#sallie may my beloved

[vaggietheangel]

Holey fuck Sallie May is so beautiful. 💘💝❤️💞💖💋

She's so stunning my heart is going a mile a munite my snejeodknfkeodod. 🥰

Sallie May could stab me with a broken glass bottel and I'd thank her.

The cutest sisters ever. They love eachother so much. They just want to have time for eachother but they have such busy lives snjridnejdjeje.

Love how their version of play fighting ended in serious injuries lmao.

[shellforbrains]

i desire them carnally,,

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

oh yea um

Sundown "Sunny" Summer (lazy) ref!

[mossy-rot]

diving head first back into my creepypasta phase but since jeff is like. the classic next to slender I just want him to be the designated begrudgingly responsible one when slendy isn't around. He's watching sally when she plays outside and forced himself to learn basic stitching for when her teddy gets ripped. he's got an extra lighter and pack for masky when his stash runs out on a mission. he's got alcohol pads and bandaids for toby when he picks at his hands. he has treats for smile dog, seed eater, and grinny. he has hair ties and makeup wipes for jane and nina. He's grumbling the whole time he has to help anyone but damn if he isn't going to get caught unprepared

[thejudgingtrash]

May I Introduce You To My Beloved Wife?

I swear to god, I will write this fic once I'm done with Coleoidea. Both have been haunting me for the past 2-3 years! I don't know how you smartphone girlies do it but writing on a phone is straight up hell. Anyways. Random scene, not proof-read, yadda yadda

“And now you’re taking a nap and let grandma do the dishes, right?” Sally smiled at her grandson whose giggles warmed her heart.

Annabeth and Percy truly gave her the biggest gift possible, even if by accident. She had hoped that she’d have a few grandchildren roaming around and now she finally had one. With Percy’s current trajectories and managing his father’s legacy she wasn’t sure how soon her only child would start a family.

The bright boy in her arms blinked slowly as he was truly succumbing into his sleep. He stopped squirming. That was until a shrill mechanical chime woke him up. Gone were any signs of tiredness. “Oh, I wonder who that could be… I didn’t order anything.” Sally asked herself, still carrying her grandchild as she went ahead to open the door.

“Sally! Tengo que decirte todo que ha pasado en mi viaje!” It was her beloved neighbor Esperanza Valdez who had come back from her two-year long trip through Central and South America, visiting dozens of relatives and friends along the way. Retirement had its perks. And as a former car mechanic shop owner, the elder woman had saved up a lot of money.

“Eh?” Esperanza halted, her brown eyes widening as she realized that her friend wasn’t alone. Sally held a toddler in her arms with fine dark brown curls and sea-green eyes that curiously observed her. “Y de quien es este bébé?”

Sally grinned widely and reassuringly rocked the child in her arms. He did not have to fear anyone. “Este es mi nieto.”

“Qué?!” Esperanza nearly yelled. “Percy ya tiene hijos?!”

Sally nodded and she felt how her vision got blurry. The candy shop employee blinked them away. She was so happy that her small family grew in size. Neither her son nor she were alone anymore. For the most part.

“Mira eso… el tiempo vuele.” It was Esperanza’s turn of choking up as she patted the toddler’s cheek, making him crack a smile. “Y tiene la misma cara de su papa.”

“Si,” Sally admitted, a tad bit sadder. “Y de su abuelo. Los mismos ojitos.”

It pained her. It truly pained her. Poseidon, wherever he was be, never had the chance of seeing her son grow up. And now he would never be able to greet his descendants. Percy had transferred all of his father’s looks downright into his own child.

Sally’s former love was gone, while his legacy finally began to thrive. No matter how awful he was at times, many times. Not knowing one’s family, a fate she knew too well… Sally did not wish such a fate to anyone.

Big oof. Anyways, will drop one shot + probably post the first ~10 pre-written chapters of The Nymph (you can thank Pearl for that) whilst working on Coleoidea in the near future. I really hoped to get to post stuff sooner :s

Writing tags: 1 | 2

[theangrypomeranian]

I keep reading baby/pregnancy fics

it's a sign

[hollow-prior]

SALLIE MAY CONTENT!!!

[currentlyonstandbi]

[loser-brain]

*Kick the door down*

BEING A FEMINIST. IS. 👏 NOT. 👏 AN. 👏 ALL. 👏 FEMALE. 👏 CLUB.

BEING A FEMINIST IS NOT AN ALL-WOMEN HATE-MEN GROUP.

BEING A FEMINIST IS NOT! A SIGN OF BEING A WOMAN OF POWER.

IT IS ABOUT EQUALITY IN THE WORKSPACE OF ALLOWING WOMEN TO *STAND BY THEIR MALE COUNTERPARTS.

(*there's more to being a feminist than just trying to be in the same fields as men but this was the start of the movement)

HELL. FUCKIN'. NAH. WILL I STAND BY THIS. AS A FEMINIST THIS PAINS ME.

"...I really hope I can word this to not sound like bigoted of anything..." Proceed to sound like an extreme bigoted feminist aka a Femin-Nazi. Feminists have labeled these women as femin-nazi because they (the femin-nazi) fully believe men should be hated and rid of. These women are extremists and are also nicknamed/are known as Terf. They mostly target transmen because of this idea of becoming what you hate, becoming ashamed of being a woman/female, not being proud of being a woman, and so on.

The fact that Viv typed out "...I really hope I can word this to not sound like bigoted of anything,.." and not see that she is being a transphobe is hilarious.

Happy Friday, here’s Vivziepop being transphobic.

[catghoststories]

Frank, Eddie, and the Tell-Tale Heart

So, I know the main focus of this update was Poppy, which I was happy to see (though I'm not happy to see what happened to her).  I do have a theory cooking about her, Sally, and the Commedia Dell'arte, but Frank n' Eddie are my favorite pair, and I've been stewing over this particular theory since the July '23 update.  This tiny line from the Looky-Loo storybook is what cinched it for me.

Source: Merchandise Page, Looky-Loo Storybook

This line isn't read out loud, but we can see it at around the 9 minute in the video, above Eddie, looking so polite.  It reads,

"Villains!" I shrieked, "I can deny it no longer! I admit the deed!—tear up my flower bed!—here, here!—it is the ticking of my beloved alarm clock!"

This isn't the actual line from The Tell-Tale Heart.  The original line reads "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!—tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!"

Source: The Tell-Tale Heart

The Tell-Tale Heart is about someone murdering their roommate, cutting him into pieces, and hiding the evidence under the floorboards of their house. 

And I think this is what Frank is going to do to Eddie, in an attempt to protect him in a perverse, misguided way.

This rewritten lines seems very specific to Frank and Eddie.  We know Frank loves his garden.  And who's the only character in the Neighborhood who owns a clock?  Eddie.

At the end of the Homewarming video, Frank sees how distressed Eddie is.  As many have theorized, Frank seems to be somewhat aware of what's happening, although we don't know to what extent.  But he sees that Eddie is now in the line of fire of The Powers That Be, and he becomes worried for him.  

I think Frank will dismantle Eddie and hide him in his garden until he deems it 'safe' for Eddie to come back, once the 'eyes' are off him.  (Kind of reminds me of the Eye of Sauron from Lord of the Rings).  An unintentional—or perhaps intentional—side effect of being dismantled and put back together, with new parts, is that Eddie doesn't remember things well. 

Including, possibly, his and Frank's relationship.

This goes along with the theme we've seen several times in WH now, including this new Halloween update.  The puppets unintentionally—yet seriously—harm their loved ones in order to protect them from something they deem far worse—whatever that may be.

As these posts by kykudos, oniongrass, and nikkiiiscute discuss, there is an image from one of the hidden bug clips of Frank's garden with 9 clothespins—one buried in the dirt.

Source: Welcome Home Hidden Audio ('til it's back on the official site :3)

And there's the references to burial in Bug-a-Bye and Goodnight, too.  This post by the-nosy-neighbor goes quite a lot into this song very well, especially how it might indicate Frank could put Eddie into a suspended state!

Source: Transcript Page, Bug-a-Bye and Goodnight

Now I have been thinking about this dismantling/reassembling thing for a long time, especially since the last Halloween update.  Eddie is one of the puppets with a new costume, and he is Frank(enstein)'s monster.  And he has a big yellow band-aid on the back—Frank's color.  If Eddie is taken apart, Frank will patch him up again.

Source: Clown's Tumblr

(Also, I'm curious about the blue hand and face in Eddie's costume design. That's Barnaby's color. Does Frank use Barnaby's spare parts to put Eddie back together?! 😳 Especially since I feel like Barnaby's time on Mister Bone's Wild Ride is fast approaching—but that's yet another post 😅)

But based on the Tell-Tale Heart line, Frank may have been the one to do the dismantling in the first place, which is quite dark.  Based on the below picture from the former staff member page—clearer image here from Clown's Tumblr—Frank may be aware they're puppets and made up of various parts.

Source: Welcome Home Wiki until it's back on the official site :3

There is also an intense piece on Clown's Ko-Fi here (please support Clown if you can!) that shows butterflies doing SOMETHING to Eddie. Are they putting him together? Or taking him apart to join them in their hibernation? 🤔

Frank also likes gelatin. As he tells Poppy in their hidden audio, 'it holds perfectly sliced fruit beautifully'.  Perfectly sliced, cut up fruit, eh?  Gelatin is a preservative that we also see in the cookbook recipe, and we all know Eddie has an unholy encounter with his single pea.  So yet another symbol of suspended animation that is related to Frank and Eddie.

Source: Merchandise Page, Cookbook

So it seems like Frank has some experience in preservation, hibernation, etc. and knows how to use it, if it comes to it.

The next big update will likely be spring-themed.  A long time ago, Clown posted that Frank has a holiday in spring. Of course this isn't canon until it's on the website, but either way, I think Frank will have an important role in the spring update, which I believe will also focus on Julie.  We may see him wake up Julie from hibernation...and Eddie from his dirt nap.  

Source: Clown's Tumblr

(I've been so curious about that shadow behind the flower.  At first I thought 'OMG, it's Eddie's hand!', but I don't think so. 😅 I dunno what it is, but it doesn't quite seem flower like to me...🤔)

This Ko-Fi post (again, please support Clown if you have the means!) was posted around Easter this year and had a bunny/Easter theme.  Clown says "What is there to say though... Well! We know what the next holiday is in our Home Sweet Home, I'd say."  A huge theme of Easter/Spring are Rebirth and Resurrection.

As this post by serene-hatterene so beautifully details, Frank may feel pressured to kiss Julie to wake her up to prove his heteronormativity.  Maybe to further protect Eddie, too, to prove they aren't a thing.  Seems like Julie's family may show up this update, too, and we know family can cause a lot of pressure for couples during holidays. 😬

My last item isn't that strong, but I have been thinking of since the July '23 update.  In Eddie's Big Lift, Frank says the following line:

Source: Transcript Page, Eddie's Big Lift

The tense of "You always did work too hard" always bothered me.  Why doesn't Frank just say, "You always work too hard!"  And Eddie doesn't seem to know what he's talking about. Frank sounds almost wistful here.  It's like he's talking about his ex—a former version of Eddie, pre-dismantling, perhaps?

(Also, 'Enjoy the ground, Mr. Dear'? Dude, if this theory is right, that line is even more screwed up than it already was. 😳)

Here is my order of how I feel these events actually happened:

Secret Bug Audios (Eddie and Frank flirting) -> 1st Halloween Audio (Eddie still seems like his chipper, knowledgeable self) -> Homewarming -> Springtime (and Eddie's Resurrection)? -> Eddie's Big Lift

Not quite sure where this last Halloween update lands, but I feel like it's later.  Eddie seems ignorant of the potential adverse effects The Brickening (TM) could have on Poppy.  I feel like he's been more sensitive to Poppy and others in the past (but maybe I'm wrong, I'm biased towards him, heh).  Perhaps after his Reconstruction, his memory has now been reset, and he has "fallen into line" with the other Neighbors and their weird, pile-onto-one-person ways.

Anyway, what do you all think? 😬😬 I do hope I'm wrong, since Frank is my favorite, and this would make me feel very differently about him. 😬😬😬 Please tell me your own WH theories, too! I find them so interesting!

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the other woman

christopher sturniolo x poc!reader

summary: an angsty story of regret and selfishness told through different moments in time

warnings: alternate universe (takes place in the early 2000s bcs i’m obsessed), angst, implied sex, cigarettes, cheating (with, not on y/n)

a/n: hiiii srry for ghosting u guys again :/ i finally have motivation to write again!!! send in blurb or one shot ideas pls. unfortunately im putting tgwtt on hold for right now bc i feel writing that series takes so much out of me and i end up not enjoying anything i write. i hope u understand & im sorry to those who enjoy it! anyways i hope this is well received since it’s a bit different than my other works — lowkey tuned into my inner sally rooney bc her angst HITS . luv u baiiii

★ march 2004

there’s a vile and shameful look to you that you’re not so sure you’ve hidden well enough.

your stomach feels overweight and heavy with an extreme amount of pain bubbling and stabbing your insides whenever they decide to pop.

you clutch at the edge of the bathroom sink, staring at your figure and aching eyes (you added some dark eyeliner into your routine hoping to distract from your disdainful mood but you’re starting to think you may have drawn more attention with the dramatic look).

you suck your stained bottom lip into your mouth out of comfort or maybe a need for something to hold as you move to dig for the pack of slightly crumpled cigarettes in your small, wine-red purse.

the door handle begins to rattle unnervingly just as you spark the slim stick to life.

you comically still yourself in your exact position (bent over odd and cupping your hand around the cig as if there was any sudden wind to blow out your flame in your friend's classy bathroom).

"y/n? you in here?!"

your eyes widen first, before they eventually roll. you wave your hands around to cut through the plumes of clogged smoke in the quaint room.

“y/n!”

“someone’s in here!” you reply, taking another puff of smoke and adjusting your hair a bit in the mirror.

“you gonna open up for me?”

“ummm,” you sputter through the cigarette held in your mouth as you adjust your strapless dress with both hands in the mirror.

“y/n.”

you let out a soft groan and quickly smash the cigarette a few times against the french vanilla ceramic sink bowl, throwing what's left of it in the trash. you practically shove yourself against the tiny wall space to the side of the door as you inch it open enough for the two of you to gain a full view of each other.

you smile, “chris.”

★ december 2003

they say the holidays are worst when spent alone.

and despite having three siblings and parents who’d want nothing more than to spend their christmas eve with their son, chris has always preferred to spend the holidays with a beautiful girl — in hopes that she’d gift him the intoxicating feeling of her thighs tightly trapping his face by the end of the night.

so it’s shocking that he’s at your door step, dressed in a suave, ribbed white long sleeve, dark blue jeans, and somehow caught without one of his usual hats slouched on top of his head of fawn hair.

and it’s real fucking odd that you answer the door wearing a dress that fits you extremely well, paired with a cardigan to keep some modesty.

it’s so very weird given that chris has his girlfriend of over a year texting him another apology for abandoning their plans together to visit her family in wisconsin as you both share an intimate hug on your porch.

you try not to think it’s so unnatural for you and chris to go out for dinner, despite the fact that everyone in your small town knows he has a girlfriend who’s notably quite the opposite of you.

thank goodness chris keeps some casualty — leaving you to open your own door when climbing into his beloved truck.

★ february 2004

“okay, um, this is something you can eat and there’s, like, a million types- you like granny smith!”

“oo, apples!”

chris nods excitedly and flips to the next card, “it’s my favorite meal of the day.”

“breakfast!”

“yes, you’re perfect. alright this is casper the friendly-”

“ghost!”

“amazing! ‘kay, i’m always complaining that mine isn’t stiff enough.”

“your dick?” josh jokes.

“fuck off, josh! i’m more than capable…” chris laughs.

“gross! chris?!”

“what?! don’t make it a biggie. now hurry ‘n gimme that answer baby, please?”

“well i’m guessing it’s your mattress?!”

“you have 7 seconds!” nick says while intensely staring at the tiny hourglass.

chris gives an encouraging hand motion for her to continue on that path.

“ummm… your bed?!”

“yes! that’s what i’m talking about!” chris shoots up from his position, on the ground in front of the coffee table, and immediately picks liv up from the couch in celebration.

the group let out plenty of laughs and giggles at the fear in her eyes as she’s lifted up and down excitedly.

cassie yells out, “aw yay mom and dad!” when chris sets her down and kisses her lips.

you try to control your face. your eyes flicker over and see them smiling with their faces so close together. and it drives you a little mad that whatever chris whispered to make her burst into laughter can’t be heard from your spot across the couch, especially not when there are so many conversations going on at once.

it’s just a game. you have no right to be jealous. it’s fucking taboo.

you clear your throat and uncross your legs as you begin to leave from the leather couch, “matt and josh, you can go before me- i’m just gonna grab some water.”

★ march 2004

“smoking cigs again?” chris asks as he steps into the bathroom.

“no,” you lie, resting your hip against the edge of the counter.

he knows you’re lying but doesn’t bother to pressure the truth out of you, he’s not your father. or your boyfriend at that.

“are you doing okay?” he pauses and waits for you to acknowledge him.

you don’t.

he clears his throat, “you look beautiful in this,” he tugs your dress down showing off the cleavage you’d just got done hiding.

“‘m all good,” you answer his initial question while exaggerating a smile.

chris mindlessly nods his head and somehow gets even closer to you, to the point where you have to tilt your head just the slightest bit to make eye contact.

“can i kiss you?” he asks with a genuine glimmer of generosity in his eyes and tone; as if he wanted you to want it more than he wants it himself.

you’re silent. he holds your neck gently and raises his other hand to drag your large bottom lip downward, cooing a tease, “hmmm..?”

you whine a little to yourself — this can’t happen again.

“yes?” chris mocks a little, giving a squeeze to your neck, “say it.”

your eyes droop and suddenly the ache of pain and guilt melts down to a slush of excitement and warmth both inside and evidently outside, if the stickiness of your lace underwear says anything. you nod your head.

chris is so obsessed with your mouth, his thumb doesn't move from your bottom lip as you peek your tongue out to wet it, "yes, please." your words echo off of his lips that now practically hover yours.

even though you've used your manners you manage to deliver it as a command. and it doesn't help that you paired the sentence with your hands running up the hot skin underneath his dark shirt. his mouth hangs slightly ajar as his head nods softly once more and his eyes flicker over your pretty face.

you wait for his response before your eyes lock onto his and you pout, "i thought you wanted to kiss me, chris?"

★ december 2003

“that’s hot,” chris mumbles as he kicks his legs over eachother and stretches out on the longest part of your L - shaped, funky-green couch.

“what is?” you ask as you return to the living room, popcorn cradled in an oversized bowl against your waist.

“pamala anderson,” chris jokingly moans out, biting his bottom lip and covering his lower half with one of your fuzzy throw pillows.

“gross, you perv!” you throw a handful of popcorn at his face — that’s stretched into an adorable smile — and take a seat next to him.

“baywatch reruns are all that nbc play anymore,” you squint with a sigh, taking a swig of the cool bottle of beer chris requested before handing it to him.

“they lost the best thing to ever happen to ‘em, i’d milk that shit too.” he then takes a sip, smirking when a desperate pamala anderson begins to run in slow motion on your fuzzy box television.

“what would liv think of you drooling over some baywatch tits?”

“what would liv think of me replacing her with you for my christmas eve dinner?”

you can’t help but think that ‘replacing’ is possibly the meanest word he could have used.

he smiles and gives a soft laugh when your face doesn’t respond, “joking- don’t spaz on me now…” he rolls his eyes from you back to the screen in front of you.

you swallow and adjust your legs to sit underneath you, trying to get comfortable while remaining in your small red dress.

★ march 2004

“never again,” you remind chris and yourself as you step into your once discarded underwear.

chris nods his head a few times, replying when he finally catches his breath, “right.”

“okay,” you slip your dress back on and chris redresses himself away from you.

chris slowly comes up behind you, kissing your shoulder once and hugging you gently. you want to cry — because in any other circumstance you’d embrace this feeling. but you can’t help but feel dirty.

he whispers with his head buried in the side of your crowded neck, “you know your my best friend, right? i love you.”

and you can’t help the shivers and sobs that decide to escape from your sad, used body.

“shhhh,” he apologizes, “i’m sorry.”

★ december 2003

chris imagined having sex with you plenty of times before — figuring most guys have thought of it with all of their girl friends, at least his friends made it seem true.

though his imagination could never ever live up to your whines and the way your body effortlessly takes him as you bounce yourself on top of him.

you both knew this was a bad idea, it was bad before you ended up back at your place after dinner. chris is an admittedly horny drunk and you’re no better so sharing a few beers while sitting so close to each other was bound to backfire.

only in the morning would some ounce of guilt and regret wash over him, when he’d listen to the cheerful voicemail his unknowing girlfriend left him while he was busy with his fingers in your mouth.

★ november 2004

chris hasn’t spoken to you since you came clean to liv about your disloyalty, six months ago.

he yelled and cried at your doorstep. he told you that you ruined his entire life, that he never wants to see you again.

you convince yourself you never want to see him again, but you tend to miss him in the loneliest times. when you’re sat awake in your dark bedroom.

you still miss his voice and his face.

[chaoticace2005]

-Spoilers for the short that just came out-

Helluva Boss short my beloved ❤️

Sallie May? Something more Millie centric? Completely female led! It was just so cool!

I love them touching on the fact that Millie moved far from home, and how that impacts their relationship. Being the oldest two they had to do so much together and then when Millie finally left to live her own life they didn’t see each other as much. I like how we can see how Sallie is clearly uncomfortable with the new setting at first, but trying to be there for her. And then the ending? Where we hear her talk about how OF COURSE Millie wouldn’t want to return to Wrath, and how different her life is now…

It hurted. I’m an older sibling who recently moved states away for university, and I haven’t been in touch with my brother much. I know he’s felt some of the same things Sally has talked about this episode, and like Millie my life is so busy. But I can still make time to connect.

This touched on such real dynamics siblings have. Them having a real conversation and the immediately beating eachother up? 😂

Other highlights:

-ACTUAL FUCKING HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS AND COMMUNICATION

-Them beating up that sleaze at the bar and then the bartender giving them drinks as a reward of sorts

-The fact Sallie May being trans is something that just IS

-The fact it seems no other character other than these two had a speaking line, really hitting the point of this being about them and their relationship. Them away from everything else.

-The lack of focus around the male main characters, they were brought up in relation to Millie’s life, sure. But it wasn’t about them.

-Ending with Moxxie just seeing them on the couch together and going to his room, because again this really was just a short dedicated to Millie and Sallie. He’s an important part of Millie’s life, sure, but not the ONLY part.

I really want to see more of this in the main show!! Please can we not just keep Millie characterization to the shorts? Please and thank you! I love them and want to see them so much more!

[shellforbrains]

she is everything to me,, i would do anything for her,,

[devourers-of-god]

Hello again! As I understand it, applications are still open aha... I hope I haven't tormented you (sorry, I'm just wildly delighted with your work, and there are too many ideas in my head)

In general... it seems to me that it is quite difficult for Sally to open up to people, despite the fact that he is a very kind boy. It seems to me that he may be shocked by excessive tactility and emotionality

So, what about an overly active f!reader who likes to hold hands with friends, and hugs at a meeting, and kisses on the cheeks (sorry, this is literally me, and at the same time all my friends are not particularly tactile, aha ...). I was thinking that the reader might like Sal... how do you think he would react? And yes, it can be either fan fiction or headcannons, whatever you want aha. I will read everything with pleasure!!!

HI!! thank you SO much for the compliments, you are the sweetest! You are SO right about Sal D: ANS ALSO you do not torment me !!!! the requests are slow these days and im sooo happy you're taking the time to ask me stuff !I will do a one shot for this lololsorry this took a while to write, I had exams, school and work :P BUTTT I got my drivers licence LOLLL okep thanks for your request!!! and if you ever have more ideas, it will be my pleasure to try and portray your ideas with my writing!

SAL X OVERLY AFFECTIONATE READER

Warnings: None, fluff ? u guys are not dating lololol

Type: Oneshot

Oneshot -

Everyone described you with few words; bubbly, a social butterfly and VERY affectionate. You were not shy to pour your heart out to someone when needed, but you also were the first one to help a friend in need.

You always thought that being this touchy and nice to people was just common manners, until you be friended Sal Fisher.

Sal Fisher was an interesting individual, his everyday life was affected by years of torment explained by his flashbacks. He wasted a lot of his youth because Sal was isolating himself, not talking to anyone, not even his father. Even though his ''beloved'' father wasn't trying to help him to begin with. Though, this caused the young boy to develop an awkwardness to someone's touch and Sally could not properly explain to someone how he felt, he couldn't quite put words on his true feelings. Being touched, brushed or even just the thought of all this, made Sal feel something he couldn't even express. Sal was hollow, basically a shell of a human.

You luckily moved to Nockfell, the infamous town that your family wanted to move in so bad. You and your family landed in the Addison's apartments, there you met the tall Larry Jonhson. It was easy to get along with this guy anyway, you found yourself very lucky that day because the metalhead introduced you to Sal Fisher. You two will eventually end up together, but you don't know that yet.

For you, it was love at first sight. You Immediately complimented the way Sal presented himself. Basically showering him with compliments, especially his mask and hair. It wasn't your fault that you're this friendly, its the usual y/n. Sal Fisher felt almost claustrophobic by your gestures, weirdly appreciated that. You were not aware but this boy is secretly craving compliments, being this lonely for this long had affected the poor boy.

As the weeks passed, you and the blue haired boy hung out often, which made you delighted. You two were eating lunch together while the others had an art project to complete. Mr. Fisher and you were discussing when suddenly Sal made you laugh, your reflexes got the best of you and pushed him gently. Sal smiled to himself as his face turned crimson. ''God you are so funny, you need to stop my cheeks are hurting!!'' You confessed as you chuckled lightly. ''Pretty sure my name is Sal ,y/n'' your crush responded. You punched his shoulder gently, just as a way of saying to shut it. You knew that Sal was not introduced properly to your love language, but luckily you asked his closest friends about all of this. They approved to you that the masked boy isn't disturbed by it. It motivated you to not hide your true self, since your upcoming boyfriend is fond of it.

In an instant, the bell rang. You got up quickly and held Sal's hand to make sure he's following. You didn't want to lose him in the crowded halls right? Or did you just want an excuse to hold his hand? Sal figured this out but never told you.

Arrived to his locker, you were so happy that day and your nature took over suddenly, you peeked a small kiss on the cheek of Sal's prosthetic. '' See ya Sal! Goodluck with your math test-'' You yelled out as you escaped. You were proud of yourself too, you really liked Sal and the only way to show it is with affection and physical touch. You could not believe you actually did that. The next class felt like it was the longest ever, the school system was seperating you from your future lover.

Meanwhile, Sal's train of thoughts was going faster than usual. He froze in place for a good 5 minutes with his face hotter than when he had the flu. He thought to himself that you might like him, but Sal reasoned himself after saying that you probably do that to everyone. He wasn't so special, he thought. Normally, affecting gestures are not welcome for Sal Fisher, but you stood out. He actually felt great in your embrace. Even though he's not quick enough to hug back sometimes, he melts every time.

''Man I know you like her, you don't even let us touch you dude.'' Larry said after Sal reported everything of today. Sal closed his locker door a bit louder than he should've.

''Fuck off Larry. She's just different I guess.'' Sal retorted, what's left of his face turned a tint of pink, ballet pink to be exact. Sal thought to himself that he was pleased that the school day finally ended, they could finally go home and play som- Sal's thoughts were cut off by you hugging Sal as a way of greeting. He felt his legs soften beneath him. Sal's heart skipped various beats. '' Hi Sal!! Oh hi Larry! What are you guys up to after school?'' You smiled wildly as you got closer to Sal, which made him shiver. Larry started to smirk in a more of an evil way ''Oh I'm actually busy tonight but I know that Sal wanted to hang out with you y/n'' Sal bumped into him ''accidentally''.

Your cheeks flushed as you looked away ''I would love to! My parents are picking me up today so- text me okay?'' You ended your sentence with a small wink directed to Sal. You quickly left to go in your guardian's car. Suddenly you didn't feel like walking like everyone else, you were so happy you skipped your way to the car. Sal's jaw was hanging since Larry opened his ''dumb mouth'' as Sal would say.

''Youre welcome my man!'' Larry chuckled.

'' Get lost.''

HELLO!! hope you liked it :) I don't know why, im less satisfied with this.. if there's anything you guys think I should add please feel free to share your thoughts with me!! Per usual, stay safe and MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!! its currently almost 1 am lawd goodnight friends :) P-S: we're almost at 150 followers!!!!!! very exciting :DDDD thank you!!

[koifsssh]

finally got around to do some greaser au stuff! i have no idea how to dress characters, other than knowing that the gang all wear matching jackets... its a little silly, i think sally is the one i mostly have no idea on...

it'd be a funny idea if Frank still had a vest on, just because they may not be above physical altercations does not mean they can't dress to impress! bwhahaa!

(they do have a matching jacket, of course of course...)

barnaby... my beloved...

i have no idea if he has a motorcycle! it's a funny thought that he may have a big truck instead... in case anyone got tired! they can sleep in the back seat while they listen to music... and put their motorcycle in the back!

[citrineaura]

Howdy's Holiday Hullabaloo...Latter's lyrics explained + there are cities beyond the neighborhood? [Analysis/Theory]

LATTER (BROTHER): But of course, Howdy!! Oh, jubilance, oh, mirth! What a blissfully blithesome day! As it always is when I get to spend time with you, my beloved brother!

HOWDY: (comparatively unenthusiastic) Uh-huh, mm, same to you, Latter.

^So first of all, Howdy has a huge family that lives elsewhere- a city from what it seems like. And by what we hear, Howdy and his brother Latter do not get along in particular.

LATTER (BROTHER): Inhospitable! Supercilious! And, unbearably contentious! This blizzarding apocalypse-oh hold on... acropolis, providing a holiday hypothesis--Where doth thine yonder window break? Probably by a hippopotamus…

^I'll be breaking these lyrics down:

First, he uses these argumentative words to describe the possible blizzard they're in (because it's winter for them, on the welcome home site the restoration team says they made a mistake and meant for this update to be in December as opposed to March)

Next, he mentions "acropolis" which translates to "high city" in Greek. So from this revelation, we now know there are cities and other neighborhoods beyond THIS neighborhood we currently know and love.

Then, "Providing a holiday hypothesis"; he's describing the holiday homewarming that is currently being celebrated.

And, "Where doth thine yonder window break?"; this line is a playful and poetic twist on Shakespeare's famous line from Romeo and Juliet: "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?" It's a reimagining of the original, and suggesting that the window is breaking instead of letting in light.

Lastly, "Probably by a hippopotamus…"; that was a random line, a non sequitor if you will but it seems that Latter is subtly trying to say not only does he barely like his brother Howdy, but he also thinks his shop is a joke. No pun intended.

HOWDY: (SUNG)

Truth be told, his writin’ fill me with a certain dread… (Howdy also disliking Latter's occupation)

Now, Latter here’s a poet,

Or at least that’s what he says! (Howdy mocking Latter)

But even ramblin’ on and on (Howdy is fed up with Latter's voice)

He’s family, through and through! So I’ll bear with it, just today, for…The Ho-li-day Hull-a-ba-loo! (He's still keeping into consideration that Latter is family and turns the other cheek)

GAM-GAM SALLY TATIONS (GRANDMA): I told you all that big city fast-talkin’ isn’t good for ya!

So...we have another mention of there being a city, of which Howdy's family may have? originated from. This means we now know Howdy came from another region and moved to the neighborhood.

Excellent! So in addition to Sally falling from the heavens, Julie formerly living in a cave with her siblings, and Eddie not remembering where he came from, we now know Howdy used to live in the city.

That just opens up more speculation on these characters backgrounds.