Hey there! I'm a millennial who does some writing and some drawing. (I have been writing a bit longer than drawing 😆). She/her!
Currently I'm really into Welcome Home 🏠, Monster High 👻, and Hazbin Hotel 😈, but you'll also see other things like Metal Gear Solid, Our Flag Means Death, My Little Pony, Pokemon, and other Nintendo games on this blog! Probably also cute animals...cats are my fav 😺
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#my art - Fan art and (rarely) original stuff!
#my writing - Mostly fanfics! Here's what I've written:
Lovely to Look at, Delightful to Hold (Welcome Home, Frank x Eddie) - My longest story, a slow burn of Frank and Eddie falling in love, with just a touch of existential horror!
Unscripted Kiss (Welcome Home, Sally x Julie) - One shot about Sally getting flustered about the casting choices in her play. :3
Howdy's Mail-in-Times Day Special (Welcome Home, Howdy x Barnaby) - One shot, what if Howdy had to write a letter to his favorite customer? Who would he choose? Also starring Eddie as an unintentional Cupid. :P
Short and Sweet (Welcome Home, Multi-shipping): A collection of one-shots about my favorite Welcome Home pairs!
#my text posts - Just random memes, thoughts, theories, and pics of my every day life, lol.
#q - I reblog a lot! I love seeing beautiful art and writing on my page. But feel free to block so I'm not taking up your dash!
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Lastly...
Look at my cat! He is so silly! Please give him a virtual nose boop before you go!
The Monument to the laboratory mouse is a sculpture that commemorates the sacrifice of the mice in genetic research used to understand biological and physiological mechanisms for developing new drugs and curing of diseases.
I would like to start post my original fiction on here and Ao3 (I will still be writing for Welcome Home, too!). But which concept sounds more interesting to you?
Sci-fi, man interviews woman about her life trapped in a plastic, robotic body
Horror, multi-chapter, evil plants in a woman's garden ruin her life
As you guys know, I tend to keep to myself when we’re working on Welcome Home and only come out of my hermit’s burrow to give us all an update! This is that!
Unfortunately for May, the workload has been more than anticipated, so I didn’t have time to properly produce a Minute with Wally like I hoped I could…! I hope this will suffice instead! (We also hope to do one next month if things improve!)
The next Merchandise drop is in the works too and it’s so so so sweet! It very much matches a very particular fellow! I’m also happy to write that most everything is available in our merch store found on the website! Each purchase goes to helping us keep building our happy home and promise future updates so the story can reach its end!
(Artwork by @downydig !)
As for this upcoming update, I really want to keep everything a surprise, but I will say we have so much tucked away that we’re eager to share when the time comes! (I love hearing and seeing the reactions we get, it makes everything worthwhile!) It’s funny to say, but much of this year’s workload has been spent on both Eddie’s update and every single update moving forward! (We intend to update twice a year until it's done, if things keep going well enough, for example!)
Also to know… We intend on dropping in the summertime within the next couple of months! Once I feel confident, we’ll offer a proper date! (I have to break our Updately tradition of me being late! I must break the curse of Home)
All else I can say about it is…! Yeehaw! 🎤🐴
Thank you for supporting us in every way that you do, whether it’s buying our merch, loving Welcome Home, thinking about Wally, or spreading the word! We’ll write to you again soon!
Love, This House!
P.S. Place him... Anywhere
[< --- Previous Chapter: Howdy x Barnaby] [All Pairings]
No matter where you look in Home, there's romance in every nook and cranny. A collection of short stories about my favorite Welcome Home pairs! 🌈
Chapter 12 Summary: Eddie stars in Sally's play.
This is a bit of a new one for me! I wouldn’t say I actively ship these two, but I would like to see more of their dynamic. I wish they were better friends. 😭 As a warning, this has questioning one’s gayness! (Only temporarily, who can blame ya when faced with Eddie in drag 😤)
(Read the full story below, or here's AO3 version if you prefer to read on there!)
Chapter 12: The Show Must Go On
💌 Eddie x Sally ⭐
Eddie threw back the curtain as the lights dimmed and the theater erupted into applause. He ran up to Sally with annoying exuberance, considering he had just delivered a very sad monologue.
“Whoo-ee, listen to that clapping, Sals! Thanks for letting me be in it! An’ the main character, none-the-less!”
He stopped in front of Sally’s vanity, adjusting his sequined red dress. Sally grunted. She was arranging the flowers for Eddie’s upcoming funeral scene. Howdy and Barnaby had just thrown them into a pile in the middle of backstage. They had no eye for art!
Sally turned around and gasped in horror. The potted plant she was holding shattered at her feet.
"Did you go out like that?” She held her hands to her face. “Your lip color is all wrong!”
Eddie frowned, his purple lips pouting. “Is it? But in the book—”
Sally inhaled sharply. She snatched the script from her vanity and held it up to him. "As I've told you many, many times, Mailman, this is my interpretation. And in my interpretation, Miss Scarlet’s lips are red! It’s in her name!” She dropped the script and pointed to her director’s chair. “Sit down right now so I can fix it! Clearly I can’t trust you to do it yourself.”
Eddie lowered himself into the chair. He looked like a scolded school child, his hands folded and eyes averted.
Sally mentally patted herself on the back. No wannabe directors were going to ruin her vision today!
But as she grabbed her makeup kit, she realized she had a problem. When he was sitting in her director’s chair, she couldn’t reach Eddie’s face. She came face-to-face with his sparkly, lace-covered bosom.
Sally blushed with embarrassment. “Lean down here. Ugh, you’re such an awkward height! You’re lucky Poppy has stage fright. She has the willow tree-like grace Miss Scarlet requires.”
Ignoring the insult, Eddie looked around, his red-haired wig flowing with him. He was clearly looking for a box for Sally to stand on. Finding nothing, he turned back to her and patted his leg. "Maybe try gettin’ closer?"
Sally stared at him.
What.
“I’m just sayin’—so you can get it right this time?” Eddie gave a lopsided grin that was disgustingly charming.
Sally opened her mouth. Closed it. Then opened it again. “Don't get any ideas, Mailman!” she snapped, finally relenting. Eddie just laughed as he helped her up, which annoyed Sally even more. How does he let everything roll off him so easily?
To reach his mouth, she still had to lean against his chest and his midsection, which was round and warm. His lap was a bit slidy due to the sheer, sequin-covered material he was wearing. She had to rearrange herself several times to avoid falling off.
“I just want you to know that I’m not enjoying this.” She pursed her lips in concentration as she applied the ruby-red lipstick.
Eddie laughed with his mouth closed, but he still moved, causing Sally to smear the color. “I know I ain’t your type, Miss Starlet.”
“You say that as if I’m yours.” Sally licked her finger and rubbed it against his cheek to remove the smudge. “As if I haven’t seen you hit on every male-presenting figure in the neighborhood!”
Eddie chuckled. “That might be true.” He fluttered his long lashes, unenhanced by makeup. “But if I liked girls, I think I'd have a crush on you.”
That shocked Sally. She drew back, holding the lipstick aloft. “What! Why me?”
“You're pretty, talented, nice…you're a literal star!” He had one arm around her waist to steady her, but now he was looking at her as if he was holding the whole universe in his hands. “You wrote the perfect stage adaptation of The Tell-Tale Heart and The Scarlet Letter—that’s no easy task! I reckon you’d win a hundred awards, if there was anyone here to hand ‘em out.”
She had been enthralled by his speech until he briefly touched her rightmost star point, stiffly attached to her face like papier-mâché. She batted his hand away. “Don't touch those! They’re sensitive!”
Eddie immediately let go of her. “I’m so sorry! I didn't realize...”
“Well, you should’ve. Be more careful!” She knew the touch had been friendly, even unintentional, but it stirred up some feelings in her that she didn’t want to address. She applied the rest of his makeup in a hurried, awkward silence.
When she was done, she slid off his lap and tripped over her own two feet, then dusted herself off as if nothing had happened. “There. Now try not to screw it up before you go back out there.”
Eddie leaned down to look in the mirror. “You’re right. It does look better.” He put on his wide-brimmed hat and struck a pose. “How do I look?”
Sally only looked at him out of the corner of her eye. Despite that, she could see he had the perfect, voluptuous shape for the character she had brought to life.
“Passable,” she murmured. She shooed him away before he could ask anything else. “Now get out there, and don’t forget your lines! And look sad, for goodness’ sake! You’re about to die!”
“Yes, ma’am!” He waved and disappeared onto the stage, leaving a swish of curtains in his wake.
Sally gripped her stomach, barely able to enjoy the thunderous applause after Eddie delivered a tearful death scene. It didn’t make sense, she thought. She was gay, and he was also gay, but didn't his face hold the right amount of makeup? Didn't he have the perfect voice for narrating her lines? Didn't he look the part in an evening gown?
She looked down at her hand, still coated in the red lipstick she had neglected to wipe off. Even as the audience erupted into its final, rapturous applause, she couldn't enjoy it. She ran to the bathroom to wash it off, but despite all her scrubbing, the red still wouldn't come out.
I had the idea to draw Eddie and Frank with stamps for heads...for once my stamp collection came in handy! I actually started collecting stamps due to Welcome Home and Eddie last year; I just love their vintage feel! 😊💌🦋 They are like tiny picture frames with art.
[< --- Previous Chapter: Howdy x Barnaby] [All Pairings]
No matter where you look in Home, there's romance in every nook and cranny. A collection of short stories about my favorite Welcome Home pairs! 🌈
Chapter 12 Summary: Eddie stars in Sally's play.
This is a bit of a new one for me! I wouldn’t say I actively ship these two, but I would like to see more of their dynamic. I wish they were better friends. 😭 As a warning, this has questioning one’s gayness! (Only temporarily, who can blame ya when faced with Eddie in drag 😤)
(Read the full story below, or here's AO3 version if you prefer to read on there!)
Chapter 12: The Show Must Go On
💌 Eddie x Sally ⭐
Eddie threw back the curtain as the lights dimmed and the theater erupted into applause. He ran up to Sally with annoying exuberance, considering he had just delivered a very sad monologue.
“Whoo-ee, listen to that clapping, Sals! Thanks for letting me be in it! An’ the main character, none-the-less!”
He stopped in front of Sally’s vanity, adjusting his sequined red dress. Sally grunted. She was arranging the flowers for Eddie’s upcoming funeral scene. Howdy and Barnaby had just thrown them into a pile in the middle of backstage. They had no eye for art!
Sally turned around and gasped in horror. The potted plant she was holding shattered at her feet.
"Did you go out like that?” She held her hands to her face. “Your lip color is all wrong!”
Eddie frowned, his purple lips pouting. “Is it? But in the book—”
Sally inhaled sharply. She snatched the script from her vanity and held it up to him. "As I've told you many, many times, Mailman, this is my interpretation. And in my interpretation, Miss Scarlet’s lips are red! It’s in her name!” She dropped the script and pointed to her director’s chair. “Sit down right now so I can fix it! Clearly I can’t trust you to do it yourself.”
Eddie lowered himself into the chair. He looked like a scolded school child, his hands folded and eyes averted.
Sally mentally patted herself on the back. No wannabe directors were going to ruin her vision today!
But as she grabbed her makeup kit, she realized she had a problem. When he was sitting in her director’s chair, she couldn’t reach Eddie’s face. She came face-to-face with his sparkly, lace-covered bosom.
Sally blushed with embarrassment. “Lean down here. Ugh, you’re such an awkward height! You’re lucky Poppy has stage fright. She has the willow tree-like grace Miss Scarlet requires.”
Ignoring the insult, Eddie looked around, his red-haired wig flowing with him. He was clearly looking for a box for Sally to stand on. Finding nothing, he turned back to her and patted his leg. "Maybe try gettin’ closer?"
Sally stared at him.
What.
“I’m just sayin’—so you can get it right this time?” Eddie gave a lopsided grin that was disgustingly charming.
Sally opened her mouth. Closed it. Then opened it again. “Don't get any ideas, Mailman!” she snapped, finally relenting. Eddie just laughed as he helped her up, which annoyed Sally even more. How does he let everything roll off him so easily?
To reach his mouth, she still had to lean against his chest and his midsection, which was round and warm. His lap was a bit slidy due to the sheer, sequin-covered material he was wearing. She had to rearrange herself several times to avoid falling off.
“I just want you to know that I’m not enjoying this.” She pursed her lips in concentration as she applied the ruby-red lipstick.
Eddie laughed with his mouth closed, but he still moved, causing Sally to smear the color. “I know I ain’t your type, Miss Starlet.”
“You say that as if I’m yours.” Sally licked her finger and rubbed it against his cheek to remove the smudge. “As if I haven’t seen you hit on every male-presenting figure in the neighborhood!”
Eddie chuckled. “That might be true.” He fluttered his long lashes, unenhanced by makeup. “But if I liked girls, I think I'd have a crush on you.”
That shocked Sally. She drew back, holding the lipstick aloft. “What! Why me?”
“You're pretty, talented, nice…you're a literal star!” He had one arm around her waist to steady her, but now he was looking at her as if he was holding the whole universe in his hands. “You wrote the perfect stage adaptation of The Tell-Tale Heart and The Scarlet Letter—that’s no easy task! I reckon you’d win a hundred awards, if there was anyone here to hand ‘em out.”
She had been enthralled by his speech until he briefly touched her rightmost star point, stiffly attached to her face like papier-mâché. She batted his hand away. “Don't touch those! They’re sensitive!”
Eddie immediately let go of her. “I’m so sorry! I didn't realize...”
“Well, you should’ve. Be more careful!” She knew the touch had been friendly, even unintentional, but it stirred up some feelings in her that she didn’t want to address. She applied the rest of his makeup in a hurried, awkward silence.
When she was done, she slid off his lap and tripped over her own two feet, then dusted herself off as if nothing had happened. “There. Now try not to screw it up before you go back out there.”
Eddie leaned down to look in the mirror. “You’re right. It does look better.” He put on his wide-brimmed hat and struck a pose. “How do I look?”
Sally only looked at him out of the corner of her eye. Despite that, she could see he had the perfect, voluptuous shape for the character she had brought to life.
“Passable,” she murmured. She shooed him away before he could ask anything else. “Now get out there, and don’t forget your lines! And look sad, for goodness’ sake! You’re about to die!”
“Yes, ma’am!” He waved and disappeared onto the stage, leaving a swish of curtains in his wake.
Sally gripped her stomach, barely able to enjoy the thunderous applause after Eddie delivered a tearful death scene. It didn’t make sense, she thought. She was gay, and he was also gay, but didn't his face hold the right amount of makeup? Didn't he have the perfect voice for narrating her lines? Didn't he look the part in an evening gown?
She looked down at her hand, still coated in the red lipstick she had neglected to wipe off. Even as the audience erupted into its final, rapturous applause, she couldn't enjoy it. She ran to the bathroom to wash it off, but despite all her scrubbing, the red still wouldn't come out.
I had the idea to draw Eddie and Frank with stamps for heads...for once my stamp collection came in handy! I actually started collecting stamps due to Welcome Home and Eddie last year; I just love their vintage feel! 😊💌🦋 They are like tiny picture frames with art.
I had the idea to draw Eddie and Frank with stamps for heads...for once my stamp collection came in handy! I actually started collecting stamps due to Welcome Home and Eddie last year; I just love their vintage feel! 😊💌🦋 They are like tiny picture frames with art.
Doing another FranklyDear pic and I wanna do one where their heads are replaced with stamps...I looked through my stamp hoard and ofc I don't have a butterfly for Frank, but I have lots of flower ones. Wondering if I should draw a butterfly and maybe lavender stamp myself or use two of the ones I have?
