✿❀ Poppy’s Give Away (Closed) ❀✿

Hi Clue Crew! I haven’t been here for long but I’d like to do a give away because the amount of people here who love Nancy Drew, who make Big Island memes, and who accept and are friendly to each other blows me away! I never thought I’d find people who like ND as much as I do and yet here you all are (◕ᴗ◕✿) So I’m doing this purely for fun and to let everyone know that they’re appreciated! 

。・゚゚・ RULES ・゚゚・。

  • If you’re under 18, please have your parent’s permission to enter! With the prizes I’m doing I’ll have to ask you for your address, so make sure it’s okay! (◠‿◠✿)
  • You may reblog and like this post as many times as you want!! 1 like = 1 entry, 1 reblog = 1 entry
  • With a random drawing, I will pick two winners on June 25th so please have your ask box open and I will also tag the winners in a post. They will have 48 hours to respond or I will choose a new winner. I will also let the winners choose which pack they want!
  • You don’t need to be following me to enter! You can if you’d like to.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*  PRIZES  *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

PRIZE PACK #1 - Nancy Drew

  •  Mug featuring a classic Nancy saying
  • A ND themed key chain
  • A ND themed mouse pad
  • A small tote bag featuring Nancy’s silhouette
  • Something special from Poppy

PRIZE PACK #2 - Big Island Mike 

  • Water bottle featuring the big guy himself
  • A Big Island Mike themed key chain
  • A Big Island Mike themed mouse pad
  • A small tote bag featuring Big Island Mike
  • Something special from Poppy

Good luck to all and stay sleuthy! (◕▿◕✿)

favorite faceless characters: poppy dada (ssh)

have you heard that saying that a work of art is never finished, just abandoned? well, I’m taking that idea to the limit by making art that will keep changing as different people encounter, perceive, and interact with it. I’m tired of artwork that says ‘don’t touch.’ I’m all about letting go, about sending my work into the world and seeing how it continues to become.

“What did the police say?” Poppy asks, slipping a hand through his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Sonny twitches a finger against her palm in acknowledgement but otherwise keeps his gaze fixed on the crime scene before him–a mess of toppled filing cabinets, shattered computer screens, upended drawers, and somewhere, far from here, the most important scientific discovery of his or anyone else’s lifetime. Proof of alien life, gone, the only missing item from the ransacked S.P.I.E.D. office. 

“They weren’t very hopeful. Nor were they very interested in recovering worthless notes about some alien conspiracy theory.” His voice sounds thin, honed into a sharp, cold edge. He sighs and leans against her shoulder. “Looks like we’re gonna need a detective. Private. And hopefully cheap.”

Poppy grins. “I met a detective once. Had a real fixation on Mayan jade carvings.”

“You don’t say?” He chews on his lip, distracted. “What was her name?" 

”…Nancy Drew.“

"Ah.” He’s smiling now, too. “I have definitely heard of her.”

Submitted by niobepapadaki

(I hope you do remember that in a phone conversation with Poppy in SSH, her real name is Penelope Daddle… And I’m pretty sure she did her own work. I mean, how else would she know that the painting she gave to Taylor Sinclair, “Deadly Midnight Snack," had sharks on it, and how else would she know the exact placement of the Mayan carving on the same painting?)


Relationships – An Old Friend

Poppy Dada ran to her car in the rain, groceries in hand. Today was the day she had decided not to bring an umbrella. She heard slight drizzling from the weather channel this morning, not thunderstorm!

However, it was out of her control, so she decided to go about her day as usual. And everything was going on as usual.

Until she bumped into Sonny. Literally.

Of course, being busy herself, she had not expected for Sonny to be in the area at all. But there he was, walking out the same store she had. How could she have not seen him?

“I’m sorry, ma'am,” The flustered voice apologized. “Excuse me, but have I seen you before?” Poppy grabbed the bag-full of milk from off of the ground and looked up at him. He was more mature-looking, but still possessed the crazy hair-dye in his hair – bright red and neon yellow this time. His glasses were sitting on his nose in a goofy fashion, and his eyes… Poppy cleared her throat.

“Maybe, maybe not.” She decided to not give away her identity so soon. Did he really remember me?

“Poppy Dada, right? I’m sure you know about me as well. Correct?”

The poor girl was ready to faint. He does remember me!


“Beech Hill, was it? Aw, man. I can remember that place as if it were yesterday. It was an interesting place to study extraterrestrial beings… sort of.” He smiled and shook her wet hand.

“Nice to meet you, Poppy.”

“Same here. So, what brings you down here in South Dakota?”

“I landed a new job here…”

Again? Oh, Sonny…”

The two ended up talking in the rain for a good twenty minutes, until Poppy checked her watch.

“Oh, crap.” Sonny frowned.

“What’s wrong?” The brunette fished car keys out of her pocket and picked up her grocery bags from off of the ground. She shot him a look of pity.

“I’m really sorry Sonny, but I need to get home. I have work tomorrow and I need to be there early. I haven’t even started dinner yet-”

“Relax. Why don’t I come with you? We can talk and get things done.” Poppy shook her head.

“Don’t you have work tomorrow…?”

“Yes, but I don’t have to be there until ten-thirty. I’m fine.” The artist finally caved in and they piled in her car.

“You don’t have a car?”

“I do. But since my house in like, down the street, I just walked.” Poppy nodded in understanding.

Then she drove off.

* * *

The car ride had held a comfortable but awkward silence. Sonny didn’t talk as much as he used to, when they met in D.C. . Poppy worried a bit, but realized that maybe the boy did mature. Poppy felt a mix of disappointment yet relief in her. Poppy also had a feeling that something was bothering him, or at least making him nervous. The feelings were coming on strong in the car because they were so close -

No, she did not just think of Sonny that way.

“Is there something wrong?” He asked her. She gripped the wheel tighter, her cheeks flushed. She attempted to swallow and clear her throat.

“I’m fine.”

The car pulled up into the driveway. Poppy got out the car and unloaded the trunk-full of bags as quickly as she could. Sonny just tagged along and followed her into the house.

“So, you’re an artist, right?” Sonny inquired. Poppy nodded as she finished up putting the food away.

“I paint mostly, but I also sketch.”

“What’s you’re favorite thing to sketch?” Poppy looked at him.



“Um… Well, I don’t really have a favorite. But I do enjoy sketching faces. I like faces.” Could this have gotten more uncomfortable?

“Oh, okay. I love your artwork. Especially the one with the aliens in it.” She smiled. Of course.


The two settled down for lasagna. Both had tried to make conversation with each other, but they were just… Poppy internally sighed. It’s not the same anymore.



“What’s wrong?” By the reaction that she received, it was easy to tell that he had no idea what she was talking about. Then Poppy voiced her thoughts.

“It’s not what it used to be, Sonny,” She told him. “You’ve changed so much.”

“I have? I would have said the same about you.” They came to the conclusion that the both of them were different than the last time that they had seen each other.

“That’s what happens. You eventually grow up, even if you are an adult.” Poppy agreed at his statement. “Thoughts, jobs, lives, even feelings.” Her heart skipped a beat at the words.


Maybe that was it. They had grown feelings for each other, and none of them wanted to admit it. It scared her. She had been in relationships before, but they weren’t as serious as hers with Sonny’s. At least, they were going to be soon. She hoped so , because she liked him a lot.

Heck, she didn’t know for sure if he felt the same way!

Anxious, the artist excused herself from the table and took their plates to the dishwasher. She glanced at the kitchen clock.

11:05 pm.

Poppy quickly loaded the dishwasher and turned it on.

“It was nice meeting you again, Poppy.”

Sonny rose to his feet. She felt a little sad that he had to go. In fact, she wanted to stay up all night and chat with him about the things she’s been wanting to tell him for years, and even some meager things to laugh and giggle at, just for fun.

But things didn’t work out that way often, more so when you have a job and pay bills. Even on Friday’s. Poppy released a breath that she was holding in.

“So, do you need a ride home or anything?” Sonny shook his head.

“I’ll be okay. I can take the bus home. The stop’s only down the street. I appreciate you having me over for dinner. We should talk more often, so here-” He handed her a slip with his contacts on it. Poppy took it and thanked him.

“Be safe. And have a good night,” He told her.

Then he closed the door behind him.

Tired and stressed, Poppy headed up the stairs to go to bed. She noticed that he left his jacket in the chair he was sitting in. Poppy picked the article of clothing up and went upstairs. After getting ready to lie down, she tucked Sonny’s jacket halfway under the covers so that it would look like he was sleeping there himself.

Good night, Sonny Joon.