#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

[obsessedwithjasonvoorhees]

OCS NUMBER 2: odd obsessions

odd obsessions is a collaborative story between me and my trio! we (as in me..) have put in alot of thought, time and effort into the story. ill def post more about them but to just things up:

it is about a father with a very.. odd obsession with his daughter, from a young age he knew something was up, something didnt feel right. soon after his "wives" passing he finds the feelings growing.. harsher

simon:

Layla:

both! together</3:

am i obsessed w my own ocs? yes.

other girl there is mari, will get into her more later.. enjoy my art ig!

[vexasaurusrex]

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

[jonathans-soundbox]

Sowachowski's went missing a week or so ago. House undisturbed. Only clue left was blood on master bedroom bed. Probably dead but yet to be confirmed. No potential suspects.

This interesting to anyone else?

If anyone went to school with a Napolean 'Sock' Sowachowski lmk. Used to know him vaguely before he went missing, looking for some info.

[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!!!

[fullsweetspainter]

Helloooz, I hope everyone is doing okay after the election. Please remember that you are not alone! ❤️🧡💛💙❤️🧡💛💙

So these three weeks are going to be Catalina's processes of becoming official. So here is some of her official LOREEEEEE

Lore:

In the famous 1969 show "Home," Catalina was first introduced in the second episode titled "Flowers for a friend".

Catalina is mainly seen making flower bouquets or flower crowns or anything relating to flowers and plants. She is also estimated to be an inch taller than Wally. But she has an additional inch due to her shoes.

[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

[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

[fullsweetspainter]

Someone had an update ;3

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

[Updated]

[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