#i think i cooked with this one

[smolestboop]

"at the gallows it was mercy i had found..."

[greytern]

dear followers today i offer you my part of an art trade with one lovely @/macabremarble

[tougotstrangeld]

[itsyagurlchip]

To @shadymatmat: "I can write that he knows about human dating customs, but tries to pretend to reader that he doesn't. that's way cuter in my opinion."

☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Begging for Kisses☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

ᯓᡣ𐭩warnings: established relationship(!) cussing maybe idk I might not warn for this n e more (!) woah kissing, chip's experimenting now-(!)

ᯓᡣ𐭩I'm so sorry for not wanting to write your other ask, but I'm so glad that you'll take this one in turn!! (Making Donnie actually clueless is different from making him emotionally unintelligent so it felt kinda odd to write-) Thank you for the request Mat <33

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Donnie's bad at lying, you know.

A knock sounds out from my window. I groan and roll to my side, whoever's knocking on my window can promptly backflip themselves into a restaurant dumpster. My large comforter was doing its job: being warm, and safe. What time was it for someone to even be-

At my window!? I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion before opening my crusty eyes.

I adjust myself onto my elbow and squinted to see...Donnie? He knocks again, waving when he catches my eye. His face is darker in blush, but I'm not worried about that.

I stand up stretching, mumbling something about advanced robots and simple doors, before walking over my clothes to let Donnie in. I guide him to a bean bag, while I stand up at some attempt to stay awake enough for this.

"Yes Dee?" My eyes weren't really focusing on anything, but I knew i really wanted to go back to sleep- "I know you're like, nocturnal and shi, but what could possibly hold my attention at 3 in the morning." I rubbed at my eyes to get the crust away.

"I require assistance an experiment! Uhm, regarding human touch." He fiddles with his fingers for a bit, looking away.

"Right, the human that needs six to eight hours of sleep is the one to help you out." I sarcastically said, before looking at his face. I sighed, "Yea... sure. What are we doing?"

"Well, you see, as a man and a turtle of science, I have been pondering on a hypothesis about how physical touch... affects uh- humans!" I blink before gesturing him to carry on. "And since I'm mutant, only half-human, I figured that... maybe I needed a full human for this." He mumbled.

"There's many different kinds of stimuli, " I started. "Like holding hands, uhm, patting heads-"

"Can- can we just try a hug?" Donnie asked. "For- for science, of course."

I was genuinely confused but went with it. I walked over as he stood up, and hugged him gently rubbing his shoulders a bit. I'm sure Donnie understood what hugs are, and what they're for. If he didn't, then Mikey must've been fake hugging them all of those years. I hum softly in content, before letting go.

"Just! Just stay here for a moment. This is significant research I'm conducting, and any interruption of it would not be appreciated, he said, surely not having a secret motif." He said, pulling me back.

"Oh- okay." I embraced him again, this time rapping my arms around his mid section. I kept in mind to not put too much pressure on his shell, despite it already being shielded. My head rested against his shoulders as my eyes lulled off a bit. I let out a yawn as my brain was catching up with reality.

I noticed that there was embarrassment in his tone, and I began to hear a subtle purring-

I look at his tail to catch it wiggling a bit, only to see it stop as if he's forcing it to. And then it finally clicked in my sleepy brain.

"Mhm... yea, so what's your hypothesis again super genius? I'm completely being curious, by the way." I huff out a gentle chuckle.

"Well-well, if a human is hugged for a long time, then they'll..uhm..." Donnie mumbled something incoherent. "This is completely for science and not out of a personal inquiry...yea."

"Mhm, righhhht" As I let go and turned around, I finally let my smile grow big. I lead him to my bed, "You need data, right? I got work at 7, so that's a little less than four hours of it." I not so subtly looked at his tail again, to see it moving rapidly.

Donnie fiddled with his fingers, tapping them and then clenching them. I look at my sheets. He may not agree because of the texture of my blankets. I look back at him.

"You good with this? We can find a different way to collect your data, Mr. Science." I smirked playfully.

"No!" he blurted, I raised my eyebrow. "I mean- I'm good, cool cool cool, I'm fine! I think we should just do this a little longer." He began writhing his fingers together, with his face darkening in a blush again.

"It's just a cuddle" I laughed a bit, "It's like what we're doing but laying down. It's a win win, you get your data, and I get my sleep."

"Hmmm....." He hummed, clearly not opposing the idea. If he was gonna pretend, then I could too.

"You know, a good scientist changes the independent variable? Maybe the new dependent variable can help you... come to a scientific breakthrough?" I lay down on my side, and hold my arms out for him.

Poor guy, he looked like he's having a panic. Like the emotions in his head are running around his brain as an alarm sounds out.

"I suppose..." He says slowly, but I've known him long enough to know it's a yes. He was clinging onto me for pizza supreme's sake! And he says he's touch adverse? Sure. "But! but. Science only. No feelings." He said, gently pulling off his battle shell.

"You keep saying 'for science', you know." My smile grew wider as I made reaching hands. "Just lay down silly. C'mon Mr. Science, get your cuddle data."

He rolled his eyes and laid down. At first, he awkwardly held himself with his knees. But soon, he accepted my sleepy hugs and melted. His shoulders relaxed, and his eyes closed. A small, almost inaudible sigh slipped from his lips as I slip my arms around his shoulders.

"You know what would progress your experiment?" I asked softly.

"Hm?" He hummed, his eyes still closed.

I kiss his forehead gently, adding another long one for assurance. His eyes open as my hands slowly reach, just stopping at his face. Donnie's breath picked up and he bobbed his head, as if he were dumbfounded.

I held his cheeks, bringing his face to mine, and pressed our lips together. It was light, and feathery. Comforting. I could feel Donnie's heart pumping rapidly, but mines was beating strongly, painfully. I leaned back, and sighed deeply, looking into his eyes.

"Any other 'experiments' I should know about, Mr. Othello?" I quietly asked. He blinked as if coming from the back of his minds.

"I'll- I'll have to check in, uhm, with- the data results." Donnie gulped with a shy smile. "O-Or when the test subject begins to show a lack of..." He trailed off, going into mumbles again. I fully chuckled this time, still not calling him out.

"That's fine, I can be your assistant for a while." I said sleepily, before my sight gently faded, and my mind dreamt of a pink atmosphere.

imnotcringeimnotcringeimnotcringeimnotcringeimnotcringeimnotcringe posting this early bc I'm actually proud of this one-

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[spookyboris2]

[de-righty]

Attack for @primavarum

[crowinthecorner]

pull the sword from the stone, take your rightful place as king

[forest-of-sunflowers]

Thinking many normal thoughts and opinions on Rowan’s backstory rn, so here are two/maybe three theories I think about a lot.

- Rowan being related to a royal family

now, this is a theory I think about often, since we don’t know much about her. but re-listening to certain episodes I keep getting thoughts about this theory. In episode 4 around 5 minutes in Jamie mentions how all the party is hiding their identities in one way or another, which seemed to be brushed off because we didn’t know much else (and it was only ep 4).

Another thing that had me thinking was in ep 12 at 35 minutes in, Rowan left the hayloft while Aurelius, Kieran and Neph were talking about taking a role of a leader, or not ready/wanting to rule a kingdom. That’s something I never questioned before I re-listened to it a bit. There was also a few times when I was looking through the playlist beck had made for Rowan to see a few songs such as “Our Word” and “Dollhouse” that started my thoughts on this theory. The only thing we can tell from recent episodes is that her family has a lot shady business(?), not to mention from ep 21 she has been holding onto Junipers hand the whole time and trying to distract from the current mission which is the party going Kruivia. I believe that her family could/is related to the Kruivia Royal family

- Rowan somehow related to the Forsindicated

I don’t know much about this theory myself, but I’ve seen a few post about this theory that she could have some connection to the Forsindicated. All I know on this theory is from what we know about the Forsindicated is they’re a very powerful group that seems to be known throughout the kingdoms. While what we know about Rowan’s family seems to be really shady, and powerful. There could be some connections between this theory but I’m unsure, I would love to hear more about this one though.

That’s all . I made this post really long, but I got so many thoughts and opinions on Rowan lore. I want to know more, I’m gnawing at my enclosure

[friedmonster]

he cant stop not dont winning

[toastytunamelts]

⛩️🌸

[rodis-loft]

Did another study :D

[belladrawsstuff]

The Bite of '87

(Disclamer: I am bad at writing)

(Trigger warning: mentions of blood)

It's was a normal day in Freddy Fazbears Pizza, children were watching the animatronics preform on stage, playing arcade games, or playing with the pull apart and put back together attraction, aka The Mangle, while the adults watched their kids carefully, reading the newspaper(idfk why) or looking at the Toy Chica animatronic weirdly. Jeremy had gotten used to this. He used to work the nightshift, but he moved to the day shift after some... interesting things happened at night. The dayshift was much easier, all he had to do was make sure children didn't hurt themselves or puke in the ballpit. Jeremy didn't know why he still worked at this restaurant, the pay was shit, the place smelled rancid and the animatronics had creeped him out ever since he worked the nightshift, but alas, he still came here, day after day, to do the same boring and easy stuff. Little did he know, The Mangle had disappeared from the kids cove, and had started crawling on the ceiling. Some kids noticed and pointed it out to their half asleep parents, who barely batted an eye. Jeremy didn't realise The Mangle was on ceiling above him. He noticed slightly too late, as the animatronic lunged at him from the top of the ceiling, sinking its metallic teeth into his skull. He screamed as the pain in his head was excruciating, and children started crying. He felt warm blood gush out of the wound, as the animatronic bit down harder. Parents watched in terror, and another worker, Scott(more commonly known as phone guy), rang the emergency services. The Mangle was pulled off of his head by a bunch of children's parents, and Jeremy fell unconscious

Don't worry, people, Jeremy survives

[fut4b4]

woah an oc :0

[icewindandboringhorror]

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[wingsandwolves]

Wings

Sora was born with the ability to see people's wings. She sees beautiful, strong wings; She sees clipped, broken wings. She knows that what kind of wings people have can tell you a lot about them.

She sees people with such perfectly preened wings. Healthy, strong wings that will certainly soar over great distances. Groups with nearly identical wings, but with slight differences that set the individual apart. Politicians have wings that stretch far behind them, perfectly shaped to fly high above people, to silently strike from above. Artists have beautiful, awe-inspiring wings, with so many varieties and vibrancies - watercolor wings, golden wings, pitch black wings. Painters have wings the size of the canvases they so adore; Poets have gentle, soft wings, like the delicate prose they weave. Her personal favorites are wings that belong to songbirds, for people born to craft melodies heard worldwide.

Sora sees huge wings - wings that could surely carry their owner to spectacular heights - clipped. Mangled wings, broken over and over before they even fully formed. Some clipped wings will heal and grow with time - some wings will never fully recover, too scarred to ever lift someone up again.

She sees a homeless woman on the side of the road, with rough, dirty wings - lark wings. She sees the boy next to her in class with large, prismatic, clipped wings, struggle with math and english, pressured into being something "smart". She wishes everyone could see his beautiful wings and realize what he was meant to do.

Most commonly, she sees wings weak from dormancy. People that don't realize they even have wings, much less how to properly use them. Some inadvertently care for their wings alongside themselves; Some completely neglect them. Some hover unconsciously, with ease; Most never leave the ground at all.

The worst cases she sees are plucked wings. Someone who's wings were deplumed by others so much it became a habit they upheld. They refuse to let themselves heal, terrified of trying. They've learned to fear heights, fear the fall. She sees so many of them try so hard to let their feathers grow back, just to grab fistfuls of downy plumage and yank it out again.

When Sora looks at herself, she sees... nothing. No warbler wings, no crow wings, no falcon wings, no wings. She has no base to attach metal wings to, she has no speckled canvas to reflect the colors of her soul. Nothing to let her rise above the others, to let her soar and make a nest among the trees. She would take anything, she begs. Hummingbird wings, penguin wings, just something to give her a hint as to who she is. She sees nothing.

[daisyelixir]

"guys we're so cooked" "it's wraps" "the end is near" shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up. i say that with love because you are probably saying it out of distress and hopelessness, but for your own well-being and for everyone else's, please stop saying this shit.

no we are not "cooked." and by saying that, by the way, you are giving more power to the neo-nazi oligarchy in charge.

they want you to abandon all hope of a better life. they want you to believe "oh well, it's over, we might as well stop trying to fight back and just resign ourselves to despair forever."

every time you get on tiktok and comment "guys we're so cooked haha it's over," you are feeding into the mindset of hopeless compliance. you are, unknowingly, spreading this infectious idea that just because we've lost one battle, we've lost the entire war.

your words matter. i am saying this out of love and concern for our future, but please stop choosing words of defeat.