, but his tongue’s looser when he’s tired. The scale tips towards fluttery feelings instead of confusing ones.

“Stop it,” he grumbles, nosing into your neck.

“If it’s all the time, then I can’t,” you say smartly.

He makes an unimpressed noise. “God, don’t I know it.”

Your heart skips a few beats. He must hear it, because he finally smiles. His head lifts into view. His eyes survey the room before returning to you, and then his hand hooks around your neck and your lips are crashing together.

Jason pulls you away from Wally and into him. It’s a surprise how quickly the kiss deepens, considering he was falling asleep minutes ago. But his lips are warm and insistent and inviting, and you no longer even notice the snores. It’s just Jason: heated skin, thick arms, the scratch of stubble.

You break off to breathe and to wrench him from the couch. He follows without a word. You duck into the nearest bedroom.

As soon as the door closes, Jason’s on you again, arms wrapping around your waist, hands smoothing over your sides. When his tongue slips into your mouth, you let out a euphoric sound that he promptly swallows. Together, you walk backwards to the bed, then tumble onto it.

Jason helps you to the pillows, though you’re desperate to have his weight on top of you and grab his hips. There’s something comforting about lying beneath him that you desperately need right now.

He kisses your throat, searching for a sensitive spot to suckle on. “Just as pretty like this,” he breathes, and it makes you shiver. Lost in a trance, your fingers slide beneath his shirt, and then you’re bringing it over his head.

You’re too caught up to even focus on the fact that this is really happening. Instead, you say, “You’re prettier, Jay.”

Jason places one of your legs around his hips, then sinks closer, and you gasp softly as he grinds into you. Since you’re wearing pyjamas, there’s not many layers between you. It feels heavenly. And hungrily, Jason’s lips find yours, eager to steal more sounds from you. Your hands grapple with his waist, your desire growing for him with every passing moment.

But then there’s footsteps outside the bedroom and the door opens soon after, and Jason rolls off you. He turns away, tugging the duvet over his hips even though it’s dark. It feels like you’ve stopped breathing.

You hear Dick’s groan before he speaks. “You guys couldn’t have crashed in Wally’s room?”

You shrug, attempting to keep your tone light. “Finders keepers, Dickie. You know that.”

He makes an exasperated noise but climbs into the bed nevertheless. “Fine,” he says, “but no funny business.”

Jason snorts at the same time you do. If only he knew what he’d interrupted.

You settle beneath the covers, as does Jason. You’re sure he’s glad to have you as a buffer. His hand grazes yours beneath the pillowy quilt. The three of you lay there silently.

It doesn’t take long for Dick to go back to sleep. Once he does, you roll towards Jason. You’re afraid he’s fallen asleep like his brother until he cups your cheeks and his mouth meets yours. There’s something downright wicked about continuing with Dick beside you.

It spurs you to feel his chest, adoring all his hard work. His mass is delicious and only lures you in further. His shoulder hangs over yours, and his hand moves down your backside. He massages your ass, breathing heavier against you.

Suddenly careless, your hand slides low, wandering all the way to his crotch. You palm him, mouth watering as he responds eagerly to your touch. Jesus, the way he’ll fuck you into the mattress—

But Jason laughs, soft and incredulous as he grabs your wrist. His forehead touches yours. “Not here,” he says regretfully. When you let out a low whine, his lips press to yours gently. “I know,” he murmurs.

“Sorry,” you say, your senses slowly coming back to you. You glance at Dick’s sleeping form. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you repeat in a whisper.

His answer comes in the form of him turning your chin back and planting another kiss on you.

After a moment, he rests beside you, cosying into the crook of your shoulder. Jason lays an arm across your naked stomach, fingers tracing invisible constellations.

Feeling less guilty, you angle your leg between his. He hums into your skin.

In the safety of the quiet, he wants to spill his secrets. But he doesn’t.

You drift off once the adrenaline wears itself out.

You wake on your side with wide eyes peering into yours. It makes you jerk back from fright. “Jesus, Dick!” you hiss.

His mouth expands into a big smile. He looks like a fluffy golden retriever in the dappled light. “What?” he replies innocently. It makes you want to smother him with a pillow

“Why’re you staring at me, you nutcase?” Your mind fills with how ruffled you must look in the early morning and you swipe at your face.

“Well…” he says, “Jason hasn’t left me much choice.”

You’re confused, so Dick holds up his hand, and you finally feel where he’d kept it—on your waist. And attached to it is Jason, fingers entwined.

You smack a hand over your mouth as you burst out laughing.

“Think he was looking for you,” Dick says wryly, still smiling. It’d make your face flush if you didn’t find it so funny.

Your amusement disturbs Jason and he rouses with a groan, chin and nose bumping into your shoulder. The seconds tick by as he blinks awake, and you wait for him to realise.

His eyes must open behind you, because Dick grins. “Think I could get into this throuple cuddling thing,” he says.

The hand Jason clutches is slightly rougher than he expected, and as he looks down, he sees the arm it’s attached to is contorted in an unnatural manner. Suddenly, he’s acutely aware of his body and the situation, and he yanks it back.

“You need a psych eval,” Jason huffs as he pulls away. He rolls to the other side of the bed, leaving you to pout.

Dick remains unperturbed. He keeps the conversation going with, “The others wanna go for brunch, by the way.”

You glance between the brothers, then ask, “When?”

“Fifteen minutes.”

Your face screws up with indecision. Food—especially food you don’t have to cook—sounds exceptional.

Inevitably, the mountains of pancakes, syrup, fruit, and grease tempt you out of bed, Jason in tow as he grumbles about his half-wit brother.

“That’s not your jumper,” is how Donna chooses to greet you when you enter the living room minutes later. Your eyes skirt down, taking in the red cotton that’s a little too oversized for you. Before you can defend yourself, she continues, “That is.”

You follow her pointed finger to where Jason’s just appeared wearing your pastel purple hoodie. On him, it’s tighter than it should be, but it suits him in a way that makes you salivate for more than breakfast.

Although right now, panic is rife in your system at being called out like that.

Her brow lifts, perfectly smug. “Is there a reason you’ve swapped clothes?”

Next to her, Dick’s face begins to crease in horror, like he’s just realised what he walked into last night.

Hastily, you say, “No!”

“Christ, D, it’s just a hoodie,” Jason dismisses with a roll of his eyes. You glance at him and feel oddly putoff despite your previous apprehension.

“That’s how it starts,” Wally chimes in with a wink. “First a hoodie, then you’re willing to get obliterated in a swirling vortex of doom—”

Jason makes a loud, discontent noise as he heads for his keys. He shakes them in annoyance. “We going or not?”

The group melts into a gleeful chorus of, “Yes!”

On your way out of the apartment, Jason catches your wrist and slows your stroll. You look at him sideways, then divert your attention as he leans towards you. His breath grazes your ear as he says, “Think West might be right. That vortex is looking better and better everyday.”

It makes you laugh but you shove him. “Shut up. I’ll give you back your stupid hoodie, washed and folded.”

When he holds his arms out expectantly, you restrain yourself from kicking his shin. “Not right now! It’s not like I had time to find a shirt.”

At that, Jason’s mouth twists roguishly. You avoid paying it mind and instead focus on reaching the elevator. Which, very coincidentally and not at all on purpose, is almost all the way closed, and none of the grinning fools have bothered to stick a hand between the doors.

You can’t even curse them out as you’re abruptly pinned against the marble wall, hands slinking beneath your jumper.

“Jason…” you mumble as he tugs the collar aside to mouth at your shoulder. A shiver runs down your spine.

He spins you around, lips meeting yours as he presses you against the wall again. His hands still roam, touching all the skin he can, and he gets dangerously close to the swell of your chest where your heart sprints.

“Jason,” you repeat as you hear the elevator shooting back up.

“What?” he says, kissing your jaw. “This is what they wanted.”

“Cameras.”

With a sigh, he stops kissing you. His nose brushes yours as he lingers in front of your face. “You’re right,” he says in a low tone. “Wouldn’t want anyone else to catch a peek of you like this.”

An unwilling smile takes control of your mouth and you turn away like it’ll hide it. He chases you, hands cupping your cheeks. He kisses you some more, eager but soft, and this time you have trouble resisting.

“You’re a real sight, you know that?” he says against your mouth.

Your eyes open. “Thought it was ‘just a hoodie.’”

He grabs your chin, and his gaze manages to be both frisky and serious. “You’d prefer I tell her she’s right? That I was gonna strip you down and wake them up with the sound of my name?”

You almost choke on his vivid desire. “No,” you say. “Don’t you dare say that to anyone.”

His lips skim yours, mouth curled devilishly. “No promises.”

“Yes. Yes, promises, Jason,” you huff, then duck beneath him and into the dinging elevator.

#jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #wayne family adventures #batfam #jason todd smut #fic*#nlygjt*

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