#I swear I can still draw Wally

[lemonsiskull]

He's such a goober

[jazzzzzzhands]

Oh I got an ask!! And ohh it feels good to draw again!

It's nice to have an excuse to doodle!

Please I welcome asks of art requests during this time of art block!

(i also miss my Groovy au if someone wants to send me an ask..)

[b-o-e]

paint me like one of your french girls

Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: you aren’t very good at painting lol

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #2 :)

You weren’t the best painter, nor were you the best at picking up hints…

“... this is atrocious.”

You were not a painter. You were finding that much out right now.

“Well, don’t say that. It has me in it, so it can't be that bad, ha ha.” Wally jested.

Ehhh…

“Are you almost finished with it, neighbour?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m finished, but I’m almost ready to give up, yes,” you grumbled, the bristles of your brush carefully swiping some more paint onto the canvas. Yikes! Not carefully enough, it seems.

Wally noticed your grimace, laughing lightly. “It’s going to look good, I know it,” he claimed.

“You’re easily pleased, though,” you huffed, eyes flickering to him in a half-hearted glare. He giggled, shaking his head.

“I am honest,” he grinned, raising his right hand to swear on it. “Cross my heart, always and forever,” he promised, drawing the ‘x’ over his chest with a happy smile.

“At least I think I did Home some justice,” you snickered with a shrug. “You, not so much, Wally. I think you can still tell it’s you, though?”

“I’m sure I look amazing. Handsome!”

“I wouldn’t use that word for it, but the real you is?” You offered.

“Why, you’ll make me blush.”

You laughed lightly as you continued to paint, Wally remaining as still as a statue in his chosen position in front of home. His eyes never left you.

He loved the expressions you made. He just adored the twitch of your brow when you don’t quite approve of a detail, the silly grimace you wear when you’ve made a ‘mistake’, the way your tongue poked out a little when you were extra focussed... You were so entrancing!

“... going to start being a bit less uptight now,”

Wally hadn’t caught the first part, but figured out what you were saying.

“I guess I should probably give myself a little more credit than I am.” A little smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Oh! He enjoyed that expression most!

“I’m happy you say that,” Wally said, “I do mean it when I say I believe I will like it. Everyone has their own unique style. It’s nothing less than that,” he added, “plus, it’s made by you. That gives it extra special points!”

“Special, alright,” you joked quietly to yourself. It was definitely a unique piece, your painting.

“I just need to remind myself I don’t have much experience with this,” you sighed, “I need to cut myself some slack. I know practice is necessary to be as good as someone like you at this, and I haven’t put much of that in,”

“And if you were ever interested in such, I would always be around to offer my help if you so desire,” Wally assured.

“Thanks, Wally,” you tore your eyes away from your work, looking over at him. “I appreciate you. Always so sweet to me,” you sighed out dramatically. Unfortunately, your gaze didn't stick on him long enough to notice the redness growing on his cheeks from your compliments.

“Alas, I think I’m all done now,” you giggled, stepping back from your work. Now that you look it over, it really wasn’t too shabby, especially with your limited skill!

Wally stood up from his spot, starting his way over, as you turned the easel around so that he and Home could both see it. When Wally was close enough, he leaned forward a little, examining the painted canvas. Despite the knowledge that Wally would never judge you, your nerves twisted a little in your stomach as you watched his eyes study it with such intensity.

It was silent. He’s observed it for at least a minute now, not a word said.

…

“I know it’s-”

“It’s wonderful,” Wally cut you off, straightening his posture, his smile growing. “The absolute most, as is its creator,” he added as he looked at you. “Can I have it?” he asked, head tipping to the side.

“You… Want it?” you giggled sheepishly, peering over at your goofy little creation. Was it really nice enough for him to want to keep it?

“I love it, so of course I would like to have it. If you allow me to, of course,”

Your painting wasn’t much. To you, at least. To Wally on the other hand, it truly was extravagant.

It was cute. He and Home were nicely depicted together, Home painted quite well, and in his opinion, he himself had not looked nearly as bad as you’d been letting on.

His face had a cute, simple little smiley on it, as did the sun in the sky, two silly little features among others that you had added when you decided not to care so much anymore. It made him giggle. Overall, it was just yours, and that’s what really sealed the deal on his love for it.

“Hmm… where should I hang it, though? Maybe by the couch?” He wondered aloud, tapping his chin. “What do you think, Home?” He turned to face it, receiving quick excited waves and squeaks from the door. “Ha ha. I think that, too.”

“You actually want it?” You questioned,

“Of course,” Wally nodded. “Oh no! How impolite of me. I should be offering some sort of payment,” he realized.

“For this?” You laughed, looking back at the artwork. “I dont think it’s worth a whole lo–”

“Mwah!”

…

Huh?

You gaped at Wally, hand on your flushed cheek, right where his lips had been moments prior.

“Will that do?” He smiled.

You could only stare in disbelief, mind working overtime to process what had just happened.

“Neighbour?”

You laughed. You laughed, and you shook your head, hands covering your face. Oh, those silly little thoughts of yours!

“Oh my goodness, Wally,” you snickered. “Be careful with that! Someone might take it the wrong way,” you warned, a little giggle following.

“What do you mean, neighbour?” Wally questioned, brows furrowed. “Is kissing not a good thing?”

“I mean, it is, but there's two ways it can be perceived: platonically, or romantically,” you explained, rubbing at your face in an attempt to get rid of your blush with a cheeky smile.

“Think of it like this. Eddie and Frank kiss as a way to show their romantic love for each other. That's because they’re a couple,” you continued. “Are they who you learned it from?”

Wally stared at you for a moment, trying to comprehend all that you’ve said. Finally, his shoulders slumped slightly as he answered.

“... Yes,” he admitted, a bashful smile on his features.

“I figured,” you sniggered. “I mean, I’m not saying I didn’t like it or anything, but just keep what I said in mind,” you joked lightly with a playful wink, “but, we should find a place for this painting, shouldn’t we?” You placed your hands on your hips, looking between him and the piece.

“That sounds like a good idea, neighbour,” he agreed, carefully picking up the dried painting, grabbing the easel in his other hand.

“Let’s do that, then,”

…

“So, how did it go?” Eddie asked, placing a toasty mug of hot cocoa in front of a sulking Wally. “Not that great, I presume..?” He smiled sympathetically.

“They said to ‘be careful’ because ‘someone might get the wrong idea’...” he gave a gloomy smile. “But they also said they ‘didn’t dislike’ it?” He offered.

“So they thought the right idea, but brushed it off as being wrong,” Frank snickered, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the situation while he sipped on a mug of his own.

Eddie sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck with a chuckle. This was harder than the couple originally anticipated…

You two would be the death of this neighbourhood if you didn’t perceive your feelings for each other soon.

yyyello!! I hope you enjoyed reading this!

here is a link to my silly lil wally fics in their recommended order if you would like :) these can also be found on my ao3 B) I also have a ko-fi if you'd like to support me! likes and reblogs are very much so appreciated B) (again, gimme dopamine boost, RAHHHHH) until next time <3

Posted Tuesday, April 25, 2023 at 11:29 AM

[chronicbeans]

Wally Darling with a Villain Reader (part 2)

I saw some people request this so here you go! OwO

TW: Kidnapping, Possessive and Obsessive Behavior, Unwanted Hugs/Cuddles

🍎 You have been sitting in the basement for a long time, now. Well, at least you THINK it has been a long time. It is pitch black, besides the candles, which only light a small portion of the basement. Wally said that, for whatever reason, electricity doesn't work in Home's basement. He also said that, since the candles use flames, it would warm you up more than electric lights, anyways.

🍎 Either way, it is dreadfully cold. You are wrapped up in a million blankets, with pillows surrounding you to work as a mattress or sorts, yet you are still cold and uncomfortable. Is this your punishment for annoying people? You really don't know. Wally hasn't explained anything to you, yet.

🍎 Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. Look who's walking down the stairs to see you! It's Wally Darling, the star of the show! You don't even try to run anymore, because he always closes the basement door too quickly to give you a chance. Once that door closes, it is always pitch black, again. Not only that, but you are also pretty sure Home is working alongside him. Once, when you said something bad about Wally keeping you locked up, a pipe above you began leaking in response, some weird, black substance staining your blanket.

🍎 Wally walks over you, with you only being able to see him again once he is right in front of you. His grin is as merry as ever and his eyes still holding that unnerving look as when he first brought you here. He pulls up a pillow, sitting cross legged on it as he speaks, his voice holding his signature monotone "Isn't this so fun? I get to see you everyday, you get to sit back and relax in here. I also get to watch how our neighbors are reacting to you disappearing! How exciting!"

🍎"Wally... this isn't fun. Please, let me go! I don't know what I did to make you so upset, but-!" He shushes you, placing a finger to your lips to keep you quiet. "You did... nothing. Nothing to upset me." You can tell it's a lie everytime he says it. His smile always grows a bit darker when he does, almost like he is straining to keep it together. However, he then pulls away, continuing "Why is it fun when you whisk me away, but not the other way around? That doesn't sound very fair, neighbor. I am having fun. Home is having fun, too! Are you still cold? Do you need more blankets?"

🍎 You don't answer his question, instead asking "Is... is anybody even looking for me? Do they care?" He pauses, seemingly thinking. He then shakes his head "No. I don't think they are... Let me tell you a secret, little villain." He crawls over, grabbing a hold of your upper arms, saying "Don't let Home know this, okay?" You weakly nod, at this point just wanting him to get away from you as soon as possible. You aren't going to lie... As much as you like to seem brave, Wally looks a bit frightening in the glow of candle lights.

🍎 He leans close to your ear, whispering "I don't think our neighbors have even noticed you are gone, yet... it is kind of like... you never existed." Your heart sinks. You watch as he pulls away, still holding your arms as he says "I'll be here, though! We can play games. I can show you how to draw. I can give you some paper to write on. The others don't matter, right? You'll be safe and happy here, I promise. A good neighbor never breaks a promise. Pinky swear!" He grabs your hand, linking your pinky to his in a forced promise. "I can even keep you warm and safe, here. If the blankets don't work, I'll come down every hour to give you a long, warm hug!"

🍎 As if to demonstrate, he wraps his arm around you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. To be fair, he is surprisingly warm, but it is still extremely uncomfortable. You have made it very clear to him, numerous times, that you like to have personal space. Usually whenever you took him to the forest, you just grabbed his hand and dragged him there, then sat next to him on a log with a foot between you two. Meanwhile, he grabbed you from behind like some horror movie villain, dragged you into his basement, and now won't stop finding excuses to hug you close.

🍎"Get off of me... I'll be fine on my own. These blankets are cozy enough." They really aren't. You just want him off of you. "Nope! You are my captive, now! You gotta do as I say, and I want hugs! Just a few more minutes." Your eyes widen. That is a very... uncharacteristic thing for Wally to say. Then again, he has been acting strange ever since he took you here... but he usually still listens to you when you say to let go.

🍎 You get an explanation once he says "I love playing villain! I can see why you like it, now. You get to be mean and not listen to people. While you like to break things, say mean things, and trip people... I like to keep you here and cuddle you for as long as I want! After all, from how you spoke to me during the times you took me away, you seem like you really need them. If you won't accept them or ask for them yourself, I'm going to make you. Nobody else is willing to give you them, after all, because you are MY villain."

🍎 He finally pulls away, causing you to instinctively scoot away from him. "You are crazy. Like... There is something WRONG with you. Why won't you just let me go home? Even if people do start looking for me, nobody is going to even THINK to look inside your house! Much less your basement, which people don't know about! What even is this place? It's so dark. It seems to go on forever..."

🍎 Wally lets out a small "humph" noise, tilting his head "That's just another little insult, isn't it? Kind of like you saying my paintings look bad. I'm not crazy! If I am, I'm crazy for you! I don't seem to act like this around anyone else and you won't leave my head. As for this place... I honestly don't know. It came with Home. I haven't seen all of it." There is a muffled knock from upstairs, followed by an equally muffled "Wally! I gotta delivery for ya!"

🍎"Oh! My paints must have arrived! I'm working on a gift for you! How about you just get some sleep, okay? Oh, and don't try screaming. I've found that nobody can hear anything from down here, for some reason... I really picked the jackpot with this hiding place!" He then hurries upstairs, leaving you in the darkness, once again.

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

Ok, I wanna post at least today, SO!

As a little bonus, imma post the pics found in the kid's introduction sheets and some more infos based on them!

Penny!

🩷She doesn't like to be noticed or looked at. She does her best to avoid people's eyes on her. Also hates big crowds.

🩷She loves to go to the aquarium where live mermaids shows are held! She knows all the mermaids' names and they also recognize her when she arrives! She's a friend!

🩷She's not good at giving speeches, sometimes Simon has to step up and sum up stuff. She's grateful for that because she doesn't know how to end them!

-

Simon!

❤️Everyone at moonbase was sad when he announced he would step down from Soopreme Leader and become a normal KND operative. He did that after assigning Sector V to Penny and the others! He's regarded as a calm but fierce leader, always in first line with the others, always with a solution.

❤️He likes to chill. Even when he was Leader, he pretended everyone had a "nap time" from 2pm to 4pm. Not everyone joined this practice, but those who did, found they had much more energy for the rest of the day!

❤️He's one of the bestest at origami folding! He can create everything from paper, he created a robot and a vehicle! But his masterpiece is the giant fan he fights with. It's indestructible!

-

Cinzia!

💜She likes to build stuff! If you ask her to come up with new stuff, she will stare at you and your soul until you tell her to just build what you want.

💜She HATES bugs! No matter the size or how they move, they're ALL UGLY AND NEED TO DIE IN A FIRE! She tried to burn the whole Sector V treehouse because she kept finding bugs in her room. Now, who wants to explain her bugs live in trees...?

💜Even if the ideas are not hers, it doesn't mean she cann't make them a little bit... more interesting! And bigger! Bigger is better!

-

Joey!

🩵Best dodge ball player in the world. Remember that dodge ball temple? People are required to go on a pilgrimage to visit his house and pay him their homages. His parents are so happy he has so many friends!

🩵He loves dolls and loves to play with them. Tea time is his favorite! He not only collects Rainbow Monkeys, but also some human-like dolls and other animals, too! They're just too cute!

🩵He could draw from morning to evening. Sometimes he gets caught drawing during class, and his parents got called many times because of this. But he still gets good grades so... where's the problem?

-

Robbie!

🧡There's a reason she likes wearing orange: her personal hero is Numbuh 4 himself, and she wants to become his successor. Everyone says she's gonna get there and even SURPASS him! Wally likes her!

🧡She speaks English, Spanish and Italian. Her two moms are from Mexico and Italy, and moved together in the USA before she was born. She can swear perfectly in 3 languages. Italian is her favourite for that, tho.

🧡Never. Ever. EVER. Look at her. In her eyes. She doesn't like eye contact. Eye contact means you have a death wish. And she's gonna be your personal reaper.

[sadlybeans]

ok but now i need to write down these! (disclaimer: this is a compilation of things i’ve seen + a couple of mine, so you probably know a lot of them already)

✨Batdad headcanons✨

So we all know the classical ‘wouldn’t notice if some other random kid started living in his house’ thing, right? I personally think it’s true to some point. Like, he would notice there’s a new kid he definitely did not bring into the house, BUT he immediately (and mostly correctly) assumes said kid is here because their life sucks otherwise so he pretends not to see. (Bc like, come on, the Wayne family is anything but functional so if this is an improvement, what was their life like before they came?)

He doesn’t really care what the kids do with his money??? If they come up to him and ask “Hey B! Can I have a million bucks?” he would pull out his phone and wire them 2 million without question. The only one who has absolutely zero trust and must say explicitly what he wants is Damian, for obvious reasons.

He says he doesn’t have favourites but everyone knows he does. Cass, of course, and Jason (Do you seriously think he could carry guns with little issue if he didn’t have favourite son privileges?).

In reality, he’s absolute shit at handing out punishment/scolding the kids. He does try, to his credit, but they know how to manipulate their way out of it or bend the rules to their favour.

He tried his best not to swear in front of them as they grew up (still doesn’t swear at all in their presence), but at some point he just gave up on scolding them for it. So while on patrol, he’ll just sigh every time Jason screams “motherfucker!” into the comms, but back in the mansion may god help them if Alfred hears them.

Ever since Dick was a kid he started carrying snacks with him on patrol. Nowadays he needs to be prepared and carry all the specific varieties they like. (He forgot Dick’s mini cereal bags once and he still can’t hear the end of it).

I personally think he would let the public think all the kids are his bio kids. Gotham thinks he’s just really an idiot when it comes to birth control, because surely all those black haired, blue eyed children are his. (The only ones whose parentage is truly questioned are Duke and Damian, but as he grows up Damian looks more and more like Bruce so the speculation dies down).

As a follow up, at first people tried to claim they were pregnant with his kid, but actually it was the Wayne children who shut it down by unsubtly implying all of them were planned and wanted, not accidents. (Which is technically true…)

He may be give Tired Dad energy 90% of the time, but there’s a reason all his kids are insane, reckless, diabolical little terrors. They learnt to be THAT overdramatic from him.

Like, come on. Bruce “I dress as a bat to beat up clowns” Wayne, a responsible and sensible adult?

HA.

He’s always excited to receive AND give gifts to his family. Half the time he just receives drawings of bats, exactly one sock with a silly pattern, or a cheap scented candle from the dollar store but you can bet your ass he treasures every last one of them.

Because of how much he spoils his own kids, he cannot be left unsupervised with anyone else’s children. (Too many times has this warning been ignored— Wally’s still salty that Barry dragged him back home. Jon has his own bedroom in the mansion)

He may have difficulties with accepting he has emotions but he loves all his kids just the same and he never regrets becoming a dad, even if do drive him mad sometimes.

[ask-timekeeperwally]

🕰️Timekeeper Wally A̷s̸k̶ B̴log⚙️

Rules/Boundaries

Please be respectful with sending Asks/Submissions. There's a person running the blog after all.

Don't send ask that's too personal.

When sending ask, please state your words properly. I sometimes have a hard time comprehending what you typed.

It's my first time running an Ask Blog

OCs and AUs can interact.

No sending any NSFW related, but swearing is allowed, at least.

Not every ask will that'll be answered be drawn.

If you see how there's a lack background. Drawing backgrounds is not my strong suit. It's my biggest weakness.

Be patient that I don't answer quickly. My laziness is getting to me, I'm trying my best.

𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 ℝ𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕥

🕰️Timekeeper's St̵o̷̟̓r̵̬̉y̸͕̿⚙️

Timekeeper Wally, with Home by his side. Watch over the AUs and moreover beyond. He has vast major powers involving time travel, and so on..

🕰️Facts about Timekeeper Wally

He is ok being called TK! Wally, TK, or Timekeeper.

He is 15 apples tall now

He's smart, mechanic smart, but still got a lot to learn

Has broken 4TH Walls amount of times

He and Home trust each other more often

He doesn't like people messing/destroying his personal stuff and breaking/entering into Home

Now... Let's begin...

[theneighborhoodwatch]

which character do you think is the most sus and why

honestly i think everyone has at least one trait that makes me Wonder about them, so. i'm just gonna list those under the cut instead. i've gone over some of these in more detail in previous speculation posts, but i don't wanna just link to them for the 48545674567456th time, so consider this a spiritual sequel to that old ass conspiracy board i made. any links are to stuff that isn't readily available on the actual website. anyways:

wally:

do i really need to explain this one

okay i'm just gonna pick one of the less obvious things: have you ever noticed that his bio uses present tense the most? like after the little introductory blurb it introduces him as "wally is" as opposed to everyone else's "(x) was"? someone in my discord server pointed that out once and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it.

barnaby:

what little we learn about his relationship to wally from the website is Odd; both of their bios mention not only that they were best friends, but that this was stated Multiple times throughout illustrated pages and the like, as if someone was really desperate to impress upon people that These Two Are Totally Besties, We Swear. you'd think this would be a poor attempt to disguise there being some animosity between the two, but that doesn't seem be the case, either.

other than that, though, barnaby actually seems pretty normal - perhaps deceptively so...

frank:

has a first name that ends in a consonant and a surname that ends in a long "-ee" sound, as opposed to everyone else having a first name that ends in a long "-ee" sound and a surname that ends in a consonant.

is noted to have no canonical backstory; the only other character who falls into this camp is wally.

is an entomologist/lepidopterist (or at least an Enthusiast about those subjects) in a town where the only wildlife present seems to be bugs. this was first mentioned in an ask from 2020, so normally i would hesitate to put this here, but post-website launch concept art never shows there being any non-insect (or at least non-arthropod) wildlife, so i think it is Likely that this still applies.

there are Conveniently little to no notes regarding the construction of his physical puppet - all that the WHRP seems to have been able to confirm is that it did actually have a head-spinning mechanism.

julie:

hails from a cave in what is Explicitly noted to be the same forest that surrounds home; post-website launch concept art definitely seems to allude to there being something in those woods, or at least the general idea of julie wandering "out of bounds."

has the most detailed family background by way of her siblings having actual designs and names. her bio clarifies that they didn't live in Home, but no other characters with family members seem to need this clarification. is the implication that This level of detail for side characters is unheard of? then again, barnaby's mom also has a name and design...

can speak to flowers/plants, which definitely sheds a new light on whatever might be going on in this may 2021 concept art. i've seen a lot of people interpret the title of this piece - "liar!" - as an accusation from julie towards someone else (most commonly frank) but given that that the script linked in the february 2023 audition post establishes that julie is capable of lying about what a plant tells her for her own convenience, albeit in a far more playful context... who's to say that she isn't the liar?

sally:

her puppet is all but outright stated to have required more puppeteers than any other character.

having a character who's a playwright/director and whose house is built to resemble a mini theater in a story that relies so heavily on the fourth wall (or lack thereof) as a source of horror feels like a very... Dangerous combination.

some people have tried to draw parallels between her backstory and that of old testament satan, buuuut i'm not entirely sold on this. it feels a bit too outlandish even for me, considering that any remaining christian imagery seems to have been relegated Solely to wally and/or home.

her introductory blurb seems to have a nod towards poppy? "She’s a fire-cracker who is willing to let her imagination run wild in the name of a new adventure, albeit at the occasional expense of her more cautious neighbors." that aforementioned audition script Also all but outright confirms that this is about poppy, given her and sally's interactions there, i.e. sally trying to get poppy to come out of her shell by casting her as the lead in her next play and Clearly thinking very highly of her, but pushing her past her limits just a bit too far too fast. again, much like julie and lying, it's all in a playful context, but i wonder... sally, are you paying enough attention to your friends?

i could also make a joke about my sally/poppy agenda, but. i will refrain. for now.

poppy:

is the only walk-around puppet to not have a live-hand variant.

her puppet also apparently has no surviving photos of it? or at least not any photos of it in its entire eight feet of glory.

in a similar vein to the possible relationship between sally being a playwright and welcome home fiddling with the fourth wall so much, i feel like poppy being a recluse in a series where one of the Main Themes is supposed to be "what happens when a Home becomes just a House/what it's like to live in a decaying home" is a very convenient setup for horror - one that Excites me as much as it scares me. if something happened to her, i wonder, how long do you think it would take for someone to notice?

eddie:

his theme color, purple, is used very sparingly in his actual design compared to the rest of the cast and their colors - it only shows up on his eyelids and maybe the inside of his bag? even designs like poppy and howdy's make more use of their respective theme colors than eddie's. it being on the eyelids is an interesting choice, too, given the eye motif that's been present throughout so far. eyes are the windows to the soul and all that.

purple also makes an appearance just outside of his post office, in the form of a sprig of lavender with a butterfly on it - and, well. something about purple signifying secrecy/hidden truths, perhaps?

according to this post-website launch concept art, the only two clocks in the entire neighborhood are: A) the street clock between howdy's shop and eddie's post office, and B) the watch upon eddie's wrist. both also seem to share some design elements with him (and maybe sally?) - namely, the eyes.

and of course, his backstory. or rather, the fact that his backstory is so half-assed that it's a running gag that he can't remember his hometown and the most we know about his mom is that she has the same job and She Exists, Probably. like that's fucked up in the context of welcome home, right? we can agree on that?

howdy:

howdy is an adult and yet Not a butterfly. he never actually pupated he just got Bigger. this is never explained or addressed in-universe as far as we are aware.

and also this is in the presence of a lepidopterist, aka a guy who should Definitely be aware of the fact that howdy should have pupated by now. foreshadowing for a future point of contention? a future alliance, even?

howdy. the shipments. where are your shipments coming from howdy.

home:

much like wally, this one is so obvious that i feel stupid for even dedicating a bullet point here. just fucking look at anything on the website talking about or involving them. this house is All Unsettling Trivia.

imagine i am beaming this brian david gilbert clip directly into your brain whenever i discuss their relationship with wally until further notice

like i've said before, i don't think they're evil evil (or at least, not evil without reason) but i do think whatever they and wally have going on is, like, Not Healthy. they have codependent swag imo.

[romeoeatzkorn]

Introduction

Hey! I haven’t done a proper introduction soo here we are

Basic info

Name: Roxx

Age: 14

Gender: Genderfluid Nonbinary

Pronouns: They/it (my persona uses He/Him)

Sexuality: Butch Lesbian

Nationality (and ethnicity): Canadian, Scandinavian + Plains Cree

Realationship: QP w/@rainbowfriendsfanatic

Funfacts about me!!! I kin Roxie Richter

I kin Queen Barb

I make a lot of sex jokes (puberty is a bitch)

Please use tone tags when talking to me

I’m a Aquarius I use the term faggot and dyke a lot (I am queer)

I am Butch

Rare-pairs are my passion

I would like to go on T (Testosterone) one day

Sometimes I feel like a fem queen ❤️❤️

If ur my moot I’m gunna call u pookie

My other socials

Basic DNI:

Pro/comshippers

Facists and Homophobes

Kink blogs (y’all cool I guess but still I’m under the age of consent)

Full on porn blogs fuck off

Wallycest/Applecest

Individual DNI

18+ accs (nsfw or kink shit)

Wallaby/Barnly antis please block me so you don’t have to see my content

“Male” lesbians FUCK RIGHT OFF NOW

Transphobes feel like this one’s self explanatory

Gold star lesbians

Christans (love y’all just pls)

Asexual and Aromantic deniers

Racists.

Cishets love you guys just this blog is for the gays

Julie x Wally shippers (simply dislike the ship nothing against y’all)

Fujoshis y’all gross me out

Do interact

Lesbians pls

LGBTQ2SA+

Neurodivergent people

People underneath the Trans umbrella

Wallaby/Barnly fans

Cringe people

Other minors

Fellow Sapphics and NMLNM

Barnaby enjoyers

Poppy kissers

Jewish people y’all are safe here ♥️

Neo pronoun users

Trans trenders (people who identify with a gender under the trans umbrella but don’t feel gender dysphoria)

Neo gender users

Therians and furrys ♥️ I love you guys y’all are cool asf

Beginner artists

Two spirit lesbians

Trans woman Howdy truthers (I’ll die on this fucking hill I swear)

butch lesbian enjoyers

butch4femme enthusiasts

Huntlow enthusiasts

Roxie richter fans!!

Platonic Julie and Wally fans

Fandoms Im in

Romeo + Juliet (1996)

scott pilgrim (SPTO specifically)

Welcome home

The owl house (I’m only here for huntlow and Eda)

One piece

Strange Hill High

Tf2

DHMIS

Spiderverse

Warrior cats

RTC (Ride the cylcone)

Trolls (I am cringe but I’m free)

Music and Artists I enjoy

Rio Romeo

Cosmo sheldrake

Felix Colgrave

Sparkbird

ICP

Sodikken

sorry mom

Mitski

MSI (I don’t support the lead singer)

The crane wives

Sufjan Stevens

Megan Nash

The oozes

Hoizer

Will Wood

@winslow-arts

Myself

All of my moots

Dana Terrace

Ships I rly rly like

Wallaby (obvi)

Roxie x Kim (SPTO)

Ragatha x Pomni

Howdy x Poppy aka Powdy (trans fem howdy bb)

Frank x Eddie

Josuyasu (I love these dumbasses)

Julie x Sally

Huntlow (they have consumed my mind)

Barnaby x Wally x Frank x Eddie

Barb x Poppy (theyre so yuriful)

Tybalt x Romeo (doomed yaoi my fave)

Viva x Clay (I don’t ship broppy)

Branch x king trollex

More to come

Boundaries

I am comfortable with:

KYS jokes if we’re moots

Calling the characters I draw stinky as a joke

Suggestive and gore content of my AUs/Characters (u can tag me if u want idgaf)

NSFW content being created of the Trad Goth Wally AU same thing with the thriller AU (do not tag me)

Fics of my characters and AUs that have sexual elements (do tag me in fics but add a warning if it is suggestive or has sexual elements)

I am not comfortable with:

Being referred to w/ primarily She/Her pronouns

Calling the characters I draw sexy or sexualizing them

People DMing me (unless they are my moot or it’s for comms)

NSFW asks

Flirting w/me (unless I know you irl or we’re moots or you’re butch 😍😍)

Bye! Please be kind!

[reinabeestudio]

The Fairytale Special (WH AU)

Last week or so I made a document explaining about that Welcome Home AU of mine you have seen me post from time to time (The Fairytale Special). It even explains why it's got such a goddamn long name!!

I updated it recently, so you can read it there (google docs)

Or you can read it here! Under the cut! (kinda long tho)

(^^^^ this was drawn in a magma with other people)

Summary

Sort of a "falling in love with your bodyguard" story, but set in a more fairytale-ish setting? This AU is rather simple compared to others. It doesn't have a well-written, complex concept you may have seen from other artists.

By the way the title, The Fairytale Special, isn’t meant to be pretentious (I swear my ego isn’t that big): it’s not special, it’s a special! It’s meant to be seen kinda like a TV special for Welcome Home! Everyone is still The Silly(™) deep down.

Whaddahell this is self-insert

Yes, I guess it is! The main topic is Wally Darling/The Guard (nickname for my sona in this AU lol). There's also a bit of Howdy Pillar/Eden Mawnten (my Welcome Home OC)

But if you know me, y’know romance is not all there is! I just self-indulged a bit, but I try to make this AU approachable to anyone that might be interested! (Fr I don’t bite)

Ok but what’s the actual goddamn story!!!!!!

Set in a Home that it’s divided in Houses (yes, they’re called the Houses of Home).

There's a celebration for the ruler of a neighbouring kingdom, Queen Eden and Lord Pillar’s engagement in the caterpillar’s land. Obviously everyone has been invited— including Lord Darling! After learning that the most powerful leader in Home would attend their celebration alone, Queen Eden decides to send her personal escort to keep Lord Darling safe: The Guard.

Imagine a road movie but there are horses instead (?)

What else?

I guess I can share some bits of trivia (。・∀・)ノ

The Houses are named after gemstones! Wally’s is called House of Sapphire :]

Some others are House of Spinel (Julie) and House of Chalcedone (Howdy)

Eden’s kingdom is an island!

Home is a mansion in this Special. It even has its own personal library (Wally likes to use it. He’s fallen asleep there more than once)

It was called The Fantasy Special at first, but there aren’t really that many fantasy elements so I changed it. Sometimes I keep calling it that on accident tho

I keep making Wally a bit of a bookworm on accident. Eager to learn?

Tbh I’m still figuring some stuff out, but let it be known not all the classic neighbors (Welcome Home cast) are House leaders

The Special is in written form (so like, a fic). I’ll share it on my personal website only. Yeah, not even gonna post it here (unless I change my mind). Sorry, too nervous lol

I use 🍎👑 when I talk about Wally/Neighbor (Wally/Guard in this case). But sometimes I use 🔖🍎 when I talk about Lord Darling himself (that’s a bookmark emoji!)

Neat I guess, anything more to say?

Ah, I guess we gotta talk boundaries now. I’m aware that my AU isn’t known, but better safe than sorry. It seems mandatory to be clear when it comes to these in this community! So much bitterness lately… let’s work to put it behind. That said, worry not.

Interactions! Feel free to draw your OC in this AU— just remember to credit me :]

If you make fanart/write/etc for it you are obligated by law to tell me (@ me!)

If you wanna do self-insert with this Special, go and be free my friend. True that there are confirmed(?) pairs in this case, but I’m aware how fun these can be! I won’t deny you of that harmless fun

That said, if you don’t like self-shipping and/or prefer canonxcanon, I… don’t think you’ll have a good time with this? Besides the fact that it’s literally a self-insert AU, this Special is mostly for the oc/canon enjoyers out there (platonic, romantic or anything else)

I don’t think this AU has horror elements? But feel free to do these if you wish. Just remember to TW properly!

Regarding NSFW (of the explicit kind, not horror): as long as you are an adult and tag it properly with the official tag (#/PlayfellowXXX), I’m fine with it! Or you can send it to me directly if you want

⚠ However, I don't want any of that weirdo shit near me (inc3st, p3dophilia, wallyc3st/applec3st, you know what I mean).

Can I leave now

Before you go: Lord Darling has a Character AI! (No one asked for it but I made it anyway)

If you talk to him, I’d love to be see it. Mostly outta curiosity but also to configure him better (rizz him up if you want I don’t mind lol I doubt there’s anyone that wants to do that, but it has been stated)

Have fun. Thanks for your company!

[rainbowspinch]

Au ramble Lmao

The worst thing about this au is that I am physically incapable of expressing how in depth some of these characters are in drawings.

No one can truly know how Prophet Sammy broke down after having to remember how badly he hurt someone he cared about. No one will ever truly understand the way Sammy’s fucked up little apartment looks or get the reference to The Chickens. No one will know about the pre-studio cult junk or that we talked about Bertrum retiring at age 12. How will anyone know the grief Wally learned about that let him and Tom be so close? How will anyone understand that Norman was always Susie’s first follower, even before he was Projectionist, and that he has always cared about her, no matter if she’s changed?

How will anyone get how much Shawn and Wally care about one another, even if they’re constantly bickering? How could anyone understand that Allison Angel can’t find peace in herself, because she doesn’t know who herself is, and why she’s here? How will anyone know about the way Joey tried to be a good person, but his ambitions still got the best of him, or that Simmons would have walked to the ends of the Earth for him? How do I express how much Malice truly hates herself, or how much it means to her when people call her ‘Alice’ without her having to tell them to, even when they already know who she used to be? How do I explain the way people find comfort in Norman’s watchful gaze, even though most would consider it creepy? How do I characterise someone enough that they could figure out who Norm’s favourite Disney Princess would be? That they could pick up on the little random quirks some characters have? The way Malice and Allison Angel clasp their hands the way Toon Alice would? The way every time Projectionist says a swear word, it’s in Sammy’s voice? How Jacob, despite being chaotic, truly is caring and welcomes all with open arms? The way Joey knew instinctively that Tom would love Bendy-Bot, and immediately brought him to Bendyland to show him? How Sammy and Susie share hair-care products because even though they don’t live together, they spend all their time at each other’s houses? How Jacob would emphasise calling Malice ‘Alice Angel’ because he knows that’s how she likes to be know? The way he treats every day like his job is to cause trouble, just cause that’s the way he is and he thinks he’s funny?

How do I express how characterised some of these people actually are in a drawing?

I dunno, I don’t think I ever will be able to.

Still, I love them all <3

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

So THIS is the "Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania" I've heard so much about!

SOMEWHERE ALONG THE PINE CREEK STATE TRAIL THROUGH THE GRAND CANYON OF PENNSYLVANIA: For all of just under 60 miles between Jersey Shore and Wellston Junction in northern Pennsylvania, running alongside the rather enchanting Pine Creek, runs some former rail line converted into a multi-use trail which has become something of an area of cultish fascination.

Which some have taken to calling "the Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania" for as long as anybody can remember, even when there was still railroad track through the same. Even considering that the deepest point is between Tiadaghton and Darling Run, where two Pennsylvania State Parks, Colton Point (on the west bank) and Leonard Harrison (on the east bank), face each other at an elevation of some 1,500 feet above the valley floor (and, hence, the trail; the fall view from Leonard Harrison State Park is said to be especially spectacular).

So, at any rate, this particular morning, one dappled heavily in mist and some fog, our particular crew, stoked up with some breakfast at a modest little diner in Jersey Shore, chose to pedal our way through such a spectacular chasm as Pine Creek Gorge. What pretty much attracted us was the rather gentle grade on a packed gravel trail, not to mention what some might call the clean coolness of the gorge at its most spectacular. The morning may have started on the cool side, but the mist started burning off about five miles into the trail ... and the early crowd on the trail, be they hiking or biking, somehow couldn't believe such characters on a biking excursion on such an undiscovered gem most spectacular for east of the Mississippi River and barely into the Alleghennies--heavens to Burton Holmes!!!

But it was at Tiadaghton, the southern gateway into the canyon, at a coffee place popular with trail users, that no less than half a dozen bikers sharing the experience, as well as a few hiking it, were stunned by our presence, many perhaps wondering themselves who we were and where they recognised us from. But the biggest draws, you might say, were yours truly, Wally Gator and Magilla Gorilla--especially when it came to requests for selfie poses. (But then, not to be outdone, Huckleberry Hound and Yogi saw their share of selfie requests.) And as if fellow trail users surprised by our presence wasn't interesting enough a draw, Huck admitted that the main purpose for the stop at Tiadaghton was for bottled water. More specifically, such with added electrolytes; even with a gentle little grade, biking it through the Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania can be demanding in its own way, even if Huck had to advise against consuming it all in one swig.

And what could have been some of the easiest going than through the canyon itself, trying all of us not to look like jerks even as fellow bikers ogled at us on the ride through and alongside Pine Creek. I do swear that at least one biker, who swore he was from Philadelphia, nearly fell off his bicycle at the sheer sight of Magilla Gorilla in particular, demanding selfies even (and Magilla offering a banana to the afflicted biker)!

"And to think I was once offered as a novelty at Peebles' Pet Store!" was how Magilla explained it as our company pulled into the quaint little town of Ansonia, where we found Squiddly Diddly at the controls of our motorhome outside the local park; Squiddly drove said motorhome between Jersey Shore and Ansonia as the rest of us were on the trail ... and just be thankful the drive over wasn't wasted, though Squiddly acknowledged adding some powdered Gatorade to some bottled water to stay hydrated alongside a breakfast burrito from a modest little convenience store.

Next stop: Across the line into New York state, the Finger Lakes wine country even!

@warnerbrosentertainment @haiyis-dark-void @jellystone-enjoyer @xdiver71 @archive-archives @thebigdingle @themineralyoucrave @thylordshipofbutts @screamingtoosoftly @warnerbros-blog1 @joey-gatorman @theweekenddigest @iheartgod175 @warnerbrosent-blog

[topazy]

Inside, outside

Pairings: 10k x reader, Addy Carver x sister reader

Warning: Swearing, mentions of blood

Chapter: 3.02

“Tommy stop!” You giggled. “We need to go, before someone comes looking for us.”

Before putting his shoes back on, 10k kisses you from your collar bone to your neck and then lips. You shake your head, laughing. When you stand up, you notice something on the ground. “Hey, did you see this?”

10k wraps his arm around your waist and looks down over your shoulder. “See what?”

“This,” you tap your foot on the words carved into the concrete. It looked like someone had written a letter, “I wonder what it says. It’s probably a message for someone they care about.”

“Probably,” 10k said as he kissed your cheek. “We should go.”

—

“I'm telling you, Doc, he’s alive!”

Doc gave you a sympathetic look, “I cared for the kid as well, and I still wish he was here… but we need to accept he’s not.”

“But-”

Addy gives you a look, telling you to drop it. You puff out your cheeks, repressing what you wanted to say. You’d been trying to convince them both that 10k might still be alive, but neither of them were convinced. You could tell your sister was growing frustrated with you, but you couldn’t drop it.

“He can’t be far,” Sun Mei says, looking down at the device in her hand. It showed her roughly where Murphy was. “Less than 500 meters, straight ahead.”

You walked towards the location on the electronic map and looked around for signs of Murphy, but the street was deserted aside from your group. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

Seconds later, a Z runs towards your group, and you watch as Addy kills it with her whacker. She looks down at it, “Oh damn.”

The Z had the transponder Sun Mei had been using to track Murphy sticking out of its chest. He’d figured out he was being followed. When the others started walking ahead, you bent down and inspected the black beaded necklace around its neck. It was identical to the one 10k wore. If 10k was alive and with Murphy, he’d need to be smart in letting you know it was him without the ‘saviour’ figuring it out. You grab the necklace and shove it into your pocket.

“Is it me or Murphy getting smart?”Warren asks, sounding concerned.

You scoff. “That thought is even scarier than running from the dead. What’s next?”

“We gotta keep moving until we can’t. Gotta be something we can find for fuel.” Warren walked ahead, leading you to a road with multiple abandoned cars on it. “All right, everyone, you know the routine.”

Sun Mei gave you a questioning look. You smiled, “We look for useful shit and try not to get killed.”

As expected, no one found anything useful in the abandoned cars.

—

“Look alive everyone, puppies and kittens,” Warren says, drawing her gun.

You have your bow and arrow ready by the time you reach a blue van surrounded by Z’s trying to claw their way into it. You are about to shoot, but the man inside the van begs you to stop. “No. Don’t hurt them! For gods sake don’t hurt them!”

“Did he just say don’t hurt the zombies?” Doc asks, confused.

“Don’t mercy them! They’re just a little riled up! Hang on.” The man opens the window and throws a piece of meat out onto the opposite side of the road. “Look a treat, go get it.” Once the Z’s are distanced, he jumps out of the van. “Wally Becker, USA Postal Service Follow me if you want to live.”

You follow the man into a car park. “You’ve only got a minute before they find you again. Now, what do you want?”

“We are looking for a place to find fuel and water.”

“I might be able to help you. On one condition. No zombie killing.”

“Seriously?” Warren looked taken aback by his request.

“I have my reasons. Besides, these walkers are too slow to be any real threat,” he points to the slow walking sound coming in your direction. “You’d have to be an idiot to get killed by any of them! So no piking, no shooting, no mercy of any kind.”

You were starting to think this man was insane. No person in their right mind would want the dead roaming so freely around them. You’d need one hell of a reason to keep the dead alive.

Your group agreed to no killing, and Wally led you towards a building that he said was the safest in town.

—

“Do you live here alone?” You ask.

Wally had led you into a post office surrounded by Z’s trying to claw their way in. He assured your group that it was the safest place in town.

“Oh, I’m never alone,” he smiles. “I’m always surrounded by my friends and neighbors.”

Addy looked at Wally as if he’d grown a second head. “You’re aware that your friends and neighbours want to eat your brains, right?”

Frowning, you nudged Addy with your elbow. It was obvious he was lonely and sought comfort in the dead being around. Wally explained that the Z’s were all once loved people, and he didn’t have the heart to show mercy.

“We’ve all had people that we love turn,” your sister says. “Mercy’s better.”

You felt sad hearing how Wally opened up undelivered Christmas cards whenever he needed a cheer up. It helped him feel closer to the people who are gone.

At Sun Mei’s request, Wally agreed to show her the way to the city motor pool so she could look for a two-way radio.

—

You, Doc, and Addy go with Sun Mei to look for the radio, while Warren and Hector help Wally repair his mail van.

“This must be the place,” Doc says, opening the door to an office inside a Portacabin.

A Z runs out of the small building. You, Doc, and Addy attempted to restrain it and tie it up instead of showing mercy, but Sun Mei shot it in the head.

“We have work to do,” she says sternly before sitting down in front of the radio.

You watch awkwardly as Addy and Sun Mei begin to argue over who they should contact. Addy argues that contacting citizen z would be better than Sun Mei’s crew since they had been of zero help so far. You did agree with Addy, but didn’t have the energy to get involved in an argument. Doc pulls your sister back before she’s able to do anything violent to the doctor.

The room is tense as Addy paces back and forth and Sun Mei continues to fiddle with the radio. You and Doc exchange glances every so often, but neither of you says anything.

Sun Mei suddenly backs away from the radio when classical music starts coming from it. “They can’t do that,” she sobs. “They can’t. Goddamn it, no.”

You kneel down beside her, “What’s going on?”

“It’s a signal. A code used only when all other means of communication have failed… it means it’s over. The missions been aborted. Everyone’s dead.”

“How much power do you have left?” Addy asks.

“What difference does it make? There’s nobody there to hear us.”

You cut in, seeing the frustration building up again on Addy’s face. “You should let me try and contact citizen z, okay?”

Reluctantly she moves and lets Addy take her place at the radio. Immediately, your sister changes the dials and tries to reach him. “Citizen Z? This is Addison Carver and operation bite mark. Do you read me?”

Before she’s able to get a reply, the transmitter runs out of battery.

—

You watch confused as a horde of Z’s ignores your group completely and chases after Wally. “I don’t understand. There are six of us making noise and they only care about him. Is it because he feeds them?”

“No,” Warren shakes her head. “Something else is going on. We need to have a better look at Mr. Postman.”

—

Hector and Warren interrogate Wally as to why the Z’s only chase him. He says it’s because they love him deep down, but nobody believes that aside from him. The only other time you’d seen the dead chase after someone like that before was Murphy. After checking him for bite marks, Sun Mei takes a sample of his blood and uploads the results to one of her devices.

“Any?”

“Negative. He hasn’t been bitten. Everything else is within normal levels. We’ll need to run another blood panel. Look for exposure to other vaccines. Maybe another disease is a cofactor.”

“I don’t know who you people are,” Wally says, his voice shaking with fear. “But you’ve got your gas. I’ll give you food, but then you’ve got to go.”

“He’s right,” you say, looking directly at Sun Mei.You can’t just go around sticking needles into everyone because you feel like it.”

She glared at you before looking at the postal man, who was visibly shaken. Crazy or not, this was still Wally’s home. He had helped your group, just for him to be questioned and treated like a criminal. It wasn’t fair.

Warren speaks up, “Lead the way to the food, then we will go.”

—

You study the Z’s trying to get inside while the others look for food, and notice they all have bullet wounds on the top of their stomachs. Strange. You turn just as Sun Mei goes to check the next blood results.

“Let me guess, your test came back negative,” Wally says, stepping forward while pointing a gun at the doctor.

Shit. How could you be so wrong? so gullible to believe he was just an innocent, lonely man.

“The Z’s don’t follow you because of anything in your blood, do they?”

“I tried to tell you, but now I’ll just need to show you,” he says with a crooked smile.

—

‘Wally’ forces you and Sun Mei into a building further down the street with a gun pointed at your backs. When you enter a locked room, a vile smell fills your nostrils.

“It smells like death here.”

When Wally turns on the lights, you almost let out a scream. It was a butchery full of dead human bodies. “What is this place?”

“I believe the correct term is abattoir. That means slaughterhouse.”

“We know what it means,” you hiss. “It means you are fucking insane.”

He chuckled. “Says who? You? You are the one looking for a blue messiah.” He points back to the cut-up bodies behind him. “These aren’t my people, these are all strangers sent here by fate like the both of you. They died so my friends could live. A source of brains other than my own for them to eat.”

The man who claimed to be Wally tells you how he shot every man, woman, and child in the heart so he could watch them turn.

When the man points his gun at Sun Mei, she throws a class jar at him to distract him while you unlock the door with your knife. You unlock the door, letting the growling Z’s on the other side in while you and Sun Mei hide until it is safe to leave.

You grab the keys he’s dropped onto the bloodied ground, “Come on, let’s go.”

—

You unlock the door to the post office, letting the rest of your group out.

“I’m so glad you're alive,” Warren says, hugging you. You smile as Doc and Addy join the hug. “That man is crazy and killed everyone in here.”

“He’s dead,” Sun Mei deadpanned.

“You killed him?”

“Kinda…” you stand back. “Let’s just say he’s definitely popular with his friends and neighbours now.”

[uncpanda]

Four Plus One

AN: Idk if requests are still open or if I missed my shot but I really love your dc writing, especially for Dick, would you maybe write one of those “4 times he knew he loved you, and the 1 time he said it” type fics?

Requested by: @orahnay

One: 

The first time Dick thinks he loves you, is when he calls to cancel a date. It’s the fourth cancellation in a row, and it’s been two weeks since you’ve seen each other. He sighs before he makes the call. He’s certain that this is going to be the one where you end things. He can’t blame you. He isn’t exactly excelling in the boyfriend department, and you don’t know about the whole superhero thing. He bets you think he’s cheating. 

Your voice is cheerful when you pick up, and his stomach sinks because he knows this is the end. “Dick? Is everything okay?” 

“I am so sorry.” 

“You have to cancel?” 

“Yes.” He closes his eyes and waits for it. 

“Okay.” 

His eyes flash open, “Okay?” 

You can hear the laugh on the other end, “Dick, you’re a cop and you have a large family. If you wanted to break things off, you would have stopped calling and texting. Plus, I’ve been so busy with work, a night to myself doesn’t sound half bad. No offense.” 

“Can I interest you in breakfast tomorrow morning?” 

“Pick me up at 9?” 

“Sounds good.” 

When he hangs up he looks over at his teammates who are staring at him in shock. It’s Wally who asks, “Where the hell did you find her, and does she have a sister?” 

Two: 

Dick is certain he loves you around six months into your relationship. Not once have you given him crap over canceling plans or showing up late. He still hasn’t told you he’s Nightwing, even though he’s gotten his family’s blessing. He plans to tell you, he really does, but first he needs to actually introduce you to his family. 

He knows they’re strange to outsiders. They bicker and fight, and no one is really sure how or when the weapons will make an appearance, but he knows they will. Still, you’re all smiles as he nervously leads you into the manner. He nearly bangs his head into a wall when the two of you enter and Bruce and his brothers are just standing there dressed in nice clothes, and a smiling Alfred is with them. When they all greet you as one, his eye actually starts to twitch.

You make it through dinner without too much of an incident. Damian draws a knife at one point when Tim makes a crack about him, but Jason is quick to disarm him before you see. The irony. You leave with him that night  and say, “Your family is weird. The good kind, where you can tell they care even though they bicker. It’s nice.” 

He kisses you, and vows he’ll never let you go. 

Three:

The night Dick tells you he’s Nightwing, he’s a mess. You’ve been together for over a year, and living together for seven months. He tries to cook you dinner, he burns it. Alfred brings a back up, and orders him to not lose you. He puts un slacks, and a button down, and sets the table. 

You come home, and when you enter you stop in your tracks. “What’s going on?”

“I have something to tell you.” 

Your eyes sweep over the setting and grin, “I was wondering why you were insisting on dinner tonight.” 

He blurts it out before he can persuade himself otherwise, “I’m Nightwing.” 

You blink several times, “I know.” 

His eyes go wide, “You know?” 

“Yep.” 

His hands go to his hips, “Since when?”

“About three weeks into the relationship. I went over to your place to confront you about all the missed dinners and saw you sneaking out of your window. I put two and two together.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” 

“It was your story to tell.” 

And Dick will be damned if he doesn’t swear to himself that he’s going to marry you one day.

Four: 

Dick is never more certain of his love for you, as he is the day he marries you. It isn’t a big fanfare. In fact, you’re the only two people there. The world is quite literally going to hell, and he’s about to race towards death. By some miracle, you agree to marry him before he does. 

You wear a white sundress, and a pair of heels. It’s so far outside of what you deserve, and he can’t help but think, that if he was a better man . . . he’d let you go. But he’s not that man. So, he says his wedding vows in a pair of jeans and a button down, kisses you and races towards sudden death. 

When he comes home two days later, you’re fast asleep. He’s quick to shower, and press a kiss to your hair. He whispers the words to you. Despite being married and having been together for nearly two years he’s never said them to you consciously. He’s declared he can’t live without you, he’s told you you mean more than the world to him, and a hundred other declarations, but he’s never said, “I love you.” 

Plus One: 

You’re exhausted, covered and sweat and on the verge of falling asleep. Dick can’t blame you. After everything he’s seen and done, he thinks that this might be the most amazing. He looks down at the little blue bundle in his arms: his son. Twenty-hours ago this little guy had been growing inside of you; now he was out in the world. If Dick has his way, he’ll never put the baby down. 

He glances at you, you’re smiling at him from the hospital bed. 

“You are officially the most amazing person I’ve ever met.” 

You grin, “Millions of women have done this before Dick.” 

“Yeah, but this time it was you and our baby. We’re parents.” 

“Freaky, right?” 

Dick laughs, and the baby starts to stir. He’s quick to bounce the baby, and calm him before he can start crying. It’s a prayer in the dark, because he has no idea what he’s doing. You pat the side of the bed, and he moves to sit down next to you. 

You lean over and kiss the top of your son’s head. Dick smiles down at you. Your brow furrows, “What?” 

“I love you, you know that right?” 

You giggle, “It took you three years, a wedding, and a baby to say those words.” 

“Y/N . . .” 

“I love you too, you dork.” 

He leans over and kisses you, and your son starts to cry, Dick leans his head down and kisses his forehead, “And we love you Alfred John Grayson.” 

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pleeease can we have more teacher barry au? or kidfic? my crops are dying

Alright, sorry for the slight delay on this one, but please know that you're a menace and I kept thinking about it and then I wrote this for you all in one sitting.

It's both teacher!Barry (though still set in the canon universe!) and coldflash kidfic. <3 I just put it up as a prequel to "good cop, bad cop" on ao3, since I guess it technically is that? Although, if you guys have opinions about what order the series should be in, I'd interested to hear it!

“Barry?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve got something in your hair.”

Barry hid a wry grin, and glanced over at Len—at least, glanced as far in his direction as he could manage. Two small hands were holding his head still, though Henry did let go of one handful of Barry’s hair to reach out when Len stepped around the coffee table and stood in front of them.

“Alright, kid.” Len bent down and hoisted Henry off Barry’s shoulders, and both of them ignored Barry’s indignant yelp when Henry didn’t quite remember to let go of Barry with his other hand in time. “I like the hair too, but he’s gotta move his head to”—Len propped Henry on his hip and reached out to steal the top page from the stack of papers in front of Barry—“grade pop quizzes.”

“Those are midterms.” Barry stretched, then tipped his head to one side with a muffled crack.

“Then you’re going easy on them.” Len took advantage of his distraction to hand the paper to Henry, who scrunched it in his hand with a broad smile.

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“Len!” Barry recovered the paper in a sweep of yellow lightning, and Len traced his trajectory from the fading after-image even as Barry tried to smooth out the test on the arm of the couch.

“So feet on the coffee table are allowed when the Flash does it?”

“Language,” Barry reminded him, without looking up.

Henry, ever the trooper, was taking the loss of his prize in stride, and Len rewarded him by bending his knees to let him reach for the next paper in the stack.

“Leonard.”

“He’s working on his reading.”

“He’s eighteen months old.”

Len read the upside-down paper Henry was offering to him. “Another year for whoever’s test this was, they might be at his level.”

Barry got the same ruffled look he always did when he was torn between defending his students and agreeing with every hyperbolic praise Len had for their son. Eventually, he landed on, “You’re not helping.”

“I disagree.” Len accepted the paper from Henry, turned it right-side up, and finished skimming it. “You’ve got a typo in question three. That’s why they’re all putting ‘hydrogen.’”

Barry yanked the exam back, despite having a stack of identical ones on the table in front of him. His eyes went wide as he looked over it at Flash speed, and then he said a word that made Len cover one of Henry’s ears with his free hand and tut.

“You shape the minds of the next generation with that mouth?”

Barry wasn’t listening, too busy dragging his hand down his face, his fingers ending up in an annoyed fist over his mouth.

“Can you please,” he said slowly, evenly, with the couples-shrink-approved, conflict-management voice that always made Len smirk, “give Henry his snack.”

“With pleasure.”

Barry leveled him a glare, but it was without heat, and he tilted his chin up in a clear request for a kiss when Len passed behind the couch again.

Len obliged. He could feel some of the stress drain out of Barry’s shoulders when he drew his fingertips over the edge of Barry’s jaw with the hand not still supporting Henry.

“Hi,” Barry murmured when Len pulled back, at least a full minute later than he’d intended. “Missed you.”

“I was gone an hour.”

Barry’s answering smile was crooked, with an unabashed dimple that Len refrained from tracing his thumb over; he had a reputation to protect. “You know, you could just say it back sometimes.”

“Fine.” Len smirked as he tweaked a cowlick that Henry had left in Barry’s hair. Then he met Barry’s gaze, all false sincerity, and drawled, “Hi.”

Barry rolled his eyes. He couldn’t hide the wry smile even when he turned his head away for a second, though, and he gave Len a playful glare. “You know I meant—“

“Hi!”

For a second, neither of them moved. Then Barry reeled back with something like panic in his eyes, alarmingly contagious, based on the way Len’s heart tripped into fourth gear. “Did he just—“

Len hoisted Henry up to sit on the edge of the couch, and they both stared at him. He ignored them both for a few moments, small hand squishing the cushion before he watched it slowly expand back to its original shape. Then he noticed their eyes on him, and looked up with a beatific smile. “Hi!”

Barry was off the couch in a bolt of lightning, then back a heartbeat later with his phone out, talking so fast he was nearly incomprehensible. “Twice, Joe, I swear, he looked right at us—“

Len got a glimpse of Detective West’s patient expression on the phone screen as Barry waved it toward Henry. “Barr, you said that the last three times. I told you, kids talk when they’re ready. Iris didn’t say a word until she was—“

Barry turned the phone and held the screen out to Henry. Len bit back a reflexive objection; they’d agreed, no screens until he was five (and it’d be eighteen if Len had his way).

Henry reached out for the phone, all Barry’s reckless confidence when confronted with anything new.

Tinny over the speakerphone, West’s voice said, weary but unflaggingly affectionate, “Hi, Henry.”

Barry let Henry have the phone—and that time, Len did shoot him a look—and Henry flattened a tiny palm over West’s face on the screen. Then he tilted his head thoughtfully, lifted his hand, and chirped a delighted, “Hi!”

Barry swept him up with a rush of static that made Henry shriek with laughter, phone forgotten in an instant. Barry deposited them both at Len’s side with a breathless grin, and Len didn’t quite manage to disguise his own smile as a smirk when they looked up at him in unison. West’s voice was still coming from somewhere nearby, but Barry could fish the phone out from between the cushions later. For now, Barry was getting suspiciously bright-eyed, and Len lifted Henry out his arms before Barry could set the kid off crying, too.

“Who had ‘hi?’” he asked. He ruffled Henry’s hair, already overdue for a cut, dark and curling up at the ends. Henry only allowed it a moment before he started to fuss, his snack clearly not forgotten despite the excitement.

“Iris,” Barry hiccuped. He wiped the heel of his hand over both cheeks, then said, “She had ‘hi’ and ‘bye.’ She’s gonna be insufferable.”

“She’s gonna be rich,” Len countered. “Mick put ten grand on ‘Flash.’”

Barry shook his head on a laugh. “You did explain to him that we’re specifically not letting people say that in front of him? Given the whole”—he gestured, with a glimmer of lightning that distracted Henry into a fresh smile—”child’s grasp of a secret identity?”

“And deprive the pool of his ill-gotten gains?” He passed Henry back to Barry and tapped him on the tip of his nose. “Never.”

“She’s just gonna put it in a college fund.”

Len hummed, and didn’t mention the account he’d already placed a quarter mil into at the credit union downtown.

Barry’s eyes narrowed all the same. “What was that?”

“What was what, dear?” Len leaned hard on the pet name, flat and sarcastic, but he knew even before Barry straightened up that it wouldn’t work.

“That ‘hmmm.’ That was an I’m-not-telling-you-something ‘hmmm.’”

Len was saved by the bell, literally.

Someone leaned hard on the buzzer to the front door. A second later—and utterly predictably, given the number of metas in the family Len had married into—Wally West phased through the door, bouncing on his toes and looking around the room before he even finished setting Iris on her feet.

“Joe says Iris won,” he said.

Barry tore his suspicious gaze away from Len to blink over at the new arrivals. “Joe knew about the pool?”

“People on six different earths knew about the pool, Barr,” Iris said. She leaned on Wally as she toed out of her work heels. “Now, give me my favorite nephew. Can you say, ‘journalism school,’ Henry?”

Barry let her scoop Henry out of his arms, his brow still furrowed. “Wait, six different earths? How much was in the pool?”

He sounded a hair indignant, and Len took the opportunity to snake an arm around his waist and pull him back against his chest.

“Say the word,” he murmured against Barry’s ear, smiling when he felt him shiver. “I’ll get you triple by dinner.”

He felt Barry’s heart speed up where his back was pressed against him, and Len nipped the shell of his ear to cement his victory.

“No felonies,” Barry reminded him, but his voice was breathless, and he didn’t disentangle himself from Len’s arms.

“Mm, forgot again,” Len lied. “How about we send Iris and Wally to show Henry’s first word to Joe in person, and I make it up to you?”

A blush was climbing steadily up Barry’s neck, and he’d already shown his hand when he said, “The midterms. Progress reports go out Friday, I have to—“

“Telling me the fastest man alive can’t grade a stack of ninth grade chemistry tests before third period tomorrow?”

“They’re for my AP class,” Barry gasped, and he caught Len’s hand where he’d been tracing his fingers down Barry’s stomach. But he cleared his throat, then said, “Iris? Maybe you wanna bring Henry to the station? It would make Joe’s day.”

Iris gave him a knowing look, but her eyes were warm when she shared her smile with Len. “Mm. I bet it’ll make someone’s day.”

“Singh’s, probably,” Wally said, where he’d been drawing increasingly elaborate flowers of static out of the speed force for Henry’s fickle amusement. Then he glanced up. “Oh. Oh, you meant—yeah. Alright. I’ll grab the diaper bag. And congrats, you guys. On the first word, not the—“

Iris patted his arm and interrupted with, “The station, Wally?”

Wally ducked his head on a nod and gave them both a sheepish grin.

“Make sure your father doesn’t arrest my sister,” Len said. “She’ll show up as soon as she gets the intel out of Cisco.”

“No promises,” Iris said. “But I’ll give him the heads up. Bye, boys.”

The after-image of Wally’s lightning hadn’t even dissipated when Barry dropped his back against Len’s shoulder, one foot tapping rapidly. “Are we bad parents?”

Len nosed at the corner of Barry’s jaw and slid his fingers under the hem of his shirt. “No.”

“Maybe we should—should’ve, uh, reinforced it, more. He might get—confused. He said ‘hi,’ but we—oh my god, did we even say ‘bye?’ Len—“

Len spun Barry and pushed him back against the couch, then kissed him to distract him from looking anxiously at the front door. “You’re overthinking this.”

“I’m overthinking this,” Barry agreed. “No, I’m not. Len, his snack—“

“There are snacks at the station. Joe has a drawer full of Cheerios.”

Barry slid a hand through his hair, gave one last jittery look toward the door, and then slumped back against the couch with a laugh. “You’re better at this than me.”

“Already did it once,” Len said, smoothing the worry out of Barry’s brow with the pad of his thumb. “And look how Lisa turned out.”

It didn’t land the way Len had aimed it to. Barry gave him a warm smile instead of an alarmed look, and Len had to tick his gaze away for a break from the earnestness in that expression.

“Yeah,” Barry said. “Yeah, okay. Now maybe we could, uh, stop saying our family members’ names for a little while?”

Len rolled his eyes, but he allowed Barry a brief smile as he hooked his fingers in the front of his belt. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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iridescent shimmer

It is said that the smell of Amortentia differs from person to person.

For Dickinette February 2021 Day 1 - Potion

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There are certain things that are forbidden in Hogwarts’ grounds. Whether the students – and the staffs – subscribes to those, however, is another discussion entirely.

That is the long answer. The short answer is a resounding “Nope!” – which, figures.

Thus, getting his hands on Amortentia is no hardship. Less, when it is the ingredients that need to be seek out rather than the potion itself.

And Dick, himself, is more than a layman when it comes to potions. He earned that E through blood and sweats, thank you very much.

The thick, iridescent liquid in the tiny cauldron that Garth snuck into his robes before the six of them tiptoeing through the darkened and empty hallways toward the girl’s bathroom on the second floor, bubbles. The spiraling smoke is telling and were there a member of the staffs in the vicinity, they would be disciplined immediately.

Except, there was no one but the six of them – the bash sibling trope exists for a reason and each and every one of them would rather suffer through losses of limbs and the likes before coughing up even insignificant details on their criminalizing acts.

“You know, I thought it would be harder,” Donna breaths, peering over his shoulder to peek at the freshly-boiled potion, “The strongest love potion, considered to be banned in various places and our Boy Wonder wiped it up in an abandoned bathroom.”

“Eh, it’s not exactly abandoned,” Lilith shrugs, “The spirits haunting this place have places to be tonight so they aren’t around.”

It is not like the supernatural is strange in this world of theirs – there are quite a number of spirits and other creatures and cryptids in and around the school. But, this is Lilith.

“Lilith,” the air is so still and Dick swears he can feel a chill running down his spine, “What did you do?”

Roy murmurs something that sounds suspiciously like “What didn’t Lilith do?” but Donna elbows him, effectively shushing him into silence. Wally, on the other hand, is snickering softly while Dick is on the brink of having a headache.

“Oh, you know,” Lilith drawls, twirling a lock of hair around her finger, “A little bird told me so…”

That can be either metaphorically or literally, with the amount of talking animals around here. Knowing Lilith, nothing is impossible.

“Let’s just shelf this for a later time,” Donna suggests tentatively before her eyes get that mischievous glint, “There is a reason we gathered here. Let’s get the show on the road, people!”

Hopefully this does not blow up in their collective faces. You know, like their first time with Polyjuice…

(It did not, exactly, blow up in anyone’s face. Or maybe it is not time for it to blow up yet.

Dick is more concerned about the familiar scent that he got from a wisp of Amortentia: a little bit of sweetness and warmth like snuggling under the blanket with his parents. There is this vague feeling that he has smelled this scent before yet his mind seems to draw a blank whenever he thinks of it.

It is during the usual Care of Magical Creatures class that his mind jolts at the faint wisp of that nostalgic scent.

“You are early today,” his deskmate, Marinette, graces him with a smile that seems almost amused, “And for once, not napping under the desk.”

Well...)