#welome!

[theplaygroundkrp]

[THE PLAYGROUND] welcomes JAY of ENHYPEN!

“Don't be afraid to ask for what you need... Look us in the eyes, and just say please. We're ready for you, anytime of the day. Your personal playground... Where only you... get to play.”

We’ve been waiting for you! We can’t wait to play with you! Please fill out your application and submit it within 3 days of your set reservation date to be reviewed for entrance into the roleplay, and for your muse to be counted in roll call. See you soon!

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[steelsuit]

thinking of making a couple of charms or smth

[vexasaurusrex]

I FINISHED MY FRANK FRANKLY DOODLE PAGE (i got lazy) BUT I THINK I LIKE IT???

[indigopoptart]

i heard an audio from eddie dear VA on tiktok (not his actual va, an impressionist) and i had the overwhelming urge to illustrate it

tl;dr eddie fucking explodes

heres the link to the original audio!!!

[17-25-1999]

Wally x gloria welcome home Labyrinth. Your eyes are like sapphires😍👀✨️💖

[dorianbeatuful]

[banshee-circus]

welcomehomestuck is back baby!

I finaly got round to making a second edit for this cursed au

[fullsweetspainter]

Someone had an update ;3

Meet Catalina's obsessed stalker/ex since high school! Aljonby Arrogant

[Updated]

[theplaygroundkrp]

[THE PLAYGROUND] welcomes WONHYUK of E'LAST!

“Don't be afraid to ask for what you need... Look us in the eyes, and just say please. We're ready for you, anytime of the day. Your personal playground... Where only you... get to play.”

We’ve been waiting for you! We can’t wait to play with you! Please fill out your application and submit it within 3 days of your set reservation date to be reviewed for entrance into the roleplay, and for your muse to be counted in roll call. See you soon!

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[redysetdare]

She's my favorite

[3dnygma]

If doors could scream (Welcome Home one-shot)

POV: you are a sentient house

Characters: Wally Darling & Home, Robert Dorelaine, no romantic/sexual relationship

Teen & Up Audiences, Angst, Existential Horror (more tags on AO3)

Words: 949

AO3 Link

If doors could scream, you think to yourself, then these creatures would never have a restfull night.

But your doors can't scream - they can only creek. So you creek and you snarl and let your windows fly open on a stormy night. Anything to at the very least inconvenience the parasite nesting within your organs that he calls "furniture".

Once, you tried breaking one of your own windows to see what would happen if his skin was cut open with your glass shards.

In the end, it wasn't worth having the postman over the following day, poking around your frames for hours in order to fix them and sewing the monster's wound shut, which had some fiber sticking out of it with no blood in sight.

And of course, there was the pain. You didn't know that breaking glass would feel as if breaking a human bone. A stabbing sensation, reinforced whenever even the slightest breeze would soar through your exposed frames. That's what breaking a human boned used to feel like, right? You remember once breaking a leg when you were younger, although you don't quite remember how. Back then, you were still going by Ronald Dorelaine.

But him? He didn't at all seem affected by the wound you had given him. Because, supposedly, life would have been somewhat fair if you had managed to cause him a fraction of the pain that he has been caused you over the years.

You think about that night - and all your other desperate attempts to garner some sort of revenge. And while you are lost in your thoughts, he opens his mouth.

"Good night, Home. Sleep well."

There it is. That voice you practiced for days while staring in the mirror and hoping that the movement of your puppet's mouth would match your words perfectly. You had modelled the voice after your uncle Fitz and yourself, two tender creatives. It was monotone, yet light, with a dreamy nature. Back then, you had no idea how horrifying it could sound.

You take it in, sliding the sofa back and forth around your livingroom, accompanied by some creaking of your eastern walls. In this complex language you've aquired over the years, that means: You imbecile.You know I don't sleep. When have you ever witnessed me sleeping?

He chuckles. "I had a wonderful day, thanks for asking! Barnaby and I went to Howdy's store. Howdy was missing some crabs...I don't know why Howdy has crabs, but he does. Anyway, Barnaby and I looked for them aaaall around Home. It was really fun! Howdy was really happy ... when we got them back. Then, he gave us hotdogs! They were really good."

I don't care, you utter through a creeking floorboard in the bedroom. Why should I care about your day if all I can do with mine is bending some walls?

"Yes, it was a very nice day. But every day in Home ... is a nice day! I can't wait to find out what will happen tommorrow. And the day after tomorrow ... and the day after that!"

You ruined my life. I wish I had never created you. You're not Wally. You're a demon! Yes, it must have been Satan that offered me that deal. And now he is controlling your limbs instead of me. Don't you remember? I made you! I sewed you out of my mother's yellow fleece blanket! And this is how you repay me? By turning my legs into pillars and my head into a rooftop? Fuck you! I hope you swallow some of your paint and choke on it!

"Haha. Silly Home ... Please don't swear. It's not very nice ... to use bad words."

You and every single one of your planks freeze. Did he just-

"What is it, Home? Are you ... surprised? Do you think that ... I can't hear you? Well, I can! Most times, I just don't feel like ... answering. You are just so boring and ... repetitive. Haha."

That laugh causes your drain pipes to shake.

He gets out of bed, with his dainty robes and nightcap on. Then, he scratches the insides of your walls. If this still was your human body, you would compare the sensation to a cockroach crawling through your intestines. Now, you finally realize that he has been doing this intentionally.

His voice splits into two ends, rubbing at eachother like a squeaking chalkboard. "You must remember, Home. We made you. Without us, there would be no Welcome Home on the Tee-Vee. You wanted this ... yes? You wanted ... to be heard and seen ... on the Tee-Vee. You wanted everybody to feel your love ... deep inside of them. And soon, they will all feel it ... just like you! Many friends and fun voices, deep in their hearts."

Your walls and floors are shaking - and yet, he happily walks back to his bed, not paying the breakdown that his house is currently experiencing any mind.

"And until then ... we will have ... lots of fun, together!" His voice stabilizes itself once more. "Tomorrow, everybody from Home will visit us. Barnaby, Frank, Sally, ... the whole gang. They will all be here, on your floors, in your rooms. It will be fun! Well, for you it will hurt ... but it will be fun!"

He pauses.

"That's all. See you tomorrow, Home."

Then, he is fast asleep.

One floor down, your sink leaks a few droplets splashing down the drain. Your rooftop trembles ever so slightly, trying to not to wake up the monster inhabiting your insides. You now have these late hours to yourself, before that horrific cycle starts again tomorrow.

If houses could cry, I'm sure there would be a tragedy written in your name.

[froggielovescoffee]

lighting practice except I’m bad at it :D

[dethl]

[17-25-1999]

Welcome home I decided to do Half of chapter 4

Hope you like it. I still working on chapter 4 the rest.4 1/2

[posssums]

ABOUT ME

basic info

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i go by dirk and use any neoprns and he/him.

i am a minor and WILL block weirdos.

i just write shitposts and might post art.

dni and who should interact

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DNI:

proshippers/comshippers

people who think you cant get groomed

homophobic/racist/antisemetic

INTERACT:

homestuck fans

aroace people

queer ppl

scenemo/grunge/goth/kidcore (if you dress "weird" INTERACT!!!)

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fun facts abt me:

im in highschool and want to be a therapist

im an agere and petre

im aroace and agender

im autistic and depressed

thats it!! :)

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expand for fandom list + more in depth interact :3

fandom list!!

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homestuck ,welcome home, disenchantment, warrior cats, dhmis, hello kitty, go for it nakamura, miitopia, bee&puppycat and vocaloid u3u

interact if you are any of these!

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weird, gay, trans, a collector, an improv liker, a stand up liker, a neo/xenoprns user, xenogender user, favorite color is the rainbow, typing quirk user/supporter, age/petre user/supporter!!

oddly specific things i like!!

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blursed reaction images, drarry fics with trans masc in them, arizona iced tea straight from the fridge, watermelon / blueberry , pink/green, and having people respect my boundaries <3

aesthetics i like

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kidcore, arcadecore, lovecore, scenecore,crinecore, decora kei, fairy core, cottagecore, crowcore, and starcore o3o

fandoms <3

thank you so so SO much for visiting my blog!! ily and hope to see you again !! /p

my tags will be below!! please browse through them!!

i also have boundaries on my posts!

[banshee-circus]

'You found yourself coming across an old abandoned warehouse that'd been left sealed off from the public for decades.

After braking in, You find old stageprobs, merchandise, broken lights and tools of all sorts just left struwn about.

The place is in pretty bad shape with nearly everything having some level of decay or another.

After a brief search however, an old memory flashed past you mind.

You werenot certain what it was at first.

Growing up watching your parents old childhood VCR tapes, you just barley remember the characters anymore.

The once colourfuly painted backgrounds of home now peeling and faded infront of You.

Who were they... The big blue dog? The Postman?

One character you do remember however. The most.. what was it again? the most...? nevermind.

You found him in the very back,

Not a puppet like some of the others, nor a suit.

You parents had told you he was special, he was a robot...

It was heartbreaking to see him now though... once technology that astounded a generation. now left to rot, hung up but the metal bars and wires that once helped move him.

"...Wally..." you had muttered to what was left of the the once children's star as it stared right through you with its dead eyes.

That was the day you had decided... you were going to fix this animatronic.

Even if you didn't know much about technology, there was no way in hell you were going to leave such a crime be, to let something like this rot in here alone. It was unjust!

It would be tough work but you know he'll be worth it.

As you pack up for the night, telling the motionless blue haired robot you'll be back again tomorrow evening, for a moment you could have sworn Wallys eyes were staring right into yours.

It has to be a trick of the light of course.'