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Nynnmos, but can refer me as only Nym (Pronunciated as ni-ni-mos)
In this blog you may experience art, animation, sketch and small comic. (And what i could never forget: Lots of angst)
I have no compromise with this account; The main reason i created it was to be a gallery for my art, wich means i may be very inactive.
I don't really have especific fandoms to post about, but my main interests are undertale/au's, welcome home, bnha, ybg, duskwood and buffstudio games...
You know wha? Fuck goretober, thats so overhelming to draw every single day..... I'm gonna finish more 2 drawings to match the three fandoms and i'll give up. I'll be only drawing a halloween especial.
(I will continue to show my old arts after that, as i was doing)
Being honest i noticed that my art have been downgrading since i started the first drawing, but thats fine as long as i draw. I really hope someone beyond this screen enjoys what i make.
❮Wally shares his deepest darkest secret with Julie, and Julie… shares a cake with Wally.❯
CW ❯ This fic contains stitches, blood, and slight gore. Please skip this one if these themes make you uncomfortable!!
It was one of those bright, golden afternoons when the grass felt softer and the clouds looked like cotton candy. Wally Darling sat cross-legged beneath a tree, motionless, save for the breeze that swept through his vibrant blue pompadour.
Across from him, Julie Joyful was anything but still. Like an enthusiastic butterfly, she flitted about the picnic blanket, setting out napkins, putting sandwiches in order, and then scattering them all over again in her excitement-
“Okay, okay– so let me get this straight,” she said, words tumbling out like marbles. “You can eat… without eating!? Like, no chewing, no swallowing? You don’t at all use your mouth? Just... zap! With your eyeballs?”
“Yes,” Wally said, nodding slowly.
Julie leaned in, their eyes sparkling. “Like a laser beam? Eye lasers?!”
“No,” Wally said again, unbothered.
“But do your eyes glow at least?”
“No..”
“Does it make a noise? Like, shoomf?”
“No..”
“Do you glow at all?”
“…Not usually, no.”
Julie swayed back and forth on her knees “This is the coolest thing I’ve ever heard in my life! You have to show me Wally! Right here! Right now! What do you need?” She asked and looked around for something they could use for Wally’s new trick. New to her, at least. “A chocolate bar? A donut? A whole pizza? A triple-decker carrot cake absolutely covered in frosting?!”
Wally considered his options for a moment, then let out a thoughtful hum. “Carrot cake sounds nice..”
Julie let out a triumphant squeal and dove headfirst into the picnic basket. “I knew it! I knew today was a carrot cake kind of day! My snack senses never fail me!”
She took out a little container and opened it in a dramatic manner. Inside sat a gloriously – slightly lopsided – carrot cake wedge, covered in thick cream cheese frosting.
“Behold,” she held it up like it was the Holy Grail. “The ultimate test of your mysterious… magical… stomach-eyes!”
Wally tilted his head and scooted closer, his expression unreadable. “Alright..” he said, adjusting his legs beneath him. “But you’ll need to be quiet for a moment, okay?..”
Julie slapped both hands over her mouth and nodded furiously. “Mm-hmm. I can be quiet. I’m quiet now, like a ninja whisper. As quiet as a mouse! A mouse, ninja whisper.”
Wally turned to face the cake fully. He folded his hands in his lap, his gaze sharpening. Slowly, intently, he stared.
Focused.
Focused.
His whole body stayed perfectly still, like if he were a statue. The only motion came from the wind brushing through the grass. Julie stayed still too… sort of. She more or less looked like she was a kettle about to scream. Her hands were clutched tight over her mouth, her cheeks puffed as she eagerly waited in anticipation. She stayed quiet, though… For about three seconds.
“Can you eat anything this way?” she suddenly blurted, unable to help herself. “Like anything-anything? Like a chair? Or a word?? Frank would say that there’s no way to eat a word but he also said breen berry wasn’t a fruit!”
Wally didn’t respond. His gaze stayed fixed on the food in front of him. He was extra concentrating now with all the gentle seriousness of someone threading a needle in a windstorm.
Julie rocked on her heels, trying to hold it in, but the thoughts bubbled over again. “Oh oh oh! What if you look at the moon and accidentally eat it?! Would that mess up the tides? Would we float? Would our houses float too?! Is that why they call them houseboats?”
“Julie,” Wally said, softly, kindly, even. He didn’t look away from the cake, but his voice held a certain caution. “Please, a little less..”
“Right. Sorry! No more words. Not even one. Silence from this gal. Not a peep.” the joyful puppet winced and zipped their mouth shut.
Wally gave the slightest nod, and returned to the cake. He stared. His lashes lowered just slightly, and his breath evened out. Everything else melted away; the distant chirp of birds, the grass itching his ankles, Julie’s barely-contained squeaks of restraint. It was just him and the slice. Wally’s eyes sure didn’t glow (even how hopeful Julie still was for it,) but they did narrow.
It was just a tap, but it jolted him. Wally flinched – barely, but noticeably – his body reacting before his mind could catch up. His eyes darted downward and locked onto his hand. More specifically, his left index finger.
Everything began to slow down around him, as if time seemed to freeze. The breeze stopped, too. Even the frosting on the cake stilled.
Then – CRUNCH.
There wasn’t any sound. No bright flashes, no cartoonish puff of smoke, not a single spark of magic to warn them. It was just… gone. One second it was there, the next it wasn’t.
Wally’s breath caught in his throat like a hiccup that wouldn’t come out. His entire body froze, stunned not by pain, but by the wrongness of what had just happened. Julie didn’t even realize what had happened at first.
“Hey, Wally… what just–” And then she gasped, her eyes went wide as saucers. “Wally… Your– your finger..”
Wally looked down again. Then slowly, very slowly, raised his hand up. Sure enough, it was gone. Just a clean, empty space where a finger used to be. He stared at the space where it had been, expression still unreadable.
Then, his mouth opened, just a little, and a whimper escaped.
“W-Wally?!”
He curled inward, gripping the injured hand to his chest. “I didn’t mean to..” he whispered. “I-I didn’t mean to look...” He just stared at his hand, at the missing piece.
Julie’s breath hitched, then burst into a loud shriek. “Ohmygosh! Wally– Wally! I’m so sorry– You ate yourself! You ate your finger! What do we do?! What do we do?!” She scrambled toward him, fumbling to grab a napkin from the picnic basket, her hands shaking as she pressed it against the empty space where his finger used to be. “Is it bleeding?! Is it gonna grow back?! A-are you gonna disappear next?!” Wally didn’t answer.
Julie tore through the basket again. “We need Poppy! Or Eddie! Or somebody! They’ll know what to–”
“No..!” Wally’s voice cracked out, louder than either of them expected.
The pink puppet froze. Their hands hovered in the air, still clutching the napkin. “Wally…?”
“Please..” he pleaded softly. “Please don’t tell anyone..”
She looked at him like he’d grown a second head. “Are you serious?! Wally, your finger is gone! You ate it like it was frosting! We need to- someone has to- this isn’t normal!”
“I know.. I know. But don’t tell. Please.”
“Why not?! What’s the big deal?! It’s not like you meant to eat your finger! You’re not gonna get in trouble! But we need help!”
“I…” Wally opened his mouth, then shut it again. His hands trembled slightly as he gripped the wrist of the injured one. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t know why,” he said, sounding more desperate now. It was such a rare emotion for him to express. “I… I’ve always kept the eating secret. I didn’t tell anyone I could do this. I.. don’t.. even know why anymore…” He looked down, his eyes rarely turning glossy. “It feels like if I say it out loud… something bad will happen. If I tell our neighbors now…”
Julie’s anger began to melt away, her clenched fists loosening at her sides as she took a closer look at him. Not only was he shaken, he was terrified, and not in the way she’d first assumed. It wasn’t the pain that made his hands tremble, nor the blood or the strange, unnatural state of his missing finger. Whatever had just happened wasn’t new to him, and that realization hit her like a brick to the chest. And worse than that, it was fear of what she might now know, fear of what came next, fear of the truth he had tried so hard to bury, finally clawing its way to the surface.
“…Okay,” she said gently. “Okay. But we’re still going to wrap it up before it gets infected, got it?”
Wally nodded, and Julie stood to help him to his feet, still rambling nervously under her breath as they packed up the picnic. The cake was left behind. Neither of them could look at it.
Julie’s hands were covered with blood. She couldn’t stop shaking.
The thread tangled in her fingers for the third time, and she let out a quiet, frustrated breath through her nose, biting her lip until it stung. Wally sat in front of her on the edge of the bed, his wounded hand limp and cupped in her palm. The skin where his finger used to be was raw, neither of them have seen anything quite like it.
“Okay, okay… just a few more…” she whispered more to herself than to him. The needle trembled as she brought it close again.
Wally didn’t flinch. He hadn’t flinched since the bite.
His gaze was tilted down and slightly to the side, focused somewhere between the floor and the fading wall trim, though his face remained curiously unreadable. There weren't any screams or whimpers… truthfully, his silence unnerved Julie more than any cry could have. It made her feel like she was doing this to… well, a puppet, not a friend.
Thread through skin. Knot. Pull tight. Repeat. Frank taught her from his books how to stitch wounds like this in case of emergency, but none of the training prepared her for how warm blood could be. How it clung to her knuckles. How it soaked their clothes, bit by bit. They were both stained with it, and she didn’t like it.
“Does it… does it hurt? Please, let me know if it hurts…”
“It… just feels really strange,” Wally said, “Is that bad…?”
“I… I don’t know..?”
Julie looked away quickly, wiping her cheek with the back of her bloodied wrist before finishing the last stitch. Her breath hitched when she tied it off. The surrounding flesh was starting to bruise already, swelling and purpling where the skin met the knotted thread.
“I think.. I think that’s all I can do for the stitching,” she said shakily, finally reaching for the bandage roll beside her. “Now I’ll just… wrap it. Tight, yeah. Not too tight. Just enough to stop the bleeding…”
She glanced up to meet Wally’s eyes again, waiting to see if he’d say something else. But he didn’t.
He just watched her silently, the way someone might watch clouds drift past the sun. Julie’s hands trembled as she carefully wrapped the bandage around Wally’s missing finger.
“Okay, um… I think if I did this right, the bleeding will stop soon. Or at least slow it down??..” she said uncertainly, biting her lip. She hated feeling confused like this. “Are you sure you don’t want me to.. to call someone? It’s not too late..”
“I’m sure..” Wally could hear the bedroom door opening and slamming from Home, trying desperately to communicate to him, but he didn’t answer them right away. His lips were pressed in a tight smile, and every so often his chest heaved with a soft, uneven breath.
Julie swallowed hard, fighting back tears of frustration. “I’m sorry, Wally. I’m really sorry I bumped you. I didn’t mean to-... I should have been more careful..”
“It’s not your fault.. I should have told you before.”
Of course, he was going to tell her it was okay because he didn’t want her to feel bad. Because it wasn’t her fault, and maybe… because he didn’t know how to say what he was really feeling.
“I-I know, but still.. Do you hate me?” They asked softly, sniffling gently. It honestly hurt to see any of his friends that way, feeling so guilty.
“Of course not, Julie… you are a wonderful friend, I don’t think I can ever hate you… It was just an accident, like I said, it’s not your fault..”
Slam, creak, slam.
Wally forced the tightest smile he could muster over at the door, lifting his bandaged hand just enough for them to see. “I’m okay, Home,” he said quietly. His voice wavered just a little, “Really. It was just a little accident, ha, ha.. I didn’t mean to hurt myself. I’m okay, I promise. You don’t have to worry.”
Suddenly, a loud groan echoed through the walls, like the whole house was holding its breath and didn’t know what to do with it. Julie fell silent, really silent this time, they felt so damn humbled. Plus, she couldn’t understand at all what Home was saying. Still, they did understand that the house was concerned for Wally, and she didn’t blame him for that. So, she just continued to finish wrapping the bandage.
Then the windows began shuddering in their frames, and the lights flickered, not out, but just enough to make everything seem a little off-kilter. Home was panicking in the only way they knew how.
Clack, clack, clack.
Julie flinched, glancing nervously around as she tucked the last bit of gauze beneath the tape. Finally, she said something. “Home..? It’s okay… it’s okay, see? He’s right here…”
Wally didn’t flinch, didn’t react to the ruckus. Instead, he just let out a long, steady breath through his mouth. His smile was softer now, not so forced, and he tilted his head slightly toward the wall beside the door, listening. Then his gaze lowered to the ground.
“I know…” he said gently to the house. “I didn’t mean to scare you Home, I’m sorry..”
The lights above him gave a gentle flicker, a softer one this time. The heater let out a hum from somewhere in the walls.
“I promise I’ll be more careful. What happened won’t happen again… It was all just an accident, and I will be okay. I always am..”
A pause. Then the windowpanes stilled, the light no longer flickered, and even the oppressive silence began to ease like it was slowly exhaling.
Julie wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve and gave a quiet sniffle. “Did… did they calm down?”
Wally nodded slowly. “Yes… they just needed to know I’m okay.” He looked down at the bandaged hand again, curling the fingers inward with a little wince. “Thank you for helping me with my bandage, Julie.. You’re the most..”
“Of course… You don’t have to thank me for something like that, silly…” She paused for a moment, then her voice came hesitant again. “I… I’ll stay here tonight. Just in case something happens..? I can sleep on the floor, or the couch.. it’s no trouble at all, I don’t mind—”
“No thank you…”
Wally’s answer came faster than she expected. It was quiet, but firm. He didn’t even look at her.
Julie blinked, caught off guard. “I— what? But I thought..”
“No thank you,” he repeated again, just as soft as before. “I appreciate you very much, but… I think I would rather be alone tonight, if that’s okay… And I’m not truly alone anyways, I got Home, who will watch over me..”
Julie’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh…”
Still, Wally didn’t look up. “I’ll be okay, I promise.”
The silence that followed was thick, and it wasn’t helped by the low creak of the house’s floorboards, like even Home disagreed. Julie looked toward the window, then toward Wally again, trying to find some answer in his distant expression. But all she saw was exhaustion behind that usual smile.
“…Okay,” they finally nodded. “If that’s what you want.”
Wally nodded once, just a small dip of his head. “Thank you, Julie…”
She picked up the small first aid kit and quietly closed it, keeping it on the nightstand. “I’ll come by in the morning, to check in on you. I’ll bring you some gifts, okay?.. And, I’m just a phone call away. If you need anything, anything at all…”
“..Okay.. Thank you...”
Julie took a deep breath, then stood, feeling their feet drag across the floor. Still, they stepped backward toward the door. She didn’t want to leave. But Wally wouldn’t even look at her. His hand was still clutched against his chest, the bandages quickly staining red, and his voice was flat… so eerily calm it made her stomach twist. The silence between them was heavier than a bowling ball. And after a moment of hesitation, Julie finally turned. She watched as Home hesitantly opened the door, “…Okay then, goodnight, Wally. Goodnight, Home..”
“…Goodnight, Julie… I love you...”
The door creaked open. Then softly shut.
For a while, there was silence. Even Home didn’t know what to say.
The bandages on Wally’s hand were already beginning to saturate through, the red darkening into brown at the edges. He didn’t move to change them, he didn’t know how to.
‘...Are you really okay, Wally?...’ There came the concerned house’s voice, that lovely voice only Wally could understand. And again, Wally just nodded.
“Yes, Home…”
‘Are you being honest with me?’
“...Yes, Home…”
The panic had passed and the sun began to dip behind the hills, Wally sat in his room, quiet. Even Home didn’t stir, save for the times he offered him something, like gently rocking the bed until Wally asked him to stop. The bandage around his hand was snug, though uneven. Julie had done her best, wrapping it with trembling fingers and a look of sheer guilt in her eyes. It wasn’t perfect, but it held. She was probably right that Poppy, or even Frank could have done a better job, but Wally was adamant that no one was told about what happened.
The pain had dulled by now, just a throb beneath the cloth that seemed to follow the same beat as his heart. But it was nothing that Wally couldn’t handle. Though, even if the pain had gone away, the emptiness hadn’t. A missing spot that used to have something there just.. didn’t, anymore.
He still hadn't told anyone. He didn’t even think about telling anyone else, he had no choice with Home. How do you explain something like that? What are you supposed to say? “I ate my own finger today.” No.
Maybe he should’ve told someone. Maybe he should have let Julie call for help, it’s not like he could hide a missing finger forever. But what would’ve changed if told tonight? There would just be worried faces, worried expressions Wally didn’t know how to make, so he would just smile at them and reassure them that everything will be okay rather than them telling him that. And at the end of the day he would’ve still been here in the neighborhood, with one finger less than before. Red was always Wally's favorite color, but this much color coming out of his stitches felt just a bit ironic. He never bled before…
He folded his bandaged hand into his lap and lowered his gaze to the floor. He didn’t cry. Crying wasn’t a Darling thing to do. He just stared into the quiet, and made himself a quiet promise.
