Henny's Fraggle Archive

Hi! Aww I'd love to doodle that, thanks for the request! I love Gobo and Mokey sm, they're such an underrated duo ❤️ I do apologize in advance though if I take a bit to post it, I've been like randomly burnt out on and off lately, but also this idea sounds so sweet so my brain might actually lock in and do it faster than I think lol

("Why don't you mind your own business and just leave me alone already!?" Wembley snapped suddenly. He let go of Wembley's arm, taking a step back in surprise. Wembley's angry face nearly immediately filled with shame as he placed a hand loosely over his mouth, seeming just as shocked as he was by his outburst "I-I, oh, I'm..I'm s-sorry, Gobo..! I dunno why I..Oh, I shouldn't've yelled like that, I'm sorry..!" Wembley looked as though he might burst into tears "I-I just..didn't wanna..u-upset you, but..Oh, I-I'm such a jerk..!" Wembley exclaimed, beginning to tug roughly at his hair with both his hands. That was something Wembley had done since they were little, whenever he was really upset and overwhelmed. He tried to help Wembley not to do it anymore, hating to see him hurt himself, and in recent years Wembley had been getting better about it, but there were still moments like this occasionally where he fell back into doing it again "Hey, stop it. It's okay, buddy.." He said, reaching out to grab Wembley's arms to stop him, but he hesitated, not wanting to overwhelm him even more by touching him "I forgive ya, eh. Yer not a jerk, Wembs, I-I was the one bein' pushy about it. I understand ya gettin' upset.." He reassured, his hands hovering uncertainly in front of Wembley "Just..stop doin' that now..please?" He asked carefully, feeling awful when Wembley's face crumpled into a guilty expression, his eyes shining with tears. Wembley stopped yanking at his hair, but he kept his trembling hands on his head, as if he were shielding himself, his fingers still curled around his blonde locks "Hey, it's okay..C'mon let's just go sit down and breathe for a minute now, eh.." He suggested softly, finally touching Wembley's arm as he directed him over to the tunnel wall, where they sat with their backs leaning against it. They were silent for a while, except for Wembley sniffling quietly as he stared at the ceiling, blinking rapidly to try and hold back the tears that were still welling up in his eyes. He sighed, unsure how to get Wembley to talk to him about the problem without seeming too forceful. He didn't want to make Wembley feel even more anxious "..S-Sorry.." Wembley whimpered, so softly he almost didn't hear him "Hey, yer fine, don't apologize. I forgive ya for yellin', okay?" He reiterated gently. His chest ached when, instead of looking reassured, Wembley began to cry openly "N..N-Not just..th-that.." Wembley choked out, staring out ahead of him instead for turning to look at him, tears rolling down his cheeks. He was about to question what Wembley meant when he took a shaky breath and continued "..'Cause I..I-I'm..b-botherin'..you.." "No yer not. I wanna be here for you." He said firmly, hating the continued implication Wembley had been making that he was somehow burdening him by having feelings "Whatever it is that's upsettin' ya, I'll always be here to help ya no matter what, y'know.." He said earnestly, placing his hand gently on Wembley's shoulder. Wembley didn't respond, though it seemed like there was more that he wanted to say, and began wiping his nose with the back of his hand, sniffling loudly "..I-It's really not a big deal.." Wembley said after a moment, his voice cracking, as he twisted the hem of his shirt around )

Was thinking about Wembley working a lot of different jobs, and then I remembered the ep Wembley's egg and got really emo bc like..yeah he'd def work with kids at some point and it'd change his life :')

Aw tbh it's been a Bit since I last watched any of the eps that had merrggles and craggles in them, so I don't actually have any headcanons at the moment unfortunately 😅 thank you for the ask though! ❤️ gosh I wish I had more specific thoughts to share about the other fraggle subspecies bc I do remember really liking them all, like the world of the fraggles in general is so interesting to me, but I don't think of anything rn, sorry about that 😅

Wembley would shower whoever he's with with affection and words of affirmation, he's just so over the top loving, like it's really endearing (but he's also lowkey kinda overly clingy at times lol), he'd just want to spend time with his partner, yapping or listening or doing whatever, and wanting to do anything he can for them and show them how much he loves them, and he'd just be overall very giddy about being with the person he likes, and he'd probably be the type to not be able to shut up about his partner whenever he's talking with someone and they're not there 😆❤️

Had a bit of a busy day today (a fun kinda busy, but yknow XD) but here's a doodle of my human Red design that I did a while back (bc that first doodle I shared of her was So teeny and messy lol)

Edit Okay so just ignore this actually, I found my drafts again on my phone lol talked to my brother, who's much more of a tech guy than me, and he found them again 😆

Some messy doodles bc I went bowling recently and I also can't stop thinking about my human fraggle five as teens and so my brain was like..yes..Wembley working at a bowling alley..lol (also some angst, bc I just can't help myself :') )

He let out a shuddering breath, and then tried to make an effort to breathe more deeply. Mokey breathed along with him, until he calmed down more and his breathing began to even out "That's it, love.." She said softly "You're doing so well!" And with that encouragement he peeked an eye open, pulling his head away from Mokey, just slightly, and then nervously glanced down at the dark water. He had expected his anxiety to spike again at the sight, but instead he just opened his other eye and stared, surprised to find that the pond looked much less deep now that he was actually in it. And being in Mokey's arms helped him feel much more secure. He loosened his grip on Mokey, just a little bit, trusting the hold she had around his waist, and reached a hand down to touch the water "..R-Really..?" He asked, a little uncertain, but feeling his confidence grow the longer he stayed in the water "Yes! And look at how much more relaxed you are now than when we first got in! You've come so far already!" She answered, and the pride in her voice bolstered his confidence even more "Thank you for helping me.." He said, feeling comfortable enough to smile up at her gratefully "Aw, you're welcome! I'm so proud of you, sweetheart!" She cooed, leaning down to kiss his nose and tightening her hold on him "Mokey..!" He groaned, his face growing hot with embarrassment at her affection and praise; despite the fact no one else was even around to witness it. But at the same time a pleasant, warm feeling filled his chest at her words, his tail beginning to wag underneath the water. And he didn't really mind that she was squeezing him a little too tightly.

Boober opened his mouth to argue with her but the words died in his throat. Deep down he knew she was right. Even though some days he really felt like he was the only one in the whole Rock struggling while everybody else had it all together, he knew that wasn't actually true. He always felt horrible for thinking that way. He didn't mean to make it all about himself, especially when he knew his friends really did have problems of their own. It was just so hard for him to see it sometimes, when he felt like he was always lagging behind everybody else. Really he admired his friends for their different strengths, and sometimes he just wished he could be as strong as them...He wiped at his eyes, unsure what to say. The silence that followed began to make him feel so uncomfortable that he almost wanted to continue spewing out self deprecating comments just so he wouldn't have to sit in it. But he bit his tongue, not wanting to upset Mokey any further. He scooted away from her, out of her gentle embrace, squeezing his eyes shut and flapping his hands, trying to dispel some of the nervous energy that still hung heavy in his chest. After a moment he let his arms fall limp at his sides, his shoulders relaxing somewhat as he stared out in front of him, taking deep breaths "You know, Boober..I'm really proud of you, sweetheart." Mokey said softly after letting him breathe and get calmer for a little while. He turned to face her again, a strange mixture of emotions that he couldn't quite place swirling in his chest "...Wh-Why?" He asked, his throat feeling tight "Well, because every step you take towards a change you're wanting to make is progress, and you should celebrate that!" She explained, smiling warmly at him "And, you know, you don't ever have to swim if you don't actually want to, but even though it was something that was hard for you, you still made it this far! That was very brave of you." His face grew hot and he stopped looking at her, feeling too overwhelmed by her praise and her loving expression to hold her gaze. But he really did appreciate her kind words "...I-I wish.." He hesitated, trying to decide if he actually meant what he was about to say or if he was just riding the high of Mokey saying that he had been brave. After little thought though he determined that this really was what he wanted, and he took a deep breath "I wish I could've made it farther..." He ended up mumbling. When Mokey didn't immediately respond he quickly continued before he could talk himself out of it all over again, like he had many times before tonight "I-I mean I still want to..to..I-I do want to try to swim still.." He said, glancing at her again as he fidgeted with his scarf "Oh, Boober, really?" Mokey asked, with that cautiously enthusiastic tone that she always used when she was really happy for him for going out of his comfort zone but didn't want to overwhelm him with her often over the top encouragement. He nodded, though he began to feel a little sick again at the idea of actually getting in the water. Mokey scooted closer to him and placed a steady hand on his back, and he suddenly realized that he was trembling "I know you're nervous..deciding to try that is a pretty big deal, huh.." Mokey said kindly, rubbing his back again. He thought she was really good at that...At talking to him in a way that didn't make him feel as ashamed for being scared...He nodded again, letting out an anxious whine as he leaned into her, resting his head against her once more. Mokey began stroking his hair "..Hey, you said that one reason you were feeling worried about it was because nobody would be here to help you if you needed..So do you think it'd help you feel better if I went out there with you?" She asked, wrapping him up in a gentle hug. He felt a wave of relief wash over him at the suggestion, the tension in his shoulders lessening slightly as he buried his face into her sweater.

Boober lowered his head, turning his back to her again and staring down at his trembling hands, which were clinging tightly to his scarf. He didn't respond, afraid that he might start crying again. The reason he was up would already be embarrassing enough to talk about without him completely breaking down in front of her because of it as well. Without a word Mokey walked towards him and, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, sat down beside him. He didn't turn to look at her, but through the corner of his eye he could see she was trying to catch his attention "What's the matter, Boo-bear?" She finally asked the dreaded question, moving her hand from his shoulder to rub his back comfortingly. He wished he could just disappear as he curled in on himself slightly "...I dunno..." He mumbled pathetically, tearing up once more "It's...it's gonna sound silly..." "Oh, I'm sure it's not silly, dear. You know I'd never think that about anything that was upsetting you." She said earnestly. He did know that, because she always made sure to tell him so, but even with how understanding she was it was still hard for him to explain how he was feeling sometimes "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked kindly after he had remained silent for a moment. He began to nervously fiddle with his scarf as he debated with himself about saying anything more. Maybe it would help to get it off his chest. And Mokey wouldn't laugh at him for it...probably. He thought she was too nice to really make fun of anybody. And she'd never laughed at him before...He took a deep breath and gave a small nod "...I-I just, uh..I was..trying to..to..." He hesitated, casting an anxious glance at Mokey, who looked back at him with a patient and encouraging expression "I...wanted to try and learn to swim..." He finally admitted, his voice so quiet he was afraid Mokey might ask him to repeat himself. She made a soft noise of acknowledgement, but before she could actually respond he continued "Bu-But I-I didn't want anybody else around to watch, y'know? I-It'd be too embarrassing..! S-So I came out here now..But th-then I..well, then I just kept thinking what if..if something happened while I was out there, i-in the water, a-and nobody was nearby to help me, and I-I...I just..." He trailed off, his voice cracking as his vision blurred with tears "...I couldn't do it..." He finished quietly, ashamed. Why couldn't he ever do anything right? Mokey remained quiet for a brief moment before letting out a thoughtful hum as she gently moved his tail into her lap, combing her fingers through his baloobius soothingly "I can understand how that must have felt really scary-" "But I didn't even do anything yet!" He interrupted, suddenly angry. He was angry at himself. Angry at being so different. Why did he always do this? Why was everything always so hard for him? Why did he have to be so unreasonable? "I shouldn't have been scared yet! I-I shouldn't even be scared to swim in the first place! No one else is! I-I sh-should be able t-to..!" He stopped, the words catching in his throat as tears finally began to roll down his cheeks. He quickly hid his face in his hands, whimpering pitifully "Oh, now, Boo-bear..." Mokey started quietly, draping her robe over his shoulders as she placed an arm around him. He leaned into her, resting his head against her side as he tried to get a hold of himself "You mustn't think like that..You get to feel how you feel, there's no "should" or "shouldn't". And don't you compare yourself to anyone else either. We're all different, and we all do things at our own pace-" "Or you're too much of a worthless coward to ever do anything at all." He couldn't help but add bitterly "Oh, Boober..." Mokey sighed. He suddenly felt guilty, he knew she hated it when he said stuff like that about himself "You are not a worthless coward. It's hard to do things we're not used to, and it can feel scary. You know, everyone struggles with things like this too sometimes. Even if you don't see it.."

Boober stood, frozen in place, staring at the pond. Moonlight from the well shining on the still water. Everyone else had already gone to bed, but here he was, alone in the Great Hall, unable to bring himself to take a step in any direction as the night stretched on. There was a horrible, tight feeling of anxiety in his chest as he stood there. He had nearly immediately regretted his decision of getting out of bed, and he wanted to just forget what he'd been thinking about that had led him out here so late and go back home. But at the same time, now that he was here in front of the pond, he just couldn't bring himself to leave. He couldn't let the thought go. Honestly it had been nagging at him for a long time, long before it was keeping him up tonight. And even though, deep down, he knew it wasn't really a big deal and that he shouldn't be thinking so much about it, it still kept circling through his mind. It didn't really matter how often his friends told him that it was alright that he felt the way he did and that they understood, because he could tell that really they didn't get it. He didn't blame them though. He knew that they cared about him, but he also knew that he was strange. And none of them ever had any trouble with things like this. Every other Fraggle he knew could do this, he should be able to too. So the fact that he was afraid to stung. It felt like just yet another glaring difference between him and everyone else, another thing that made him odd. He couldn't bear it. And tonight he just couldn't shake the idea that, unlike some other parts of himself that made him different that he couldn't help, maybe he could change this. So he found himself out in front of the pond in the middle of the night, fighting with himself and his anxieties, trying to convince himself to do what he'd come out here to do as he flapped his hands in a feeble attempt to lessen his building panic about the whole idea of it. His face burned with shame as he still couldn't move a step closer to the water, no matter how he tried to reason with himself and tell himself that he'd be fine, that he had to do this...He was stuck. There really must be something wrong with him. Tears began to well up in his eyes. His gaze fell from the pond, and he instead stared at the floor, his trembling hands beginning to wring his scarf as he blinked hard, trying not to cry. He let out a shuddering sigh and sat down on the floor, pulling his knees to his chest and curling his tail around himself. He scowled as he looked down at the knots he had tied into it for good luck when he had decided to leave his cave. Some help they were. He couldn't even find the courage to do this one simple thing...Something that everyone else did every day without even thinking about it...He buried his face in his knees and hugged his arms around himself, beginning to sniffle and whimper pathetically, the tears finally falling. He wasn't sure how long he had sat there but he eventually stopped crying, though he still felt too miserable to get up and go home. He was lost in self deprecating thoughts when he heard a familiar voice behind him call his name. He nearly jumped out of his skin, his baloobius flaring out in anxiety as he quickly turned towards the owner of the voice "M-Mokey?" His face grew hot with embarrassment at the way his voice quavered. He swallowed hard, trying to will his voice to be steady as he continued "Wh..What are you doing up? It's late..." He felt horrible for not wanting to see her right now, but he had come out here when he did so that nobody would be around, and now he just felt like he was troubling her. Mokey could always tell when he was upset, so he was sure she was worried because of him now. He should've just stayed in his cave and kept his moping to himself "I could ask you the same question." She said, giving him a gentle smile. But, even though he wasn't always too good at understanding expressions, he could see the concern behind it.

Messy little doodle of Mokey and Red swapping hairstyles for @fanbackstory !! Thanks for the request and for your patience, I hope you like it hehe <3

Hi! 😁 lol that's great 😆 aww thanks for letting me know! 😊❤️