#ask sallie

[sesamestsaxophone]

can you show me how you do everyone's eyss? i struggle to make them look right :(

Of course! Here is my take on every neighbors eyes! Hopefully it's helpful. Thanks for the ask!!

[demigods-posts]

no but imagine percy who inherited his mom's beachwave brown, shoulder length hair as a kid. and all of his classmates and teachers thinking he's a girl and referring to him as such. and he doesn't correct them because he thinks it means they find him pretty. and he likes feeling pretty like his mom. then gabe makes him cut his hair in the second grade. and finds he likes the short hair and feeling handsome too. but he also really misses feeling pretty sometimes. and it isn't until after gabe mysteriously dissapears that he grows it out again and reconciles switching between both.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

HI I know the new Halloween character isn't out yet but I needed an outlet for my excitement (Yes, I am unfortunately a Nightmare Before Christmas girlie) 💀 so please be advised that he may not be in character here, I'm just writing based on vibes! This is technically a twisted!Jack Skellington x Reader fic, but the Reader is basically playing a role similar as Sally from the film.

P.S. I want everyone to know that I busted out my drawing tablet to make this special border for him the same day he was first announced... Yeah...

Boo.

On the nights with full moons, he liked to steal away to the Spiral Hill on the outskirts of town.

The outcrop of land overlooked a vast graveyard and field laden with pumpkins, perfuming the air with the crisp sweetness characteristic of autumn. Beyond it, uncharted territory. When he squinted into the darkness, he could make out the vague shapes of naked trees, their gnarled branches like fingers beckoning him to approach, whispering his name.

He draped his long, lithe legs over the hill, letting them hang in the frigid air. Spindly as he was, the wind easily blew them, knocking his legs around like the straw-stuffed limbs of a scarecrow. He kicked with the breeze, carefree as a child on a playground swing.

The moon stitched his pinstriped suit and tattered cravat with silver thread, touched his pointed crown at its highest points. Even the white ribbons ribbing his jacket and the pattern of bones tugged over his gloves seemed to glow under the celestial light. He liked the view, and the view seemed to like him, too.

Held in his skeletal hand was a single flower. He stroked a silken petal, then slipped another finger under it, plucking the petal free. The wind claimed it, setting it sailing off into the unknown.

He continued. A second, a third. So on and so forth, until the flower was left stripped down and barren, even robbed of its leaves.

He dropped the stem off the hill. The pumpkins below consumed it, and the once lovely flower’s body became one with the patch.

"I figured this is where you were."

He lowered his dark circular lenses. His bright eyes slid to the figure that had approached from behind, on feet so swift they hardly made a sound. They came in with the sweetness of deadly nightshade, the trace of a poisoning committed at midnight. "Not a lethal dose, just enough to knock the doctor out for a few hours," as they always said. "How else would I sneak out to see you?"

Dry, ghostly lips dashed with hatch marks pried into an open smile, both teeth and the gaps between them. Charming, in a crooked sort of way. "My dear. You've come."

You bent down. “If you don't mind, I'd like to join.”

“The spot beside me is always reserved for you.” He patted it, inviting you to take a seat.

"Such a gentleman." You sunk down, folding your hands in your lap. "And so handsome when you're brooding. You're terribly good at that."

He was, he was, especially silhouetted by the moon. The man was practically monochrome, but bathed in silver like this, his pale skin was less sickly and more ethereal. He almost appeared like a cruel angel in the light, descending to expunge evil.

"I'm not brooding," he pouted, "I'm dreaming."

“Dreaming." You reached out and tucked a strand of alabaster hair behind his ear. "Father says it’s a ridiculous, wild thing.”

"Ah, but that's what makes it so much thrilling. Life’s no fun without a good scare.”

His mouth quirked to one side, and his smile became off-kilter--as his ideas often were. "He'll bring us to ruin with his crazy, new-fangled thinking and flights of fancy," your father would complain. But you adored that about the boy. How spontaneous he was, how his curiosity was never-ending. He'd race about like a child, picking items up and sticking his face where it probably shouldn't go.

Full of life in this otherwise lifeless town.

"What's this? What's this?" he'd say. "I must know!"

"He's gone daffy," your father would declare.

"Mmm." You nodded absentmindedly, tracing your fingers along the shell of his ear and down to his arm. "What were you dreaming about today?"

He lifted his head, looking beyond the hill and to the woods. Not a word was exchanged. None had to be.

"The Hinterlands?" you whispered. "But we don't know what's out there. No ghoul or monster has ever ventured out that far."

"Then sounds like I'll be the first! They’ll put me down in the history books as a pioneer." His laughter brightened up the gloomy night. When he quieted, his gaze was solemn—more solemn than you'd ever witnessed him. "... Don't you wonder about what's out there? Stuff that's cold and fluffy and falls from the sky. Things that come in colors we haven't seen."

"Sometimes," you admitted quietly, "but those are just dreams. I don't chase them."

"Maybe you should. We should," he mused, fingers tucked under his chin. "I bet there's all sorts of things we've never even dreamed of, too. And wouldn’t you like to see something strange?”

"I would. I really, really would," you told him in a soothing tone. Trying to reassure him as much as you were yourself. "Let's not doing anything dangerous though. I sense something in the wind—tragedy at hand. I can't shake that feeling that something bad is around the bend if you tread that path."

You gingerly laid your hand over his. Behind tinted lenses, his eyes widened.

"Stay here with me," you begged. "We can be together. Gaze at the stars. Be safe in one another's arms."

“… Sweetness, I would love for nothing more than to have you and to hold you ‘til death do us part.” His voice fluttered like the brush of a falling leaf upon your cheek. He regarded you tenderly, locking his fingers with yours and squeezing. “But you know that’s not the kind of man I am.”

“Yes, you’re every flavor of foolish imaginable,” you replied, pressing your forehead against his, “and I love you for that.”

“As do I.” He brought his icy lips to the back of your hand. A chill spider-walked up your arm, and you shivered.

“Then…”

“That’s why I must depart one day.” He pushed his glasses up. You caught the tragic reflection of your face in his lenses. “Out there… something more awaits us. I’m sure of that. I intend to find it and revive our town, this season that’s gone stale.”

“I won’t stop you if you decide to go,” you murmured. “And I will count the days until you return to me.”

“I knew you’d understand.” His smile—now it was touched with sadness, the knowledge of soon parting ways. “Thank you, dearest.”

He stood slowly, drawing you up with him. Your feet followed, as if pulled along by a puppeteer. How in sync the two of you were, how nicely molded your bodies were to one another’s. Your joy melded under the watchful eye of the moon.

“Shall we share a dance? One for the road,” he crooned. An errant breeze tousled his pallid hair, his tattered coattails—but to you, he was fairest of them all. “Our last dance for a while.”

“Alright, let’s make this one count,” you chuckled, “so I can send you off on your travels with a smile.”

“Excellent 🎵” He slid a hand around your waist, guiding you to lean into him. “Let the merrymaking commence!!”

“Yes…!!”

The midnight waltz began.

He led you, step by step, and you trailed after. Movements easy and effortless, like two intertwining maple leaves, spinning and spiraling. Their partner, the center of their universe.

“It’s as plain anyone can see,” he breathed.

“We’re simply meant to be,” you returned.

They danced as if possessed or an enchantment was cast upon their footwear. The moment too sweet, too succulent, to relinquish so soon. They wanted to savor it, indulge in it—and each other.

For never was there a more perfect pair than the Pumpkin King and his consort.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i have a Scene - a Plot if you will - that backs this as context. y'all are gonna have to trust me on this one <3 or read the tags...

[sofiaherzen]

MEG RYAN and HUGH JACKMAN in KATE & LEOPOLD (2001) dir. james mangold

[chez-cinnamon]

So I was talking to some friends on Discord and we were discussing how some movies had cartoon characters with this white guy driving car scene.

I'm just stuck thinking about Fionn and the Welcome Home cast crammed into a car having this same exact moment and it's cracking me up xD

It definitely starts out that way LMAO

[hheisa]

Who is your favorite Creepypasta? And/or who’s your favorite/easiest Creepypasta to draw?

(love your art style + version of biblically accurate creepypasta!!! ❤️❤️)

I will eat your art. Put it on a fine dish and you got a 5 star meal. Yummy

Since i was like 10 years old my favorite creepypasta was bloody painter 😭✋ but i haven't draw him recently 🧍

I have only draw Jeff and Sally ultimately... I can't really say which is harder or easier cause I always get stuck in something like the hair or the clothes 🗿 but Jeff is very fun to draw cause of his silly face and his burned face with just some hairs HWGJSJA

Though I'm also trying to draw a Ticci Toby design! It have been very fun to do... But I have to revisit his story to know how i should draw him to look better (though i think the original design is not that bad I would maybe change just stuff like the outfit).

If you all want, you can send request through the "ask me" box of which creepypasta you want me to draw for me to keep it in mind :D

[mr-nostalgia-blog1]

Do you know Ben or any other ghosts??

Those two are popular.

[kawareo]

I love your Durges sense of humor so much

im sorry lmao

[lizaisdrawing]

Do you ship Wally x Sally? /gen

I think its a nice ship :)

No :O i personally see them as siblings! I like their dynamic that way <3 but I can see it being a nice ship 🤔

they’re my favs 💔 (and jonesy)

[zipora666]

deepest apologies if this was already answered cuz i kinda just got here but is there a Barnaby in your AU?

OF course! After all everyone is welcomed to the carnival!

Barnaby and the bird he have is a plate billed mountain kind of toucan bird! The name of the bird is pineapple lol (Bc he always try to sneak into howdy store to get those 😂) and yea

a new outfit try I did for @cutepotatook with their WH o’’c ...sunny! Yup! (Sorry I rarely give ya fanarts Bc I do remember I did once and thought it was a bit sucks lol so I got a bit shy to show ya my art but I OVERCOME MY FEARS HAHAHA *cough*) anyway here ya go!

enjoy the caique bird! Such silly birds matching for sunny personality (i still can’t get over that one old drawing you did of her killing poor watermelons in magma- 😂

Yup I did try to do an fire feathers outfit- not the best but enjoy!

And some ask (I lost it) want me to answer if I do doodles of the birds in carnival au on school in my sketchbook and show the others au’s of welcome home so-...here ya go..

I did it today it was fun to do but hard Bc I needed to do by memory (I wish my memory was like that on exams-)

And poor @cloudy-dreams I’m drawing to much for you lately I get u suffering with me lol-

Silly bird-

Yup I love tone new pens I use! So good so many sizes!

[askthedrunkanimator]

"Well, here we go I supp- JULIE GET OFF OF ME!!!"

WELCOME TO THE OFFICIAL FIONN FINNIGAN ASK BLOG!!

Where you can ask the one and only grumpy deadbeat puppet dad from the Real World AU any questions you’d like!!!

WHO IS HE THOUGH?

“Once a friendly, thoughtful and hard working goofball with a heart of gold, Fionn worked as one of the Playfellow Company’s best employees, working his way from Apprentice to Head of Animation. Oh how he loved Welcome Home, it gave him a purpose in life, introduced him to the love of his life.. and unfortunately brought him so much pain he became an isolated shut away who refuses to recount the day Playfellow came crumbling down…

It is now 2007, that heart of gold now a heart of cold steel, Fionn lives alone. Every night spent smoking or drinking, no lover and a job he barely tolerates since it pays well. He laments about his past, yet he tries to forget…

But no matter what, his past always comes back to him, in the form of the 8 inky puppets he once knew and loved…”

BLOG BOUNDARIES

It’s primarily a Fionn ask blog, but I will bring in the puppets, his ex and love interest Cassidy and his niece Peony for some asks! Gotta mix it up a little!

Welcome Home DOES NOT belong to me, nor do the puppets! Fionn, Cassidy, Peony and the Real World AU belong to me, but we will follow Clown’s boundaries as well.

No NSFW questions, at all - Fionn and I may be of age, but minors are likely lurking or actively following the Real World AU, so refrain from such. Plus Peony costars in this blog, and she’s 6 soooo… none.

Absolutely NO proship, AppleCest, comship, or anything of the sort. You’re all disgusting.

There will/might be some triggering topics in this story, including (will continue to be updated):

Substance abuse (alcohol and cigarettes)

Gore/Death

Disturbing imagery

Unreality

Some AUs may be brought up for fun (like crossover AUs, or such)

Do not RP with Fionn in the ask box

I will often doodle something for asks, but sometimes I will either just write it or I will answer it as the creator.

That's all for now, character references shall be belong, but I hope you lot enjoy!!!!

References:

FIONN

THE PUPPETS

CASSIDY (To be updated)

PEONY (To be updated)

[ask-sally-face]

Gizmo!

[ask-larry-johnson]

at the nockfell church rn (try me travis we saw you in the window)

[ask-lock-shock-and-barrel]

shh be quiet she's on the hard level

[potato-lord-but-not]

im trying to get a friend to listen to malevolent and they like Larry Johnson form sally face idk much about it but human John looks kinda similar so I showed them and they’re considering it.

thank you so much! I really appreciate all the stories and I bribe myself to get through work with them. Have a great day

show your friend this yes it’s it’s Larry and not John trust me. propaganda time