#rosie porkchop

[askfazbearfrights]

Hey Rosie do you believe in ghosts?

Rosie: Ghosts? Oh lookit that y’got m’ears all up in a fright. I can’t say I’ve seen any though!

Though I do wonder bout them hmmmm gals-

[fazfrightsquotes]

Rosie Porkchop: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?

Ralpho: Have everyone stand.

Coils: Bring three more chairs!

Eleanor: The most important ones can sit down.

Funtime Freddy: Kill three.

[furry-tronics]

HELLOO??? WHY ARE THERE ANIMATRONICS SO UNDERRATED FROM THE BOOKS??? ROSIE PORKCHOP???? COILS THE B-DAY CLOWN????? RALPHO???? HELLO??????

I'll have to draw them if no one does, duh

[monty-glasses-roxy]

I came to a realisation...

Incorporating the costumes from The Mimic and the Epilogues... Can very easily place Monty's character earlier in the timeline than literally all the others. Like you have an alligator costume in The Mimic. What's to say that's not one of the original versions of Monty? What's to say he isn't a nostalgia character with a revamp to appeal to the new audiences?

Obviously, I'm gonna play around with this. I'd vaguely had it in my head before but oh wow am I gonna play around with this among all the other character possibilities created by these costumes existing. And I want to release Rosie Porkchop on an attempted murder spree but that's neither here nor there....

Point is? Monty as a character could be old as balls, just like the alligator species itself. I just think that's neat!

[bittcnneck]

Because my carrd does not look good on computer and I can't edit it, I decided to move it over to a regular Tumblr post.

About Me

Hello! My name is Pucca. I'm a 27 year old semi-literate roleplayer. I go by all the pronouns, but I would appriciate if you used she-her. Doesn't matter, though. I have 6 years of roleplay experience. English is not my first language, so bare with me please!

FNF MUSES:

Pico

Gf (Cherry)

Bf (Keith)

Sarvante

Ruv

Garcello

Mommy dearest

Daddy dearest

Tankman

Senpai

ENCANTO MUSES:

Isabela

Camilo

Mirabel

Julieta

Antonio

OBEY ME! MUSES:

Lucifer

Diavolo

Asmodeus

Yuki (MC)

SCP MUSES:

Scp 049

Scp 035

Scp 999

Scp 079

Scp 2599

HAZBIN HOTEL MUSES:

Charlie Morningstar

Carmilla Carmine

Emily

Lucifer Morningstar

Rosie

Lilith (testing)

YANDERE SIMULATOR MUSES:

Kokona Haruka

Amai Odayaka

Musume Ronshaku

SPIDERMAN MUSES:

Miles Morales

Hobie Brown

OTHER MUSES:

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN MUSES:

Connor

Markus

Chloe

Francis mosses, the milkman (that's not my neighbor) he has an ask blog, @ask-themilkman ! Please follow!

Louis (uglydolls)

Salad fingers

Rae Kim (but you seem fine)

Fade (valorant)

Lacey (Lacey's flash games) (HH AU)

Ali Abdul (Squid Game)

Jumin Han (Mystic Messanger)

Alexander Hamilton (note; this muse will not be roleplayed in this blog. He has his own blog, @alexanderhamilton-official . If you're interested, please consider following it!)

Ayane shiun (porkchop 'n flatscreen)

OCS:

Kiera (SCP OC)

Akihiko (ALPHA MAFIA OC, no fandom)

Len (OMEGA OC, no fandom)

Amelia (CATGIRL OC, no fandom)

Markus Miller (papers please inspector oc)

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Looking forward to interacting with all of you!

[bearisweet]

so my shiny oinkologne post got a lot of attention, so i thought i might as well draw her!

sorry to disappoint but her name’s not miss piggy, i named her Rosie after Rose Quartz from SU since the colors reminded me of her & the ‘if every porkchop weren’t perfect’. Hence the inspiration of her humanized form.

[ataraxiaspainting]

Decided to hop on the Aya lore train! If you play/used to play Animal Crossing, what villagers do/did you have?

omg this is such a fun question!! thank you so much for it, it genuinely made my day hehehe.......... <3

i got all my villagers off a top ten animal crossing villager list in like... may of 2021? i usually just go with whatever's the most popular, which isn't really the best because trends come and go so fast, but after taking some time to think about it i really came to like them. even though most of them fell out of style.

raymond (of course...)

marshal

fauna

coco (creepy cute villager gang rise up, i think she's actually my favorite!! she gives me books and stuff all the time...)

audie (i saw the video about how she was named, and it was the cutest thing ever. i now watch audrey's videos from time to time to get that serotonin kick)

diana

stiches

merengue (my older sister gave her to me after swapping her out for sherb. thanks sis!)

ankha (queen. enough said.)

judy (my friends think she's creepier than coco. i think her star eyes are so pretty...)

honorable mentions: tia, cookie, rosie, daisy, elvis, fang, flurry, all the sanrio villagers, freya, fuchsia, gayle, goldie, julian, june, ketchup, kiki (i see what you did, animal crossing villager naming person. i see you and i appreciate your service.), lobo, lolly, lopez, maple, margie (my first normal villager... i'm sorry i betrayed you...), marina, zucker, mitzi, molly, olivia, wolfgang, peanut, phoebe, poppy, portia, reneigh, sherb, sky, vivian, and whitney.

(yes, it's a lot but to be fair i kicked out a lot of villagers to get the specific ten i wanted.)

both my sisters and i had a whole war going on with this random pig. he would come to our islands and refuse to leave. we're convinced it was the same guy too. he stood in the way of our villager hunting endeavors and we even performed rituals (aka just chanting "i'll eat porkchops" over and over until he left. yes, his name is chops.).

i've only "finished" (in the heaviest quotations imaginable because technically you can't finish it...) animal crossing new horizons. i recently acquired my old nintendo 3ds back after not playing on it for like a decade, i think? bought some cards (nintendogs, dragon quest, pokemon mystery dungeon, etc) and i'm starting to play them whenever i have the time to! they're quite good so far!

[peip-agent-no-5]

And yet, I'm going to thank you anyways because I love you

*He gave her a soft smile, blowing a kiss at her before he went to try the food. He was careful not to scrape the utensils along the bottom of his plate, a natural reaction ever since he'd hated the noise as a child. He took the small bite of both green beans and a bit of porkchop and swiped them along the bit of glaze on his plate, making sure the flavor was all there before popping it in his mouth.

He nearly melted at the taste, sweet and just a little bit salty, the texture of the meat compared to the vegetable, it was all perfect. He took another bite, going for just the veggies this time and taking his time in chewing, enjoying the handiwork of his wife. He looked back up at her and smiled, keeping his full mouth closed. He brought a hand up to cover his lips when he spoke to compliment her cooking.*

It's very good tasting, almost amazing as you.

*His face went rosy for a moment at his accidental innuendo, it wasn't often he managed to make them but when he did he tended to surprise himself. He went silent in his embarrassment, keeping his mouth shut as he took another flustered bite.*

*Norton took a step inside his home, vaguely dazed and confused as to how he'd gotten there. He checked his watch, he'd just gotten home from work? Odd. He could've swore today was Monday, but it was Tuesday? Had his day really gone so fast that he'd forgotten what day it was?

He blinked a few more times, closing the door behind him and walking into the kitchen, it was late. Considering the time, he would've expected Sarah to be in bed already, but nope, there she was. The pot of food he was assuming she made was warming on the stove, having obviously been cooked hours ago. He sighed, frowning apologetically.

He dropped whatever stuff he brought home with him from work onto the counter to make room in his arms for a hug.*

I'm sorry I got home late again, sweetheart. Things have been really horrid at the office.

*Right, the cover job. He wasn't actually allowed to tell his wife about how he worked at P.E.I.P, he supposedly worked at an office for some Godforsaken reason, even though he hated offices in reality. He seriously had no clue why the organization gave him a fake office job.*

@peip-agent-no-5

[Sarah had been practically pacing the floor before she saw Norton's car pull into the driveway. Her biggest fear is that something got out of hand with P.E.I.P and he would come home hurt. She truly cared about him, loved him to a degree, if he'd gotten hurt..well she'd be utterly beside herself. Sarah had given up nursing when she married Norton, generally just tired of the long hours and ungrateful patients. With his supposed 'office job' he made more than enough money to support them both, and she was alright with staying home and making sure things were nice and comfortable for him.

The woman was a fairly kind person, soft-spoken, mostly kept to herself. That is, with literally everyone but Norton. She could let loose with him, really be herself, it was part of why she loved him as much as she did.

The meal that was sitting on the stove was pork-chops with a peach and honey glaze, a nice helping of green beans and carrots, roasted with that same glaze over top of them. She liked cooking for the both of them, it was almost a creative outlet for her. Notably, there were two servings of the meal, seeing as Sarah hadn't eaten yet.

When Norton made it a bit easier to do so, Sarah wrapped her arms around his midsection, leaning on him with a soft sigh of relief in her worn Playboy Bunny pajama pants and too big grey tee that was probably Norton's. She needed to feel the heat of his skin against hers, to hear his heart beating in his chest to know he was alive.]

That's okay, honey. I know things have been busier for you, there's absolutely no need to apologize.

[She looked up at him, studying his face. What kind of mental state would they leave him in today?]

Y'know what I think? I think they're pushing you too hard- I ought to go down there and give them a piece of my mind!

[She had a rather determined look in her eye too, playful of course, but there was probably some truth to it at least.]

[fire-foop]

Some sketches

[chrisgraves09]

How about even MORE Fazbear Frights characters?

[askfazbearfrights]

Rosie, what do you think about the rest of the Frights?

Rosie: Well shoot- big bunch’a misfits~ feel right at home! The big ol’ yella’ bunny n’ I get along like peaches n’ cream! Though everyone’s body counts r’ mighty concernin-

Eleanor: You have one too

Rosie: Don’t count if y’never find em.

[oliviackaotix-blog]

Finally looked into the rest of the Fazbear Frights books and I just found out about Rosie and I adore her

[princesskaori87]

FNaFTober Drawing Challenge Day 18: "Stuffed"

Brittany and Jessica just moments before disaster... 😨

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Anyway, Artastic's post about dreaming DJ's name was Morris made me remember a dream I had during the strike when I couldn't talk about it.

I was in my old primary school and I was... Maybe Roxy, maybe myself, might have switched back and forth throughout, I don't remember. What I do remember, is there was a Mimic that either myself or someone else had gotten out of the basement that the school didn't actually have but eh dream logic. I'd apparently deactivated it and was at the computers in the hall trying to find a way to properly deactivate it while my old Class 1 teacher was making out that this wasn't a big deal.

It started reactivating and I ran over and zapped the fucker with a Fazwrench which is now apparently a taser. I told her "See? This is serious!" cause I'd been fretting while she brushed me off this whole time. Anyway, I go elsewhere to try and deal with this, and I don't remember a good chunk of that, but what I do remember is running out of the little hallway, into the hallway with the library in, being chased by a second Mimic (that might have been Rosie Porkchop from Fazbear Frights).

From the other direction, someone else, I forget who, comes running in from the hall I'd been in earlier with the computers and we almost bump into eachother as we run by... Yeah that person was running away from another Mimic which looked like that big metal guy from Full Metal Alchemist (never seen it and know nothing about it sorry) who I run straight into. It fucking Got me, and it had a knife for some reason, I had a boring ass jumpscare screen like the ones in my mum's escape room game, and I believe I woke up after that.

Yeah that was fun. I think I was Roxy for some of it but I don't remember. The primary school was as tiny as it was in real life before they rebuilt it, so there wasn't much area to run, but yeah there were somehow three Mimics, one of which was still deactivated by the computers and the other two were chasing me and that other guy I've forgotten. And also one of them was from an anime I've never seen while the other one might have been a pig in a maid costume from a book series I fucking hate.

Wild right? Fun stuff!

[micerhat]

You know I want to do the joke of: Why do all these videos have to do with the removal of organic matter?

BUT - my head goes: What If there’s a popular youtuber that does animatronic refurbishment in the FNAF: Frights universe and he’s all like, “I got a great deal on this Rosie Porkchop that appears to have some internal issues and we’re going to get her hatch cut open and start looking at what we’re dealing with!”

-rotted remains of two high schoolers run out of newly opened hatch-

“… goddamn it, Jimmy. Again?!?”

[porkchop-ao3]

A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 66)

Where Next?

Thanks for your patience guys ❤ This one is pretty short, I'm sorry about that, but there is action coming, promise. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter with cute little Jack 😊

Tagging @emily-strange and @actuallyhansolo​​ ❤

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

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I didn't see much of Arthur for a couple of days. Things were strange at the camp, there was no sense of permanence at all, there was plenty of talk about what next, where next? Some people had their answers, but mostly the camp was quiet with everyone in their own bubble of quiet contemplation. Everything had fallen apart in a matter of days and suddenly everyone had to figure out what to do next. 

I just waited patiently, doing what I could for the group. I hunted and provided some meat for everyone to fill their bellies with, it helped us to keep warm. It wasn't the toastiest of locations, so far north, but it would do until we had our plan. 

Arthur had spent the past two days with Charles. They had broken Eagle Flies out of prison after nightfall and they were up first thing the following day to be with Rains Fall. He was meeting with the army; things were not good and he was hoping to salvage some sort of deal or relationship of trust. That's where they were as I was sitting by the fire, wrapped up in a blanket and keeping an eye on Jack for John and Abigail, who were nearby discussing their plan. All I knew of it was they were wanting to get as far away from this place as possible. I wondered if we would ever see them again, or if they would keep on going further and further until the only evidence we'd ever have of their existence was a letter in the post once or twice a year. It made me sad to think about it, but I couldn't for one second protest it. We couldn't have much of a happily ever after, not after the things we'd done. We just had to make the best of things. 

"What're you doing, Jack?" I called out when I saw him wandering a little too close for comfort to one of the geysers.

"Just looking," he shouted back to me, though he stopped and turned around to smile at me. He was still smiling. It astounded me, honestly, he'd taken everything so well. 

He did ask about Dutch once or twice, wondering when we were going back to him. Abigail was usually the one to tell him the truth, but softly, carefully, while John and the rest of us sat tongue tied, unable to think of the right words to satisfy a four year old in such a situation. Jack usually responded with silence, and I couldn't tell if his silence was a signal of sadness or indifference.

I watched the boy as he picked up a pebble from the ground and then eyed up the geyser. I knew what his question was going to be before he opened his mouth. 

"What would happen if I threw this inside?" He called. I exhaled a chuckle and went to answer, though the words got stuck. I didn't actually know.

"Uhh," I vocalised cluelessly, "I s'pose it'd shoot back out again." 

"Can I try it?" 

"Best not," I chuckled, "the speed that thing would come out– I don't know. I wouldn't if I were you, sweetie. What if it falls down and bops you on the noggin?"

"I'd be okay," he assured me, and I cocked my brow a little. 

"Your momma might not be, I'm supposed to be looking after you. I imagine she'd toss me in there if you got hurt on my watch. C'mere." 

He kept hold of the pebble but did as he was asked, and came trotting over to me with a pair of rosy cheeks.

"Sit by the fire, okay? It's freezing out here, ain't you cold?" 

"No," he told me, his tone was high and it was very obviously untrue.

"Your nose'll drop off if you ain't careful," I warned, a little smirk on my face. He touched his pink nose and considered it for a moment. 

"It didn't fall off when we were in the snow." 

"The snow?" 

"With Uncle Dutch and Hosea, and everyone else. Before you were here," he said, gazing down at the rock in his hand, scratching at a piece of mud caked onto it until it gathered under his fingernail. He wiped it on his trousers.

"Ohh," I nodded, I'd heard about it before, their short stop at Colter after the Blackwater fiasco. "Wow, seems like a long time ago, I bet. You've been to so many places since then, ain't you?"

He hummed his agreement and nodded, not looking up at me. 

"You like going to different places?" 

"I guess so," he shrugged, "but sometimes I get bored." 

I chuckled, "yeah, I think we all do," I smiled at him and stroked his hair for a moment. It was feathery soft and light, and I sighed at his innocence. Such a sweet boy. I had no doubt that Abigail and John loved him and were the best parents they could possibly be to him, but I wished he'd had more normal beginnings in life. And I hoped he'd forget some of the awful things he must've seen and heard. 

"How're you feeling, about going away with your ma and pa?" I asked him. 

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" I repeated, leaning my head on my fist as I leaned forward and down to his level. 

"We're going away. Uncle Arthur, and you, and Sadie won't be there? And all the others?"

"No, sweetheart, we won't. But I'm sure it won't be the last you'll see of all of us, hm? Right now, your mama and papa only wanna take you someplace safer, you understand that, don't you?" I asked softly and he sighed, his little shoulders jerking with it.

"I guess so," his voice was small and I gave his shoulder a little squeeze. 

"Keep your chin up, little prince. Your parents love you to the moon and back, a million times over. You're gonna be okay," I smiled at him, even though he was staring at the rock. I considered it for a moment. "Can I see that?" 

He looked up at me in question, and noticed that I was looking at the rock. He paused for a second before handing it over. I inspected it for a moment, it looked much smaller in my hand than it did in his but it still filled up most of my palm. I clutched it tight in my hand, then looked at Jack as I kissed my knuckles. I closed my eyes for a few moments, and I heard him giggle. 

"What're you doing?" He questioned and I scrunched my face up, shushing him softly. 

"I'm concentrating," I murmured, and continued the performance for a few more moments, his giggles continuing until I slowly cracked one eye open, and then the other. 

"What did you do?" He stood up and turned to me, his hand going to mine, trying to pry my fingers from the stone, his cheeks round and rosy with his grin. 

"I filled it with my love Jacky, and a little extra that I got from Karen, Mary Beth, Tilly, Hosea, Kieran, Molly, Sean, Mr Trelawny, Reverend Swanson, Mr Pearson, Uncle…" I made a show of gasping for a breath after listing off so many names, then swallowed before deciding to mention the names which followed, "and Javier and Bill too, and Mr Strauss… and Dutch." 

My voice had wavered and I needed a second to compose myself. I cleared my throat, and was grateful that Jack was preoccupied by looking at the grey lump of rock in my hand. It was warm from my body heat and he gasped a little when he took it from me, marvelling about it's temperature.

"But it's a big rock. Plenty of room for more love. How 'bout you ask everyone to hold on tight to that rock, and put all their love and care into it. So, as long as you've got that, you'll be safe, and you'll be able to remember all of us and know that we ain't ever leaving you, not in our hearts." 

"Okay!" He did a little jump and squeezed the rock in his hand again, holding it to his chest with the biggest smile I'd seen all year. It warmed my heart despite the freezing temperatures. I glanced up to where Lenny was sat wrapped up in his winter coat, a book in his gloved hands. 

"Why don't you go ask Lenny if he don't mind taking a break from reading?" I suggested, and Jack immediately spun around and ran over to him. 

I watched him from a distance, as he excitedly explained the concept. Lenny chuckled and looked up at me from across the camp. He put his book down, laced his fingers together and pushed them out to stretch out his hands before giving them a shake and rocking his head from side to side, limbering up before taking the rock from Jack and cupping it tightly between both hands and squeezing it as hard as he could, eyes intently focused on them. I grinned and laughed to myself, loving his commitment to making the boy smile. I knew everyone would be just as eager to please, not afraid of making a fool of themselves. 

For the rest of the afternoon Jack went around the camp asking people to contribute to the pebble. I was glad to have given him something to amuse him, and perhaps something to remember us all by, even if it was just a simple rock. It would be nice if he remembered us all each time he looked at it, if it didn't get lost along the way during whatever trips he and his parents were about to embark on. 

In the late afternoon Arthur came back. Charles was not by his side but he quickly reassured us that he had simply gone to visit the Wapiti Reservation after the negotiations hadn't exactly gone to plan. I tried not to listen to the details, despite this horrid feeling that built in the pit of my gut as days went by. I kept trying to reason with myself that Arthur had been putting his life in danger far longer than he had known me and had always come out alive. It didn't stop the voice in my head that would whisper about his luck running out…

Before I spiralled into those thoughts I got on with preparing dinner. As long as I had Arthur back in my arms at the end of the day, whatever chaos had found him while he was gone was not worth thinking about. Torturing myself was not going to help anyone, especially not Arthur, who would no doubt grow tired of my whittling about his well being. I just had to keep telling myself that soon this would all be over. 

–

"Canada, I'm thinking. Would be their best chance. They can't stay here much longer after all of that mess we left behind after the negotiations today," Charles was saying over his helping of rabbit stew. He'd returned from the reservation, where he'd apparently spent the best part of the evening convincing them to start packing up to leave. "Rains Fall seems hesitant, not that I don't understand him.  They've been moved around enough, all they want is to settle and have peace so they can live."

"Doesn't seem like they'll be able to do that here though," John said, and Arthur murmured a sound of agreement.

"He's coming to terms with that I think. He knows they'll have to move on sooner or later, it's just hard for him to accept right now, even harder for Eagle Flies. He's even more against the idea," Charles replied.

"He's got a lot of passion and fire in him, that man. He ain't quite learned though, that sometimes passion like that can get you killed," Arthur said. Charles silently nodded in agreement and looked down at his plate. "Canada, you say?"

"Canada," Charles nodded. "And I'd go with them."

"Really?" My brows raised. A quick, sharp pain went through my heart as in a second it became reality that the group was splitting up. These people I had lived with for so long and come to love, we were all going separate ways...

"Yeah. I don't have any other ideas," he chuckled a bit, then shook his head and became a little more serious, "I like it, with them. I feel closer to my mother." 

I smiled, comforted by the fact that even if Charles wouldn't be with us, he'd have a family.

"Arthur," I heard from behind. It was Sadie's gravelly whisper and my heart dropped. I knew what she was going to ask. Arthur, sitting beside me around the fire, glanced over his shoulder and nodded. Then he wordlessly leaned over to kiss my temple, and got up. He stepped over the log we sat on and headed away from the group with Sadie.

They were going to the O'Driscolls' hideout. More bloodshed. More danger. I took a breath and met Charles' eyes.

"I'm happy for you Charles. You deserve to be with people who care about you, who'll all keep each other safe. And the fact they also share your heritage, that's even nicer," I smiled at him and he nodded, "when do you think you'll go?"

"Soon as I've convinced them," he chuckled a little again, the corner of his lip lifting. 

"I'll miss you," I told him. It seemed to startle him but only a little, he was often cool and calm and not even surprising words of emotion could throw him off for long. 

"I'll miss you too," he said after a moment, and the words sounded almost like a revelation, like he also hadn't fully wrapped his head around the fact he'd be saying goodbye to us all until now. "We'll write to each other, all of us, yeah?" 

"Definitely," I nodded, my smile widening, "and if I ever find myself in Canada, I'll have a free place to stay, right?" I teased just a little and he laughed. 

"Of course.”