#i think willy stampler is Woke Now

[angusmcdragon]

hey you guys, did you guys hear? willy stampler is back, and i think he's so woke. i think he's woke now

i heard. i heard he's completely woke

i heard he came back and hes like- TOTALLY woke

yeah he did a lot of thinking and like. hes WOKE now. willy stampler knows a lot about women. he GETS women now

i heard he

i heard willy stampler posted a really good apology to twitter you guys

i think he's woke!

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[hyperionshipping]

"forced proximity prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ — “what if y- “¹ “if you seriously propose that i sit on your lap, i will kill you.”² " For Willy?

Tricks woke up groggy. Groggy and confused. He groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was confused, eyes lazily scanning the features. "I didn't... Fall asleep here?" He said aloud.

His voice carried oddly, and he wondered if he was still asleep. Wasn't there something about that? "You can't think in dreams. No... That isn't right. Ugh, it's something."

As Tricks continued walking, the scenery started to morph. Flickers of what he was used to, to something else, to nothing to, a room? Certainly this was a dream now.

"Did you miss me, Tricks?"

He knew that voice. His heart sank. His hands are clammy. As he turned, Willy Stampler sat on a stone throne. Legs spread, arms resting on the sides, a grin on his face. "It's been a long time."

"I--" Tricks started, losing his words as soon as he breathed again. "You got locked up. I heard it through the grapevine. You can't be doing this."

"Don't tell me you actually thought those idiots would win. One of their dumb grandkids let me out. I thought you'd be happy to see me." There was a glint in Willy's eyes that Tricks hated. A soft, purple haze colored them darker than he remembered. Willy becomed him closer, and, despite now wanting too, Tricks found himself stepping closer and closer to Willy.

"I was better without you in my life. We're done."

"Oh we are not done." Willy sat up straight, his eyes glaring at Tricks. "We have so much to do."

"Absolutely not. I'm leaving here. Wherever here is!"

Willy scoffed, crossing his arms. "What if y-"

"If you seriously propose I sit on your lap, I will kill you. You don't control me anymore."

Willy was silent for a moment. As he stood up, Tricks immediately regretted it. He took a step back, then two, then three, as Willy followed him. Willy grabbed his shirt, yanking him closer. "I know I've been gone, but you can't speak to me like that. I think you forgot what you are, Tricks." Willy was talking in his face. Lip drawn in a snarl. Tricks squirmed, desperately trying to get away. With his free hand Willy grabbed his face. "I own you. We made a deal. Even you know the rules of a blood contract."

There was a flash in Tricks eyes that made Willy's grin grow wider. "You remember what'll happen if you break it?"

"Willy..." Tricks started, as Willy let go and shoved him backwards laughing as Tricks fought to keep his balance.

"I'm not done with you. You're going to help me get what I want. Seems like you need to be trained again. Typical. I'll see you soon. And Tricks? That collar looks real good on you." Willy snapped his fingers before Tricks could interject.

Tricks bolted awake. His blankets were a mess, kicked off and bunched. He was sweating. His eyes wildly looked around. Willy wasn't here. Willy wasn't here. Willy wasn't here.

He sighed, running a hand over his head, as he dragged his hand down his face, his thumb brushed something around his neck.

Willy's collar was still firmly locked around his neck, just a bit too tight, as it always had been.

Tricks suddenly felt cold. Willy was out. Willy was out and he couldn't do a thing to escape.

It was over. He'd lost.

[ike-mcswains-mortician]

SO SO SO!! A little backstory for this- these are are Rickie’s notes from his journal and the journal was torn apart and these were the only ones that stayed readable! some stuff are removed incase of quill seeing this lmao (this is a long ramble apologies!)

13/04/1998

Today marks one month of me being in the cabin. It hasn’t been long, but things have already gone weird. The red walls start to bleed if I don’t get enough sleep, which reminds me, I’ve started sleep medication. I got it from Sage, since she was in town. She looked tired when I opened the door, but that isn’t odd, that’s just her. Apparently the camp is starting to pick up again in campers, meaning I’ll have yo go back to the camp at some point. Every time I go to wipe the walls, I keep getting rashes and itches afterwards, and the Mark seems to be growing redder. I hate it. I think I need to start putting up wards but not what Sage is doing. She’s knowledgeable, but I don’t trust her judgement when it comes to that. I don’t even know if she actually wants to help me or if this is just the Goat telling her what to do. Anyways, I think I need to hang up the cross Mum gave me over the door.

-Rickie

30/06/2001

Update on the Mark as always. It’s now grown across my face, and down my neck and breathing’s starting to become harder if I get stressed. Check with Sage if that’s something relating to anxiety or OCD or whatever she thinks I have. I’ve now been in the cabin for two, nearly three, years. I’ve carved some more crosses out of the wood and hang them up over my bed which makes it easier to breathe. Tyche was wrong it seems, I don’t have to kill anyone. I haven’t gone into a murderous rampage like they said I would. They either lied or I’ve outsmarted them. I don’t know which one I’d prefer. Signing off here since I have to go check on the trap outside.

-Rickie

17/01/2010

I keep hearing tapping on the walls. I keep hearing water in my eats when I close my eyes.

-Rickie

[Date that I can’t share]

The Mark’s disappeared. It was reaching down my chest at that point, but I woke up this morning and it was gone. As if it had never been there. I’m able to breathe without coughing now. I’m sure it’ll come back; this is probably Tyche pulling the strings. I’m going to take a shower today; I can’t run my hands through my hair at the moment. Sage hasn’t visited in a bit. Hope she’s okay. Unless she’s dead. Maybe that’s why the Mark disappeared. Maybe she killed Tyche. Or they killed her. Weirdly I’m not as worried as I should be. All my feelings seem numb. I had a dream and all I can remember was a a kid [REDACTED/j nah i can’t share the details dammit] Something started with an O. I can’t remember it. Probably nothing.

-Rickie

09/09/2015

Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened it Sasha hadn’t dared us that night. Since the Mark has gone, I’ve started thinking back to what happened. Which isn’t bad. Turns out Ellery and Harmony got married. I remember when Harmony asked Ellery out so that’s good for them: I think I need to buy more gunpowder.

-Rickie

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT RICKIEEE. He’s literally just willy stampler/lark/henry oak garcia in one character. Willy stampler is the way of his anger and how he deals with it. Shaking him in a jar. I hope you enjoyed this random loreeee :]]

RICKIE???? HELLO?????,,,? OH MY GOD THIS. HOOOO BOY THIS IS. AUGH. RICKIEEEEEEEE NOOOOOOO

shaking him so hard holy shit these entries go hard asf i crave moreeeee /nf

[whotaughtyougrammar]

for the writing meme: "Morgan lets go, just enough so she can look Glenn in the eye. "Why not," she asks, and she doesn’t look accusatory or disdainful or anything of the sort — just thoughtful and a little curious, but try as he might, Glenn can't find an answer that doesn’t sound like complete bullshit even to his ears. "It's not like my parents were like your parents," he says eventually, and Morgan just looks so, so sad, like she might cry, and Glenn feels awful for even thinking it."

Morgan lets go, just enough so she can look Glenn in the eye. "Why not," she asks, and she doesn’t look accusatory or disdainful or anything of the sort — just thoughtful and a little curious, but try as he might, Glenn can't find an answer that doesn’t sound like complete bullshit even to his ears. "It's not like my parents were like your parents," he says eventually, and Morgan just looks so,  so  sad, like she might cry, and Glenn feels awful for even thinking it.

(CW: discussion of abuse and neglect I guess? Also: gratuitous Morgan backstory, because you can’t write backstory about a major character in a piece of media without writing backstory about the people in their life)

How funny - this kind of goes into capybart’s ask!

Glenn has a lot of weird, complicated feeling regarding Bill. Bill is undoubtedly a bad dude, but portraying him as like, physically abusive just seemed like the completely wrong way to go about it - that’s not really the “vibe” that Bill gives off, especially when compared to Willy Stampler. I have him “playfully” punching Glenn in the arm earlier on, but I feel like that’s the extent he will go irt physically handling his kid, and even that’s not something Glenn’s okay with.

Moreover, you don’t have to hit your kid to be considered a shitty parent. Glenn probably knows that on an intellectual level, but still - kicking him out of our house seems wrong. I hate him, but Bill hasn’t really done anything wrong. Sure, he woke us up at an inconvenient time, and I had to go put him to bed and make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit while he was passed out - just like old times! - and he’s been nothing but dismissive of me and acted inappropriately towards you - but he could be worse. It’s not like he’s hit me, or thrown me out of the house, or whatever it is abusive parents do.

“It’s not like my parents are like your parents,” because my dad didn’t abuse me, and Glenn, in a very rare moment of (misguided?) empathy, feels awful for even entertaining the notion that his situation would even be close to that.

And like. In most circumstances, Morgan will call it like she sees it - you’re dad is a shitstain and he needs to leave this home we are making for ourselves and for our future right the fuck now - but with something as complicated and emotionally charged as family? Hearing this, right after she had to watch Glenn take care of a drunk, high, grown-ass adult man like it was an old familiar routine, and who just earlier that day made lewd comments about her when he thought she wasn’t listening and undermined her husband every single time he spoke?

Seeing this, and hearing Glenn say that it’s not so bad, because Bill didn’t hurt him the way Morgan’s parents’ hurt her?

Well, sometimes, the only thing you can do it just hold your lover tight and hope that he’ll realize that in the game that is shitty parenting, it’s the children who lose, every single time.