#blue mushroom wally

[knuxss]

Some wally au drawings i drew for tiktok, posting them here for better quality as tiktok doesnt do me any good with them

Only the last two au's belong to me

The others:

Watcher: @/Deadlyeyez on tiktok

Rf: @/Dodozoi17 on tiktok

Grayscale: @sweetest-honeybee

Red wally: @/licoricecookie1 on tiktok

[frango-maconheiro]

Welcome Home

Wally Darling x GN ! reader

reader is a fluffy moth puppet with deficient wings. they can move their wings but can't fly.

♡ From deep in the forest ♡

☆ I appreciate criticism, ideas, and your opinions. ☆

Trigger Warning: none

🌼 while you were looking for shiny stuff to decorate your new cave, you heard a noise, thinking that it was a new cute bug to add as a new pet, you went in the noise direction, but as you got closer, you started to hear that voices, but you were still curious, so you kept walking, only to find a group having a picnic. they all looked like very close friends, and bunch of social butterflies, but you're not their friend and neither are you social nor a butterfly, so you chose to ignore them and go on with your day.

🌼 finally, you had done almost every task of the day. You just needed to pick some berries, and then you could go back home and make a delicious soup to feed you and your bugs. it was starting to get cold. you looked up to see dark grey clouds getting closer. you hate going out on rainy days.

🌼 you wrap your wings around your body and go inside your cave to grab your little bag to go on your way. You always make trails, just in case of rain, because when it's raining, it gets harder for you to wander around, and that's why you hate going out on rainy days.

🌼 while you were picking some berries, you heard something behind. you looked behind just to see that it was a blue ball. you haven't traveled to buy a ball to play, maybe you could take this one and play with your bugs.

🌼 but even if you wanted to have the ball all for yourself, you remembered that whoever lost it, is very close to you, and you could get in trouble, so you got very close to the ball and kicked it hard in the air to the direction it came from. some seconds later, you heard a startled voice echoate in the distance. "aack!!" oopsy, looks like it hit someone. At least they got their ball back. you start heading out to your cave because you've already gotten all the berries you needed.

🌼"Are you okay, Wally??" Julie asked while offering her hand to help him up. the ball they were playing with just had gotten in the forest, and when they were about to start entering to go find it, it came flying right at Wally's face! "Yes, but that hurt." Wally responded, rubbing his face with his eyes closed. "i didn't know one of our neighbors liked to explore the woods." he said, staring at the direction where the ball came from, interested in this new, mysterious person around.

🌼 three days after that, when you went around to pick some mushrooms, you heard some humming, and you're a curious little shit, so you went to see who it was and you were at awe, who is that man? he's shining , it's like he's some kind of fairy.

🌼 "For someone so small, this man surely is the most handsome person i've ever seen." you accidently said out loud, blushing from embarrassment right after, "Ha! Ha! Ha! Why thank you, i think you're quite the beauty yourself." Your blush was already strong, and now it got stronger.

🌼 "I am so sorry about that!" you exclaim, focusing your vision on the trees, feeling his stare. "oh don't worry, it's fine." he quickly tells you, you sigh, feeling a little less awkward but still nervous.

🌼 "i haven't seen you around, are you new, neighbor?" he asks, that catches your attention. you've never really interacted with anyone from the neighboorhood so you're a little skeptical, but still, you tell him about the fact that you've lived here for quite a long time and just haven't had the courage to talk with anyone.

🌼 he seems surprised about that, offering to show you around the neighboorhood and introduce you to the others, you tell him you would think about it and say you have to go home already.

🌼 you guys exchange looks before you go back, still feeling his stare on your back until you completely disappear from his view. now you have someone to talk to, isn't that awesome?

☆ I feel like this one was pretty weak.

I had a solid idea for this one, but I just wasn't able to write it the way I wanted, yk?

if y'all want, I can try to write that idea i had in mind.

yhe idea was that the the reader was going to be kinda of an antagonistic little shit that lives in the forest and starts having a crush on Wally, and it's like pretty obvious, but Wally thinks they are just being sweet. ☆

☆ what do you guys think? ☆

[chronicbeans]

Welcome Home Fae AU x Human Reader (Prologue? Concept?)

While trying to figure out what type of fae folk the other neighbors would be, I kinda came up with this idea if how an x Reader fic might start out. It only really has Wally and the Reader interact, since he is the only fae character I have made, and Eddie is stuck in the Fairy Realm. I just wanted to write it down before I lost it in all my other thoughts. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated! OwO

TW: Small Mention of Threatened Harm

You watch your father cradle the small baby in his arms, which, in all the years that it has spent in your family, has never grown at all. How many years has it been? Fifteen? Twenty? It doesn't matter exactly. It disturbs and saddens you that this baby, who was acquired before you were even born, has not grown an inch, while you are now an adult.

Your father sighs, rocking in his rocking chair. His hair is a mess and his shirt covered in dirt. "It will be okay, little fella," he says, letting the small babe in his arms grab onto his finger "the wet nurse should be here, soon. Mom may have left, but we can still feed you once the nurse arrives. Isn't that right, (Y/N)?" You weakly smile, nodding "Yeah. She should be here in a couple of minutes. Let me light some candles to warm you up, Liam. I know you don't like fire, so the candles will be a bit better than the fireplace." You hurry over, lighting a few candles as your father mutters a soft "Thank you, sweetie. That would be lovely."

Once you return with the candles, you set them down on the table near your father's rocking chair. He hums, seemingly trying to soothe the now crying baby in his arms. Then, he looks over to you as he asks "Did I ever tell you why I never leave Liam alone?" You nod in response "People want to hurt him, right? They want to hurt him because he never grows." "Yes... but there is more. You see-" the front door to your little cottage resounds as the nurse knocks on it. "I will tell you later. Would you be a dear and go pick some berries from the forest? Some mushrooms, too. I will make us some dinner to eat while we talk."

With that, you take your daily stroll through the woods. Your cartage is close to Faeshire, but not so close as to be able to see the village. There is no path to and from the village from your cottage, either. Your father explained it as a way to protect Liam from the people who wish to hurt him. He even said that it was why he left his mother. She wanted to hurt him, too. The only situation you have heard about that is similar to Liam's is... well, fae folk got involved somehow and messed things up. Despite this, it is clear that your father loves Liam very much, despite his oddities. Who wouldn't? Liam is so sweet and has done nothing wrong...

You are so lost in though, you didn't realize that you were also physically lost in the woods. You look left and right, unable to spot your cottage or Faeshire. You do, however, see a berry bush nearby, deciding that you might as well check them out. They... LOOK edible, but you have never seen them before. Neither have you seen the oddly colored mushroom ring a few feet from the bush, or the singular apple tree a few feet further. Stepping closer the the strange ring, you instantly recognize it as a fairy ring. Blues, reds, yellows and even purples and greens all dust the mushroom tops. You stand a few feet away from the fairy ring, knowing full well that it acts as a transport to the Fairy Realm.

A rustle in the apple tree catches your attention. You look up, expecting to see a squirrel getting ready for winter. It is late autumn, after all. Instead, you see a pair of dark eyes peering through the leaves, as well as a few specks of yellow and blue peeking through. Letting out a yelp, you step back a few paces, causing a snicker to emit from whatever is in the tree. "Hello, human!" A monotone voice says, followed by a few more rustles as the creature climbs down the tree to a lower branch.

Within moments, you finally get to see what it is. A man... no... thing is sitting on a branch. Its yellow skin contrasts its blue hair, which has a few tree branches seemingly tangled or growing alongside it, neatly styled alongside the hair itself. The large, dark eyes stare you down as it grins, a set of pearly white teeth seeming out of place for this clearly inhuman creature. You point to it, your hand shaking as you ask "You are a fae, right? What are you" "Wally Darling, dear human! Do not be afraid. I'm a simple dryad. A kindly dryad. Much better than a pixie or a troll."

You relax slightly. Yes... The dryad are naturally kind, as long as you do not harm the trees. You haven't done so, so this dryad should be kind to you, right? Might as well shoot your shot and see if it can point you in the direction of home, or to Faeshire. Either one is good. "Okay... I am so sorry for asking, Wally, but... Can you help me home? I live in a cottage not far from Faeshire. I lost my way while searching for berries and mushrooms for my father. I am not asking for much more than a simple point of the finger towards either place." He leans back in the tree, resting his back against the bark of the trunk as his legs lie along a large branch. "Hmmm... That should be easy. Too easy. There is something else on your mind, I can tell. A little-big brother, perhaps?" Your eyes widen. How does he know?

He then chuckles as your expression, pointing to you "Here's a little deal for you, human! I know that you want help with his situation. I'll point you in the direction of your cottage, like you asked so kindly for. Once you get home, I'll give you... let's say three days to bring your little-big brother to me. After that, we shall make another deal that gives me something proper in return. The first two days should be spent getting both yourself and your brother prepared for the cold. Then, on the third, simply walk in a straight line through the woods, and I shall put you on course to this exact location. Got it?"

You stand as still as stone, staring up at him. This deal is a bad idea, you know for sure. Deals between humans and fae almost always go wrong. In fact, you are pretty sure they never go right for the human, which... well, you are the human in this deal. The sky is growing darker, though, and the cold is slowly seeping through your cloak to the very marrow of your bones. You didn't dress for the weather, due to only expecting to be out for an hour or so. Soon enough, when the sky goes pitch black with night, the air will freeze you as you wander blindly through the forest. Not only that, but this dryad seems determined to make a deal. Yes, the dryad's are naturally kind to good humans... but what if this one doesn't see you as kind? It may use whatever powers it has to make you even more lost if you don't agree.

"Okay... I agree." It grins, with a smile as wide and sly as a cheshire cat. "Good human. Now, let me see... Over there is the best path. It has the most edible berries and mushrooms, and will lead you straight to your cottage." It points somewhere behind you. As you take a few steps in the direction it pointed in, the dryad calls out "I'll be sure to keep you safe on your way." Then, you hear it scuttle back up its tree.

It was right, as within a mere minute, you have mysteriously arrived home, your basket full of berries and mushrooms and your father holding you tightly. "Never go missing like that again, (Y/N)! I was worried someone might have hurt you, or worse..." "Don't worry, dad. I was just a bit lost. On the bright side, I have brought us a lot of berries and mushrooms for dinner. I don't know what you would make with these... but whatever you make is fine."

You look down into your basket to count how many mushrooms you got, only to be surprised by an odd fruit in the basket. Picking it up, you see a nice, ripe, red delicious apple has somehow found its way into your basket.

[oceanlue]

Hello my children 💙

My name is oceanlue💧

I love anything in the color blue

}things I like{

Wally darling, technoblade, Yugioh, Yuurivoice, Transformers,Tmnt- teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Music,Drama,My family/friends, Harry potter,Food

}things I don't like{

Bullies

Peppers and brussel sprouts and mushrooms

Fighting

Choose between people

And all the bad things in life

What my page is 💙

My page doesn't have to be just yuurivoice I can write different things to. My page is basically a free place to ask for anything you would want me to write.

(I can draw and it is now open for requests)

}what I will write{

Lime

Smut

Lemon

Fluff

Angst

And spicy

}what I will not write{

Torture

Bimbo/himbo

yandere

kidnapping

drug use

Abuse

Some things about me💙

I have a family I love to eat Chinese food and I also have a favoritism to Tacos spaghetti and lasagna I am half German and also have Canadian as well as English and Native. I'm a mix

I love it when it starts to rain because rain is the calmest weather I always love.

I always wanted to be an animator on YouTube when I got older and hopefully soon I can make that dream come a reality.

My favorite beverage is Peace Tea sno berry flavor.

I do not like horror movies but I do love action movies.

I love to paint draw any kind of art I love.

And the man I hope to marry one day 💙❤

❤Auron⌚☕

Well that's all from Me peace out

💙💙💙

[picturejasper20]

Season 1 Amphibia lore stuff that could come back in season 3 B:

The Plantar family’s secret past

 Why did Hop Pop had a book that talked about the Calamity Box

 The Mossman and the blue butterflies in ¨Wally and Anne¨ (brought up again in ¨Olivia and Yunnan¨

Tritonio’s special sword from his family that he gave Anne. His arsenal inside his hideout. Him being able to train normal people.

Maddie’s knowing about magic and curses

Domino 2

The parasitic mushroom from episode ¨Children of the Spore¨ is still alive

The line ¨Angel of Death¨ to refer to Anne

Croaker’s past as secret spy

[pensandpencil]

Here is some season 1 lore i collected in my notes because i love knowing random lore

- Sprig is technically engaged to the baker’s daughter, he got an arranged marriage in exange for pizza dough she is creepy but nice and practices witchcraft but for good

- Tomato is sentinent and its plant will stack you

- The Plantars have a whole ass dungeon with a room dedicated to every ancestor in their family in their house’s basement

- Once a year for a whole day the frogs will get completely frozen

- Moss Man

- There is an underground library with a steampunk lock

- There is a hulk frog

- There is a canonical Italian restaurant which implies the existence of frog Italy

- There are two separate groups of cannibal frogs

- All tree of the Plantars were ready to die at a day's notice (that one episode with the red mushroom/disease)

- Red warts/ zits are considered beautiful between the frogs

- An old lady frog called mrs croaker is a spy??? And had an attempted murder

- The blue shell from Mario kart has a bug equivalent

- Hop Pop has disguised himself as a big mysterious strong frog to win a gokart game and is famous for winning there

- Hop pop did not deny having killed a man

- There is a fog called Barry who looks like the Summerween monster from gravity falls and he sells candy, practices witchcraft, got turned into a bird

- Anne got turned into a bird once

- Polly has sonic singing

- Wally is short for Walliam

Add your favorite pieces of lore!!

[cartoonbee13]

If the toad tower in reunion represents Sasha and Anne's friendship, then what if the tower in true colors represents the current state of the friendship. At least in reunion the tower was still standing barely, but in true colors it was completely gone in a blue explosion.

Now let's look at who did the exploding each time. In reunion it was Wally, the towns person who taught Anne to not care what others thought and to just be happy. There are instances of Sasha using the tactic of pushing others down using, what others might think, more specifically what she will think. Without that fear the (blue), exploding mushrooms make the tower fall.

Now for true colors it was King andrias using the calamity box to send a blue energy blast to explode the tower. This act was right after Marcy had her forced confession, making Sasha and Anne draw back, puting a strain on their friendship. Speaking of Anne and Sasha Anne ended their friendship near the beginning of the episode. So that bridge is burned to ashes. That friendship was doomed to fall with a bit of extra pressure and Anne even if she's the heart has been backstabed one to many times. In short the reason Anne said Sprig was her best friend was because the friendship she had with Marcy and Sasha had already exploded and crumbled to dust.

As a side note there seems to be a theme with the Toad towers, blue explosions and finales. Also there seems to be one more per finale, slightly worrying.

[sepublic]

When I first watched Swamp and Sensibility, I was a little confused as to why the mushroom just exploded like that, and initially dismissed it as cartoon exaggeration.

But then I remembered- The blue coloration, skulls, explosiveness, One-Eyed Wally! Those aren’t ANY mushrooms, those are BOOM SHROOMS- The same ones that leveled Toad Tower!

And that’s such neat, recontextualization of world building; The idea that One-Eyed Wally has Boom Shrooms because the Ribbiton family owns an entire acre of them! And these ones are huge, too; Not shroom-sized but TREE sized! Although it IS a bit concerning that there’s an entire acre of such giant Boom Shrooms right beside the Ribbiton Mansion, however;

There’s not much else but barbed wire separating them from anything that could set off the whole crop, and it takes only a good throw of a ball to cause an explosion! Coupled with the giant peacocks roaming about and the whole thing seems like a recipe for disaster! Maybe that’s the REAL reason Wally left home...

Also, given how explosive Boom Shrooms are, am I led to believe that the Ribbiton family makes a fortune selling those things? If so, that might make them the Amphibia equivalent to arms-manufacturers, which... YIKES. I can see One-Eyed Wally changing a thing or two once he’s in charge! Hopefully the Boom Shrooms are just for practical purposes like demolition, or the thrill of having an exotic crop...

[rotomgender-moved]

Runs in Our Family, Part two

Warnings: Ask To Tag, Injuries

Word Count: 2.3K

Part Two

The first thing N noticed was the sheer noise that we're coming from this group of children. Second, was the child on child violence going on-

Where are their parents? It made them confused and concerned for a moment, did they not have a chaperone? Who would trust children with pokemon on their own?

It was when he saw someone cowering in the corner that he realized, yes, they did have a chaperone. They've just dethroned the poor guy.

"Pl-ease calm yourselves!" The man squawked, "We can't have anyone getting hurt! Especially Wally, the poor boy is sickly enough!" As soon as the man's gaze met N's, he got up and quickly struttsd over with the grace of a swana. "Oh thank Arceus- can you please help out? Entertain them for a bit so I can set up lunch? The triplets and Mallow asked me to distract them, but they're treating me as a joke-"

"I'll help. My name is N."

"Thank you, oh thank you so much! My name is Wallace, I was a gym leader back in Hoenn." Wallace greeted with a relieved sigh. "Just give me a moment, I'm sure you can handle it for a few minutes. I just need to grab a change of clothes so these ones dont get dirtied, they're a bitch to handwash." He chuckled a little, patting N's shoulder and slipping by.

"... language." N muttered quietly. 

He felt eyes bearing into him as the room suddenly fell silent, Ruby spoke up.

"This is the guy with the white dragon Nate was talking about! All the cool pokemon that he can talk to!" The boy grinned, throwing his hands up.

"Uhm… Hello-?"

"He looks like a twig." A voice spoke up, one with that accent he couldn't place who paralyzed him. The little brats.

"Yeah… He- He looked like a mess-"

"Okay! Okay that's enough!" As Rosa and Nate approached, tugging Hugh behind them like a ragdoll, N snapped his head to them.

"Why did you tell them about the white dragon?" N hissed, giving the twins and their friend a glare. "You aren't meant to just-"

"Shut up, N, anyways!" Rosa continued. "He's sensitive, so don't touch him or be too loud. Or pull his hair, I got bit for that once."

"He bit you?" A gasp came from a blond girl playing with her tall, blue frog pokemon. 

"No, Ex, his Unphezant did. Wh- Why would he bite me?"

"Isn't he that guy that Bede nearly killed in the woods?" Ex said, and a gasp came from one of those kids, as though he had been personally offended. From how he looked, N assumed Bede was one of the kids on the boat in a fight.

"It was not me! It was Gloria and you all know it!" He spat. 

"It wasn't me, it was Victor!" Gloria hissed back. 

"It was me- stop fighting you aggressive dunces." Victor smacked the back of Gloria's head. "Sorry about that again, Mint-Boy."

N starred in awe at how fast all these kids started antagonizing each other. It was almost impressive how tense the energy in the room is. He looked down to Hugh.

"Is this how it always is?" 

"Yeeeaaaah, just about."

"Oh my…" N took in a sharp intake of breath as Wallace returned, immediately sighing in defeat. Wallce had this elegant energy tacked on him that was absolutely torn due to the rowdiness of all the kids. 

"Did they give you too much trouble?"

"No, they were distracted tearing each other apart."

"I see, well. How about you show off your pokemon, or battle one of them? I'm sure they'd appreciate the form of stimulation that isn't… Whatever Silver, Gold and Crystal do." He motioned his hand to a group of three. That foulmouthed redhead getting put in a headlock by a brunette boy. Who seemed to be playfully insulting him while a young girl kept score on a piece of paper.

"Yeah… I'll do that." N nodded, stepping towards the group while Wallace went to break up the rough housing between the three mineral-named children. He immediately was met by a small, frail green haired boy, who had a nervous smile and a cheerful wave.

"Hello, sir! I was told you could speak with pokemon. I wanted to ask if you could hear what my pokemon can say?"

"Oh, uh." N wasn't sure what to do, ever since he had left Team Plasma he had never been around so many people. He thought back on Zoroark's words. That talking to people would do him some good. "Yes, I can do that for you and… Whoever else wants me to." He promised, sitting down.

"I'm Wally, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Call me N."

He met many faces so quickly! Barry, the energetic boy with a Staraptor who seemed to have nearly the exact same spunk. Wally and his elegantly worded Gallade, who worked tirelessly to defend the boy. The endlessly smiling Hop and his gruff, aloof Dubwool, as well as learning that the four accented children are from a place called Galar. Ex and Wy, two twins with teams that seemed to completely mirror one another. The hot headed Silver and his Magnasium, who N believes that Zororak would get along wonderfully with. 

Seeing all these trainers and pokemon with such diverse personalities couldn't help but make him smile. Especially the grins that they got being able to know exactly what they're pokemon thought of them. Silver's reaction made him the most joyful, seeing the boy try to hide that toothy little grin and begin to ride on his grass types back, whispering to her and thanking her. It made N's heart swell, so much so that he had to return the favor and do as he promised Ruby.

He released nearly all of his team except one; Zoroark, Vanilluxe, Archen, Unphezant and Klinklang. Leaving the white dragon out of this. Some seemed unimpressed, having seen all of these pokemon before. But quick as a bolt of multicolored lightning, some of them rushed over to examine them.

"What is it?" chimed Crystal, running her fingers through Archens feathers.

"Oh you're really tough-looking!" Barry grinned, Klinklang allowing the blond to feel its many gears. 

"This is that Zoroak you were talking about, right?" Sapphire questioned, examining the illusionist's paws. 

Question after question was thrown his way, as N chuckled and tried to keep up. 

"This is Klinklang, he's an electric-steel type pokemon. This is Archen, a flying-rock type. Be careful, it's shy! Zoroark is a dark type, Vanilluxe is an Ice type, and Unphezant. A flying-normal type." N explained, smiling a little as Zoroark nodded in approval. He began to ramble on about the pokemon, answering any questions and quieting down to listen to any of the kids' connections, stories and such. It seemed to calm down… Almost all of them. Except for one, who he had found left the room at some point… Wallace was gone as well. Maybe he had gone off with one of them for one reason or another? It caused confusion and worry to boil deep down inside his belly as he quickly realized which of the kids was missing.

Where had Sapphire slipped off all the sudden?

/// Sapphire ///

"Wallace, come on!" Sapphire called over her shoulder, dashing through the forest. In front of her ran her Blaziken, slapping away vines and thick brush so that the others behind it wouldn't trip and fall. Above them, the call of a Skarmory alerted them that Steven Stone was keeping up well and various other cries of pokemon meant that the entire group was keeping up.

Sapphire was in the lead as Wallace, Steven, Red, Iris and Cheren kept up. There was a disturbance, they knew that was true. It was something that they could just tell deep inside them, something Sapphire knew all too well. A tight ball in her guts that her pokemon seemed to feel as well.

"Over here!" Cheren called out over his shoulder, the cry of his serperior confirming his claim. "I saw the flash of a pokemon being returned! Tuxedo, short hair from the silhouette I saw!"

"Got it, Skarmory that way!" Steven called from above, leading the group away. 

"I'll check over there in case they run!" Sapphire yelled to the group, hearing a grunt of approval from Blue as she ran off with Sceptile. Her running steps crunched the leaves as the leaves thickened above. Blotting out the sky and leaving the light being emitted from glowing flowers, vines and mushrooms. 

The deeper she ran, the more the air thickened with the smell of heavy, damp leaf mold and sickly sweet tree sap. The deeper she ran… The more she realized how lost she got herself in the heat of the moment. 

Sapphire was lost in an unrecognizable part of the forest, lit merely by glowing plants and fungus and silence broken by the movement of distant pokemon and whistling wind. As she walked, she felt the ground disappear from her feet. Before she knew it, she was tumbling down into a small ditch. Sapphire yelped as she fell, feeling a pain in her arm as she hit the ground.

"Ow- ow." She groaned, slowly getting up as Sceptile slid down to follow its owner. When she got up, her Sceptile put a claw on her shoulder, grunting and looking around in preparation to attack at any moment. That moment came soon then she thought, two pairs of eyes suddenly lighting up the darkness, the movement of something stalking and something else dragging itself. 

She backed into the Sceptile out of fear, looking up at the narrow-eyed pokemons threatening glare. As the pokemon revealed themselves, Sceptile growled. A large, fiery maned pokemon with a dark brown pelt beside a tall, haunting pokemon made of wood and leaves. A lion and a tree, slowly stalking towards her. As she shut her eyes and slowly pointed, ready to command an attack, a voice spoke from behind the two pokemon. 

"Are you lost, little one?" A smooth and low voice with a kalosant accent, worry panging their voice. As she cracked open her eyes, she was met by a tall and regal man with long, red hair. His face was aged, but only ever so slightly. Maybe in his thirties or forties. "Are you okay?"

"I'm… I ran off trying to find someone that did some bad stuff." Sapphire explained. "Got seperated from my friends."

"Oh my," The man began, approaching a bit and opening a pocket. "You're hurt, let me help you. Show me your arm." The brunette looked, noticing her arm had a bleeding cut. She hadn't even noticed the cut itself when she initially fell, too struck with shock and fear to notice anything but momentary pain. She held out her arm, which the man carefully took in dark-gloved hands. As though he would shatter her in a moment. 

"Thank you." She quietly nodded as he began to clean the wound with some disinfectant pads he had in his pocket. Soon following it uo with two or three bandaids. 

"No need, petit ami. Is your Sceptile alright? I'm sorry if Treevanant and Pyroar caused you any trouble."

"No! No- they just scared us. Sceptile's okay."

"That's good to hear, a relief." He nodded. "My name is Lysander, I was invited here from Kalos. I missed the main boat so I came on a different one." Lysander explained, taking his hands away. 

"Sapphire, Grass Type gym leader in Hoenn." She introduced herself, sticking her injury-free hand out. Which he took and gave a gentle shake."

"Pleasure to male your acquaintance." Lysander nodded. "Allow me to take you to the home of some friends and I, you can rest up for the night and be on your way. It's quite late."

"Is it?" She asked.

"Yes, nearing the faery's hour." He explained, patting Pyroar's back. "Come and sit on him, I'll guide you back. I promise he doesn't bite." Lysander offered, slowly backing away.

Sapphire thought for a moment, this wasn't the first time in her journeys she's accepted such offers, as well as Sceptile being right beside her, she decided her best interest would be to accept. 

"Alright! Thank you again."

"No need." He smiled warmly, directing his pokemon to bend at the knees and allow her to climb on. As they began on the path, he clicked the button of a PokeBall to the Treevanant, returning it. "I'd hate to see someone with an injury rot away into something hideous."

Sapphire nodded, stroking Pyroar's mane with a hum. The pokemon was quite warm and each swish of its tail caused embers to float in the air for a moment. Leaving small wisps of light only to die out, the silence broke as Lysander joined in the humming with a tune. His warm smile has turned softer, more relaxed. 

"What are you humming?" Sapphire tilted her head.

"Oh? An old song from Kalos." He shrugged, only making her curiosity rise.

"Can you sing it? I wanna hear it." She grinned as he knitted his brows in thought. 

"If you wish," He chuckled a little as he cleared his throat. "Forgive if I'm rusty."

"Comme les ténèbres obscurcissent la lumière,

L'or du soleil étouffé par la nuit d'argent

Oh, petit, ne te laisse pas faire confiance

Les sauvages qui font des bonbons avec de la rouille

Ils arpentent les chemins, les forêts de fae,

Et avec la lune ils font ce qu'ils peuvent

La nuit hantée par les fantômes et les Gengar

Ils portent des malédictions de près et de loin

Toutes les personnes de Kanto à Galar

Sachez que les pierres pointues et les roses

Cachez-vous parmi les étoiles."

[zenfulmockingbird]

Spellbound ep.2: Corryvreckan Surprise

A Pokemon Journey. For most starter, this event helps us expand our horizon and allow us to see interesting sights. That what I trained for before meeting him. That why I prepared myself for the anything unexpected...but with even with all that, I was not prepare for what happened. The sun was shining that day as we started our Pokémon journey. We decided to look around for some Pokemon to join us. If only I knew what was going to happen to them. We met Balto again along with his mate Jenna. They told us that they wanted to come with us. At first, I thought Itzal was going to just take one, but I was surprised that he decided to take them both. Same for when we caught a two Zigzagoons and two Wingulls. Did he caught them because of he knew what was going to happen or was he going to be one of those trainers who catches whatever he sees. We met the gym leader Norman and Wally at Petalburg. Turn out Wally had an illness and was going to move away and came to gym leader for help in catching a Pokémon for him to take with Vendaturf Town, but Norman could not because he had a gym battle later on. Itzal offer to keep a close eye on Wally while he tried to capture one. Norman agreed to the arrangement and gave Wally a Zigzagoon. We looked around and manage to find a male Ralts name Odin and Wally caught him with no problem. I thought that would be the highlight of our start to our journey...Boy, how wrong I was. I do not know why it happened, but the Pokémon we caught; our allies... the transformed. At first, I thought they were evolving due to the familiar glow, but when it started, they didn't start to take on the shapes of their evolved form, instead they took on shapes of other Pokémon... Balto was no longer an alpha male Poochyena, but instead a tiny blue Taillow, Jenna became a gigantic metal titan Aggron, Carmelita became a Poochyena, while her brother Sly became a red and grey flying type Pokémon; Fletchling, and finally Waker Wingull became a Rotom, a living spark Pokémon... Thus, bringing us back to here. Standing in the middle of Petalburg Forest in a daze. “What just happened?” Jenna looked around in confusion, “Why does is everything smaller?” “I feel like I went through...” Balto froze “Why is my voice sound higher?” Itzal frantically pull out a mirror a showed them what they had become and let out a scream. “Why are we different species of Pokémon?” “Magic,” Itzal answered nervously, “But you have to believe me when I say I am not the one behind this. I was dumbfounded by his response “None of us were suspecting you till you opened your big mouth.” “Wait, wait, wait. Let me explain.” Jenna tap her feet “You got two minutes to explain.” “Okay,” Itzal took a deep breath “My dad’s side of the family has a curse dating way to a few years ago after the Kalos wars. The curse transforms Pokémon into a different being and we are not just talking about into different species. We’re talking about levels, we’re talking moves, we’re sex.” “Sex?” Balto stepped into a bush. Moment later he stepped out drained of all colors “my...my..my...” Jenna gaze at him with concern “Honey, what wrong?” “My dong is gone.” Itzal pulled out his Pokedex and started scanning everyone “Acordding to Pokedex, you’re now a lv.5 female Taillow. Jenna is now a lv.54 Aggron, sex still the same. Carmelita is now lv.2 male Poochynena, Sly is a lv.3 Fletchling, and Waker is.” “not having any of this.” We all looked at the Rotom in confusion “I joined this team in hope of becoming a Pelipper much quicker, not to become a floating power source.” “And didn’t sign up to end up with shlong,” Carmelita said before setting her gaze on me, “Also you listed everyone except for Manami. Why didn’t she transform?” That what caught my attention. I am the only one unaffected by this “...The wizard who cast this spell likes a challenge and keep the starter as is.” I felt no drop of confidence in those barren words. “Bull!” Waker shouted, spark flying from his body “You and she are in cahoots,” I was shocked by what he by his frightening claim. I was being falsely accused of being accomplice to causing what happened to them “Reverse this spell right now.” “I don’t know.” “Then,” Carmelita snagged her Poke Ball and snagged the Poke ball smashed it against the ledge “I’m leaving.” “Same,” Waker replied “I don’t want to do with anything with these bastards.” Carmelita grabbed the other Waker’s and destroyed it of them dashed, each one going into different directions. Not long after that Jenna and Alue followed them as well. Itzal was frozen like Deerling caught in a headlight. All of the Pokémon he caught had just up and left him. I called to him “Itzal?” “Let’s go.” I was taken back by what he said “Huh?” “They’re free to do whatever they want. I cannot make them do something they do not want to do.” He started to head deeper into the forest and yet despite the smile, I could sadness in his eyes. As we continued to trek the forest path we ran into a scientist. “Hello,” Scientist greeted us “Have you seen any Pokémon called Shroomish around here? I really love that Pokémon.” Itzal shook his head. “Blast. Still, I won't give up my search.” A thug that looked wear a white and blue striped shirt, black pants and bandana with a small white A on. In front of him was a Poochyena; growling ferociously at us. “I was going to ambush you,” the threatening look man groused “but you had to dawdle in Petalburg Woods forever didn't you? I got sick of waiting, so here I am! You! Devon researcher! Hand over those papers!” Itzal and I stepped in front of the scientist. “Oi, ye landlubber best get out of my way or I’ll have my mons mess you up.” “Bring it.” Itzal said. “Manami, use Water gun.” I fired jet stream of water at the Poochyena, causing it to be pushed back a little. The strange man growled in anger “No one crosses Team Aqua get any mercy, not even some guy and his reject Pokémon! Poochyena use howl.” Poochyena let out a courageous howl. “Use water gun again.” I launched another one at the target. I could tell from its heavy breathing that it was almost finished. “Sand attack,” the bite Pokémon kicked some dirt into my eyes. “Hahaha. That should slow you lot down enough for to turn the tides.” “Manami, focus and use water gun.” I nodded and focused on my sense. “Don’t see what good that will do ya. Finish it.” I could sense it. Poochyena charging toward me. I launched one last water gun and heard a yelp. Everything was silent and my heart was racing... I was nervous. The sand had blinded me and if they had something that could make my radar useless and if it is something, I’m weak against, I’ll be in trouble. “Damnit,” I heard a Poke ball recalling it, but it was also of something that I detected that was also making me feel uneasy I heard rapid footsteps getting farther and farther as our new guest got closer and closer I felt someone lifting me and water running down on my eyes. I looked in the direction it was coming from and saw that I was in Itzal's arm and behind him was Jenna and Balto. That why that man ran away. He saw Jenna and Balto. The scientist ran up, grabbed Itzal hand and shook “Thank you kind, sir. Take this.” He hands over a strange collar to Itzal “It an Exp share. Give this to your Pokémon and the EXP it earns will be shared in battle.” He flashed the scientist a coy grin “Thanks. So, why was that guy after you?” The man scratched his head for a moment before his pupils shrunk “I need to go.” “Wait. What going...” Before he could get a word out edge wise, the scientist dashed off, “I wonder what that was all about?” “I do not know, but there one question we could answer right now,” I looked at Jenna and Balto “Why are you two back? I thought you two left along with Carmelita and Waker.” Balto shook his head “No. We didn’t leave because of Itzal concealing this from us. Me and Jenna went after them to convince them to come back.” We were shocked. Itzal gathered his composure, “To comeback?” “Yes. We tried to convince them to comeback just in case you find a way to reverse, but they refused.” “It’s for the best. We cannot force them to come if they don’t want to.” “Then mind I we tagged along instead” we looked behind us and saw Zigzagoon and a Shroomish walking toward us. “Who are you two?” “Names Willy Wonka” the ZIgzagoon greeted us before pointing at the Mushroom Pokémon “and this girl right ahere is Yoko. We saw what a-happened and we got four word to say to ya.” Yoko replied, “We want to join.” Wonka flashed us a grin “Well it mighty interesting ta be a different Pokémon.” “I just want a stronger form,” Yoko chimed in “like really cool, like a Blaziken or Salamance.” “Okay but,” Itzal said “be warned. This curse if is unpredictable and you might not get what you want. Do you still want to join?" They both nodded their head in unison. Itzal pulled out two Poke ball and tossed them at Willy and Yoko. A red light enveloped them, and they were caught with no problem. A faint light surrounded their balls for a moment. Itzal walked over and picked up Willy Wonka's Poke ball. “First up, Willy.” Itzal gently tossed it in the air and white light shot out. Willy was no longer a Zigzagoon, a stripped Litleo. “A Litleo” Willy spoke “... and a mighty purdy girl by the sound of my voice. This will be an interesting ride.” “Next up Yoko.” Itzal called out Yoko and reveal that she has transformed into a Scatterbug. When Itzal showed her reflection, she was displeased by the result. “A Scatterbug,” Yoko griped “Why?” “It’s not that bad.” “My defense is weak as glass and my attack can't do shit. I wanted to become something stronger.” “Then hone the abilities” Balto answered “instead of whining about your form.” “Harsh, but Balto right,” I chimed in “A warrior use the tools they have on them.” Yoko let out a sigh “Fine... Maybe I can get some powerful moves in this form.’ “speaking form,” Willy spoke up “since I’m no longer a boy...” He looks at Itzal, “Am I girl now?” Itzal scanned Willy with his Pokedex, before nodding his head confirming her suspicions, “Well since I’m a girl now, best go by a new name. Call me Jane after Calamity Jane.” “Okay,” Itzal answered “Welcome to the team Jane.” “And what about me?” Yoko asked, “Is my gender the same or did I get rule 63.” Itzal checked “You’re the same gender.” He turned toward Balto “What about you? Do you want to go by a different name?” Balto shook his name. “Alright. Let us get on out of here and rest up at Petalbrug.” We all headed out the forest and back to Pokemon center. As we walked our way back, I could not help but feel sense of unease. Balto Poochynea turned into Hasty Aleu Tailow, Likes to fight, lv5 Jenna poochyena became Heavy Greta Aggron, Hardy, Proud of its power. lv. 54 Carmelita zigzagoon -> male Poochyana lv.2, Mild, Highly persistent. Sly Zigzagoon -> Passerouge, lv.3, quirky, Hates to lose. lv.1 Sparks Rotom was Waker Wingull lv.5 BAC Magikarp was Jetwave Wingull. Willy Wonka Zigzagoon became Jane Litleo (lv.5, docile, often lost in thoughts.) Shroomish became Yoko scatterbug (lv.2, Jolly, Very Finicky)

[toonsforkicks22]

Just a Couple of Weirdos (Amphibia one shot)

(”Wally and Anne” was an AMAZING episode! I just had to make this!)

The one-eyed frog was exactly where Anne hoped he would be. For a frog living in squalor, his residence wasn’t too shabby. Hoisting her backpack, the human girl made her way toward the small, familiar shack. The last time she came here had been when she joined the toad guards, breaking in without consent and raiding the place. She especially remembered how this had been the same place where she first acted in compassion, which slowly resulted in earning the town’s respect. 

As she knocked on the door, nervousness crept into her mindset. It was like hanging out with a new friend for the first time; and if Anne recalled, that moment happened rarely back home. 

She forced down a lump in her throat as the door swung open. Two eyes, one closed, stared back at her with surprise and awe. 

“Annabelle?” Wally exclaimed.

“H-hey,” the human greeted somewhat shyly, not even bothering to correct him on the given nickname. She actually kind of liked it. “How’s it going, Wally?”

“Oh, well, I’m good,” the musical amphibian responded, still a bit taken by the unexpected visit. “What brings you here, love? Wait, don’t tell me those toads are back!” he expressed anxiously. 

“No, no! There’s no toads! Just me!” Anne assured, giving a gentle smile. 

Wally gazed at her momentarily. The look of amazement was not lost on his face. _______

Anne sat on an old wooden chair that had probably been discarded at some point. It still held well as Anne leaned against it. The tea cup provided to her may or may not have been from the remains of a broken family’s home; still, it was in good condition. The tea itself, Anne specifically remembered was from the Grub N’ Go, similar to the kind Hop Pop made. 

Wally sat next her in another old chair, sipping his own cup. 

“I got to admit, love, I never get visitors,” he explained. 

“Really?” Anne asked. “Why’s that?”

“Oh,  you know, seeing as the town’s local crazy person and all,” he expressed nonchalantly. “Coming here, you’d think it’ll be the nuthouse.”  

“That’s not true,” she insisted. “This place is really nice. It reminds me of the clubhouse I’ve always wanted to have back home. But the other kids thought it was pretty weird, and my friends told me it was kind of childish.”

“Nonsense!” Wally cackled. “Those kids probably don’t know real fun even if it stung them in the eye!”

Anne chuckled. “You know I wish there was someone like you back home. Always, optimistic, not caring what anyone else thinks...”

“And maybe someone who could make you feel you don’t need to impress everyone?” Wally suggested, glancing at her knowingly. 

“What?” she said with a forced laugh. “What makes you think that?”

“Love, I know it’s not any of my business,” he began, giving her a serious, worrisome look. It reminded Anne so much of the expressions Hop Pop would give her if she was ever in the midst of danger. “But I get the distinct feeling you had to pull yourself one way and not being able to do things your way.”

“What? Of course not!” she insisted. “I mean, the other kids-”

“Make you feel bad about yourself and you got to aim to please in order to fit in,” he cut in gently. “Am I right?”

Anne couldn’t say anything. How was it that this guy of all people could actually have the intelligence of a psychiatrist? Heck, he did a better job than any of the counselors at school could even accomplish! 

She never thought a conversation with the local looney person could ever be this serious. But if her adventure with him to find the mysterious moss man was any indication, she and Wally weren’t that different. 

A gentle hand made its way to Anne’s, and she looked over at Wally. The one-eyed frog gave her a sympathetic look, with a smile to match. Anne couldn’t help but smile back. A month ago, he along with the rest of Wartwood had seen her as a freak. The mean comments that would make an online message board look peaceful, the lack of respect, and not to mention how Wally called her and Sprig’s friendship as ‘disgusting’.

Anne remembered how much she just wanted to go home and leave these ill-mannered jerks behind. But then she saw how vulnerable they were during the toads’ visit. And despite how she had been treated, Anne still looked out for them. 

Oh, how things have changed since then. Wartwood saw her as one of their own. Anne felt closer to the town than she ever dared believe. 

To think she initially saw Wally as deadbeat, moronic, and above all too crazy to hang around. Spending this time with him made her realize what an artistic, sweet, passionate, caring, and selfless person he was. Not to mention he had great hair under that hat of his. If it wasn’t for the age and species difference, he would have made for an entertaining student at her school. Maybe Sasha and Marcie would have liked him. Or maybe they wouldn’t. If the latter, Anne wouldn’t have allowed their opinions get in the way of her friendship with him. 

All these thoughts made Anne realize that she never had a conversation this deep before. In fact, she had never opened up to Sprig like this, and he was her best friend!

Come to think of it, she didn’t even tell Sprig where she was going. She had been too set on visiting Wally, she forgot. 

Oh, well, maybe it wasn’t too bad.  _______

Sprig opened the door leading his best friend’s room, a wide grin on his face. 

“Hey, Anne!” he called excitedly. “Want to see some drawings I made? They’re all inspired by Suspicion Island! One of them is a character I made up who would totally fit into the variety of characters on the show. Also, spoiler alert, he’s a competitor for Chad.”

His only response was silence. 

“Anne?” he called again. He turned on the mushroom lamp, seeing an empty bed. 

“Anne went out, Sprig,” Hop Pop called from the kitchen, reading a book. “Had something to do, I think.”

“Oh, I guess that’s okay,” Sprig said nonchalantly. 

Five seconds passed and-

Sprig kicked the front door open with his foot before hopping off. 

“How could she go off without me?” he exclaimed frantically as he left the farm. “Maybe something bad happened and I was too occupied to notice! Anne! Anne! ANNE!”

“Clingy much?” Polly muttered while reading on the couch. _______

Meanwhile, Wally and Anne were taking a stroll through the woods. The former allowed his accordion to be used on account of how well Anne was doing with it. Not to mention the song she thought at the top of her head sounded wonderful. 

“Now I find myself in the wild unknown, with the frogs and toads, and I’m far from home,” the human sang aloud in rhythm with the accordion. “But there’s so much here to discover! One leap after another! Hop into the adventure! Gotta ribbit, ribbit, jump on it!”

”That was beautiful, love!” Wally encouraged. “Is that all you got?”

“Not really sure about the rest of the words,” she responded sheepishly. “I got to work on that. But, man, I never thought accordions could be so much fun. Back home my friends would think instruments like these were lame. I was too scared to sign up for a music club because of that.”

“Oy, you really got to stop listening to what they think, Anne,” Wally insisted. “Real friends wouldn’t drive their opinions into your brain like a nail on wood. Are you sure this Sasha and Marcie are your friends?”

A bit taken aback by such a question, Anne merely shrugged. “Well, yeah, of course. I mean, it’s not like they pressured me to do something stupid or whatever...” she added, swallowing a lump in her throat afterward.

“I’ll take your word for it,” he promised, although deep down he was certain that wasn’t the entire truth. But he wouldn’t press the kid. 

Soon the two were exploring the forest. They gathered berries, took pictures on Anne’s phone, and even ran for their lives from some giant predator. Wally never had this much fun before in his life!

When it was time for lunch, the two found a shady area under a tree. Wally was surprised Anne made him a special meal called an ‘omelette’. 

“No one’s ever cooked for me before,” he said as she placed the plate on his lap. “This ain’t pity because I live in squalor, is it?”

“Of course not,” she insisted. “Besides, sometimes friends cook for friends.”

Wally tasted her cooking, and his eyes immediately widened. “Goodness! This tastes better than whatever scraps I can get together and boil it in water!” He took another bite. “You cook for your friends back home too?”

Anne’s smile fell. “Well, not really. My friend’s don’t really trust my cooking abilities. And they don’t even eat Thai food either.”

“Don’t eat your foreign cuisines?” Wally gasped. “That’s rubbish! Why, if it weren’t for your culinary uniqueness, Stumpy’s would have been already closed!”

“Aww, thanks,” she said, touched. 

As they ate, Anne felt a drop on her head. She looked up and noticed that gray clouds were forming. 

“Shoot! It’s raining!” she exclaimed. 

Soon enough the duo were running out of the forest as the pouring began. With the Plantar house much farther than Wally’s, the one-eyed frog allowed her to stay for the night. 

Sitting on a clot laid out just for her, Anne glanced from her phone over at Wally. The older being stood in front of a chipped mirror nailed to the wall, then took off his hat. Anne couldn’t help but be amazed by how gorgeous his hair was. She was surprised he even had hair; she still remembered how surprised she had been when she found out Sprig had hair. 

Whistling a merry tune to himself, Wally began to comb his nightly blue locks. In some way, Anne had to admit that for a frog with one eye closed, he looked pretty handsome. 

“I really hope Sprig and the Plantars don’t freak out that I’m gone,” Anne said as Wally laid his cot next to hers.  _______

Meanwhile, back at the Plantar residence, Hop Pop had to carry a wet, muddy Sprig back inside the house. The kid had been practically terrorizing all of Wartwood trying to find Anne. “Dang it, Sprig!” the old frog sighed as he put him down. “I’m just as worried about Anne, but you didn’t have to tear the whole valley inside out!” 

Sprig wiped the mud off his face. “How could Anne just go without me? Do I mean nothing to her?”

“Cling-yyyyyy...” Polly sang.  _______

“I’m sure they won’t get too upset that you’re gone for one night,” Wally assured. “Although I wonder how your family from wherever you came from must be feeling right now.”

It took a moment for Anne to realize he was referring to her actual home. “Oh, yeah, I hope my parents are doing okay. It’s been more than a month. Can’t imagine the trouble they’re going through just to find out where I’ve gone off.”

“Hey, I’d be fretting too if you were my kid,” Wally remarked. “Probably tear the whole valley inside out just to find you.”

Anne couldn’t help but blush at that. The more she gotten to know the oddball frog, the more she realized just how golden his heart was. 

“What about your parents?” she asked. “I remember, in the song, you promised your dad you would find the person who killed him or something and defeat with, I think, the sound of music or something?”

“Oy, you were actually listening?” Wally exclaimed in astonishment. 

“Yeah,” Anne said, giving him a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry about your dad. I can see just how important this accordion is to you.” She glanced over at said instrument, remembering how those toad warriors nearly took it away from him for good that day. 

“Oh, thanks, love,” he responded, touched. “Yeah, my parents were decent people. I admit our living situation was no better than this, put still, we pulled through. Lost my mum when I was no older than you. My dad, during my late teens. You know, if they were around today, he would have liked you. Even though you’re a human.”

“And I guess my parents would have definitely liked you too,” Anne said. “Even though you’re a talking frog.” 

Both laughed before calming down. 

“You now, Wally, after that adventure we had looking for the moss man...” she began carefully, looking at her phone, sliding through pictures of her life back home. “I can’t help but think about what you said. About being in a new place, meeting new people, being the person you want to be without letting judgment control you.” She lowered her phone. “That was really good advice, you know.”

“I got to admit that Wartwood has become something interesting since you arrived,” the one-eyed frog replied. “Can’t imagine what this place will be like once you leave.”

As soon as he said that, Anne’s heart felt heavy. All month she had been thinking about home, back to her old life and with humanity itself. But as she adjusted here, she could barely remember what she was even living at all back in her world. 

Here in this valley, she gotten to experience a whole new culture, meet new faces, and even admit that she loved the bug-based dishes. Not to mention just how colorful this world was compared to the dreary, grayish town she grew up in back home. 

She couldn’t imagine what her life will be once she left Wartwood. 

“Thing is, Wally,” she sighed. “That’s the issue I’ve been dealing with. Like...part of me doesn’t want to leave.”

The adult frog looked over her in surprise. 

“I mean, I do miss home, but this place has been like home! And I don’t want to leave Sprig, the Planters, Wartwood, especially you, Wally!”

“Well, that makes me want to tear up just a bit,” he expressed, although calmly. 

“I mean, look how much we’ve bonded in just two days,” Anne added. “I don’t want to leave that. Any of this. Sure, you guys were a bunch of jerks in the beginning, but look what we’ve all been through together. I’m not afraid to admit that you guys really mean a lot to me. And it kills me inside every time I think about the day I’ll have to leave.” 

Although Anne was breaking inside, she forced herself not to tear up. Wally sensed this and placed a hand on her shoulder. 

“Oh, Anne, I appreciate you feel that way about us,” he said gently. “And no doubt we’ll all be sad the day you go.” Then he gave her a warm smile. “But hey, if you managed to come here...who says you can’t come here again?”

She stared at him. “You really think that’s possible, Wally?”

“Well, why not?” he chuckled. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll be able to have the best of both worlds! Then that way we’ll always be together!”

Anne couldn’t help but smile at the thought. For as long as she had been in Wartwood, there were so many things she wanted to share about her world. Maybe if what Wally said was right, she could completely change this place for the better, make it more innovated with her 21st century knowledge. 

“The best of both worlds sounds amazing,” she said with a yawn. 

Wally watched as her eyes slowly closed, laying onto her cot. The phone slid out of her grasp right next to her waist.

He chuckled softly as he draped a blanket over her. 

“Nice kid,” he sighed before going to sleep himself.  ------------

So what do you think?  I hope for more episodes featuring Anne and Wally! 

[enz-fan]

Article by Margo Huxley - early days in Australia, 1975. 

“On stage are what appear to be seven refugees from an op shop run by a lunatic asylum. They wear suits that are too big, too small or both at once. The singer’s hair is a frizz of tangles that falls over his heavily be-rouged face. He moves like a sped up movie of Charlie Chaplin doing an imitation of Harpo Marx - or is it vice versa? He comes on with a patter that sounds like ‘Waiting for Godot’ done by a music hall M.C.

Somewhere in the shadows lurks Groucho, complete with eyebrows and moustache, playing a Gibson electric guitar. Next to him, but only briefly, stands a fellow in a baggy brown suit from the set of the Godfather - he plays bass.

Round-faced and cherubic sits the drummer, almost hidden behind his kit, but visible enough to show that his suit too is certainly somebody’s cast-off.

A resurrected James Dean, white faced and hollow-eyed in a teddy boy suit of brilliant red, the pants of which are far too long and bag around the lower part of his legs, plays acoustic, electric suitar and mandolin.

The maestro of the keyboards - synthesizer, mellotron, string synthesizer and a piano that looks like someone has taken an axe to it, (and though electric, it sounds just like the real thing) - he is resplendent in tails, almost normal except that one sleeve ends at the left elbow and the other is about a foot beyond his right hand.

Then there’s this fellow just standing there, seemingly redundant in an ill-fitting pale blue suit, his head hanging like a broken marionette. Redundant that is, until he breaks forth with a pair of spoons in his hand, playing them against his head, his feet, his knees, anywhere. The rest of the time he plays slightly pixillated triangle, xylophone, bell-tree and tambourine to mention a few. Occasionally he strides up to a microphone, any microphone, to throw in a world or two of vocals.

Suddenly the demented action stops and the whole band stands in cameo stillness for a burst of electronic sound that fills the hall.

“Who are they?” a bloke in the audience asks his mate. “Dunno” the mate replies. “I think they’re Captain Matchbox.”

WRONG! This is Split Enz and as their name implies, they hail from New Zealand. Don’t be fooled. Just because they “dress funny” doesn’t mean they are like Captain Matchbox, skyhooks or - “Anyone who compares us with Roxy Music hasn’t heard Roxy Music” says Timothy Finn, lead singer.

Neither are they like Yes, King Crimson, The Sensational Alex Harvey Band, Beefheart, Zappa, Schonbert, Cage, Al Jolson, Scott Joplin, The Goons, Marcel Marceau, Monty Python or anyone else you like to mention. But comparisons are inevitable.

Comparisons are the direction with which we chart the waters of a new experience. In Split Enz music you fill find everything: classical and neo-classical; music hall honkeytonk and sleazy vaudeville; acoustic and electronic, with a blues and a boogie thrown in here and there; good ol’ rock’n’ roll; and just when you think they’ve done it all they hit you with a piano full of cool jazz, some Gregorian chants or calypso shouts for good measure.

These analogies are only signposts; the more you hear their music, the less you need them, and the more you come to realise that Split Enz create music that is individually theirs. Their lyrics conjure up nightmare visions, obsessions with madness and the macabre, woven out of cliches that spring at you with renewed vigour; phrases such as “time to kill”, “dead to the world” suggest sinister overtomes. Lines like “just hold me down if I have a fit... I think I’ll be all right... I’ll be normal someday”, “the rats are crawling up my back, it can only mean you’re coming back” are delivered with frenetic, demented mime that is more demonic than lunatic.

Some songs perhaps threaten to fall apart at the seams as style, rhythm and reference change and pile upon one another, but for the most part each song, as each performance, is carefully arranged.

“It’s a bloody orchestra.” one innocent bystander is heard to remark. And indeed ‘orchestrated’ is a better word for the music, and ‘choreographed’ a better word for the performance.

The taped Andrews Sisters-type music at the beginning with canned applause and the announcement “... SPLIT ENZ!”, the discourse on “how to get from A to B”, walking on an invisible conveyer belt going nowhere - the whole performance is a carefully planned sequence.

But not stilted, not unspontaneous. There are always new surprises even when, at daytime gigs they dispense with make up and stage clothes and appear as their normal selves. Despite the parodies and satires implied in their music - “Spoofs” is the word Timothy Finn uses - there clings to them an aura of innocence and naivety, like a Henri Rousseau painting.

This impression persists with them off stage. They are quietly spoken and polite. although their normal dress is somewhat - uh - eccentric in these days blue jeans and T-shirts, they are not the formidably intimidating maniacs they become on stage.

Timothy Finn, whose hair is no more manageable off stage than on, does most of the talking. Eddie Rayner of the keyboards is more relaxed, with a fresh-faced charm like the captain of the school cricket.

He joined Split Enz from Space Waltz, a group in which he earned much deserved renown for his wizardry on the ivories and electronic switches.

Jonathon Michael Chunn of the bass guitar has Byronic good looks that even his stage make up cannot hide, and Wally Wilkinson, moustache free from blackening and eyebrows normal is full of witty irrelevancies.

Emlyn Crowther, the man behind the drums, looks as Welsh as his name and smiles a lot. Noel Crombie is the owner of the chattering spoons. He is also the designer and maker of costumes, silent and forlorn looking, like a lost pup. And Philip Judd is reserved, almost disdainful, and stripped of grease paint, looks more like Rudolf Valentino than James Dean – that might be something to do with the scarf knotted at his throat.

Split Enz was formed about 3 years ago, but the present line up has only been together for about 10 months and work remarkably well. Timothy Finn and Philip Judd are responsible for the genesis of the words and music which the whole group then fashion into a final stage presentation.

They don’t like to talk about ‘influences’ – “The Beatles” says Timothy Finn without so much as a bat of an eyelid. And when you think about it anyone who plays music today can’t have escaped the ubiquitous presence of the Beatles. Anyway, Split Enz have admitted to liking the Kinds and the Sensational Alex Harvey Band. You can make what you like of that. It’s not a definitive list.

Their conversation is free of swearing and they don’t smoke, but have been seen to drink a beer or two on the odd occasion. They are naturally “un-hip”. They avoid words like ‘hassle’, ‘dig’, ‘gig’ and anyone in the group who makes such a blunder is gently offered alternatives like ‘bother’, ‘appreciate’, ‘job’.

Confusion occurs about their names – again because of their desire to reject the clichés of the pop world. They decided to take their second Christian names as first names which is why if you ever come across anything written about them in New Zealand, the names won’t tally. Sometimes they themselves forget and call each other by their old names, but the error is always quickly corrected.

However, some of them nationalistically flaunt the great New Zealand ‘eh’ on the end of their sentences. “That’s a great new piano we’ve just bought, eh” – not a question, a statement. But they are dropping the tag “New Zealand’s Top Band” and such like, which, while it is undoubtedly true, is just another cliché to be avoided like the plague (whoops, sorry).

Already their stay of three weeks in Australia has been extended to six in order to record with Festival in Sydney. The album will be produced by their manager Dave Russell and the cover design by ex art student Philip Judd. Out on Mushroom, the album will be a token of Michael Gudinski’s enthusiasm for this band.

They have been deluged with work, after an initially slow start in Sydney. They are the support act for the Leo Sayer Melbourne concert and have done an ABC GTK which was an immediate success. More than 60 phone calls came in after it was shown to ask who the band were – that’s some sort of record.

Up until this Australian tour, the group has always had plenty of time to recuperate from the last job and plan and prepare the next. But they are finding the rigours of touring with jobs every day or so, and sometimes more than one a day, very wearing. Any spare energy left over from the last performance must be channelled into preparing for the one following close on its heels.

Another result of the GTK spot was an approach from an ABC producer to do the sound track for a documentary called “Ten Australians”. In particular they are to back a sequence featuring the artist Sydney Ball at work.

Their plans for the future include a return to New Zealand for a couple of months, followed by a longer sojourn in Australia (amen to that), and depending on reactions to their album they hope to go to England…

Of course such an esoteric band does not have universal appeal, and being unknown in Australia, sight unseen, it’s even harder to win hearts and minds. They have great hopes that the album, plus their shows here and a bit of media exposure will make their return to Australia somewhat easier.

They do not appeal to the younger age groups – “they are no the audience we are really aiming at”. They got a poor reception at the Melbourne Festival Hall Skyhooks concert, where they were first on. The audience didn’t know and didn’t want to. (But I seem to remember once a long time ago, Skyhooks was an “underground” band). But at the Reefer Cabaret, at Unis and the Station Hotel standing ovations are the order of the day.

“There are many ways of saying goodbye:” Timothy Finn lurches into his pitch for the final number – limbs jerking, face twitching at the mercy of some drunken puppeteer; “Goodbye, Byebye, Adieu, See you later, Au revoir…” etc. “…SO LONG FOR NOW”.

Never fear, we have not seen the last of Split Enz. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is A Good Thing.”

[chronicbeans]

Sunny Day (Dreamcore/Weirdcore Wally x GN Reader Short)

Where's Wally?

TW: Isolation, Derealization, Depression, Scopophobia

Sitting in the grassy plains of the neighborhood, you can't help but simile. This place seems so familiar, yet, unfamiliar at the same time! The people here seem so strange and kind, too. There's Frank, the flower headed man with an interest in butterflies. Eddie is the envelope guy, who happens to be the clumsy mailman, too. Sally is the theater lady with a glowing light as her head. Maybe that's why her last name is Starlet? Poppy, the sweet baker bird that looks like a living plush of sorts. Barnaby, the clown dog. Then, there's the caterpillar shopkeep with an array of discordant wares. You haven't seen Julie, but she's nice, according to the neighbors... You think you remember what she looks like. Very colorful?

Yet, one person seems to be missing. There's an extra house here, too. It seems out of place. Then again, everything here isn't normal. From mushrooms with eyes, trees that talk, random black rectangles... random black rectangles... like censor bars. Like they are hiding something...

WALLY. That's it! Where's Wally?

You look over to Poppy, who you are currently having a picnic with, alongside Frank and Eddie. You open your mouth to ask where Wally is. Nothing seems to come out. The three friends all look over to you, Frank's eye widening in shock. "Why would you ask about him? We... Nevermind. Don't talk about him. He's fine." Poppy nods, adding "Don't look at him." Eddie then adds his two cents in "Don't think of him. Just stay with us, Julie, Barnaby, and Howdy. You'll be fine."

You feel uneasy, suddenly, and nod in agreement. That doesn't mean that you are going to listen. This is YOUR dream. You get to do what you want. Smiling, you take a bite out of the cake you and Poppy made together. It tastes like iron.

You rush through the picnic, quickly eating everything on your plate, before rushing over to the house in the center of the town. There's a darkness surrounding it. Literally, a darkness surrounds it, almost like a void that looks into nothing, besides the red and blue house. A pair of eyes glare through the two front windows, staring down at you. You can barely hear whispers coming from it.

"It's never been worse than this!"

"They talk around me and never at me."

"I will never let it go!"

"I can't hear you..."

You take a deep breath, before asking "May I come in?" In response, a creaking and snapping noise resounds from the house. Home. This is Home. You remember Home. "I want to check in on Wally. Can I please talk to Wally?"

The the front door doesn't open, instead slowly fading into a dark void. Swallowing thickly, you feel your chest tighten as you walk inside. The next thing you know, you've gone from a beautiful sunny day, to a dark, humid room full of various pools.

It smells heavily of chlorine, to the point where your eyes water from it. You cough a bit, before calling out. "Wally? Are you in here?" You look around for him. You remember him being... yellow, with blue hair and an oversized sweater of sorts. He should stand out in this dark pool room. Even the water looks dark, to the point where you can't see the bottom.

Why would Wally be in here? He can't swim, as far as you remember. He doesn't even like water, seeming anxious around it. You walk through the room, your shoes squeaking against the wet, tile floors.

Large pools, small pools, deep pools, shallow pools. Pools with waterfalls, pools with pillars in the middle of them, pools with stairs leading to nowhere in them... there are so many pools. The room seems to go on forever. How is this room even inside of Home? It shouldn't be possible for a room this large to fit inside the house.

"Wally? Are you here?"

"WALLY. STAY IN HERE."

You let out a small gasp, before running towards the voice. Even if it isn't Wally, they should be able to help, right? They clearly know Wally, at least! It eventually leads to a door, which you fling open.

You've seemingly went from a room full of pools to a children's play area. Those large tunnels that were suspended in the air and the ball pits you remember playing in as a kid are here, alongside colorful tables with art supplies and an array of plush toys. It's still dimly lit, but admittedly more tolerable than the pools.

"YOU STEPPED ON MY FLOWERS!!!"

A different voice? How many people are in here? It doesn't matter, because you've spotted someone... you think.

Purple hair, styled similarly to Wally's, with a brown neck scarf, similar to Wally's. They have brown and purple striped pants and brown shoes. Otherwise, they look like a silhouette with a large sweater. The sleeves seem to almost touch the floor... they're turned away from you, though, so they might have more detail when facing you.

"Hey!" you call out, saying "I'm looking for someone named... Wally Darling. Have you seen-?" You're cut off from shock as you suddenly see an abundance of eyes open on their sweater, all staring at you. They remain silent and still. Despite the feeling of your stomach dropping, you force yourself to continue.

"I'm looking for a man named Wally Darling. Umm... can you help me find them? I'm (Y/N) (L/N), by the way. Who are you?"

They turn, and to your dismay, you see that their face is similarly silhouetted in black, with eyes covering it, as well. You don't see a mouth on them, nor a nose or any distinguishable features besides their purple hair. Just... a void and eyes. They stay silent, but seem to gesture at themselves in a frantic manner.

"Are you... okay? Oh! God, I'm an idiot! You have no mouth! Then again, some of the residents can speak despite not having mouths... still... um... can you write?" The figure nods, so you quickly grab a paper and some crayons.

Handing it to them, they immediately begin writing down their words. It takes a while, but they eventually show you what they've written down.

"I Am WALLY DARLING. I hAVE BEeN HOME a While. THEY DON'T WANT ME OUTSIDE."

You look from the paper, back to the figure, then back to the paper. This person is Wally Darling? He... Doesn't look like you remember him. You can still see some of his features, though, now that you think about it. The hair style, the neck scarf, the sweater... It makes enough sense. Not that anything needs to make sense. This is a dream, after all.

"Who doesn't want you outside? Here, write it down. I'll give whoever is being mean a piece of my mind." You hand him the paper back, sitting down in a small chair as he writes. He takes a long time simply staring at the paper, but, he eventually begins writing. He sits across from you, before sliding the paper over.

"NEIGHBORS. HOME. WALLY DARLING. YOU."

You sit there, staring at the page as he did. Neighbors? All of them? Home wants him to stay inside, too? He wants to stay inside? You certainly don't, so why did he write that down? Even if he did scribble it out, you can tell he wrote it down in the first place. You look up to him, asking "Why do you want to stay inside? Why do others want that? You don't seem happy... Is something wrong?"

"You SAD. I am SAD. SAD for a long TIME. NEIGHBORS are SCARED. HOME keeps me SAFE. NEIGHBORS do not TALK to me anyways. TALK AROUND ME."

You frown, taking a deep breath. He's... right about you. You have been sad... More so depressed... Can Wally feel depressed? He's a dream... Maybe he takes after you because he is your dream, so he is depressed? "Do you want me to stay here for a bit? We can talk, draw, play games...? It isn't healthy to be alone for so long."

He slowly nods, standing up. Then, Wally points to the crawlspace tubes. You smile, following him. "Do you want to play in there? Alright. Let's go!"

[mddyhatters]

ready, player one?

a/n: halloween has been one of my favorite holidays and halbarry is my guilt ships especially with hal being a good uncle to wally like barry is. also this was inspired by the discord server that barry plays as princess peach when they play mario bros so this came to be. oops. but hey, he would look great as her, everyone be jealous even eobard would be.

read on ao3 here !

It was that time of year again where kids and sometimes even adults would dress up for Halloween. Wally was no expectation to that and well, he wanted to be something different from being the Flash this year. He's been the scarlet speedster hero for the past years but this year he got to do a group dress up with his uncle and said uncle's fiancé after much begging and puppy eyes. The young red head runs up to Hal with a giggle escaping his lips when picked up. "Hal! Put me down! Put me down!"

Hal couldn't help it when he saw his fiancé's nephew came running up to him, gently putting him down. Fixing the fake moustache he was wearing, "How do I look Mario?" He winks at the youngster who was clad in red while he was dressed up as Luigi. They had agreed to be the two brothers while Barry had the shorter end of the stick.

"Not too shabby Luigi," The red head giggles more before sliding on his hat and grabbing his bag, "Uncle B isn't down yet. .And I want to go get candy."

The test pilot was going to say something but he was cut off as the clicks of heels as he directs his attention to it. And nearly chokes on himself at the sight.

"Well, you're definitely not going to eat it all tonight Wally." Barry says as he had lifted some of the skirt part of the bubblegum pink dress to walk better down the stairs. He was the unfortunate one being dressed up as Princess Peach, wig and all. It was a little joke but Barry was always the mushroom kingdom princess when it came to playing Mario Kart on their gaming system. And probably the strange part is that Barry looked remarkable for the well known video game character. With his blue eyes highlighted with some eyeshadow and lips were glossed into a lovely shade of pink with the wig going well with his face. He had to go online to get a dress that would fit him well due to him having a male body over the feminine one. Luckily he was a little more slender than Hal to manage to squeeze into it. He drops the bit of skirt so the red heels would no longer be seen as he raised an eyebrow at them who been staring at him for awhile. "What?"

Wally was the first to break the silence, obviously not minding that his uncle was wearing a pink dress and some makeup when he went over with a gasp. "You look so pretty, Uncle Barry! Almost like Princess Peach herself!" He says excitedly and takes one gloved hand, other holding the bag. "But let's go, go! We have houses to go to!" He said to pull Barry along as Barry takes his other hand into Hal's hand.

The trio quickly leaves but Hal locks the door since he knows how his fiancé is about that before hurrying to them. The brown haired male grins and returns his hand in with Barry's to lace together. "Hey babe, you look beautiful."

"Not now Hal." He looks at Hal with an unamused face though he really did like it that his fiancé thought he looked beautiful as Princess Peach. It gave him some confidence as they stop at the first house for Wally. "Be sure to say thank you for your treat!" Barry calls out and tries not to notice the confused looks at the other parents, his parasol on his wrist.

"I will!" Wally says as he holds out his bag to the neighbor and does his trick or treat before a thank you. Running back to the other two to keep going to get more candy, sometimes showing them what he got. Still begging to Barry to let him have some candy when they were walking back. "Please Uncle B? Hal, help me out here. ."

Hal chuckled as he carries his fiancé bridal style since heels weren't fun to walk in for trick or treating. "Hey, don't pin me against my princess now." He jokes, ignoring the small smack he got.

The red head just grinned at him, "But he's not the boss of you, Hal."

Barry squints at Wally, "You're allowed to either pick five pieces or a king size bar. I don't think Bruce would be too happy if you went over with a sugar rush." He tells him since Alfred, Bruce's butler agreed to pick up Wally after they went trick or treating soon. "Plus I'm sure you'll have even more sweets when you go over." He tells him as he was set down gently so Hal could unlock the door. "Alfred will be here so go get your overnight bag and look out for him, alright?"

Hal smiled at them, they were very close you could tell and silently relieved that Barry stepped in as he watches Wally give the bag to Barry before the other dashed to his room. "It will just be us. . You know what I'm thinking Barry?"

The blond smiles when he watched his nephew go before back at Hal. "Either you want to stay up and eat Wally's candy or something else in mind?" He crosses his arms with the white satin gloves still on as he looks at him after waving to Wally when he left with Alfred.

"Mmm. . Maybe something else if you don't mind Barr. I mean princess." Hal says as he gives a mock bow to Barry, looking up. Smiling as he flinched a bit when his fake moustache was peeled off his lips. "Ow!" The GL whined before looking at him.

Barry raised an eyebrow as he holds up the fake 'stache with his glove. "Much better now. .Now I can kiss you, my hero." He winks before pulling Hal into a kiss, happy without the itchy moustache. "Now tell me, what exactly is on your mind Hal."

The darker haired male looks at his fiancé, "Well, now that you mention it princess." He starts as he picks up Barry with ease, "How about you show me my reward for saving you? What do you say?" He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he holds Barry close to him.

"Hal!"

[zabrakian]

What is the color of your hairbrush? - black bc I’m boring

Name a food you never eat: MUSHROOMS YUCK

Are you typically too warm or too cold? - too hot. very hot natured.

What were you doing 45 mins ago? - sleeping

What’s your favorite candy bar? - I really like kit-kat bc I’m not big on chocolate and those have just the right amount of chocolate and wafers.

Have you ever been to a professional sports game? - yes, a carolina panthers football game and a fc barcelona game in barcelona.

What is the last thing you said out loud? - i just woke up so i actually haven’t said anything today LMAO

What is your favorite ice cream? - it changes, right now it’s cookies and cream.

What was the last thing you had to drink? - water.

Do you like your wallet? - I actually don’t have a wallet at the moment i need a new one! i really want this one on amazon that has a bumble bee on it

What is the last thing you ate? - i had a frozen pizza for dinner last night.

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? - nope.

What’s the last sporting event you watched? - uhhhhh i’m not sure. i’m not big on sports unless it’s soccer.

What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? - not too salty, not too buttery. there’s a perfect medium.

Who is the last person you sent a text message to? - a girl i’m talking to ;u;

Ever go camping? - no.

Do you take vitamins? - no.

Do you go to church every Sunday? - sir i am wiccan.

Do you have a tan? - i kind of have a natural olive tone to my skin so it’s very easy for me to tan but i don’t have one at the moment. although i am darker than most without a tan.

Do you prefer Chinese or pizza? - pizza

Do you drink your soda through a straw? - sometimes. only if i get it from a fast food place or a restaurant and it comes to me with a straw. 

What color socks do you usually wear? - i have black socks for work and i have patterned ones that i mix and match when i’m not working. i have some star wars ones actually.

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? - i usually go five over in the city and no more than 9 over on the highway. 

What terrifies you? - heights. 

Look to your left, what do you see? - my rat cage with my bois in it.

What chore do you hate most? - cleaning my rat cage but it has to be done.

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? - shrimp on the barbie. surfing. koalas. 

What’s your favorite soda? - sprite!

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? - drive thru usually. esp now with covid.

What’s your favorite number? - 12

Who’s the last person you talked to? - my mom

Favorite cut of beef? - dude i just eat it i’m not picky

Last song you listened to? - help i’m alive - metric

Last book you read? - Two Old Women by Velma Wallis for my gender studies class.

Favorite day of the week? - saturday probably

Can you say the alphabet backwards? - if i really think hard enough about it probably

How do you like your coffee? - anything fancy from starbucks.

Favorite pair of shoes? - my jesus sandals. 

Time you normally get up? - about 10

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? - sunset bc i hate getting up early

How many blankets on your bed? - one at the moment.

Describe your kitchen plates. - two different sets one from when we moved in and one that was given to us.

Describe your kitchen at the moment: fairly clean. dishwasher needs to be ran. 

Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? - drunk shelby will take anything from you as long as it isn’t brown liquor.

Do you play cards? - i can play blackjack and poker.

What color is your car? - blue

Can you change a tire? - not at all

Your favorite state? - Michigan! i miss it

Favorite job you’ve had? - probably my last one at michael’s craft store even tho it was still shit and i made almost nothing.

i tag @itsreysolo @earstwo @paynecyrus and anyone else who wants to 

[laughingpinecone]

Chocbox letter ‘cause it was longer than 5k characters whoops

All canon welcome, all characters loved, from Coop to James to Freddie. Just please no active Judy presence because agreeing on that aspect of worldbuilding is complicated and blah, I'd rather simply keep it out of fanworks exchanges. DNW: non-canonical rape, non-canonical children, canon retellings, unrequested non-canonical ships.

I think all of these should work as art prompts as well? With or without background, picture the characters interacting in a way that fits the situation? Ignore all the dialogue prompts, just the basic connection between them: some characters are meeting unexpectedly, others are passing information, others are on a case, others still are reconnecting after decades...

Some ideas:

Dale Cooper & Laura Palmer & Wally Brando: Dale & Laura, post-finale, drifting between worlds. One day, on a lonely road, they meet... Wally. Who’s not even lost, just passing through...

Dale Cooper & Tammy Preston: via dreams or what-have-you. I guess they could meet up for coffee like regular human beings if Coop ever makes it back. I'd like Coop to talk to the new generation of Blue Rose, the one that somehow hasn't self-destructed, and I'd like Tammy to talk to the man behind the legend (not that she doesn't call him out on his bullshit in TFD, but he's still almost a mythical figure from where she's standing)

Tamara "Tammy" Preston & Laura Palmer: ditto but with Laura Palmer herself! What would Laura think of her, and she of Laura?

Donna Hayward & Audrey Horne: let the half-sisters bond? It's never too late, they're in their forties and that's totally not too late? Does Audrey find her way back to a shared reality and reach out to Donna? It's not like there's anything left for her in Twin Peaks, might as well pack her stuff and set out for Vermont. Does Donna help her finding her way back somehow? What were those two letters they exchanged about?

Audrey Horne & Annie Blackburn: maybe that new white place where Audrey finds herself is the metaphysical place where Annie’s consciousness has spent all these years? And they meet? And maybe they bond over "anyone who gets close to Dale Cooper explodes, more or less figuratively", but that was a long time ago anyway, it doesn't matter anymore, and mostly they simply bond over who they are, and their memories of home?

Garland Briggs & Gordon Cole & Phillip Jeffries: [REDACTED UFO ADVENTURES] feat. that impossibly hot agent who longs for other worlds and might as well be an actual alien, shouty Eagle Scout whose secrets have secrets, and a young, straight-laced young Garland... Gordon/Phillip also welcome!

Harry Truman & Garland Briggs: okay hear me out here. In TFD, Tammy writes that Harry kept on investigating Coop's disappearance and that his findings would come up later in her dossier. They don't, so during Frost's AMA I asked him about that. He said Harry communicated with Garland and humbly wouldn't want credit for his findings (so these findings are presumably assorted data that comes up later in the book but isn't attributed to him). Which brings to the obvious question, as well as my prompt, of HOW THE HELL DID HARRY COMMUNICATE WITH GARLAND if the latter disappeared from the material plane a whopping two days after s2's finale. Since Mfrost himself said it happened, though, dear author, please please pleeeease show me Harry reaching out to Garland through weird dimensions?

Jane "Janey-E" Jones & Diane Evans: LET THE HALF-SISTERS BOND pt2. When they were young or after everything, or in a dream while Diane is... wherever she is now. Can you imagine these two in the same room?

Margaret "The Log Lady" Lanterman & Harry Truman: an adventure in the woods! Or she goes to the Sheriff for something! I feel like they would share an appreciation for mushrooms and small birds and all the sounds of the woods...

Margaret "The Log Lady" Lanterman & Norma Jennings: I'm still not over Margaret's ep26 intro, "I hope Norma likes me. I know I like her and respect her. I have spit my pitch gum out of my mouth onto her walls and floors and sometimes onto her booths. Sometimes I get angry and do things I'm not proud of. I do love Norma's pies. I love pie with coffee", and I'd like to see it explored...

Chantal Hutchens/Gary "Hutch" Hutchens/Cooper's Doppelganger & Richard Horne: this is another ‘hear me out here’ situation... okay so, the Hutchens and Mr C are totally a “married couple +1″ triad. After Mr C picked up Richard and before the latter exploded, some friends and I briefly pictured a what-if scenario where Richard just tagged along, and Mr C rejoined the Hutchens, and they sort of had this ridiculous road trip where the Hutchens decide they’re adopting Richard and teaching him some manners, and Richard isn’t feeling very cooperative but there’s only so much you can do when you’re sharing a van with three trained supernatural assassins, and hijinks ensue. No fries until you behave, Richard! And I would very much like to see said hijinks.

Albert Rosenfield/Harry Truman: did they tragically fall into each other’s arms in the wake of Coop’s disappearance? Did they realize they’re so good for each other, but neither of them was willing to give up their life? And/or was the wound of Coop’s disappearance too fresh for them to try to heal? Do they keep in touch throughout the years? Does Albert resign on the spot with a resounding fuck it after the s3 finale and rush to see Harry? Does he stay this time?

Albert Rosenfield/Harry Truman & Frank Truman/Doris Truman: as an extension of my post-finale Albert/Harry prompts: Albert needs someone to shout at to find his fire again, to get out of dead-inside-mode. Doris needs someone who shouts back, that’s one of her big troubles with Frank, they simply process stress very differently. A shouting match made in heaven, which could be eventually result in a bickering friendship. The brothers can make popcorns. Frank&Albert stuff would also be interesting!

Dale Cooper/Albert Rosenfield: fiery early days? Dream meetings that Albert will inevitably write off as a product of his aching subconscious? Post-finale where Albert has made his peace with Coop not being part of this world and not even deigning to greet him, except one day Coop is back - with apologies? Post-post-finale where they’re peacefully living out their days as best as they can?

Dale Cooper/Harry Truman: Fluff? Fluff. They’re just... fluff. Whenever they can be together and adore each other and kiss each other’s face. And again, Coop has a lot to make up for, in the near future. Cuddle that Harry. FINALLY make that Harry feel desired and loved.

Dale Cooper/Albert Rosenfield/Harry Truman: basically the sum of the three sides of this triad... give them peace, given them nice things, give them so much love... Coop finding his place in the world and making up for lost time... give time to these old wounds...

Chet Desmond/Albert Rosenfield: they know they’re not each other’s big love or anything, and they can piss each other off with the former’s rowdiness and the latter’s pacifism. But they can also have a quiet understanding, they complement each other pretty well, and boy do they find each other hot. V hot office affair.

Cynthia Knox/Tamara "Tammy" Preston: FBI Blue Rose and USAF Blue Rose (of sorts, or whatever they’re called) brought together by destiny... I’d like to see them work together and fall for each other while they’re at it?

Tamara "Tammy"Preston/Shelly Johnson: Tammy has one whole year to fall for the most beautiful girl in town... does she appreciate her cooking? Do they bond over wearing frilly lace shirts whenever they can? If it’s relevant: I do ship present-day Shelly/Bobby a lot and I hope they’ll patch up their relationship soon. But this could simply not happen while Tammy’s in town. As for the obvious Gordon/Shelly parallel, otoh, ofc I acknowledge it happened and it made sense for the characters but I see it as super skeevy on Gordon’s part (which is, alas, par for the course for Gordon, as Denise and Albert point out in TPTR and TFD)

Tamara "Tammy" Preston/Audrey Horne: Tammy counts as a tall, dark and handsome stranger, right? And while she flew from Twin Peaks after her year there without finding out much about Audrey’s fate, that unsolved mystery kept bugging her, until... (can also be gen, mostly I just want them to meet, but I do like how they’d play off each other)