#Julie and Frank are open for asks!

[welcome-to-neighborhood-park]

Julie Joyful and Frank Frankly

Playfellow Engineering would love to introduce to you the second most iconic duo in Home! The joyous Julie and frank Frank shows what opposites attract can really mean!

Characters Information Below

Julie Joyful is undoubtedly the neighborhood’s happy and silliest neighbor! Always with a smile and new game to play, Julie is sure to make your time at Neighborhood Park is never a bore! Her cheerfulness is contagious as this excitable rainbow monster dances around sharing the fun of the neighborhood to all who visit! Frank is her best friend, roping him into her daily shenanigans while he provides his frank and grounded perspective to keep things getting too out of hand. Julie loves gifting visitors their own games to play and has a variety of small bundles to hand out to anyone who asks!

Julie’s house is the perfect place for the perfect photoshoot! With props and Julie there to do your hair, visitors can take home fun and memorable photos of their time in the neighborhood! Also inside her home are many indoor playsets for the little ones looking to play away from the sun. Visitors can also gather around Julie’s dining table to make custom bracelets! Speaking of bracelets, complimenting Julie’s charm bracelet will make her feel inclined to give you one of your own. This is that start of Julie’s Charm Hunt! The bracelet she gifts you is empty and there are a total of Nine charms to collect, one for each neighbor. Julie will only give you her charm once visitors have collected the other eight!

Julie has the most thrilling ride in the park! Pedal To the Pedal is a wild ride the speeds and twirls through all of Julie’s favorite flowers! This highspeed floral thrill is one of two rides at the park with the highest measurement requirement. To get to the coaster, visitors will walk through the outdoor playground and fair. Swings, slides, climbs and more alongside a multitude of fair games like balloon darts and high striker!

Eye Color: Orange Height: 5 feet or 60 inches Age: mid 20s Additional Details: high ponytail, flower belt buckle, earrings, dress pockets, charm bracelet, and matching bracelet with Frank

Sentient. Unaware.

Frank Frankly is Home’s most bookish and matter-of-fact neighbor! While he is well read in many subjects, butterflies are his area of expertise. Don’t let that frown fool you, Frank is always delighted to share any insect and butterfly facts to willing ears. Frank is also the grumpiest of our cast of characters, making him the straight man of the bunch. This contrasts well his best friend Julie’s bubbly and energetic personality, keeping her out of (some) trouble while she brings out his playful side! If you ask nicely, Frank will give visitors a small butterfly toy to take home with them, it’s quite accurate to the species!

Inside Frank’s house, visitors will find Neighborhood Park’s quiet and sensory area. A quiet atmosphere with many sensory activities, this quiet area is a perfect way to decompress and treat the senses. The living room is one of the coziest spaces in the neighborhood, with comfortable seats, blankets, and pillows neatly scattered about. Frank’s reading room has a plethora of books available for all ages, and younger visitors can gather around and listen to Frank read stories from his favorite chair.

Behind and connected to Frank’s garden is the Butterfly Garden Maze. This maze is lush and floral with a variety of butterfly species living amongst the plant life. Frank and Julie worked together to create this fun and whimsical attraction for all ages. With two entrances, visitors can enter from between Frank and Barnaby’s home and exit to Julie’s. Or once visitors reach the center garden, they can take the straight path down to Frank’s garden fence and go through the house.

After making your way through the maze, feel free to take a ride with the butterflies on Frank’s butterfly migration ride Butterfly Go By! Supposedly named after an unreleased duet between Frank and Julie, Butterfly Go By takes visitors on a fun and educational journey alongside migrating monarch butterflies!

Eye Color: Yellow Height: 5'7" or 67 inches Age: late 20s Additional Details: simple beetle shaped vest buttons, right breast pocket, shoe buckles with flower buckle, matching bracelet with Julie, beauty mark under left side of bottom lip (i think its a stain lol)

Sentient. Aware.

[missrommydolly]

How long have you've been a Welcome Home fan?

I oficially joined the WH fandom the 20th of july from 2023!!! Fue hace mucho tiempo :)

Fun fact: i learned about WH thanks to tiktok :3

[a-lost-crow]

Psychic AU sketches/drawings along with some more notes about the AU

CW a bit of murder mentioned

If y'all are new, there are some things to know

Eddie has white hair and has moved to a neighborhood full of psychics!

There are 2 types of psychics. Regular Psychics and Ghost Psychics (also known as Espers)

Espers have a streak of colored hair

Eddie has always been a mystery ever since he came to the neighborhood

Whenever he gets asked about his past he often doesn't know how to respond to that

He would only recall what happened 10 years ago but not 10 months ago

And it's not just the memory loss

People often recalled seeing him

Or hearing about him in the news

Wally claimed that he talked to him before he moved in

And Eddie would randomly get cold, even if it's in the summer

He tries to ignore it as he talks to the current residents

Mostly Frank as they're as much as a mystery as to him

Frank finds Eddie and Julie as a reliever to talk to

As he's trying to uncover a stressful mystery about recent murder cases

Below here is an infodump about the Esper stuff

Espers can see ghosts

And there's a job that revolves in giving services to ghosts before they fade away

Which I'll call Spectral Helpers for this AU. People who work there are called spectralists

Spectralists have different methods to helping ghosts

Because their powers are different and can't be done the same way

There is no specific uniform as they can wear whatever they want

As long as they are wearing some outerwear to show professionalism (and for legal reasons)

They can change outerwear whenever they want

Though they have to pay $100 to change it

Wally, being the extra guy he is, will change it often with no thought

[umbraticstickerz]

Doodles!! Minor tw for blood!!

First time drawing Poppy lol

Howdy uses a broken Shelf as a weapon

That moment when your husband pretty violently turns into a candy zombie

As always im very open to questions about the CandyPuppet AU!

[wasalexhere]

Hello, I'm back to posting again! Here's some doodles of the Welcome Home characters!

You can request me to draw something! (it can be WH related or other stuff, feel free to ask! (no NSFW))

[legions-tape]

LEGION UNMASKED.

Personal interpretations are my own & Sims Credits belong to @toxicsmile101 (my partner) as usual.

[thebelovedmuse]

Could do a Wally x a reader and Wally’s flirting with the reader

**AN: Anon I hope you're ok with Wally aggressively flirting 😂

💜💙💚

You enter Julie's house, hoping you're not late for her party. Almost everyone is there but luckily there is one seat left open, you sit down and glance over to Wally who is sitting next to you. Mentally you are over the moon being able to sit next to him, you for sure had a crush on him and you weren't sure but it seemed like maybe he felt the same way? You just hadn't gotten up the confidence to make a move yet.

"Y/N you're looking lovely today," Wally says. You smile and begin to respond but you suddenly hear Julie call out your name from the kitchen, she needs help bringing the food out to everyone. You head into the kitchen and help to bring a few trays out, you set them on a table in the living room and turn around to find your seat once again and oh...Poppy has arrived and has taken your seat! You look around dismayed, there are no seats left.

"Y/N! Here, sit with me." Wally exclaimed, you walk over and he pats his lap. You then realize he meant sitting ON him which secretly gives you a thrill but you don't want to seem overly excited, still not sure about Wally's intentions. "You're so warm Y/N, I should ask you to sit in my lap more often. It's...nice."

"Um, thanks Wally," you say with a small laugh. You join in the conversations with the rest of the group when you begin to feel a hand softly running up and down your back. You turn your head back to look at Wally, your eyes meeting his. You're surprised to see how big his dark eyes had become, you find yourself not being able to look away. You feel the heat in your body rising like you're on fire and you bite your lip but still cannot tear your eyes away. You have no idea how long you were stuck in this staring contest but you manage to blink and Wally lets out a content sigh, his eyes now have a heavy-lidded, dreamy look to them.

This moment between the two of you is interrupted when you overhear Frank make a sarcastic remark involving the two of you needing to get a room. You try to snap yourself out of the embarrassment and join the rest of the group.

Soon the party is over and you hug everyone goodbye. You walk up to Wally last and give him a hug, he seems to hold you a little tighter then usual and whispers into your ear, "You know, Frank's idea might not be so bad...."

💜💙💚

[stonerfromlesbos]

We are meant to be. | b.e

summary: the truth, this comforts or scares you? perhaps she’s not the only one with dark secrets.

warnings: soft smut, suspense, plot, !toxic billie, !dom billie, !sub reader, graphic scenes, a lot of violence in general.

read part one here!

— 3:32am, in your shared apartament, LA.

“unknown number, 2 new messages”

what the actual fuck? you thought to yourself.. who could be texting you at 3 am?? as soon as you open the messages, your heart start beating fast.

she knew damn well what she was doing to you, but you decided to not give in so easily. you couldn’t just handle yourself to her after all that you did… it wouldnt be fair with all the sacrifices you did just for her. she wanted to play that game, but she didn’t even expected you to be ahead of her. you turned your phone off and tried to sleep, but how could you sleep if shes on your mind? her touch, her kisses, her gasps for air… god that was still pretty fresh in your memory.

she always been on your fucking mind.

but your blood was still boiling… and the reason had an name, Julie. she was that desperate to get attention that she almost jumped on billie knowing damn well that you had a crush on her? that was just too fucked up, and you’d make sure she knew that.

— the next day, 12am, LA.

You started hearing some noises coming from the kitchen, and a good smell of fresh breakfast.. you woke up in an baggy tee and just panties, going to check if julie was doing anything for the both of you.

As you’re going down the stairs, you start to notice there a few things are off… you can hear julie giggling uncontrollably, perhaps she invited some guy she was fucking to our apartment? you didn’t knew. As you peeked to look at the kitchen, you saw billie standing there, absolutely nonchalant while your friend was almost begging for her to gave her attention, to fuck her, or anything that the basic shallow girl wanted.

“billie? wtf are you doing here?” you say almost smirking.. you knew damn well what she was up to, you knew all this time. they both look at you, billie opening an side smirk a the moment she saw you only in a tee. julie was clearly getting pissed at this, she was trying so hard, and you got billie’s attention without even trying to.

“good morning princess…” she says playing dumb and ignoring the question as her smirk turns into an smile as she looked at you up and down.

“i asked you something, and how do you know where i live?” you said forcing an confused face as she smirked more at you.

“julie texted me, and i asked for your address, so she gave it to me.” she says, in a teasing tone. she was clearly trying to mess with you.

“why would you do that?” you say as julie just stay sitting in the balcony chair and stares at the both of you clearly uncomfortable for not being the center of attention.

“you didn’t replied to me properly when i asked you to come over to my place, remember? so i had to take another way honey…” she says getting closer to you, as you both forgot julies existence.. she start speaking.

“did you invite her to come over to your place…? you clearly forgot to tell me that.” she feels excluded and used as she takes her purse, walking towards the door, slamming it as she gets out of the apartment.

you were about to talk something, as you both hear an alarm coming from the tv, it was breaking news from LA.

“there was two bodies found in los angeles this morning.” until that part it was “normal” for LA… but as the presenter continues to speak, you two were left with your mouths wide open.

“one of them known as frank enastacio, a 67 old famous actor, recently envolved with multiples scandals evolving the s.a’s of minors. and the other was an young girl, mostly known by “drew” or just the ex best friend of the world famous popstar billie eilish.”

we were both staring at the news, thinking about drew and that random guy. until a picture of him appears on the screen, and you quickly recognized him.

“come on, do you know who i am, darling? i could make all your wishes come true.”

you could remember vividly her gross and suggestive tone, trying to get his hands all over you, trying to manipulate you, but he couldn’t do that. billie stopped him, she protected you, “you’d still wonder how she knew the exact moment that he would try something…” that was an fucking lie, you knew damn well how she knew that.

you thought of it.

you smirked.

as billie stared at the screen not believing that her childhood best friend was actually dead.. you wrapped your arms around her as she cried on your shoulder. burying her face on your chest… they weren’t close anymore, but she’d still in shock. the presenter continues…

“theres been an alarming increase in the violent homicide rate, the police states that it couldn’t be just one serial killer, but two of them. the circumstances and particularities of the murders are different.” billie start staring at the tv, watching it carefully to not miss anything.

“theres the most violent one, we’ve been speculating that this one only murdered young girls.. the list goes on odessa zion, found last week buried on the woods, quenlin blackwell found on the same grave as odessa, amelia dimoldenberg, found on a lake.. and lastly, drew starkley, found on a shallow grave a few cities away of the big los angeles.”

That broke her down, everyone knew that odessa and queen were billie’s best friends… odessa was more, she was the girl that billie thought she would marry. they never dated, but everyone knew that billie fucking loved her.

“the most ‘chill’ one murders murders only men, usually older and unknown men. the list of name’s wasnt published because mostly this men weren’t public figures, just one of them was known, frank enastacio.”

that was getting fucking interesting.

— 2 weeks later, 8pm, in billie’s bedroom.

“babe i don’t have anything to wear today.. i can’t go meet ur friends looking like im homeless.” you said with a pount face as she grabbed your chin giggling and giving a little kiss on your mouth.

“look at the closet babe..” she says smirking as she put on her tie.

You just rushed into her big closet finding an big black dress with an little bag on the side.. you opened the bag and found a lacy black lingerie, hearing her voice behind you.

“you’re going to use this tonight.” she says as she clicks on a little bottom on her phone and the underwear start vibrating. “just to let you know.” she smirked looking at you up and down.

“you’re evil..” you strip in front of her, putting only the lingerie on, after that you turn around and get closer to her.. “turn it on.” you say in a demanding tone as she smirks back at you.

“as you wish.” she turns it on, putting it on the max. you squirm so hard that you automatically close your legs, almost falling on the ground, but billie doesnt let you fall and carries you to her bed. “not that tough right now, huh?” she spoke mocking you

“i want you to hurt me. fucking hurt me.” you said between moans and squirms.. as she hear that, her smirk grows wider.

“oh yeah? you want me to ruin you babe? you’re such a greedy whore. hands behind your back.” she says as she stops the vibrations, making you gasp, you quickly turn around and obey her. she took her tie and tied your wrists together, and suddenly you knew that she wasn’t playing.

— 10pm, same day, at billie’s friends house, LA.

you were drinking and enjoying the party, but you looked really tired… it was billies fault for bending you over and fucking you brainless before this.

but she wasn’t chill at all, she looked almost.. you know, paranoid. it was unusual, and you did nothing about it… you just watched her as she walked, whispering things for herself as she dragged you into the car to go back home without saying a word. you were getting pissed.. because this time, you didnt knew what it was.

— 10:50pm, at billie’s place, LA.

she didn’t say a word to you since you two got home, you decided to take a shower and after that you would sleep. after the shower, billie was already on the bed, with an sleepy look, you lay beside her, getting cozy on her arms as usual. you slept like an angel.

until you woke up in the middle of the night, and she wasn’t by your side anymore… you heard a sobbing noise coming from one of billie’s rooms, as you got up and started slowly walking to see where it was.. you saw the only room that was locked by a key with the door wide open

You walked like a feather, trying not to make any noise. As you got almost in front of the door, you tried to see what was going on there… billie was on her knees on the floor, as the room was full of wallets, ids and even desmembered body parts of everyone you ever dated…

“how could i do that do her..? her friends know it i could see in their faces!” she was crying, sobbing…

“billie? whats this? whats happening?” you say as you try to understand her, backing off a bit when you saw she had a knife in her hands.

“i killed drew, odessa… even fucking amelia! i shouldnt’ve done that… i only do it for you.. to protect you, im a fucking monster.. go away i know you want to… you dont deserve you even a little bit… im so fucking sick…” she says as she starts crying and sobbing.. you gently took the knife off her hands, throwing it somewhere.

“we are soulmates, billie.”

“w-what did you just say?” she says finally looking at you, at your soft smile, it felt like you were comforting her for a bad grade… not for murdering people.

“you didn’t kill odessa, drew.. or amelia, i did… darling i know everything about you too, isn’t that crazy? i always saw you on the screens… i always knew we were meant to be.”

“we are meant to be, billie.”

“forever.”

SORRY FOR THE WAITT, i was trying to write smut but as you can see… it didnt worked outt, HOPE YA ENJOY ITT (ofc the plot is inspired by you

[sketchy-tour]

ALRIGHTY! Time to formally reintroduce yall to my silly idiot OC Dandy!

and by that I mean, I redid their ref art, tweaked their bio, and finally made a ref for their stupid pajamas! Wanted to do other fits for them but aa another time. Brain is mashed potatoes.

Anyway, Dandy is my silly WH oc who's main theme is self care/self love messages shown through the imagery of gardening! Meant to be a sort of "garden of the self" sort of deal. They go by ANY PRONOUNS! She/her or He/Him, or They/Them are all correct and okay to use when talking about them! (I just tend to default to they/them) Putting their full bio under the break!!! So you can read it all there!

"Resident gardener of Welcome Home, Dandy Leon is a curious but careful presence among the others in the neighborhood. They enjoy the quiet and spending their time tending to their various flowers. While a little shy around their fellow neighbors, they open up quickly when asked about their garden. Despite their more introverted disposition, they're always determined to make every day just dandy!"

It’s presumed that Dandy makes appearances only in the later episodes of the show’s run. But in old scripts found with them, it's shown that they moved to Home specifically because they were interested in the local plant life there. The episode that featured their move in seemed to focus on them slowly warming up to the others in the neighborhood, as their shy nature made it difficult for them to properly meet everyone. When asked as to where they lived before moving to Home, Dandy mentions living in a farm town far away, simply deeming it "far more south from here!" A lot of their dialogue also mentions their father, though he's never named but instead mentioned passively as Dandy would often use phrases like "Well it's like my pop always said-" when speaking to the other puppets.

During their short time on the show, Dandy's segments seemed focused on care for their garden, the language hinting that the flowers were more a metaphor for taking care of oneself and well being. Other characters can be found pointing out how much better Dandy’s garden looks when they’re feeling happy, but also comment how wilted it becomes when they’re shown to be a bit more downtrodden. They feel strongly about how important it is to be kind to yourself, even if it’s a skill they’re shown to still be working on themselves. Their confidence is something they also struggle with, seemingly a character meant for shyer audience members to attach to and grow alongside with. Dandy is often depicted in illustrations with Frank, getting along quite well in the show, often joining him and Julie on small escapades. Before the show's end however, most of Dandy's screen time is with Wally as he tries to get Dandy out of their shell more to spend time around others.

Interestingly, what pronouns were used for them seemed to change between the show's episodes and illustrated materials. While neighbors would refer to them as 'he' during the show, most art pieces seemed to refer to Dandy as a 'she'. Whether this was simply a miscommunication between teams or a printing error is unknown.

[koifsssh]

The Greaser Au!

(oh goodie! it's here!)

bwah, where to start?

long, long, long rambles below! (Beware!)

Wally! I'll start with Wally!

As you can imagine, Wally is the little leader of the group! Promptly dubbed after his last name, "The Darlings"! (how darling they are indeed!)

Wally had grown a fascination with the trend, though he didn't quite understand the need to act so tough and mean, so he decided to make his own group! (with the help of Barnaby!)

Motorcycles, catchy tunes, being free on the road is something everyone should enjoy! So who cares if you're big or small, or if you like the color pink? Anyone can be a greaser as long as they got a jacket and a bike to go along with it!

At least, that what he believes anyway!

Speaking of a certain beagle...

Barnaby!

Barnaby of course wanted to join in on the fun, and he very publicly advertised Wally's gang at his little comedy nights! (It did catch a certain blonde's attention!)

it did garner attention, with the way the beagle so affectionately told of Wally's endearingly comedic actions from their day to day life. Barnaby also helped Wally organize the entire set up, helping him get paint and base jackets for the painter to personalize! (He also suggested Poppy's diner as a hangout spot! He had it all thought out!)

Plus, it made his best friend happy! Who could ask for more? Well... maybe Barnaby would ask for a hotdog or two.

Julie!

Julie is a seasoned hair stylist! She owns her own hair salon! She's excellent at her job, however more often than not she gets a unpleasant customer.

Stress can pile up unfortunately, and when she attended a comedy show one evening she couldn't help but be ecstatic at such an idea of being free on the road. It felt like the perfect destresser!

Talking on the phone with Frank was great and all, but nothing compares to feeling the rush of wind in her hair... So she jumped at such an opportunity! And of course, Julie doesn't go anywhere without a certain frowny bookworm!

Frank!

Frank is an entomologist! (and a part-time librarian during the summertime!) A dream job really, but every dream comes with its hurdles! Similar to Julie, Frank found themself stressed. Usually books were able to decompress them, but lately they've been growing frustrated, the one thing they hate the most is incompetent writing!

It took a lot of convincing to get Frank to even consider the idea of being a greaser, let alone get on a motorcycle... but Julie can be very insistent when she wishes to be! Not even a week passed before they begged Julie to stop her nagging, but in exchange they had to at least go with her once on a motorcycle...

how mortifying.

However! the thrill of being on the open road at a high speed was something they never knew they needed! Needless to say, after that, they were hooked!

Sally!

Sally was the last member to join! and she took her spot quite quickly!

Sally had been in Poppy's diner when she saw The Darling's walk in, she was in awe! Colorful motorcycles? Matching jackets? They all looked marvelous! The star couldn't help herself when she walked up to them, simply starstruck at such a group!

They all looked to be having such fun... she wanted to take part!

When Sally asked if there was a spot left for her, Wally softly smiled at her and stated, "Anyone and everyone can join!"

She was content that day, and from then on, it really was the best group of friends she could ever ask for!

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whew! im done!

(this is my second time typing this... i had lost it all the first time. bwah. but it's here!!!)

im quite happy how everything turned out! I think i'll use this as a master post of sorts, just so you don't have to dig through my stuff just to find anything specific!

I'll leave Poppy's & Howdy's explanations here! (Just know those designs are old! All the designs in this post are the ones i will be using!)

Poppy's Diner!

additionally! I will give you everyone's closeups!

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

july

a summer in dunbrook, part two

a/n: SUMMER BUZZCUT! I REPEAT, SUMMER BUZZCUT!!

summary: with the dropped ice cream blissfully forgotten, a soft laugh billowed out of you, “thank you,” as your fingers raked through his dark hair, “now,” you let out a deep exhale, “are you ready to lose some of this?” and tugged gently at his locks. 

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, sequel to lilac, smut, lumberjack AU, ice cream, haircut, nightmare, crying, kissing, dirty talk, oral

word count: 1834

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Both of your feet swung gently as you sat on the kitchen table and let your gaze trace the shirtless boulder of a man who wandered around the cabin in a wild goose chase. The ice cream cone you were holding for Frank as he searched slowly melted in the scorching heat the treat helped combat. In between licks of your own cone, firmly clasped in your dominant hand, you raised up your other to lap up the streak of strawberry cream that had melted down your forearm. 

Stretching up from his molten position on the kitchenette’s floor, Enzo’s back rose to graze the soles of your feet and he momentarily paused there, happily puffing as you caressed his long spine, before he moseyed off to hop up on the couch. 

“Ah!” Frank exclaimed, the entire length of his arm stuffed inside a cabinet, “found it!” and yanked out a pair of clippers for you to see, “told you I had some lying around.” 

Crossing the living space to join you once again, he placed the trimmer beside where you sat, before he retrieved the half-melted treat you handed back to him. 

Your gaze however narrowed as you watched him devour the remainder of his ice cream in a matter of seconds. 

“What are you doing?” your teeth nearly began to ache as you watched him bite into the frozen dessert, “why can’t you just lick it like a normal human being?” 

A slight smirk then appeared on his lips as he swallowed the last bit. Holding your gaze, he grabbed your wrist, which kept your ice cream angled towards your lips, and raised it up till it was completely out of your reach. But before you could complain, his head tilted as he let his tongue trace the melted chocolaty line that dripped down and created stripes from your palm to your elbow.

“Like that?” he cheekily asked before continuing his lapping. 

Breath caught in your throat as you stared back at him, a hazy chuckle then bubbled out of your lungs as the softness of his tongue and the silkiness of his open-mouthed kisses sufficiently melted you just like the ice cream, still clutched in your grasp. 

“Y-yeah, that’s–, uhm, yeah…” your eyes fluttered as you watched him slowly sink down to the floor. 

Planting a peck on one of your knees that poked out of the thin sundress that had ridden up, he teased, “you’re such a messy eater, sweetheart,” he nipped you playfully, “I think you managed to get some ice cream down here too…” 

An airy giggle then escaped you as his beard tickled your thigh, “probably…” 

“You always eat your ice cream so slowly that you end up wearing it all,” he jested, though you both knew you hadn't managed to get any on the spot where his hot kisses were clearly on a path towards. 

His grasp then scooped around you and yanked you closer to the edge, closer to him.

“You want me to clean it up for you?” he glanced up at you as he pushed the hem of your dress up higher, his hot breath already fanning over the wet spot decorating the cotton of your underwear. 

“Mhm,” you nodded, biting down on your grin as he hooked a finger in your panties and pulled the gusset to the side, clutching it there as your legs instinctively cracked further open for him. 

As his sloppy kisses then began to devour you whole, your free hand fluttered down and weaved in with his hair, softly clutching it for purchase as his sturdy nose nudged firmly against your clit, before enclosing his attention around it, making your entire body buzz.

He eagerly lapped up your wetness, just as if it was the dripping ice cream cone in your hand, the one that swiftly dropped to the tabletop beside your seat as your thighs began to tremble on either side of his thick skull.

His name tumbled off your lips as a hazy chant before it melted into a shuttering moan that reverberated throughout the small cabin. 

Giving your puffy pearl one last peck that managed to make you jump slightly from the sensitivity, Frank uttered, “there,” and let your panties snap back into place and wetly cling against your core, “all clean.”

With the dropped ice cream blissfully forgotten, a soft laugh billowed out of you, “thank you,” as your fingers raked through his dark hair, “now,” you let out a deep exhale, “are you ready to lose some of this?” and tugged gently at his locks. 

Pulling himself back up to his feet, he stole a swift kiss before declaring, “very.”

Helping you off the counter, you then seized the clippers as he caught one of the chairs by the small dining table. With a short whistle from Frank’s lips, Enzo jumped off the couch and tottered out the ever agape front door and joined the pair of you on the small porch. 

The golden dog curled up by Frank’s feet as he planted himself in the chair, briefly bending down to scratch his ear as you studied the settings on the hair clippers. 

Standing behind him, you breathed, “alright,” before planting your palms on each of his broad shoulders and craning your neck to kiss the crown of his head, “welcome to my barbershop, sir. What can I do for you on this fine summer day?”

“Just take it all off,” his fingers swiftly ran through both his beard as well as the short waves tickling his forehead. 

“How short?” you extended the trimmer down for his sight to catch. 

He swiftly slid the guard up only a few millimetres, just enough for a proper buzzcut, one you knew he’d adorned countless of times throughout his life, though a side of him you’d never had the chance of actually witnessing yourself. 

Once all of his locks dusted the sun-heated porch and only a shadow of the dark hair remained on the curve of his skull and along his wide jaw, you clicked the buzzing of the clippers off and brushed some more fuzz off his bare shoulders. 

“Wow…” you breathed as stepped back and took in his new appearance properly. 

“What? Did you take off one of my eyebrows?” he jested, glancing back at your stunned smile. 

“No, they’re there, you’re perfect, you’re–, wow…” you giggled as you hadn’t quite expected it to suit him this much, nor stir up the butterflies deep within your belly Frank had tamed only moments before, “you look really handsome…”

Catching a hold of you, he scooped you close and brought your grin to his. The now short scruff that prickled his jaw was a stark yet welcome contrast to the softness of his lips. 

However, when the kiss began to heat up and his silky tongue flickered out to dance against yours, a laugh suddenly burst from you. 

“What?” he breathed blissfully as he gazed up at your giggling visage and let his hands wander across your bottom. 

“It’s just–,” you chuckled, “you still taste like me.”

Catching your jaw, he then guided you back down and stole another peck.

“And you still taste like ice cream.” 

Stirring awake with a shaky gasp of air, the petrifying nightmare that had haunted your slumber caused tears to swiftly sting the corners of your eyes.

Glancing to your left, you discovered that you fortunately hadn’t managed to wake your partner, though you surely would if he heard the sobs that were fighting to escape you. 

Carefully, you tried to be swift as you peeled the thin sheet off of your sweat-glistening frame and got out of bed. Your tip toes carried you all the way through the cabin, past the snoring dog by the cold fireplace, and out of the front door till you stood on the rough wooden planks of the porch. 

Shuttering weeps rocked your form and caught on the mild night breeze that rustled the treetops sprouting up around the nearby lake. 

And when the uncontrollable cries began to mellow out and morph into weary sniffles, you found yourself crumbled onto the crooked steps with your head resting against the railing. 

As you blinked down at the scar that broke up the skin on your upper thigh, nauseating images of the vivid dream began to flood you once more just before you heard the door behind you creak and a low gravel found your ears. 

“Hey,” the molasses of Frank’s deep voice flowed over you, though you couldn’t gather the strength to answer him. As he overheard one of your soft sniffles, it felt as if you only blinked once before he was sitting beside you on the steps. Catching sight of your tear-stained cheeks in the moonlight, he only exhaled softly, “do you wanna talk about it?” 

“I’m okay,” you answered automatically, though he didn’t hesitate to gently correct.

“That’s not what I asked,” clearly seeing through your white lie. 

“It was just a nightmare,” you glanced back down at your legs poking out of the borrowed t-shirt you’d slept in, “same as it usually is, so no, I don’t particularly wanna talk about it…” 

Tenderly grasping your hand in his, he simply nodded, “okay,” before the sound of paws clicked against the floors behind you.

Before you could turn your head, you felt as Enzo came up beside you and nuzzled himself against you. 

“Hey, buddy,” a soft smile crinkled up your bloodshot eyes as you briefly tangled your free fingers in his honied fur, before he sat down beside you and you slinked your arms around him completely, letting your face smoosh into his fluff. 

“You’re such a good boy,” Frank uttered as he scratched him as well.

“The best,” you pulled back and wiped your nose with the back of your hand, “I’m so sorry your family haven’t found you yet,” tears nearly began to prickle out again as you spoke, “you’re so wonderful, how could someone not turn the world upside down just to track you down again?”

“Maybe his owner was someone who didn’t treat him alright and that’s why he left,” Frank thought out loud, “or maybe it was someone old, someone who died, and that’s why no one’s found him.”

“Do you really believe that?” you glanced up at him. 

“Maybe,” he tilted his head, then slowly said, “I’ve also been thinking, perhaps if we continue to still not hear anything, that maybe we keep him.”

Sucking in a breath, “really?” the corners of your lips couldn’t help but tug upwards. 

“Yeah, I mean if you want to,” Frank shrugged, “I know you adore him, but I also know that saying yes to something like that is completely different from just giving him a temporary place to stay–”

“No, I want to,” you spat out, clinging your arms tighter around Enzo as your gaze flickered down to look at him, “I wanna–, yes.”

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[sunnie-writes]

kiss marks !!

pairing: wally darling x reader !!

genre: fluff, friends to lovers.

tw: stimming(?), mentions of intense staring.

plot: julie convinces reader to try makeup for fun, and then end up leaving a certain yellow fellow easily flustered by this.

pronouns: they/them, makeup has no gender !!

sunnie, talk that talk: AAAAAAAH MY FIRST WELCOME HOME FIC !! i seriously hope you guys enjoy it <33 feel free to give any constructive criticism if needed !!

"trust me, you'll look delightful!!" julie happily said.

you could only smile at her antics. in this situation, you were being julie's test doll as she tried different makeup looks on you. after some time though, she decided to set on a particularly chic look on you, smokey eyes and cherry red lipstick. not only that, she made you dress up in clothes that fit the makeup more, saying something about "fitting the dark fancy look".

"aaaand done!!" julie placed down the lipstick, "oh. my. gosh!! you look absolutely stunning!!"

"do i? where is the mirror??" you asked, going directly to your reflection.

you could agree, that looked absolutely great on you, maybe you should try different styles for often. only with julie around, though.

"you look like a hollywood star, or maybe one of those crazy rich people on tv shows!!" she stimmed, flapping her hands nonstop.

"thank you, i... liked this." the praise made you shy.

"oh, we need to go now!! poppy is holding a friend gathering tonight in her backyard!!" julie smiled while catching your hand to hold hers.

you both left the girl's house and began walking towards poppy's. on the way, you thought about what could the neighbors say, maybe even a certain yellow artist would notice and think of you as something more.

truth be told, you had a huuuuuge crush in wally darling, the artist in your lovely tiny neighborhood. nobody could blame you, those half lidded eyes with a cat-like smirk surely would make more than just you fall completely down the stairs of love.

as you two finally arrived, you could see everyone eventually get into your point of view. the food table was full of delicious looking meals, and not to mention how everyone was dressed in different outfits from their usual daytime clothing, opting for a more formal look even.

"oh? julie and y/n arrived!!" barbaby exclaimed, "how are you doing, lady and--"

everyone immediately looked in your direction, julie hugged your arm on your side and giggled. heat started pooling in your cheeks as each of their eyes seemed to get wider at your presence. sally was the first to break the silence.

"oh my, y/n looks amazing!!"

barbaby whistled, "julie sure did a great job, you look stunning."

you chuckle as more praises pour in. unfortunately, it seems like the reason you got overly dressed up hasn't shown up yet. moving to the table, you get yourself a nice glass of grape juice while looking over to the gateway incase wally randomly pops out of the air.

looks like your prayers were answered, you hear poppy scream like a mother seeing her son in graduation clothing, "wally!! you're finally here!!"

you look over to him, your cheeks heating up immediately and heart beating a bit more fast. standing in a blue tuxedo with a red tie was wally, with his pompadour still up and his mesmerizing eyes. you swallow the air as to control yourself.

"ha ha, hello everyone." his voice still sounds as calm and relaxed as ever, which doesn't help at all with your flustered state.

"let me guess, you're late because you were working on your pompadour?" frank sarcastically spoke.

"oh, you guessed it. nice one, ha ha!" wally just laughed before looking around him, "all of you look amaziiiiiiiingggg..." his words slurred down as his eyes stopped at you.

you could feel his eyes burning through your skin. if you were made of wax, you would've melted already. his stare was everywhere, your clothing, your hair before finally stopping at your face, meeting your gaze.

"oh my..." wally had his mouth wide opened.

"hehe, surprised?" barnaby questioned his friend with a knowing face.

"y/n decided to let me do their makeup and choose their outfit today, don't they look amazing?!" julie exclaimed happily.

snapping out of his thoughts, wally answered.

"yea, of course." he smirked as usual while looking in your eyes, "what a sight for sore eyes."

you blushed before thanking him, earning another one of his half lidded eyes stare. wally made his way to you, holding one of your hands and planting a kiss on the back of your palm.

"oh my, what a gentleman we have here." you chuckled, trying to play cool.

it seemed to work, his usual yellow cheeks earned a light red shade. liking his reaction, you decided to be a bit more bold, planting a kiss on his cheek before walking away to julie, leaving a flustered wally holding where your lips once were.

"ooh, what was that?? you looked so... powerful!!" she jumped up and down.

"w- well i mean, two can play this game, right?" your tongue failed you, making you stutter and julie giggle at that.

"hehe, sly y/n!! i like this side of you, makes you look all cool and mysterious!" she striked a pose with finger guns, you laughed at that.

suddenly, sally walked right behind julie, waving at her and stopping in front of you, motioning for you to get close.

"i don't mean to gossip, but wally can't keep his eyes off of you!" the sunshine whispered.

you looked over your shoulder, making eye contact with that smug stare of his. you could feel him scanning your face, which was obviously making him more flustered since he couldn't stop staring so much.

seeing the romantic tension in the air, julie and sally looked at each other before walking together to the opposite side that you were, starting a conversation with eddie and frank. wally, seeing this opportunity, approached you with confident steps.

"so, mx. l/n, what made you dress up so... differently?" he asked.

"oh, you know darling, just for the friend gathering." you took use of his last name, obviously causing a reaction as he noticed what you did.

"ha ha, clever as ever, i see."

"thank you. any other question?" you smugly smiled at him while screeching on the inside.

"hmm, do you wanna take a walk with me, we can take a look at the stars maybe."

you were jumping up and down inside your head, "of course, lead the way."

you walked by his side, interlocking your arms together. his shoulders relaxed and he widened his eyes before walking out of the gateway with you by his side.

you gotta' give him credits, the sky looked absolutely beautiful that night.

"the stars look beautiful tonight." you spoke, eyes shining like the billions of lights above you two.

"not so beautiful as someone i know." wally was obviously hinting at you, but you decided to play his game.

"oh really? who?" you jokingly questioned.

"you know who." he responded, you tilted your head in a provocative manner, "you, of course."

"quite the romantic you are." you leaned closer to him, making his cheeks get brighter, "any other reason of why you wanted to take me out in this particular night?"

he looked to the side before staring right back at you.

"there is another reason." he released your arm and got in one knee, "you see, i have something to confess to you. y/n l/n, ever since you moved in here, i was never able to take my eyes off of you. even as you walked by and just laughed with our friends, i could always find my gaze stuck upon your figure. i thought i was able to keep my feelings hidden for you, each and all of my pining could be hidden as i fell more deeper for you. but today, you showed up in a way that i can't explain, blessing my eyes and enchanting this puppet's heart right into your palm." your heart was beating so fast, eyes almost watering before you calmed down, cheeks reddening at the sight of his moonlit self, "so i beg and ask of you, would you wanna give this artist a chance and become his one and only muse?"

you were speechless, only nodding your head before he got up and you threw yourself at him, kissing his face and leaving multiple lipstick marks. cheeks, forehead, the space where his nose would be, and finally, his lips.

you were so happy, couldn't contain yourself from leaving him absolutely breathless.

"of course, i do." you chuckled while he tried to recompose himself, only to be stared at by heart eyes and a loving sigh.

"give a man a warning before you rock his world like that." he laughed quietly.

you held his face on your palms, and it felt like you were holding the world, feeling confidence wash over you as you traced your eyes towards the marks you left on him.

"WOOOO-HOOOO!! GO Y/N!!!!" you heard someone scream.

looking over your shoulder, you were met with all of your friends watching you guys from afar. eddie and frank holding hands while eddie laughed and his boyfriend just slightly smiled, julie jumping up and down while stimming alongside sally who was shining even more brightly, howdy chuckling while clapping all of his four hands, barnaby clapping while howling happily and poppy stared with watered eyes like a proud mother.

well, at least you two didn't need to spend the rest of the night explaining how you and wally darling became a couple.

and with that, you gave him another peck on the lips, before pulling him to all of your friends, while he lovingly stared at you, his for now and forever number one muse.

"dearest, you're the absolute most."

sunnie, talk that talk: HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED!! I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS OMG SUFNEJFJSJDJS n e ways, byeeee dear reader, ily mwah /p

[missrommydolly]

u look adorable! :3 I have some spare chocolate cookies, do u want them?

Do you really think im adorable? Thank you! You are so sweet like sugar :3 thanks for the cookies!

-rommy dolly (i see you, humaaans :D)

[nepxnth3]

The pancake incident

Wally x G!N reader

As you know, Wally cannot cook. While Wally was talking to Frank about making breakfast in bed for Eddie. Wally wanted to do the same thing for you.

So while you’re asleep. He tried to make pancakes. Well, that didn’t even well. It was completely burnt, and there was a few missing / wrong ingredients since Wally tried to make it out of memory since he couldn’t find his cook book. He tried to make some more but he some how got the milk on fire.

Yeah… so when you woke up, the first thing you smelt is burnt food, at first you thought the house was on fire and you panicked before Wally walked in with burnt pancakes which were very.. clearly uneatable. “I made them for you, Darling!” He chirped. “Aww thank you, sweetheart.” You smiled. You watched as he sat there and waited for you to take a bite. You grabbed a fork and and nervously smiled at him. Well, you tried to cut it and it almost slipped off your plate, you took a bite and it was like a brink. You chewed it and smile and nodded at him, you just couldn’t break his heart. “It’s good” you smiled, your eyes got teary. It was horrible, there was egg shells, it was hard like a brick, it was burnt and there was salt instead of sugar and an odd texture. I guess your expression said other wise. “Are you okay, you look don’t look alright.” He asked softly tilting his head. “I’m fine” you Choked up, you put your thumbs up. “I just need milk.” You smiled at him trying to choke infront of him again. “How silly of me! I’ll get it for you.” He runs out of the room.

When Wally left the room you got up open the window and threw the pancakes away. Your aim was something alright..Well poor Barnaby was walking by the neighborhood and next thing you know he’s knocked out by brick pancakes when you saw this you immediately closed the window and went back to bed.

“DARLING I’M BACK!!” Wally walks in with a cup of milk in his hand. He neatly sits near you on the bed, he gives you a small peck. “Here it is!. Wait you already finished the pancakes were they that good?!” He smiles, he had this bright look in eyes. “Ehh, yeah they were great.” You awkwardly smiled while he stared at you. You grab the milk from Wally’s hands and completely gulp it. God, you wanted to get rid of that taste. “I’m just thirsty, thank you they were great, Wally.” You grinned. You caress his face, of course he blushes and turns a pink shade before pulling him in for a kiss.

Later that day..

“I wonder what happened with Barnaby, he’s been out for like a few hours.” Julie looks at Frank. “Is that a brick next to him??” Eddie questioned pointing at Wally’s pancake. “Is he even breathing” Sally asked slightly mortified. Poppy just pokes him with a stick. “Omg they killed Barnaby, em’ bastards.” Howdy chimes in. Eddie picks up the black pancake brick and examines it. “Woah what happened?” Barnaby slowly gets up. Everyone one screams in terrors not expecting him to wake up, out of fear Eddie hits Barnaby with the pancake again which knocks him out… again. “God damn it Eddie you knocked him out again” howdy says turning to Eddie. “IM SORRY!” He apologizes.

Author’s note: I am comedy

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Last Night In The Neighborhood☆

《You're my world, you are my night and day. You're my world, you're every prayer I pray..》

《Warnings: the subject matter this ARG has are potentially disturbing. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Welcome Home was created by Clown @/partycoffin 》

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Moving from your old home is a scary thing, whether you don't care for the danger ahead. Change is different, it's an oddity.

So when you find an old soundtrack album of a kids show from the 70s when you were unpacking. You grow curious.

Noticing a dusty old record player in the farther corner, you try to recall how to even use one. Begrudgingly searching up how to work the machine on your phone. You smile in pride as the vinyl disc starts to swirl about.

Picking up the album cover, you look over the design.

A cast of colorful characters smiles on the cover. Their expressions are forever saved in place, at least eight puppet-looking creatures waved or paid attention to the viewer. Even a little odd house with windows for eyes.

As if they stared right back at you.

Ignoring your uneasiness, you place the item down near the record-player and continued unpacking the little items you brought. That moving truck better be here by tomorrow..

Your feet tap to a few songs, occasionally singing or humming along clumsily with your own made-up lyrics.

When it became nighttime, you were uneasy, the loud noises from outside, and your paranoid self couldn't handle the stress. Grabbing a random record, you place the needle on the disc and throw the covers over yourself. Trying to drown out the world for at least a little peace.

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Waking up to bright lights and rainbow color schemes surprised you. Your legs moved on their own as they take in the sights and sounds of this weird dream.

Houses and streets greet you, along with music that you swore was playing before you fell asleep.

Coming closer to the source of the music, you were shocked by the characters on the album singing and dancing to the rhythm.

One of them notices you and waves you over to join them.

You smile, this was a dream you could get used too.

Joining in with your messy lyrics and footwork. The puppets greet you with open arms and cheers.

When the song finishes, one of them comes up to you. They smile gently, holding out their hand for a handshake, asking for your name.

You tell them, ask for their own.

Before they could say it, they were interrupted by a pink monster girl.

"My name is Julie! That frowny face over there is my best buddy! Frank Frankly! Oh! And over here is..." She continued as she finally finishes with the blue-haired puppet who was shaking your hand.

Not once letting his eyesight stray away from you. "He's Wally! Wally Darling!" Julie said.

She then whispers into your ear loudly. "He's a painter! He likes to paint pretty things.."

The rainbow monster giggles, nudging you coyly and side-eyeing the other puppet.

He appeared uncaring of his friends' teasing, he only smiles. His attention was solely on you, it made you feel... Special.

He made you feel special.

In the following days, you felt yourself changing, you were happier. Content with your daytime life and nighttime shenanigans with Wally and the rest of the puppets.

Hell, even your clothes were starting to change into a whole new style. The colors and lengths become more in tune with the type of clothes your friends wore in your dreams.

Yes. They were your friends, especially Wally, he had become your closest friend in your polychromatic fantasy.

And you couldn't be more thankful. At least, in the beginning...

The more you slept, the longer you stayed, it felt as if the world where Wally resided wouldn't let you leave. As if it was crying out for you to come back whenever you woke up.

You couldn't handle the newfound drowsiness you found yourself in day in and day out. It started to take a toll on you, to the point where you feared to sleep. Afraid that if you fell back into the fantasy, you may never leave.

《If our love ceases to be. Then it's the end of my world for me..!》

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[For context! This was based off Last Night In Soho, were a girl dreams about a mysterious girl in the late 60s. I was inspired to write my version of it it with a mix of welcome home! Thank you for reading! Fan art and reblogs are appreciated! Helps with creativeness, also, to my [WElcome To Your New HomE] fans, sorry for not a new update!]

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Guys listen- LISTEN

Okay. Besides the hilarity them deciding to Cask of Amontillado Poppy, there is something here about these events mirroring both Edgar Allen Poe stories.

TLDR: Just like Eddie, Poppy gains a sense of self and sees beyond the reality of the neighbourhood. The actions of the neighbour coincide with both of Poe's stories down to the theme of death, guilt and fear.

yes this is me rambling again while trying to connect my thoughts- don't judge me!

Sally is putting on the TellTale Heart, a story about a man who hates his roommate, an older man, cause of his blind eye and devises a plan to kill him. On the eighth day, he finally decides to kill him and then hides crime under the floorboards of his house. The police come and he starts to hear the beating of his dead roommate's heart and think the police are fucking with him by pretending they can't hear it. Overcome with guilt and fear, he confesses to his crime.

By the way that Julie talks about an alarm clock, it's obvious to see this is a more tame version of that story.

On the other hand we have the Cask of Amontillado, in which the Main Charcater tricks his friend into think he has a cask of amontillado (alcohol) and lures him to the cellar. This is during carnival season and the friend is SO DRUNK that he doesn't even notice that he's been chained to the wall and is being sealed behind a brick wall until that wall is about halfway done. Overcome with grief the friend stops talking after a while and is quietly sealed behind the wall where he stays for 50 years.

I'm bringing this up because I truly believe that what Poppy experiences in the cut version of the story on the secret website is exactly what Eddie experienced during the Christmas special. Nothing new, people have come to that conclusion already, yada yada- I actually really like @killertoons theory on this

Here's the thing that gets me. I think Home had a lot to do with this. I've gone on at length on Home's influence on the neighbours but there's something about the way the stories are presented that get to me. Like Sally is put in the place of the main character of the Cask of Amontillado and Poppy the victim but I don't think that applies for Telltale Heart. For one, in the play Poppy would have played the old man and Julie the main character with Eddie (and presumably Frank) as the constables. Sally doesn't play a direct role in this story.

Home however does.

Funny thing about Edgar Allen Poe stories, most of the time the Main Characters don't tell the reader why they are doing the things they do. In both stories, both of the MC's assure the reader they are justified in their actions and have no guilt or shame in their actions. In fact their actions are premeditated. I believe Home is the perpetrator in this case. At the very beginning of "Brick by Brick" we see that Home wants to participate but can't because of Poppy and only when Poppy is out of the play does Home takes over. The story goes off without a hitch until we cut back to Poppy who is hearing scratching and thumping on the walls. While I don't think this is Home, cause he's at the play, I do think this happened because of him. Like Eddie this is Poppy becoming aware of herself and the world. Seeing beyond the fourth wall, possibly hearing the staff and crew move around. She's frozen in fear, she can't move to open the door. But then (who I think is Sally) and Frank come along to open the door and ask Poppy why she couldn't do the same. She even asks "Am I out?" and "Where am I?".

Is it petty to believe Home would do this just so he could be in the play? Yeah. But I don't put it past him considering this could be another control tactic. A way to scare the neighbours into behaving. This goes into a mini theory of mine, that Home was not content with the silent observer role it played and wanted more which lead to it overrunning the actual humans in charge of the show, set, puppets, etc. Maybe even injuring one of them which lead to the show being shut down or even investigated.

I would also be remise to not point out that two of the themes of Poe's works above are "death" and "guilt". The MC of TellTale heart does feel guilty for killing the man even if he thought it was justified like how Sally feels guilty for not knowing just how scared Poppy is. The MC of Amontillado though sits though all five stages of grief his friend is going though and doesn't get upset until before he slides the last brick in because at that point, the friend stops talking. I can't 100% match that part up but I thought it's something to add.

Honestly though, this happening in a book and not in a show or special could be a look inside on how WE perceive things. "Brick by Brick" doesn't seem to be an episode turned book, kinda like what Sesame Street used to do. Meaning that any and all recorded happening in the neighbourhood actually does happen to the neighbours (I had my suspicions on this since the Howdy's family Hullabaloo thingy). Finally the last two images we get are haunting to say the least.

God I haven't even mentioned the missing texts or the black ink spots...