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butternaife · 1 year
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no time at all!-- PILOT
Welcome Home + reader
warnings: derealisation, could cause paranoia, not proofread lmao
notes: so here's the first little drabble of the story I'd mentioned earlier! I'm not new at all to writing, but please keep in mind this is the first story I've posted to Tumblr, so the formatting could suck really bad. 
I have SO many ideas for what I want to continue this with, please tell me if you want to see more. thanks for reading!!  please please please rb if you're able :3
part 2 is posted!
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The sounds of the coffee shop around you filled the room; the everyday hustle and bustle of footsteps, casual chatter, and the clinking of porcelain cups were a familiar comfort, and god knows you needed it right now.
The face of the website you'd had open for several days now stared at you (through you?), the direct eye contact of the cartoon puppet mascots making you squirm in your seat.
Welcome Home! It said in bright pastel letters and a font you didn't recognize, though it sparked a deep sense of nostalgia in you; the whole concept did. In fact, that was the whole reason you’d found yourself falling down this rabbit hole of researching, trying any kind of letter combinations in the web address, scrolling through every page you could access with all the text highlighted.
You knew the secrets: the hidden messages, the png title responses in the guestbook, the audio mp4… and it thrilled you.
You hadn't grown up watching the infamous puppet show, of course, you doubt anyone has. Hell, part of you agreed with the people saying it didn't ever exist and all of this was just some online creepy pasta goosechase. Even though, it was so fun to play along, right? To be part of the community, or to be part of the joke, it didn't matter at the end of the day.
Whatever circumstances brought you to wherever you were mentally, and here to this cafe physically, this puppet show had you wrapped around its finger; you didn't really know if you loved the mascots, with their fun, bright designs and their bubbly personalities; something akin to what you'd grown up with, like you'd known them your entire life– or if they terrified you. The same traits that had made them so endearing made them so devoid of life, so lonely and cold when you’d think about it too long. Made to be loved by an audience just to be erased from history entirely- all to be excavated now, alongside these grotesque secrets and mysteries… like it was hidden for a reason. (Exciting, right?)
You scrolled absent-mindedly through the Neighborhood page, looking through all the biographies of the characters, picking apart the text in any ways you could, though you can only command-all and highlight for so long before it’s just a desperate attempt made in vain.
you already knew all the secrets
Home is where the heart is and Welcome Home's residents are the heart of the neighborhood. Even if you don't live there, you're still one of its most important denizens! But don't worry, with the help of this colorful array of neighbors, it'll feel just like home in no time at all!
Yeah, yeah, whatever, they love me.
What used to put a pit in your stomach didn't really do all too much now. The immersiveness wears off after a while. It used to fill you with questions: “am i important to them as the viewer? Are they sentient enough to understand? If they are… how do they feel about it? About me?”
Losing yourself in the story was easy initially, but the meandering possibilities became meaningless prompts. It was just a slogan now.
Your cursor hovers over the titular Home, a second delay in hesitation. Even if nothing else sent a chill down your spine, Home would never fail to unnerve you.
You click.
You're greeted by Wally, the PNG of him painting, the one you see plastered over every blog or post regarding Welcome Home. it was silly of you to expect anything else.
You felt yourself ease back into your chair; there aren't any more secrets to discover until the website is next updated.
As you half-heartedly scroll to click on the Good Bye!, a mystery in itself, you saw it.
Wally’s eyes had just followed your mouse, even by just half an inch, you Swear To God you saw them move.
An overwhelming tremor of sudden panic took over your body; you felt your heart fall deep into your stomach. With a loud thunk, you slammed your laptop closed. You felt the stares of concern burn into your back from the other patrons of the coffee shop, but you didn't care. Hoisting yourself up, laptop in tow, you hurry out through the door, only the greeting bell breaking the apprehensive silence youd left behind you.
Its nothing, you were just staring too long,
you'd thought, though partially drowned out by the sound of your footsteps and the deafening beating of your heart.
Of course you got freaked out, you were looking to be scared, so you came up with something to be scared of. That's all it is; made up.
It didn't really happen.
You had to tell yourself this several times as you walked to your car, trying to shake the image out of your head.
It's not real.
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bookwyrminspiration · 4 months
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god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait
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sylvies-kablooie · 4 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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bowelfly · 1 month
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Brother Gregor never spoke and often spooked the neophytes with his appearance, but he was a gentle soul and a phenomenal cook and knew more ways to prepare a fish than the abbot knew hymns
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freakoutgirl · 4 months
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I'm like if a girl who didn't do much was still experiencing burnout
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months
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Knowledge Revenge.
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churroach · 10 days
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Looking respectfully
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wasabi-gumdrop · 1 month
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local ladies man��s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6
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dendrochronologies · 4 months
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maya angelou saying the funniest thing anyone has ever said about editing, which i can never let myself forget EVER AGAIN [x]
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butternaife · 1 year
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no time at all!-- CH 2
Welcome Home + reader
warnings: derealisation, could cause paranoia, cursing, stalking if you want to see it that way?
notes: I LOVE YOU GUYS THANK YOU FOR ALL THE KIND RECEPTION??????? I have more spooky stuff on the way for you guys!! I hope y'all r just as excited as I am to keep posting about this series! please rb if you can!! 
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It took a couple hours, but you still couldn't find your footing. Despite such a simple trick played on you by your imagination, you couldn't shake the lingering feeling of paranoia you'd found yourself victim to. You had no idea how the hell you were going to make it to sleep tonight.
Youd made a post, something along the lines of “the site mustve updated. Wally’s eyes moving on the Neighborhood tab is really creepy”, just to be greeted by maybe two likes and a reply simply saying “huh”
So much for community. very helpful!
You felt stupid; I mean, it’s not like that was real, obviously. You made it up. You're taking the puppet stuff too far and way, way too seriously.
You have this aversion to even opening your laptop. It loomed ominously on the counter where you’d set it down when you came home, and had been staring at it across the room since.
You let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding in, and mustering all your courage, puffing out your chest (ignoring the way your fingers still have a slight tremble to them), you pick the damn thing up and open it, lo and behold!
The page you'd been on when you closed it. The exact same thing you've seen over and over again.
See? It was all just in your head! You're so silly, worried over nothing!
You let out a chuckle, both out of relief and the sheer ridiculousness this whole thing has been. You get to live another day! No evil digital Elvis puppet here to steal your soul!
A wave of solace washes over you, and you closed the tab! The end; nightmare over!
That is, until you see something that wasn't there before, just out of the corner of your eye, is on your home screen. A lonely jpeg, hidden just under the window, waiting for you to close the tab and see it. one placed very purposely, and one very much not placed by you. 
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What the fuck?
Before anything else, any panic or terror, there's just confusion.
This isn't mine. I didn't do that.
You click on it.
It's just as it looks: a simple crayon-like drawing, something a kid would draw and demand to be hung on the fridge– but that's not the part that consumes you in dread.
hello.iknowyousawme.png.jpg
You stare wide-eyed at the picture in front of you, unable to blink, unable to move,
With the distinct feeling of knowing it was looking back at you too.
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calamitys-child · 3 months
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What's everyone's favourite flowers that aren't like. The normal ones. Like everyone's a fan of roses and sunflowers what's a more niche one. One you don't get in gift sets. Mine's sweet peas
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lowkeydivine · 3 months
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Underrated panel
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liquidstar · 7 months
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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inkskinned · 5 months
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i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".
it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.
do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.
but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.
do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).
you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.
walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.
no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.
do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."
you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.
there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.
i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.
he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month
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Expertise can't help you here.
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softwarmfur · 1 month
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posting this so everyone on tumblr can see it too
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