#Hello neighbor puzzle master

[spring-vibes-only]

They could never make me hate you Mrs tillman

[cacciocavalloblu]

A complete hello neighbor lore video

i find this and it's honestly Amazing and deserve more support

[neasiie]

welcome to the Golden Apple amusement park!!

(the way I imagine the Rotten Core to look like)

[spring-vibes-only]

Hi puzzle master master here

Id say no, I feel like the scene in the forest happens, maritza and enzo blow up on theodore, then they escape the forest and we really don't see any of them after that

And if I'm remembering correctly he doesn't show much pity for him in the next book (missing pieces i think) and mostly just tells Nicky to watch out for Aaron

Does Enzo shows any pity for Aaron at the end of puzzle masters?

I don't remember. Someone else could answer, because it's been a long time since I've read puzzle master.

[kissorkill16]

Reconciliation: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Aaron ends up staying somewhere he'd least expect.

(P.S., for @spring-vibes-only )

Aaron sprinted out of his house, running on feet he could barely even keep upright. They were starting to turn into jelly.

Mya accidentally fell off the roof, and he couldn't bear to face his father after what he'd just done. So he just ran away.

He thought maybe he'd find a human sized cardboard box he could sleep in for the night, and tomorrow he could find something to eat.

He just kept walking around in circles for what felt like hours, then he bumped into someone.

"Sorry!", he said, backing away. When he looked up to see the man who he'd bumped into, he nearly fainted.

The old Channel 4 station manager, Gordon Cleave.

He was wearing an orange vest and holding a grabbing stick and a garbage bag.

Aaron immediately backed away further and grabbed a brick from off the sidewalk. "You!", he practically shouted, "You're supposed to be in jail!"

Gordon just shrugged, completely unbothered by this kid's little act of bravery. "Yeah, I was. But the judge said he'd shorten my sentence if I took part in community service. Anything to get out of that forsaken shit hole."

A moment of silence.

"What're you doing out here?"

Aaron knew he shouldn't be telling someone who's tried to ruin his family's life in the past, but he felt like he needed to get something off his chest. "I've run away from home.", he said. "My dad's kind of gone a little off the deep end, so..."

"Pfft! A little?", scoffed Gordon. "What about your little sister?"

At the mention of Mya, Aaron felt his eyes fill with tears. He looked at the ground so Gordon couldn't see.

Gordon didn't know why, but something inside him made him bend down and put a hand on Aaron's shoulder, gently rubbing his fingers on it. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Finally, he said what Aaron least expected.

"Look, I may hate you and your dad's guts, but what if...hypothetically I offered you a place to stay. When I get off, I was thinking about letting you stay back at my place.", he said.

Aaron wasn't so sure about it, but what other choice did he have? He may not have liked the man so much, but staying inside an actual living area was way better than a cardboard box.

Reluctantly, he nodded.

"Also, if it's a mess when we get home, please excuse it. Dale has trouble cleaning up after himself."

Aaron's eyes widened.

"Dale? As in Detective Dale? As in Officer Tapps?", asked Aaron.

"Yeah. We kinda got together in prison.", replied Gordon. "Judge me, I dare you. Just go sit somewhere and I'll let you know when I get off."

Aaron nodded and sat down next to a tree.

All the while, Gordon was still questioning his decision. He had absolutely no idea how to take care of a child, and he hated kids for as long as he could remember. Plus, he'd tried to hurt this kid more than once, and he wasn't so sure that Dale would be so on board with it.

But maybe it'd all be worth it. Maybe Aaron wouldn't cause too much trouble. After all, the kid seemed old enough to take care of himself for most of the time while him and Dale could work. So maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

They'd have to set some ground rules, but he was sure things were going to be fine.

Maybe if Aaron was a good child, he might consider adopting him.

(I was going to add something more. Like maybe a hint of smut, but I felt like that wouldn't be extremely necessary, so you just got this. How do you like it?)

[echo-goes-mmm]

Divine Intervention AU #9

Masterpost

Previous

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Warnings: none

Ambrose had transformed his fabric front door into a solid wooden one, and in hindsight that was a mistake. It was juicy bait to his more… nosy neighbors. 

“Ambrose!” called Emry from the door. “Open up, kiddo! We haven’t seen you in weeks!”

Ambrose sighed. He opened the door to find both Emry and Mael on his doorstep. Emry threw his arms around Ambrose. Okay, he couldn’t turn down one of Emry’s hugs. They were just so nice.

“It’s been a week, if that. And you’re not that much older than me.” 

“Oh, Ambrose,” said Mael, smiling. “You’re never going to win that one.”

“Mhm. What brings you both to visit?”

Emry grinned. “I heard you brought home a friend. Can I meet him? I brought a present!” He procured a stuffed mouse toy from his pocket.

“Emry, did you think I got a cat?” laughed Ambrose. Emry pouted.

“Well, Cato wasn’t really specific.”

“Does that mean I won?” interrupted Mael. He held up his hand, which had a dog chew in the shape of a bone. “I totally called it.”

“No way! Ambrose is totally a cat person,” argued Emry.

“Well, both of you are wrong. Elliot is a mortal. And yes, you can meet him, but he’s skittish, so tone it down a little. And no weapons!” Mael vanished his sword.

He led them inside, where Elliot was working on a jigsaw puzzle. He looked up at them, startled.

“Pet, this is Mael-” Mael waved- “and this is Emry. They’re friends of mine.”

“Well hi there, kiddo!” 

“Um. Hello.”

___________________

The two gods, Mael and Emry, looked very different from Cato and Ambrose. Their eyes were a normal brown and so was their hair. Mael was muscular and toned, and he looked like one of those old statues in his white and red toga. 

Emry was short for a god, and was the opposite of lean and lanky. He also wore a toga, but his was powder blue and he had freckles all over. 

Elliot wasn’t sure about Mael, but he immediately liked Emry. 

“I’m going to make some tea,” said Ambrose. He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving him alone with the others. Uh oh.

“So,” said Mael, flopping down on the couch. “Where ya from?”

“Uh. Azoth, sir,” He made a face.

“Don’t be rude, Mael,” Emry chastised. “I’m sure it’s a very nice place.”

“It’s a slaver’s country, Emry.”

“Oh.” 

Emry sat on the nearest armchair. “How did you meet Ambrose?”

“I was about to be sacrificed on his altar, and he didn’t want me to die.” 

“Oh.”

They lapsed into silence. 

“So do you like living here?” asked Mael.

“Yes. It’s very nice. I like the koi pond,” he said.

“Oh!” exclaimed Mael, “I conjured that. The fountain took a bit of work but I think I blended the stone in well. What do you think of the colors on the fish? I picked the color pallet from mortal fish of course-” Mael went on about the fish as Ambrose brought in the tea.

“He can go on for hours,” stage-whispered Ambrose. Emry snorted into his cup.

“Hey!” said Mael, in what was clearly mock-offense. “He brought it up.”

“It’s a very nice pond, sir. And the fish are very pretty.”

Mael beamed. “At least someone appreciates what I do.”

“We all love your creations, hun,” said Emry. He turned to Elliot. “I’m glad you’re here. It’s nice to see Ambrose making new friends.”

Ambrose sputtered. “I have plenty of friends!”

“I didn’t mean that,” said Emry, “just that you don’t branch out much. You don’t see the gods outside our little villa very often, and you restrict yourself to the people who come to your temple.” Ambrose frowned.

 “Not that there’s anything wrong with that!” he added.

“Nice save, Emry,” said Mael, dryly.

They chatted over his head for a while, and they did include him in conversation, but Elliot just wanted to do the puzzle Ambrose had gotten him. But he was polite, and soon enough Master Ambrose’s friends left.

Master poured himself another cup of tea, and sat quietly for a while as Elliot worked on the puzzle.

“What are you thinking about?” said Ambrose.

“Not much,” he said. But there was something Emry had said that stuck in his mind. He called the place they were living in a “little villa”. And there were even more gods outside of it. He shuddered at the thought. If Ambrose didn’t know all of them, like Emry said, there was nothing between him and getting snatched up.

“Master?”

“Hm?” 

“Could… could I have a collar?” Please say yes, he thought. Master Ambrose put down the teacup. Bad sign.

“Why would you want a collar?” Master uncrossed his ankles, leaning towards him.

“I- I just.” He took a deep breath. “Um. There’s a lot of people around.” He fidgeted with the puzzle pieces. 

“Do you feel unsafe?” asked Ambrose.

“A little,” he admitted. “Not everybody knows I’m yours.”

Master hummed. “And will a collar help you feel safe?”

Was this a trick question?

“I think so? I could take it off if- if it doesn’t work.”

“Well… I suppose I did promise you could wear whatever you wanted. If you want a collar, I’ll get you one.”

___________________

Ambrose thought it over. He wouldn’t go back on his word, it wouldn’t be fair. Some part of him worried what the others might think, but fuck it. They knew Ambrose better than anyone, and Cato probably already knew he was Elliot’s Master. He overheard Elliot tell Mael and Emry that he was both a sacrifice and from a slaver’s country. It didn’t take a genius to guess what that meant.

No one would think poorly of Ambrose if Elliot started wearing a collar. And aside from Mael, his brother Maelys, or maybe Valerian, no one would comment on it. 

If Elliot wanted a collar, Ambrose would get him the best damn collar he could conjure.

___________________

It took a few tries to get it right, but Ambrose was confident Elliot would like it. Soft black leather with a fur lining, it would be comfortable. He made the brass buckle as lightweight as possible, and there was a brass o-ring in front. It was a collar, after all.

 He did take the liberty of making the stitching a burnt yellow, so it would blend better with the black. Yellow was his color, and with the serpent sigil carved into the leather, no one could claim they didn’t know Elliot was under his care.

Hopefully it would help Elliot feel protected.

“Treasure,” he called, before stepping into the room, “I got you a present.”

Elliot looked up from his bowl of pasta. His eyes focused in on the leather in Ambrose’s hand. He put down the fork.

___________________ 

“Is that for me? Really?” he whispered. 

“Of course.” Ambrose sat in the chair next to him. Elliot looked closely at it. A snake was carved into the side, and it was so pretty. Intricate and detailed, he could see each scale, and the brass of the ring and buckle was so shiny. Master looped the leather around Elliot’s neck. It was so soft on the inside. Master Ambrose’s fingers brushed the nape of his neck as he fastened the collar.

“How is it?” he asked. He slipped two fingers underneath to test the fit. “Not too tight?”

“It’s perfect, Master. Thank you.”

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[kissorkill16]

I love this guy, despite him being a total despicable human being. 🥰🖤

Also, y'all know who this mf look like low-key?!...

LOOK!

(I don't watch that show, but still!)

If the world was completely Gordon cleave fans I would not be alive

Leave him in jail

[julierysava]

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Mr. Anderson lives on the top floor.

The Johnsons live in the first apartment on each floor.

The Browns live in a corner apartment on the top floor.

The Smiths live next door to the Andersons.

The Martins live next to the Johnsons.

The Clarks live next door to the Browns.

The Davis family occupies a corner apartment.

The Wilsons live next to the Browns.

The Thompsons live on a lower floor than the Johnsons.

The Evans family lives next to the Clarks.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to determine on which floor each family lives, and in which apartment. Can you unravel this apartment building puzzle?

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[spring-vibes-only]

Dear @spring-vibes-only ,

Quick question. What are your favorite Gordon Cleave lines from the books?

Sincerely yours,

@kissorkill16

HI IM ACTUALLY SO GLAD YOU ASKED OMGGGGGGG

OKAY OKAY

Also not a quote but

[kissorkill16]

Lucy's death was the main cause of their broken friendship.

i saw someone said Enzo and Aaron friendship would have still fell apart even without Lucy's Death,agree?

Nah, i dont think it would

[cacciocavalloblu]

My hello neighbor franchise tier list

[neasiie]

I have a headcanon that living in the basement, Aaron has mannequin versions of his friends Nicky, Enzo, Trinity & Maritza that he has in fact made himself but he's sure that it was his Dad who made them in order to make his son feel less lonely (he's so traumatized that he can no longer differentiate his own creations from his Dad's)

ps: this might sound weird but in my head it seems really dramatic

[ghduck]

I don't know if it looks "good" enough, but I tried my best based of the descriptions given from the books. Also for @cacciocavalloblu

(Zoom in closer to see the writing on Dale's badge)

[kissorkill16]

"Ah. Hello, young friend."

"Uh...hi, Mr. Peterson.

[genericravenbrooksdude]

Was Mr Peterson born in 1945?

And in when are set every game/novel/book/?

Yes he is

As for you're other question

-Bosco Bay 1984

-Bad Blood 1991

-Puzzle Master and Grave Mistake 1992

-Hide and Seek, Missing Pieces and Walkin Nightmare 1995

-Buried Secrets, Hello Neighbor 1&2 (Act 1 and 2 only), Search and Rescue, Secret Neighbor 1996

-The RavenBrooks Disaster 2010

-Hello Neighbor/Nicky Diaries (Act 3) 2015

(Now i feel mixed on some sets in the timelines but maybe that's just me)