#skedaddle pillar

[rottedbrainz]

⭐️🍃Cousin Skedaddle🍃⭐️

I've only never drawn Welcome Home fan art until I saw him! He's so cute! And the bangs and the wavy hair!!!

I JUST LOVE MYSELF A HIPPIE PUPPET!!

[jacenotjason]

Hii!! I know you aren't that into welcome home anymore, but I can't help but wonder if the Eddie and the single pea incident happened in the opposite au?

I'm still into Welcome Home, i find myself thinking about it in the same intensity it used to be, but only for a few minutes.

and... maybe :)

I talk about it a lot more over in discord! Even though I'm not super active about it here, it's easier for me to share my fleeting thoughts in the discord then on Tumblr, so there's more food in there.

For example, I've been sort of losing my mind over an Opposite version of Howdy's family. Here's a sneak peak!!

[catnix328]

Pillar family❤️

Latter 🦋💜💜

[krasytoonz]

HOWDY'S HOLIDAY HULLABALOO!

[teachyouhowtodothesponge]

Doodles of Wally giving his art to some of the Pillars! :) He is a wonderful little artist!

[punny-buddy-barnaby]

Heyyyyy buddddddddyyyyyyy- what do ya think of howdy’s family?

Well uh...give me a second to pull out the list- I currently only have a quarter of a wiggle but I can tell you what I got-

So uh, we'll start with...Hiya!

Hiya is a very sweet woman, I think she's the kindest bug I've met! I mean, other than howdy but he can be a bit pushy with his sales- plus she makes the best food I've ever tasted! And she ain't ever broke the spaghetti! Still mad at someone for doing that- not supposed to break it-

Biya is nice too but I don't know him as well, I heard he's a clumsy fellow- kind of reminds me a mailman I know!

Aunt Toodaloo is nice and all but I do t like her all too much- she keeps asking howdy when he'll sell his shop and it just irks me, really just irks me. Other than that she's a sweet Lady!

Uncle Adieu is uh....I have no clue what that man is saying!!- plus there was....the incident- no one will believe me but I swear to you he said, in perfect English, said "no one will believe you" when everyone went outside!!!-

Cousin Skedaddle is really nice! Me and him get along! We smoke cigarettes together sometimes! Other than that we uh...we don't got much in common

Oh and Seeya is just a sweetheart, really takes after her mother in that sense, she's wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! She helped me get out of a hole I accidentally dug myself into-

Beeya is great to, really great guy to just mellow out with, he is so calm all of the time! Though I wish him and Seeya wouldn't drop their kids off everywhere, but it's fine, I lover those two trouble makers! Speaking of which!

Howdo and Youdo are the funniest trouble makers I know!! I got them to prank Frank once and it was a holler!! We was on our backs laughing, it was so fun!

And than there's Gam Gam Sally Tations, I don't think she likes me very much- she hits me with the news paper Everytime I come around, I think she hates me infact- she calls me "dumb dog"-

Now, don't tell Howdy- but I did save the best for last!

Honestly Latter is my favorite out of the entire family! Sure his poems are sad and feel dreadful, but they're nicely done I think! Everyone else calls me tone deaf cause of it but I know when I like something! And I quite like Latter, he's really nice!

[frog-ewe-777]

[sg-the-mag-by]

My brain just lit up like a Homewarming tree with Sally perched on top! Everybody, hopefully, remembers the hidden caterpillar on the Welcome Home Site(I don't remember the exact page but it was a blue caterpillar on a leaf with three eyes, or at least two real eyes) and that takes you to the video of Howdy telling Barnaby and Wally about how some of his siblings were having trouble with their cousin Henry and that he needed to go to their Aunt Molly so she could set him right, for whatever he was doing that was causing distress in the Pillar family. Now, in the Homewarming update we got some more of Howdy's family members, though their names weren't what we were expecting. One of those names was for Howdy's Cousin Skedaddle, who clearly is a surfer dude beatnik type. So I'm sure you all get where I'm going but I'll add a little more to this theory stew I'm brewing. When you go the transcripts for Howdy's Holiday Hullabaloo and you read where Gam Gam Sally Tations enters, right by her name(and I HOPE it is still there) is the name Holly. Now I STRESS it is a name because it is capitalized. AS SOON as I saw this and really as soon as I heard everyone's names be greetings of some sort or statements(like Latter's name) I knew something was up. So if Holly is actually Gam Gam's real first name then who's to say all the other family members we meant don't have different names too? Like the only named cousin showing up, who seems to have a different way of thinking things that Howdy and his Siblings don't really understand, who was sent TO AN AUNT of theirs, yeah. Skedaddle's REAL name is Henry and possibly Aunt Toodaloo is Actually Wooly Aunt Molly. And how that I think about it, Skedaddle LOOKS like he'd be a Henry but would probably go by other names too to fit his lifestyle. Now I want to STRESS this is a theory based on what minimal information we have from hidden bug videos(that may or may not show what is actually happening in Home when the cameras are off and showing the truth as well) that have been fully wiped from the website and how all these names were for a song made by Playfellow and Marlo so of course they'd want to make something goofy like this since Howdy's name is both a shorthand for Howard and a greeting, aka Howdyadoo as his mom and aunt call him. Also shout out to @carnivalcarrion for their Welcome Home Winter-Spring Update stream where they pointed out "Toodaloo" possibly being Wooly Aunt Molly before we heard these names, you may have hit the right note there IF this theory has any merit. If not, well I had fun thinking about it and I hope everyone who reads this long theory enjoyed it too and got your own brains turning at what was going on in the Neighbors world and what was going on in the real world.

[silverynight]

Gonna go a bit more into the Big Cat AU scenes where mama Tanjiro growls at nearly anyone including is own mates bc his newborns and young cubs are in his nest (rl canids and felids, most of the mama dogs do this too and it’s kinda funny even if the papas are curious and genuinely gentle):

Tanjiro is watching over his children playing and newborns sleeping peacefully near him.

He tenses up a lil as he sniffs the air, he gently gets up without disturbing his sleeping cubs.

He’s at the entrance of his nest and peeks out, seeing his mates peeking inside. He gives a soft warning growl despite said mates wanting to see their children.

“Tanjiro honey, can we see our cubs?”

He hisses and narrows his eyes a bit, “No, some of them are already asleep. I don’t want to hear their cries of being waken up.”

As the sires skedaddle out of respect and a lil bit of fear, Aoi and the Butterfly girls sigh and facepalm.

“See? He wasn’t even ready to let you all in the nest!”

“But we want to see the cubs!”

“Right! The last time we saw some of them were them being recently born until Tanjiro growled at nearly everyone to get out!”

“Even so, it’s best to wait until the cubs are able to handle new smells from their sires or else they will throw a fit over stinky scents.”

Tanjirou overwhelmed by his own maternal, protective instincts that he doesn't let his own mates in his nest at first.

The cubs haven't even opened their eyes yet and are vulnerable so Tanjirou is not going to let anyone near them for a while.

"He looks really hot when he growls at us, doesn't he?"

Aoi leaves with the butterfly girls because she can't stand when the Pillars are being ridiculous simps, even in a situation like that one.

After a couple of days, however, Tanjirou carries his cubs in his arms and brings them to their sires so they can finally meet them.

[shesunety]

When I'm skedaddling from the monster in Pillar Chase 2, but then I realize inkfell is the one chasing after me.

[surely-galena]

Artem, sliding in from behind a pillar: YOU SUPPORT KANON (skedaddles away before anyone can object)

[breezybeej]

I guess I'm overdue for some analysis huh. I have to take a break from being blinded by my rage at the men of season 6.

Obviously the musical episode is a Big Episode. Of course it carries themes through the rest of the season.

Something that is interesting is Sweet saying "I come from your imagination, here at your invocation" or whatever. He goes on to describe himself, basically, as the concept of self-destructive behavior. He represents the way the Scoobies are responding to their crises:

Giles worrying about support takes the simpler but harrowing option to skedaddle

Willow worrying about her relationship and turning to the easy magic options to patch it up

Buffy struggling to find purpose and meaningful relationships again turning to the convenient stalker vampire BF

And Xander?? Struggling with fears of the future with Anya? If he follows the pattern of the others, he will sabotage his own engagement?

To reframe it, the main issue is that Buffy is struggling so her three pillars are struggling in tandem. So she has until the wedding to get her shit together because i swear to god Xander is acting like he's about to cross a line I won't be able to forgive.

Something that happens in Once More with Feeling is that Buffy offers HERSELF to Sweet if she can't kill him. And she DOES fail to kill him so she DOES give herself over to the self-destructive act of bouncing on her boy. Willow DOES give in to magic and Giles DOES give in to his idea of logical fatherly decisions.

Xander is beholden to this marriage contract, to be Sweet's queen, and it gets called off.

Same vein: Buffy offers herself to save Dawn. When she turns invisible, she comes to the determination that she must live because being gone is scaring Dawn. Willow literally crashes a car with Dawn in and decides to cold turkey after that.

People clean up when they think they are endangering Dawn (who is buffy/is innocence). Giles sings about endangering Dawn with his decision to step back. Maybe he will get a Dawn moment that encourages him to return. Maybe Xander will get his chance to talk to Dawn and realize he is being a fucking useless sack of shit. But all these have happened AFTER the characters have already fucked up so idk man. I dont know how much Sad and Insecure Anya i can handle

[catnix328]

oohh they are so cute ❤️💕

:)❤️💕👍

[mcyt-builds-contest]

Something is happening, that's for sure, but what is connecting all those universes, and why now?

ToAsgaard’s was in the upper balcony, looking at the night sky above his castle, before punching a cobble button etched into the wall, suddenly spreading a rumble across the castle, followed by four pillars of lights erupting from each cardinal direction, beacons. The light slowly turning from white to a deep purple before meeting above the main tower, the energy produced liberated a small shockwave, and with a slight grin, ToAsgaard unsheathed a small book covered in golden markings, and opened it to one of the last pages.

The Earth rumbled again under the sheer power of the spell ToAsgaard was casting, the stars above seemed to fade before a gigantic circle of runes started to appear, mad of pure purple light, more runes slowly being written into a smaller circle, and when those finished appearing, the whole castle was engulfed in light.

ToAsgaard had to hold his ground, clutching both his hands on the cobblestone wall that was making his balcony’s fence, but the next rumble was more powerful than it should have, and made him tip over, letting ToAsgaard fall off his balcony, but he never hit the ground.

As the light dissipated, the runes and rings had disappeared and was instead replaced by a small purple crack in the sky, spreading.

Another shockwaves pulsated from the rift as it opened even further before ToAsgaard realized he was floating above the ground. No, he was getting pulled away from it, the rift seemed to attract everything toward itself, the roofs started to crumble as the rubble was pulled upward, and ToAsgaard could feel himself speeding up, before everything went black…

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“So, how did you even get here Tango? I didn’t see you here, and I’ve been around for almost a year now!”

“I was going to ask you the same Bdubs, everyone was searching for you when we came back through the rift!” Tango seem to look in nothingness for an instant, before letting out an almost inaudible sigh, “After every hermit got on that big spaceship to go to the next planet, I was still working on the dungeons, trying to make the forge finaly work, but they left without me…”

“Really?” Bdubs was taken aback by what he just heard, “That doesn’t seem like something the hermits would do!”

“I know right! A lot of us still had massive projects to finish and no one knew it was going to happen this soon, it was like everyone fled in a hurry, and forgot to look in the noodle-redstone mess I made in the backdoor of my citadel!”

“So what did you do afterward? You tried to go in the rift?”

“I couldn’t Bdubs! The rift had closed right after the empire folks got back to their world, so I just waited, hoping they were coming back to get me. But what they fled from happened before they could get back, if they even tried.”

“What do you mean the thing they fled from?”

“The planet we were on started to move, massive earthquake at all time! I hoped I could have skedaddled with them, but gigantic cracks were made across Scarland and Mumbo’s area! And when I flew by to investigate, my elytra suddenly broke and I fell in one of them, the bottom a blinding purple light, and then I woke up in an obsidian box with my stuff, so I looked around and found complex redstone, started to try and comprehend what they were for, and then that jerk came and you know what happened!” Tango was making weird hand gestures out of frustration, his soulfire hair burning slightly brighter, “and where were yo–”

The discussion was interrupted when a small rift, similar to the one Bdubs and Tango new too well, appeared in the cell, spiting out some stone bricks and a brown-haired guy in a jacket and a broken headset, covered in glowing purples runes that disappeared with the rift almost instantly.

A promise is a promise, so here you guys go (might not be lore accurate i'm not a dsmp fan)

How to stop a dreamer by @mcyt-builds-contest

Dream is faced with a power he had never seen before: shreeping

"It had been weeks since Dream started putting this plan, months even, it had to be perfect, everything was calculated, everyone had been studied, corrupted, manipulated. there were no variable left, not a single amount of "unknown" was allowed in this equation. Dream had done it, it was the perfect plan." Punz was monologuing while trying to sneak out of what remained of L'manberg without getting noticed, a compass in hand, tonight would this symphony be finaly finnished.

Dream didn't really have a base, but he was hiding a room in the castle he once gave to Eret, and the empty walls of the structure made it feel like a prison, none of the torches had been lit in a long time, except a faint light, dissapearing behind a corner. "For Goodness sake why does he keep doing it!?" Dream's voice echoed through the hallway, startling Punz for an instant, he had never heard him this upset before.

"Dream? Is something wrong?"

"Oh. Sorry Punz, I didn't see that you were there." answered Dream, his mask dangling in one of his hands, "It's just that my foolproof plan, wasn't foolproof enough!", his voice started to derail a little has Dream tried to keep his composure, his grip thightening on his mask, almost cracking it

"But we took everything into account!" Punz added, his voice tinted in disbelief as he sat down, "We didn't make a single error!"

Dreamed sighed, exasperated by this new obstacle, "Turns out, Ranboo can only enderwalk during nighttime,"

"And?"

"And that guy, what's his name again, Bdubs? seem to just be able to sleep it away!" Dream threw his mask down on the table, filled with maps, papers and books, before taking out a folder filled with hastly scribbled pages, covered in all kinds of markings, "Since he 'appeared' here two week ago, he skipped throught every single night."

"You have a solution right? you always find a solution!" Punz said before taking a closer look at one of the pages, on it was drawn a pair of sunglasses,a weird rift-looking location and some sort of weird structure, labeled "temple to the sun god (ME!), gifted by Sausaage :p", Punz took the rest of the green folder arbored with the meticulous drawing of a clock, before asking "Where did you find this?"

"I took them from a diary i found in that Bdubs guy's house!"

"And you have a plan then?"

"Of course i do" Dream slighlty smirked, before putting his mask back on, "Remenber that prison i made Sam build and i'm supposed to go in? I think we may have to change the convict :)"

[teachyouhowtodothesponge]

Silly outfits! ✨✨

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

24 Oct. Suptober: Movie Character Mischief

Halloweens came and went; prank revenge was forever.

au somewhere in the s11-12 era (no possessions or Amara): deancas

Note: There is a fake film mentioned in here that spoils a basic plot point of the real movie, Last Christmas (which I have not seen because life is so short). So heads up on that. :)

Waking up in a bed devoid of linens -- no sheets, pillowcases, blankets or mattress cover -- was the last straw. At this point, Dean declared total war.

Yes, he'd hidden Sam's toothbrush behind the toilet. And Sam had hidden Dean's favorite robe, the soft gray one, in a box that required a recitation of fives lines of Latin plus a splash of fresh sheep urine before it could be unlocked.

Yes, Dean had accidentally-in-scare-quotes dropped gum into Sam's hair, requiring an impromptu trim. And Sam had replaced the movie night DVD Dean thought was cued up; instead of the cold open pipe organ chords of the cult classic Cathedral of 10,000 Cadavers, the bunker TV started spewing Last Thanksgiving, the single stupidest film ever made about a woman causing turkey-related botulism at a family gathering while falling in love with her organ donor ghost.

(Did Dean watch it -- cough, again, cough -- anyway, because Cas vaguely indicated he wouldn't mind seeing it? Yes. It was very gratifying that Cas wound up hating it.)

And yes, yes, all right, Dean had texted a select few friends and well-wishers a recent photograph he'd taken of Sam snoring, three pieces of crispy bacon resting peacefully on his slack-jawed face. Sam had mailed every cassette tape Dean owned to Jody -- who was a dirty conspirator Dean would be dealing with separately one day, once he figured out how to do that in manner that wouldn't end up with her just straight up killing him -- and the one tape Sam did leave in Baby was Lawrence Welk and Myron Floren Present Polka Favorites, which was way more lit than it had any right to be.

How had Sam removed all of Dean's soft, clean, 600-thread or better bedclothes when Dean was sleeping on said bed? Who cares. The relevant fact was, Sam needed to be punished. The nuclear option was the only choice left. Dean spent the whole day driving from nearby little town to nearby little town, and the new purchases strewn out along his bare mattress proved the depth of his commitment.

He glanced at the clock on his bedroom wall. He, Sam, Eileen, and Cas were due at a hunters' Halloween costume party in three hours in Hastings. 

Plenty of time, then, for Dean to transform himself with pigtail wig, floppy shoes, oversized striped jumpsuit, four strategically placed wads of cotton balls, white gloves, pingpong nose, ten colors of grease paint, and one pair of yellow plastic fangs smeared with red lipstick into the most grotesque homage to Honky the Clown (of Honky the Clown Slays Again! infamy) the world had ever beheld.

Was Dean looking forward to chasing his baby brother through the bunker and wielding Honky's signature weapon, a pickaxe stained with the blood of orphans (or in this case, ketchup)? Yes, yes he was. 

Halloweens came and went; prank revenge was forever.

"Dean?" his treacherous lil snake of a bro called from the library. "Can you come out here for a sec?"

"I don't know what you did with my shit," Dean was saying, as he rounded the corner into the library. "I don't care what either, um. Wha. What?" He skidded to a halt in every way, using his one working brain cell to put a question mark on the end of the last syllable he was able to utter.

"Hey, so, Eileen needs to be picked in Riverton," Sam said, "so we'll need to skedaddle out of here maybe half an hour earlier than planned." Leaning against a pillar, he was dressed like a priest and his demeanor was Bored plus a dash of pure unmitigated evil.

Somewhere amidst Dean's fraying sanity, he took the opportunity to be petty about the lack of creativity that had gone into the priest costume. They already owned those freakin' cassocks, for pity's sake.

What Sam was wearing wasn't important. 

Dean tried to rally his strength. He looked at the other person in the room, who was just standing there in front of a bookshelf. 

Dean kept looking even as his mind unraveled further. "Cas," he finally said.

"Hello, Dean." Cas tipped his cowboy hat in his direction.

Sam coughed. 

Cas startled slightly and said, "Oh. I meant to say, Howdy, partner."

"Uh hmm," Dean said in as strangled a voice as possible.

Here was the thing. 

Dean could under extremely rare and specific circumstances -- say, during dreams or violent kidnappings (his own) -- admit, somewhere in the vicinity of out loud, that his old friend Cas was not difficult to, you know, perceive. Great arms, not that Dean had ever noticed because why would he. Cas was usually wearing at least as many layers as Dean himself was. Columbo and Constantine could have a fight to the death over Cas's wardrobe. 

Cas himself? Cas was just some guy. Shy! Nerdy. 

...Devastatingly handsome, Dean had once told someone in public. All right. Sure. Was Dean lying? No. Had Dean otherwise been the soul-- Nay, the master of discretion with regards to discussions of the physical attributes, pleasing or otherwise, of his best friend whomst he loved as, as, family, and certainly not in any other way?

Also no.

(Also no. Oh no.)

A dangerous smile was playing at the corner of Sam's mouth.

Cas shifted his weight, maybe 'cause he wasn't used to wearing cowboy boots. Nice ones, plain and sturdy, like a person'd wear to rope calves or bale hay. The blue of his long-sleeved shirt matched his eyes, made 'em seem more like a clear sky from 'neath the brim of a fine Stetson, and there were white patches on the shirt shoulders embroidered with little cacti. The shirt was unbuttoned at the throat, and around the collar Cas had chosen to wear a bolo silver medallion embossed with a bull head. 

Cowboy chic, Dean's brain dialed in for a moment to comment. 

Then there were the jeans. He'd seen Cas wear jeans before? Yes? This pair fit like Cas'd been sewn into them. Belt had a nice heavy buckle, and this...oh, this was where Dean started to stutter, silently, like a man having a stroke, because the belt -- obviously -- encircled Cas's waist. Cas had a waist. Hips. Hips. That one hip cocked just the smallest amount, to account for the way he stood.  

Eat your heart out, Urban Cowboy.

The smile Sam smiled matched his steady, lethal eyes.

KO, Dean thought. I have been murdered by my own brother. How dare.

Also, I have been standing here ogling my best friend for seven years.

"Dean?" Cas ventured, sounding, indeed, just the slightest bit shy. But his expression was open, bright, like, like…

Like he liked the way Dean was drinkin' him in like Cas was a cold canteen of water a man'd drink with the sun beating down on him and the trail hot 'n' dusty.

"Y'know, I think I might skip the party," Dean said, looking at Sam. He schooled his expression into one he hoped was not too humiliating, for all he was begging for a truce. "Feeling a little tired. Ran around all day, you know how it goes."

"Of course," Sam said, a portrait of generosity. "No problem. The gang'll miss you."

"Oh. If you're not going to the party, Dean -- Sam, do you mind if I stay home? I have no real investment in Halloween." Cas looked genuinely apologetic. "I appreciate the costume advice, though."

"Yeah, Halloween's not my favorite either." Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean. 

Dean narrowed his back. Then let it go.

Sam backed down. A kinder, much more genuine smile lit up his face. "Eileen likes the holiday for dressing up. We'll say hi to everyone for you." He patted Dean on the shoulder as he wafted by in ministerial serenity. "Have a nice quiet evening on the lonesome prairie, y'all."

"Well," Dean said to Cas when Sam was out of range. "Guess I'll fix some dinner later. Maybe tacos."

"I'll help you," Cas said, because he was generous like that even though he never ate more than one or two bites.

He was generous about a lot of things. Dean tried to breathe through a wave of longing for him, well aware the feeling was neither new nor temporary.  

"Do you happen to know why someone left a big stack of linens on my bed?" Cas asked. "I think I recognize your comforter in there."

Dean sighed. "It was a strategic maneuver." 

"Oh."

"Sam's."

"Okay."

"I lost," Dean said.

"So I gathered," Cas said. He smiled after saying it, then looked thoughtful again. "What was your costume going to be?"

"Homicidal clown."

"Was that going to require a change of clothes?"

"Hey," Dean said, scandalized and elated.

"Hmm." Cas shifted his eyes to Dean mischievously, and Dean was reminded of the sheer immensity of Cas, cowboy-sized currently or not.

They looked at each other for a while longer.

Eventually, willing his voice not to break like he was twelve, Dean said, "Gonna go deal with my linens and stuff."

Cas nodded. "I can help with that too." 

They went down the hall side by side.

Dinner never was managed, but thankfully, the prairie, subsequently to be known as Dean's bedroom, proved to be anything but lonesome.