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What's your favorite prehistoric creature? Mine's Opabinia

Look at him. The Sneep Snorper

Ooo, I’d have to say the Otodus megalodon (Megalodon)!

It isn’t as cute as yours (I really like Opabinia even though I do not know much, it is very cute), however it is fascinating!

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Delivery!!!

Hug!! <3

Aww, thank you!!!

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Hair.

“Frank?”

Glancing down from his book and looking at his spouse, whose head is lying in his lap, Frank raises one side of his eyebrow.

“Yes Eddie?”

“Could you uhm…” Eddie turns his body to face up so that he can look up at Frank. “Could you stroke mah hair please?”

Eyes widening, Frank’s expression softens. His eyes relax as he sets down his book, giving his partner his full attention and resting his hands on Eddie’s shoulders, gently rubbing with his thumbs.

“Is there any particular reason, dear?”

Eddie glances down at his hands with an embarrassed expression, twirling his thumbs around.

A soft hum comes from Frank as the bookworm’s right hand moves from Eddie’s shoulder up to his hair, gently stroking the soft, fiery strands. Eddie’s thumbs slow down, his eyes lifting from his hands to Frank’s face.

“I didn’t mean ta bring it up so suddenly..”

“It’s alright dear, I simply found it unexpected.”

“Whatd’ya mean by that?”

Twirling Eddie’s hair in his fingers, Frank hums softly. “You never ask me to do things like this.”

Eddie turns his gaze back down.

“It’s not a bad thing, it makes it much more special when you do.”

Eddie lifts his gaze once more, this time with widened eyes and rosier cheeks. Frank smiles at the sight, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Eddie’s forehead, sliding his hand from the top of Eddie’s hair to the place behind his ear, lightly rubbing back and forth with his thumb. Eddie smiles, bringing his left hand up and resting it on top of Frank’s left hand, holding it gently.

“I love you so much darlin’.”

The corners of Frank’s mouth shift, a softer smile replacing the wider one. He leans his head down, pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you too, dear.”

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Cat :3

Cat! :)

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Hey, can i ask you for a request? Basically, what if Home got a body for a few days? What would they do? With Mailhouse as a main ship too, if you are comfortable with it :3

Homebody.

It happens out of nowhere, in the middle of the night. A rumble, a horn, and now, Home is a neighbor.

Wally is the first to find out, and it only takes a couple of minutes for him to do so. After all, all of the furniture inside Home becomes a feature of their outfit, including Wally’s bed! So, the neighborhood’s artist “wakes up” face first in the grass.

The sound wakes up most of the neighborhood, and the neighbors are confused, with quite a lot of excitement from Julie. After all, Home can now play croquet with everybody! Of course, in the daytime. It’s far too late to play games now.

The only neighbor that does not wake up from the noise and chatter is Eddie Dear, Home’s spouse and best friend. Home is a little bit saddened by this; but they know that Eddie needs his rest.

In the morning, Eddie wakes up groggy, doing his usual routine and unaware of what is outside, or who.

The bell above the Post Office door chimes, signaling someone’s entrance.

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“Whether letter or parcel, rain snow or shi—“

Walking out of the door separating his home from the main Post Office, Eddie’s eyes fall upon a graceful red figure, blue hair and soft eyes. Home lifts their hand and presses it to their forehead, moving it to the side. “Hello.”

Eddie’s heart skips a beat, followed by a sense of guilt. It can’t be Home, Home is in the middle of the neighborhood. He shouldn’t be having heart-skips over a stranger!

“We-well hello there neighbor! How can I help ya?”

The figure smiles gently, knowing Eddie has no clue who they are. They walk up to the southern man, stopping in front of the counter and lifting their hands to sign.

“I’m looking for my boyfriend.”

“Oh! Well, I’m not sure I’d be much help— uh- what’s his name?”

“Eddie Dear.”

Eddie freezes for a second, eyes wandering the figure with slight suspicion.

“My name is Home.”

Eddie raises his eyebrow slightly as he points out of the Post Office windows. “I ain’t got the best memory, but I’m pretty sure Home’s right out the-“ He cuts himself off as he sees the completely empty spot on the hill where his partner used to stay.

He meets the figure’s eyes, a wave of familiarity rushing over him, warming his heart and cheeks.

“Well I’ll be…”

~~~

The next few days are spent catching up on things Home has missed out on over so many years.

The first day, Home finally plays games with everybody, finally sharing laughs and talking with everyone clearly for the first time.

The second day, Poppy teaches Home how to bake, starting off with simple Chocolate Chip Cookies. Home really likes those, even if they have to get a little messy making them.

The third day, Frank takes them out to the forest, letting them see all of the critters they have never laid eyes on before; butterflies, spiders, and more. Home finds out a little bit too late that buzzing is not a good sign, as they got stung on their shoulder by a bee from walking too close to an already angry and alert beehive. Frank apologizes profusely for the incident, helping them patch up as Home laughs about the whole thing.

The fourth day, Wally and Home go to the forest, and Wally paints a portrait of them beneath a tree. This makes them cry happy tears, as the painting just shows them that this is real and they are getting to spend one-on-one time with their friends for the first time. Wally doodles them a lot of crayon drawings too, all showing Home with a big smile on their face.

The fifth day, they spend time with Barnaby, learning how to juggle and ride a unicycle. Home cannot do either of those things without a lot of help. After all, they just got their legs and arms a few days ago! Barnaby doesn’t mind. He teaches them jokes instead, that way when they spend time with Howdy, they can have something to pay for a snack or two with.

The sixth day, they spend with Howdy, learning about the world of business and that Wally can steal painting supplies a lot easier than they originally believed.

The seventh day, they spend with Sally, talking about poetry and theatre for hours and hours, even getting to read the script for a new play and help adjust it to be just so.

The eighth day, they spend with Eddie, first going through his rounds together, then going to the Post Office, crafting and learning about how his job works. They do learn much more about their partner during their day together, such as how warm he is. They stick to him like glue, randomly holding his hand and making Eddie get so flustered he has to take a few breathers. Eddie gets teased about this that day, Home finds it sweet.

~~~

“Sugar? You feelin’ alright?” Eddie says, finishing his paper swan and looking up at his spouse, who is sitting across the table from him.

Looking at another messy paper swan, Home lets out a defeated sigh as they lift their hands, fingers sore. They set them down on the table and shake their head sadly.

“Oh honey, it’s okay! You’re doin’ really good fer someone that’s only had hands fer a few days!” Eddie sits down next to them, placing his hand on their shoulder.

Home looks over, tired but appreciative of Eddie’s effort to make them feel better. They lean their head into Eddie’s shoulder, smiling softly at the way his breath catches in surprise. Their smile widens at the feeling of Eddie’s arm around their shoulders, warm and strong. They pull back, to Eddie’s confusion, before he sees them hug their arms close to their chest.

“I love you.”

Eddie’s heart squeezes, his teary eyes widening as his cheeks burn, his smile reaching his ears. He blinks, tears falling down his face as he pulls them into a hug. Home wraps their arms around Eddie, smiling so much their cheeks hurt. Eddie speaks low and sweet.

“I love you too, baby.”

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Hello!! If you’re willing, we would love to request a wally x barnaby fanfic (whether it be platonic or romantic) ! A fluff story, ideally, with maybe Barnaby explaining to Wally what love is and how it works? Big fan of your works!!

Howdy neighbors!

I can absolutely do this for you. I cannot guarantee that it will be fast, however I will do my best.

I adore this idea!

Also, I am a large fan of both your fanfictions and your au!

There is one thing I do need to ask.

Is it okay for this fanfiction to be posted on Archive Of Our Own?

Thank you for the request! :)

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Oh my stars the wings, the antennas!!!

This is adorable!!! :D

The beetle plushie got me thinking; what if Frank has a little beetle or butterfly onesie?

[63] it would be so awesome.. . it would be so cool

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Howdy everybody! This fanfiction has:

-Angst.

-A breakup.

You may choose if you want to proceed from here. If not, that is okay too! I hope you enjoy! :)

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My Heart Is Closed.

The argument has escalated faster than any of the arguments the pair have had about Howdy’s overworking. The arguments never get like this; maybe a raised voice, but never yelling. Usually, they talk things out easily, usually it’s just Howdy feeling like he needs to do more and Barnaby reminding him that doing more does not mean doing everything.

Not this time.

No, now it’s the fact that Howdy isn’t doing enough for someone.

His husband.

You see, Howdy has been spending more and more time in his Bodega, coming home tired and barely even managing to kiss Barnaby’s cheek before the caterpuppet shuffles off to bed, waking up before the Sun the next morning to start the next day of work. Barely exchanging a few words with Barnaby before the dog is left alone.

Barnaby has had enough.

“Why is it such a big deal to you?!”

“Is it a problem that I wanna see my husband more than from behind a counter?!”

“You see me every night!”

“Yeah, I see you sleepin’ or exhausted!! When was the last time we spent any time together without you dozin’ off?!”

“WE—“ Howdy suddenly freezes, his upper arms in the air and his bottom ones squeezing his hips so tight it hurts, mouth agape as his antennas go down and limp, unlike their previous position of straight up and tense.

“Oh…”

“Oh? Is that all ya can come up with, Howdy? After everythin’, all ya can say is oh?” Barnaby’s ears press against his head more, a headache beginning to form. He tightens his grip on his hips as the silence stretches on, Howdy standing there and fiddling with his top hands, his bottom arms still on his hips. A firm, quick sigh leaves Barnaby’s mouth.

“Y’know what? Figure it out yaself, I’m done.”

Howdy’s antennas shoot up in panic, his expression from shame to worry. “Wha- What?”

“I’m done. I can’t do this, Howdy.”

Barnaby slips off his ring and sets it into Howdy’s top hands, turning around and walking out of the door, the click that follows ringing through the room and the ears of the caterpuppet.

Tears slowly form, clouding the man’s vision as his hands grip the ring, as if maybe, just maybe, if he grips it hard enough, it will disappear and his husband will reappear with it on. The tears sting, his heart aches, oh how could he have been so blind? It seems so obvious, he should have seen this coming. The tension from Barnaby every night he came home, how Howdy always felt so oddly cold in the mornings as if he lacked something around himself, how neither met the other’s eyes anymore. How now, neither of them have hearts in one piece, neither has a dry eye, neither one will rest well during the night.

One day turns into two, then three, then four. Four days turn into one week, one week becomes two, two becomes three, three weeks become a month.

Barnaby does not return to the caterpuppet’s home, his responses are blunt and quick, his usual quips lacking the shine and warmth they used to hold so much of. The joy in his eyes is no longer there, his tail motionless and ears limp. The memory is burnt into his mind, the way Howdy froze before he uttered that single word, the way the dog’s heart shattered as he took off his ring and placed it into Howdy’s hands, the way the door shut behind him with a soft click, the way his eyes stung with tears that night.

Wally wonders, but nobody bothers to speak up. The neighbors notice, but remain silent.

Frank and Poppy wordlessly hand Barnaby small pieces of goods, with Poppy leaving a heartfelt letter with each one as well. Eddie tries to prompt jokes, but is met with a tired sigh.

Not annoyance, not anger, simply exhaustion.

Wally tries to help, saying things he knows Barnaby finds amusing. Wally gets sad and confused each time it doesn’t work. On rare occasions, on those small, quick moments where his heart is somewhat together, Barnaby will give him a smirk.

The store is much quieter now, Howdy’s peppy persona losing its pizzaz. His smile has left his eyes, his eagerness to make deals left behind.

Frank tries to offer jokes. It simply gets him a waved hand now, not even a scoff of annoyance.

Eddie tries and tries, but Howdy snaps easier and leaves the mailman and himself feeling upset.

His deliveries to Poppy are always met with concern from the bird, which he brushes off.

Julie’s happy smile fades just a little when her jokes don’t get that same belly laugh, getting a sad chuckle and a “Good one, Jules.” Instead.

Sally tries and tries to boost his ego, failing each and every time. She shines a little dimmer after that.

Howdy can’t look at hotdogs without his heart aching anymore. He can’t see the color blue without feeling blue.

“I miss him, I miss us.”

Ding ding!

Without looking up from the spot on the counter that he is trying to get off, Howdy calls out, “Welcome to Howdy’s place, with everything you need and everything you don’t.” Before giving a halfhearted wave with his bottom left hand that is more of a bat at the air.

“How much for a little time o’ yours?”

Howdy’s head shoots up, his face a mix of disbelief and hope, his mouth limp in a soft frown, eyebrows high upon his face. Upon seeing who entered the shop, Howdy immediately sets down his rag, giving the person his full attention.

“Barn?”

The mentioned man tips his hat down slightly with the paw not tucked behind his back, a simple, silent greeting. His mouth is downturned, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “Mind if I talk to ya?”

Howdy straightens his posture and adjusts his tie with his top two hands as he speaks, his bottom arms being his expressive pair. “Of- of course Barn, you don’t have ta ask for stuff like that!” A puff of air leaves Barnaby’s nose at that, a cold chuckle that sinks Howdy’s heart further into his chest.

“Do you… do you wanna talk somewhere more private?”

Barnaby nods.

~~~

Standing in the room feels suffocating, cramped but too open. Too close but much too far all at the same time. Howdy fidgets with his top hands, his bottom ones doing the same. Barnaby holds his paws behind his back.

The dog moves his arms wordlessly, holding out a bouquet of roses. Pink roses of all shades, from the lightest and softest to the darkest and strongest.

“I ain’t the best wit’ this sorta thing, an’ I don’t expect ya ta take me back, but I wanna make it right.”

Howdy takes the roses gingerly, slowly, their fingers brushing. He looks at the bouquet with an unreadable expression before he sets it down on a nearby crate, leaving his hands free. He walks back, standing in front of Barnaby and fiddling with all of his hands.

“Howdy, I shouldn’t’ve responded how I did. I shoulda let you speak more.”

Howdy’s antennas lean forward.

“I shouldn’t’ve yelled at ya, I shouldn’t’ve fought with ya from the start.”

Barnaby’s ears press back as he looks at the ground.

“I felt like ya didn’t care ‘bout us, or me, or anythin’ ‘cept the store, an’ I took it out on ya instead o’ calmly talkin’ with ya ‘bout it.”

Barnaby looks up, eyes glassier than the night they fought. Howdy’s antennas shoot up in surprise, eyes widening.

“Howdy, I’m sorry. Howdy, I’m sorry for yellin’, I’m sorry for fightin’, I’m sorry for never listenin’, I’m sorry for— I’m sorry for everythin’ and I want ta do everythin’ that I can ta make it up to ya, no matter what.”

Howdy brings his top pair of hands to his lips, tears gathering inside of them.

“I made a mistake, and I am really sorry. Please let me make it up to ya. I’ll do whatevah it takes.”

Howdy blinks, dropping his hands and moving over to Barnaby, wrapping his arms around the dog and squeezing him with strength that neither knew the caterpuppet possessed. Barnaby hesitantly lifts his own arms, wrapping them around Howdy and squeezing back, resting his head in Howdy’s neck.

The touch is intimate, warm, everything the men have needed and everything that they never seem to find the courage to ask for. Howdy pulls back, his antennas pressed to his head and eyes shining.

“You didn’t do anythin’ wrong Barn, I’m the one who should be sorry. I haven’t been doin’ anything with you and I need to do better.” Howdy shakes his head. “No, I will do better. For you.”

Barnaby smiles softly. “We’ll both try ta do better.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

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Hello friendo! Just wanted to say I'm super pumped up & over the moon & maybe the stars too for your next story!

Thank you so much!! :)

It does get a bit sad, but I hope you like it! :)

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cheese

Cheese. 🧀

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What do u think about Mailstock(Home/Eddie) dynamic and ship potential

Let’s talk!

Let’s start with the Canon.

So, the main interaction between these two that we are aware of is The Homewarming Incident.

Many interpret this as Home intimidating and/or threatening Eddie in some way.

Aside from this incident, Home and Eddie are not often seen interacting, if at all.

Now, let’s talk about their potential as a couple (in this case, a romantic pairing).

They have a decent amount of potential, as Eddie would be able to come by quite frequently to say hello. Not only this, but Eddie’s warm demeanor means he will most likely want to stay for as long as he can to keep Home company, which means that he also may spend more time with Wally, keeping the artist happy too.

So, I do believe the ship is nice. I personally do not ship it, however I will respect those who do.

Also, Mailstock is quite the nice name for them! I would have thought that is the ship name for Howdy and Eddie!

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AWWWEEE.

(A little reminder of why it's important to tie your shoelaces)

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I think it could have just been a thing in the background; you would see the food having bites taken out of it when Wally stares at it, but it would never get addressed.

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A random line from My Heart Is Closed. :)

“One day turns into two, then three, then four.”

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Frank x Eddie.

Mutual pining is great, but you know what's even better? Mutual pining where they're both fully aware the feelings are requited, they just can't do anything about it for other reasons. Or maybe they technically could but they've had to choose not to, because of The Circumstances.

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Oooo wait these ship names are good.

(I agree!)

..Hello.. no clue if you do multifandom but I have a crack ship.. uhm.. it's very stupid...

but what about a fluff or angst, I don't really care, where Mr. ZIP ends up in Welcome Home and chaos ensues(Eddie X Zippy, I mean. Please.). No clue if yer willin' to do this but please please pretty please it would be so funny.

(Personally maybe not fer this fic but I headcanon Eddie has a celebrity crush on Mr. ZIP. Would he not?)

Alrighty, you already know who this is but Frank may not so I've oughta go! STAY SAFE YER THE BEST, LOVE YA MY FANTASTIC FRIEND, BYEEE!

P.S Drink water =)

Oh I can do this.

This is going to be hilarious.

At the moment, I currently have a lot of fics backed up, so I cannot guarantee that this will be done in a timely manner. I apologize for that.

(Thank you!! I did drink water today! :>)

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Howdy! I mentioned before that I am writing a Barnapillar fic based off of what would have happened if the argument in Happy? Ended a bit differently.

I would like to warn that in this fic, titled My Heart Is Closed, has the following:

A relationship split (Not for the entire fic, however it is the scene that happens right at the end and after the argument and it does stay for the majority of the fic.)

Angst

You may choose if you want to read it, however it is quite sad until close to the end.