#science experiments tw

[quitealotofsodapop]

As part of my rabbit hole into Jttw, I've been looking at more and more monkey-related articles and science topics. I am an irl biology undergrad. It's my thing.

And I noticed a lot of focus in the LMK fandom on Macaque's scarf.

In the Harry Harlow monkey experiments (tw for distressing stuff) one trait that would frequently occur is that "orphan" macaques would become emotionally attached to pieces of cloth/towels. Even with the presence of a "wire mother" that provided endless food, the baby macaques would cling to bundles of cloth to simulate being held by their mothers. In experiments where the baby was provided a "cloth mother" that had no milk to give, they would still cling even if it meant starvation. If the researchers attempted to remove the cloths, the babies would panic and lash out. Those whose cloth was removed actually died from grief. The reason is simple; it was literally their security blanket.

Btw; These experiments weren't done out of cruelty. There was a really damaging parenting belief during the 1950s that believed that babies should be held as little as possible, less they become "spoiled" from too much contact. Harlow's team was able to prove that yes, you need frequent positive physical contact to survive/thrive as a baby.

The cloth-clinging can also be seen in macaques raised by humans that don't understand their instinctual need to cling. Even when dumped in the wild, former "pets" will cling to their security blanket like their life depends on it. Because it really does.

SO I had a thought;

What if Macaque's red scarf is his security blanket? His "cloth mother"? It being one of the few comforts he had as a baby monkey? Or even the only memento of a life before the Brotherhood? A simple piece of cloth that holds more value to him than all the treasures of Heaven?

I've seen ideas/headcanons that the handkerchief he wears on his armour in the Brotherhood-era is actually his trademarked scarf, and that he began wearing it more loosely because Wukong hasn't been adjusting it for him. Since we don't see an earlier form of Macaque, he is literally almost never seen without his red scarf, save for glamours and at the beach in S4.

Macaque, who tries his best to be a self-sufficient loner, getting panicked when he can't find his scarf or when it becomes damaged. Wukong learned a long time ago not to touch the scarf without permission, and was only allowed to interact with it when Mac was in a good mood.

And you know who else is a monkey with a piece of red cloth that they're never seen without?

You touch MK's bandana - you die. I believe it was likely Tang and/or Pigsy who used the cloth to keep the hair out of the baby's face, and MK psychologically attached to it as a form of comfort. He's not evne sure why he's so attached to it.

[sonderwrit]

C95: You knew after opening your eyes

I Have to Be a Great Villain - Masterpost

The daily trials of a slime's one-sided crush.

Daily Missions for He Came from Horizon's Edge

[1. Go crazy at the male lead.]

WY: Aha~ Beautiful!**this part originally written in English

WY: Scrape off all the scales, turn the eyeballs into specimens, and the bones and organs too—

[2. Go crazy at the female lead.]

WY: SO WHERE'S MY MERMAID FLESH?

Xiao Yu: I, I'm doing my best.

[3. Go crazy at everyone else.]

WY: THERE'S NO POINT TO CONSERVATIVE RESEARCH! SCIENCE NEEDS TO ADVANCE! THE WORLD NEEDS TO ADVANCE!

WY: I WANT THAT MERMAID!

[Along with #4—]

*All-Protective Suit*

Researching experimental subjects

WY: Heheh~ I'd like to see you try anything now.

As for X…

X: Like. I like my human.

X: Even though—he wants to cut apart this body.. …

X: I still like him.

WY: (I wonder if it'll eat the scalpel.)

X: As long as it makes him happy.

X: !?

X: It hurts.

X—a nickname for the humans for this organism that can heal endlessly.

X: It hurts so much…

But actually, I don't have a name at all.

I was only a particle floating in endless darkness.

When did I become sentient?

As if I was impelled by something…

I knew the first second after opening my eyes—

I wanted, to get close to a certain human.

But humans all look the same on the outside, and I still couldn't find them by the time I was captured here.

X: This transparent wall is too big for me to consume…..I can't get out.

Luckily, it was you who took me away in the end.

Luckily, you were the person I was looking for.

[Note: In X's eyes, humans all look similar; it needs to verify identity through the soul.]

X: —it's so painful!

*CUT*

X: The human is so rough.

X: … …

X: If I didn't like you, I would've eaten you last night. Not sit nicely in a box and wait to be tormented.

WY: Huh?

WY: The inside is identical to the outside.

X: But because he's my human…it's fine.

WY: There's nothing like a nucleus or core (heart) found in normal organisms.

X: That's right, X has no heart.

X: I shouldn't feel things like "affection," which is a human emotion.

X: But why am I still so…obsessed with you?

WY: Uwah—it's a little gross.

X: Hurts to death…

X: I like him so much… …can't he sense anything?

S-0: Host you seem to be…overdoing it. (It's all broken to pieces)

X: … .. … …

WY: ? It's not that excessive right?

WY: Did I complete the missions? *wipe wipe*

S-0: It's done, it's done.

S-0: Dr. Wang's reputation is almost on par with the lunatic in Kichiku Megane now*  _(:3」∠*)_ *I looked up the Chinese 鬼畜眼镜 and yes they are literally referencing this yaoi visual novel. Help.

S-0: (He's pretty callous towards non-human species.)

WY: That's fine, then. I'll clean up the lab station before getting off work, you can go slack off* too, it's fine. *The Chinese he uses for "slack off" here literally reads "touch fish" lol

S-0: Okies.

S-0: Recently I found another cute kitty, so I'll go play with them~

WY: …. 

WY: (He hasn't learned his lesson yet)* *Alternatively: he only remembers the good and none of the bad. Literally: he only remembers how to eat, not how he got beaten.

WY: Huff—forget it. 

WY: Since the plot's progressing smoothly, just go with the flow.

WY: I haven't done experiments in two lifetimes, but I've finally found the feeling back, so that's worth celebrating.

WY: (Moreover this slime's suddenly grown docile for some reason.)

WY: As long as it's not doing that crappy consciousness attack, it's rather cute.

X: !

X: Cu…te? *attempting to understand*

X: … … *blush*

X: He's praising me?

[Experimental Subjects Storehouse]

Frog: *turns*

Frog: ! 

Slime: Gluglugluglug…~

Slime:*scurrying noises*

[Dr. Wang's Laboratory]

WY: Phew!

WY: Okay, see you again tomorrow.

WY: Hm?

WY: Wait…

WY: Did you get bigger again?

WY: What's going on…

Slime: !

Slime: Get away…

Slime: Hurry, get away—

Slime: My other body ate something bad…

*expand expand expand*

Slime: I'm gonna.. …

Slime: GONNA—

[utdr-stimming]

The Glasgow Willy Wonka Experience stim board!!!

You know your boy had to HOP on this one

Because this board is not utdr related I'll also post a stim board today that is just utdr ❤️

:) x x

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[krystal-prisms]

Again, this is not what you want to actually experience, just objectively the sexiest way for you to go out

[crowscrafts707]

TW: fake blood, eerie imagery

I've been debating on posting my lad here, but I made a Roblox Pressure OC cuz that game is so fucking good I love it

Meet THE ROAMER! I'm making a whole fuckimg document on them. The whole rabbit mask thing comes from ym roblox avatar and that free to use big ass yellow rabbit suit lmfao

[masonjarart]

Mixing the identifiers into 3 eggs is an absolutely crazy move I don't think I would have ever thought that it fits purgatory really well cause truly what a sick image for the characters. Just this horrifying amalgamation of your kid and your friend's kids fucking blended together into this thing that isn't even sentient all it is is a tool in this fucking death game you're being forced to play, but can you look at this thing that bears some twisted resemblance to your kid and kill it just for a few points even if it doesn't kill your kid how can you look them in the eye after you do that?

Just to win a game? To beat your friends? For some all-seeing eyes entertainment?

Is it really worth it?

[mmoosen]

Theo Raeken Appreciation Week 2023: August 15th - Interests

The Doctors never let Theo study nothing but his mission, except the books of anatomy and experimentation the Dread Doctors wrote for themselves. Scientific terms became Theo's poetry and any kind of curiosity and intrigue was solely wrapped in his own body. Every day researching to ask the question: Just what had he lost from losing his own heart?

[clonedchaos]

𝕰𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 #2- 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

🆁🅰🆃🅸🅽🅶: T for Teens due to canon-typical violence

•°¯•• 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ••¯°•: Things are changing in the studio. For better, or for worse?

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✮ 𝒯𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝓇 𝒱𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾♡𝓃: ✮: ~Enjoy!~

The creator… he sought the End Reel. And he intended to use it.

The Ink Demon wasn’t going to let him. This was his world. The Dark Puddles had told him so. They had whispered that the cycle had reset countless times before, and every time he tried to stop Henry in the throne room... And failed.

Failed. Wasn’t that what Joey Drew had always said about him from the moment he was created? A 'failed' attempt? He could still remember the disgusted and disappointed expression he was thrown every time Joey Drew had the displeasure of being in his vicinity. 

“Couldn’t you fix him, Thomas? That thing is starting to give me the creeps!” Joey had once said, peering over the man's shoulder at him. His mouth was pulled into a grim line and his gaze began to dart to every corner of the room, except to where the Ink Demon sat.

The Ink Demon had cocked his head to the side. Why was his creator so obsessed with fixing him? Why did he give him the creeps? 'I don't do much of anything to warrant that,' He thought to himself. He couldn't speak. Couldn't wander about freely anymore either, ever since this other man had locked him away in this small room. What was the problem?

Thomas Connor, who was busying himself with trying to fix the Ink Demon's limp bow tie, had clenched his jaw. The Ink Demon had felt the man's hands tighten around the fabric. He couldn't help but feel a surge of fear run through him, only he quickly realized Thomas's irritation wasn't directed at him for once. The burly man looked over his shoulder at his boss and growled, "I'm a mechanic, Mister Drew. Not a magician. And its Mister Connor, not Thomas," He corrected through gritted teeth and went back to his work.

Joey had put his hands behind his back. "Oh, come now, Tho- Mister Connor--" Joey broke off with a sigh. "Engineering is nothing short of magic. Haven't I told you that before?" Thomas grunted and the Ink Demon watched him roll his eyes. Joey continued, not having noticed the response. "It must have been something to do with the machine. There was nothing wrong with the Bendy sketch I provided for the imprinting process. And yet he's not him. He's not Bendy." He threw his hands out towards him in a frustrated manner. 

'Not Bendy...?' The Ink Demon pondered to himself, perplexed. Was that his name? Bendy? Why was Joey saying he wasn't him if he was meant to be?

"It wasn't the machine," Thomas had replied, eye twitching. He stuck the needle and thread through the bowtie and attempted to pin up the sides to prevent it from dangling limply. "I did as you requested... Though your requests appeared to change every other day," He muttered the last part lowly to himself.

Joey had turned away and was staring at a poster taped to the wall. If he had heard the remark, he chose not to reply. Though, he assumed he hadn't. It was as if the man were in a trance. The Ink Demon followed his gaze to find a mischievous little cartoon character. He perked up, noticing the little imp's crescent-shaped head, bowtie, and white gloves. 'Could that be him? Bendy? We look similar.' His gaze trailed towards his ink-stained gloved hand.

Thomas groaned loudly in exasperation, causing him to jolt in surprise and whip his head back to face the mechanic. He held the needle and thread back and the Ink Demon felt the bowtie around his neck fall limply against his chest. Thomas whirled to face Joey. "Look, Mister Drew. I can't fix him. He was a first attempt. The first ever. This is nothing but a waste of my time!"

Joey finally turned back to him. "You've only been at this a few days. Give it time, old pal. After all, dreams come true. I'll have my perfect Bendy in no time. Just you wait!" He grinned.

"I didn't sign up for this," Thomas replied with a cross glower. The Ink Demon felt the anger and frustration coming off the ill-tempered man in waves. He tipped his head to the side in curiosity. If he recalled correctly, there was a blonde-haired woman he had softened towards on one occasion. She had set his hand on his shoulder with a warm grin, and Thomas's shoulders had relaxed as he let out a long breath. His fury had begun to cease since then.

Maybe he just needed some comfort?

He reached out and sat a hand on the man's shoulder. Immediately, Thomas spun on his heel and recoiled backwards with fire in his eyes. "Don't touch me!" He snapped.

The Ink Demon removed his hand, startled, and watched as Thomas fetched a towel from the table beside him. He began quickly dabbing at the new stain on his shoulder, grumbling incoherently to himself about “cursed ink.”

The Ink Demon had wilted a little at the hostile response. Joey was staring at him from across the room with a disgusted expression. He shook his head in disappointment. "Just get it done, Connor. Fix this." With that, he turned and strode out of the room.

The moment he left, Thomas spat, "Right, Mister Drew. Because this is my problem to deal with." He tossed the towel aside and glanced at the demon with barely suppressed scorn. The Ink Demon tried to scowl back at him but found he couldn't pull his mouth into such a position. He could only smile, as if he were content with things. He felt his chest swell with indignation. Maybe if he were Bendy like Joey wanted, he could be content. But one look at Thomas's repulsed face told him that would never happen.

Ever since then, the Ink Demon knew what he should be. What he should’ve came out of the Ink Machine as. He was reminded of it well enough, both outside this world as well as inside it. He had seen the cartoon posters countless times on his meandering trek throughout the halls. They seemed to be taped to every wall of the studio, reminding it’s lost inhabitants of the reason they were there. Reminding them and him of what he was: an abomination of a once beloved cartoon character.

Bendy.

He stopped and looked to his right where one such poster was taped to the wall. The little cartoon imp grinned at him from inside a train, smoke billowing from its chimney. The Ink Demon reached out a gloved hand and placed it on the aged paper, right where Bendy’s little hand was tugging on the train’s whistle.

When he drew his hand back, streaks of ink dripped onto the paper from where his palm made contact, turning the cheerful cartoon poster into an ink-splattered mess. Bendy’s face was now nearly covered in the substance. Just like his. 

Was it mocking him? Taunting him for turning out like this? ‘It wasn’t my fault,’ The Ink Demon thought to himself. Fury spiked in his chest. It became so overwhelming that he began to wheeze, struggling to breathe. 

He growled and tore the poster from the wall, ripping it in two and allowing the ink from his hands to cover it entirely. He dropped the tattered remains to the floor and stared at them. The ink covering his face ran faster down his quivering smile. 

Why did he have to look like this? Why did people treat him this way? His wheezing intensified.  

“The Creator has almost reached the throne room,” An amalgamation of voices chorused in his mind, drawing his attention back to reality; his twisted reality.

He snarled and turned his attention back towards the end of the hall. This time things would be different. He’d secure the End Reel, and everything will continue as it should; with him ruling over the studio. It was no longer Joeys. Or Henrys. It was his. He’d make sure they remembered that.

And so, he slunk towards his lair, disappearing through walls and dissolving a few unlucky Butcher Gang members who had just happened to cross his path along the way.

A voice echoed from up ahead. "It's simply awe-inspiring what one can accomplish with their own hands. A lump of clay can turn to meaning... If you strangle it with enough enthusiasm," A charismatic voice declared.

The Ink Demon paused. That voice... Could it be? With a furious growl he burst through the wall and into the throne room. Henry stood before his throne with his back turned. His head was craned upwards to peer at the projector screens scattered along the higher walls. Various Bendy cartoon scenes played over and over in an endless loop. They ridiculed him.

The voice came again. "But... When the tickets stopped selling... When the next big thing came along... only the monsters remained... shadows of the past."

Joey wasn't here. But the Ink Demon could hear him. His voice... The same voice that would speak of him in contempt; the same voice that had charmed unsuspecting victims of the machine. A vehement fury swelled inside him as he stalked forward.

"But you can save them, Henry!" The Ink Demon grew closer. "You can peel it all away!" The resentment spread like a wildfire. Ink splattered the floor in his wake.

'Save them?' He thought bitterly. The Dark Puddles silently watched the proceedings, feeling their Lord's growing animosity. 'Save us???' The ink chilled. 'From what?? ME?!'

"You see, there's only one thing Bendy has never known: He was there for his beginning. But he's never seen: The End."

"The End..." Henry had muttered out, turning to face the throne as he examined the End Reel.

The Ink Demon grasped the cushioning of his throne, his head popping up over the top. Henry's head snapped upwards, and he retreated a step, startled. He clutched the End Reel protectively to his chest.

The Ink Demon heard the animator's heartbeat quicken. 'You...' He thought, ink dripping from his arm and onto the ground. He growled, his voice unable to deliver his piercing words. 'You left me. I was stuck with that monster, because of you! You will pay for this!’ His gloved hand began to tremble. He tilted his head, the anger giving way to confusion. His hand began to grow, his fingers ripping through the fabric as they became serrated points. The horns on his head started to elongate. 

"The Dark Puddles send a gift," The voice in his mind chorused as he sank back behind the throne. His drawn-on smile shifted into a grimace filled with razor sharp fangs. 

Henry watched the beastly transformation with rounded, horrified eyes, as his situation dawned on him. He was helpless to stop the inevitable.

The Ink Demon reached out an arm and placed it on the cushion. He sat atop his throne with renewed vigor as he towered over Henry. The man’s heartbeat still raced, but the Ink Demon saw him glance down at the End Reel before he fixed him with a determined glare.

‘You’re still ready to put an end to all of this. To me,’ He growled out in frustration and raised a large hand. He swung at Henry, sending him flying through the wall and into the maze of hallways outside.

The Ink Demon leapt through the nearest wall and came out the other side. Henry quickly stood and booked it down the other hall. He snorted at the old man’s persistence and shifted into the nearest wall, popping out on the other side right in front of where Henry was seconds ago.

It was nothing but a cat and mouse game. One that had an inevitable end; needless to say, not in the cat's favor. The cycle would reset, and Henry would be forced to live out these events all over again. They both were, and everyone else in the studio. Cursed with the promise of an end to their sorrows, yet they received nothing in return but another twisted beginning.

The Ink Demon could only watch as Henry turned to him with an unreadable expression, his hand placed atop the projector starting the End Reel.

He growled and hissed, reaching out to him. That’s when the screens illuminated the darkness, cornering him with the words ‘The End’. The ink began to roll down his body as he was weighted down by a sudden searing pain. Pain. Nothing had ever hurt him before. Nothing but The End.

The End… And…

Wilson snickered, drawing him out of the memories. The buzzing sound of the machine was deafening. It pressed down on him with a force much like the End Reel had afflicted him. However, this felt… different…

He lifted a hand, watching the ink drip onto the floor until he didn’t even have a hand to look at anymore. His mind fogged, the panicked ramblings of The Dark Puddles growing dimmer.

Wilson watched his plan unfold with a wicked sneer. The Ink Demon growled in contempt. He wasn’t going to let him triumph. Him… or Joey… or Henry. His hissed in fury as his mind continued to slip. This realm was his. He would be back to claim what was rightfully his and enact the vengeance on those who had wronged him.

Then, there was nothing. 

The explosion of ink left behind in the wake of the Ink Demon’s disappearance left behind a small, curled up figure and a promise: The Ink Demon will return…

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The ink chilled him to the bone. A black abyss surrounded him on all sides, oozing black ink. He kept his eyes shut, fearing to open them.

A soft voice stirred him, causing him to gradually open an eye. A golden, swirling tunnel stood before him, a beacon of light against the dripping ink. He cocked his head to the side in curiosity, drawing hesitantly towards it. Inside the vortex things felt... Warmer?

He cautiously reached towards it, letting the golden ink course through his gloved fingers. It is warmer... He pondered in fascination. Well... It's better than the alternative... He reasoned to himself, casting a glance over his shoulder at the looming darkness behind. He took another step and headed further into the gyre. A blinding white light shone up ahead, its warmth inviting. He quickened his pace and reached for it.

His eyes shot open, squinting at the ever-persistent light. Only this one seemed different somehow... He held his hand in front of his eyes, letting his vision adjust to his new surroundings. He was in a dimly lit room with a glass barrier and claw marks scored along the walls. He shuddered. He sure didn't want to know what had made that...

An echoing screech caused him to snap his gaze once more towards the light. A figure stood before him, the light streaming from its strange helmet. Gears turned along its forearm. It stared at him, its breathing coming out in shrill, staticky gasps. “The Ink Demon has been purged,” It uttered with a hiss.

He shrank back at the sound of its voice.

A bald-headed man with a single glowing eye entered the room. He went to stand beside this monster and gazed down at him with a gleam in his eye. “My, my, my. It seems the plan worked better than we thought it would. Who could have guessed that in return for our efforts, we’d receive what Joey Drew could not: a perfect Bendy?”

Bendy? Is that my name? He blinked, his eyes darting from the strange man to the mechanical beast. He opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a gentle squeak. The old man snorted at him.

”The Subject designated as 'Bendy' will remain here for further testing,” The creature replied, reaching out an arm and grabbing his wrist. Bendy squeaked and tried to pull back, but the creature was far stronger and larger than he was. 

The strange man grunted and knelt down to eye level with Bendy. He smiled. A smile that didn’t quite bring Bendy any comfort... only fear of the unknown. He kept struggling to get away in vain.

”Don’t worry, Bendy,” The old man croaked out, his glowing eye growing shadowed. “You’re with Wilson: the man who defeated the Ink Demon. Be a good little egg and you won’t have anything to worry about.”

~

Bendy had a lot to worry about. The Keeper’s experiments; the quiet, unwelcoming chill of the laboratory; the unwelcoming and wicked sneer of Wilson; the isolation of the grimy, tattered holding cell. Every sound made him jump. Every glance in his direction made him suspect the worst.

He sat curled against one of the corners of the room, staring at one of the claw marks gouged into the wood. For the millionth time, he pondered on what could have made such a thing.

Could it have been the Ink Demon that Wilson and the Keepers were always talking about? Who was he exactly? Was he any worse than the cruelty of his captors?

I wish I could speak to them and get some answers… He thought, glancing over at Wilson and the Keeper currently on guard duty. They were discussing something in low voices... Or as low as the Keeper could speak anyways. He frowned and shook his head. No… Even if I could talk, they wouldn’t give me answers, would they? He twiddled his thumbs before he placed a hand across the claw marks on the wall.

His gloved fingers trailed across the dried-up ink stains. Ink... That's the same ink that I'm made of, right? He cocked his head to the side and continued to inspect the stained wood with an intrigued look. If only he could break through the seemingly fragile planks and escape this place...

He sighed in dejection and was about to draw his hand away when it suddenly became coated in ink. Abruptly, his palm fazed through the wall, and he stumbled forward. He squeaked loudly in bewilderment and reeled backwards, clutching his hand close to his chest.

Bendy's head quickly turned in Wilson's direction, fear spiking through him. Both Wilson and the Keeper had ceased conversation and were fixing him with their attention. Wilson merely raised an eyebrow, a puzzled frown plastered across his features.

Bendy quickly scuffed the ground with a foot and looked towards the floor with an embarrassed frown. Wilson briefly eyed him in scrutiny once more before continuing his conversation. Bendy flopped down onto the ground, glancing every now and then at them.

Did they see that? No, I don't think so... He answered his own question. Wilson and the Keepers seemed to inspect anything they couldn't understand. And not even he could understand how he did this in the first place. Surely if they saw that, they would have reacted... He reasoned, breathing a small sigh of relief.

He cast long looks at his palms with a lost stare, as if expecting them to melt into ink right then and there. But no such thing occurred.

An idea pierced his mind. Escape! I can use this to escape!!! He then bit his lip, his excitement flicking off like a light switch. No... The Keepers are always watching me... I will not have any chance of escape with their supervision...

He was going to need a distraction…

~

Bendy was absently tracing circles on the floor with a finger when there came a loud crash. The Keeper working at the desk spun around to face the door, the faint orange glow along its body giving way to a bright red gleam. Bendy jumped too, backing up towards the wall.

The Keeper cast one look at him and hissed out, "The subject will remain here."

Bendy quickly nodded in agreement and wrapped his arms around himself. Yes. I'm staying here! Definitely! He tried to put on a timid smile and watched the Keeper slither towards the door. He held his breath until they were out of sight. His gaze slowly shifted towards the wall beside him. Can I really do this...? Can I escape from this place? But where would I go? He paused, his lip starting to quiver. What would happen if they caught me? He trembled at the mere consideration. If he was caught, it wouldn't be good. He knew that much...

But when am I going to get this chance again? The other side of his mind reasoned. If you don't go now... Will you ever have this chance again? He scratched his head, a pondering frown spreading across his features. Stay here with these terrifying monsters... Or risk an escape to freedom...?

He took a deep breath and clambered to his feet, dashing towards the wall. You can do this, Bendy... He encouraged himself, laying his palm flat against the wood. Ink streamed around his fingers and across his body as he stepped into the wall, appearing in an inky blotch on the other side. 

A darkened, silent hallway greeted him. He halted as his feet touched the floor. You... You did it... His pie-cut eyes darted every which way, taking in the unfamiliar environment before him. What... What now? The silence pierced his thoughts, his anxiety beginning to grow. He tensed his body, as if he expected a Keeper to round the corner, seize him by the wrists, and drag him back into his cell.

But nothing happened. He just stood there in the hall, completely alone. He looked both ways before taking a tentative step. He took another and gradually made his way to the end of the hall. He peeked his head out of the doorframe and gazed out into a wide room. 

Rounded silos towered in the center with a few work desks scattered about. Bolts and batteries littered the tables. Bendy blinked. He could feel curiosity blooming in his chest, despite his circumstances. After all, this was his first time outside. Might as well make the most of it... Hmm. I wonder what's in there... He trailed off, his eyes drawn towards a small kitchen off to his left. Something seemed to disappear around the corner of the kitchen's window and out of sight.

What...? Am I seeing things? It didn't resemble a Keeper, whatever it was. He gave a nervous gulp, cast a quick glance around at his surroundings, and scampered into the room.

Once he poked his head inside, he found that the room was devoid of any presence. A vent's grate to his right was hanging wide open. He walked over and tilted his head to peer inside but did not enter the darkness. Instead, his gaze was drawn to a rectangular machine just to his side.

It towered over him with dim, glowing lights written in letters he couldn't quite understand. Its length was covered in several buttons. He reached up on his tip toes and cautiously pressed one. Nothing happened. He tilted his head and did it again. Nothing. He smiled and kept pressing the button with a faint giggle before he noticed a small slot off to the side of the buttons.

He brushed his finger over it. It was thin. Is something supposed to go in there? He observed before moving to inspect the rest of the kitchen. A few plates and gears were thrown haphazardly onto a tiled counter. A smaller machine with more buttons was placed on a stand in front of a stool. More bottles and plates were strewn about on a table.

Who knew there was so much stuff in here? He thought to himself in excitement, eyes gleaming. Something twinkled in the corner of his vision. Turning on his heel, he found a small pile of round objects. He picked them up and realized they were cold to the touch. He held them up to the light. Wait a second... He glanced back over to the machine and headed towards it. The small objects were thin enough to fit into the slot!

He slid one inside and heard a shrill thunk! 

Oh! This is a fun game! He grinned. He inserted two more of the cold circles into the slot and began pressing buttons again. Suddenly, the bottom drawer of the machine shot out. He leapt backwards and nearly slammed into a stool. He twiddled his thumbs in apprehension and took deep breaths to try and calm his racing heart. Tentatively, he worked up the courage to creep forward and peer inside. At the bottom of the drawer were a few rectangular bars and a square plastic bag.

What are these? Bendy tilted his head and picked up one of the bars. He peeled it open and was met with a soft substance molded into the shape of the bar. He gave it a curious sniff and his eyes grew wide at the pleasant aroma. He took a bite and felt the substance begin to melt in his mouth. It was sugary sweet, truly like nothing he'd ever had before. Well, he hadn't had anything to eat before.

He took another bite and gave a joyous squeak at the sugary goodness. Soon he was devouring the bar and reaching for another. His foot began to tap repetitively against the floorboards in a quick rhythm as he made more squeaks and snickers.

A shrill shriek pierced the air. Bendy stood stock still, the chocolate bar slipping out of his hands. Standing just a few paces away in the center of the silos was a Keeper, its light trained in his direction.

No... No, no, no... 

The red lights flashed along the Keeper's body as it lunged forward with a thunderous screech.

Bendy trembled at the approaching danger, his feet rooted to the floor. His smile melted into a horrified frown in seconds. Something suddenly grabbed his arms and pulled him back. The Keeper's hand thrust forward, just missing Bendy's foot as he disappeared into the vent.

The Keeper leaned down and hissed menacingly, frustrated at the confined space blocking him out. Bendy threw his hands over his eyes and curled into a ball.

"Subject Bendy has escaped containment," The Keeper wheezed out and backed away. They turned and slithered out of view.

Bendy sat inside the vent, his little heart racing faster than ever as his body shook. I'm safe... They're gone, right...? Wait... How did I move...?

"Oh my, you're quite the jittery little fellow, aren't you?" A feminine voice snickered.

Bendy stopped quivering and opened his eyes, staring out into the kitchen a few paces from where he hid inside the vent. He glanced down at the arms wrapped around his waist in confusion and mild fear. He glanced over his shoulder and into the face of an inky creature with glowing eyes and a bowtie around their collar.

She giggled at the stunned look on his face. "Are you hiding from the monsters too, little guy? What do you say we make it a game?"

[vulcanette]

every time I try a new protein bar, with the first bite, i feel that what I’m tasting is the end result of the fevered work of a group of truly Mad food scientists, failing to ask the question of whether Can equals Should etc etc

[forkdork]

Day 5!! AND... IM GOING TO LOOSE MY MARBLES!!!!

I tried to upload this like 11 times yesterday AND... IT JUST WOULDNT BUDGE GRRRR

anyways!!! The totally wholesome relationship of Lady and Bell!!!!

The best of sisters :]]]

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

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[inkstainedhandswithrings]

so I keep learning about The Horrors™️ of American healthcare and I keep hearing Americans talk abt this shit like it’s totally fine and let me tell y’all. It’s not. Apparently and ADHD or Autism test costs like 500$ for you guys? And then when you do get diagnosed you gotta think abt shit like “okay but do I actually need meds?” Bc apparently that’s a financial decision? But it,,, it shouldn’t be right? Right okay bc

I live in Europe, specifically Austria, and this is how healthcare works here: if you have a job you have healthcare. Your employer pays for it. They have to. It’s absolutely illegal and unheard of not to. They do take about 20% out of your pay-check every month to pay for that and other legal things that I don’t quite understand (my dad explained it to me once but I’m 20 so I still don’t get it bc I don’t really have to but every cent they take out benefits me I think so it’s fine).

Now irl this is a lot more complicated but basically, you have public healthcare and private healthcare and then just stuff that’s up to the government (like ambulance rides, I think. Even if you don’t have insurance u don’t pay for that. I know this bc an American friend of mine didn’t and had to go to the hospital and called a cab and when they told me I was like “??? BRO WHY NO AMBULANCE” this is also how I found out that Americans have to pay for ambulance rides. wtf.)

Basically your insurance covers all medical expenses from doctors who are in your network (public practice). This is your GP, hospitals, and pretty much all specialised docs (dentist, internists, cardiologists, etc.). However, the public offices are much busier than the private ones (obvi) so if you’re in a rush, want special treatment, or just be a little fancy you can CHOOSE to pay for private doctors. And even then you can hand in those bills to your insurance and you get part of the money back (abt 30% which you receive abt 4 months after handing the bill in).

If you keep your bills for private care doctors you can hand them in to,,, someone somewhere somehow (idk man) and get a bigger tax return. (bc we don’t calculate our taxes ourselves. it just gets taken out of your pay-check by your employer every month and then at the end of the,,, fiscal year??? I guess?? Idk man idk how shit works — you get any money that was like,,, extra (????) back)

Now you might ask yourself: “phi, why would I pay for doc if I can go to free doc?” Which is an excellent question. Again, for most people it’s about waiting times but there is one field where it just really makes more sense: mental health services. Private practitioners have less clients and more high quality care than public ones because they choose their own funding, which, surprise surprise, is better than public funding.

I will now take you through my own personal journey so you can have a practical example of how good healthcare CAN AND SHOULD BE (keep in mind here I have parents who after messing me up and being terrible but learning their lessen once I became an adult and told them how horrible they were are very supportive of me pursing my mental health)

When I was about to turn 20 I went to my GP and had a conversation with her about how I think I might have ADHD. She asked me about my complaints and agreed there definitely are symptoms indicating it. She wrote me a referral to a Psychiatrist. When I got to my Psychiatrist she tested me and because of the referral she could tell the insurance company that this test was necessary and not elective, meaning insurance payed for it in full and I never even saw that bill.

Now I had a diagnosis all but a week later. I spoke to my parents who agreed to support me in finding private care. My Psychiatrist charges 160€ (insurance returns 48€) per appointment which my mum graciously pays for. I see him once every couple of months to check in on my use of medication and how I’m responding and to see if my dosis needs adjustment. If and when I need a refill, I only have to write him an email. Before he could put me on medication I needed a blood draw and cardiac test, to ensure that I qualified for a stimulant, since they can be harmful in some cases. He wrote me referrals and I went to my GP and a public cardiologist for those tests, which were all free of ANY charge.

I was then cleared to take my meds within a few weeks (cardiologist had a bit of a waiting list). I was prescribed Ritalin and some sleeping pills by my psychiatrist. He gives me the prescriptions and a letter to the insurance company asking them to cover the cost, as I have a diagnosis which he confirmed again in his initial assessment of me. Now that I’ve gotten approved, all I pay for is the prescription, not the actual medication. Which is about 6-7€ for the Ritalin and 4-5€ for the sleeping pills (monthly supply each).

My Therapist is also a private doctor. She charges 120€ per session and I go twice a month, which is 240€ per month. My dad contributes 100€ and my mum contributes 30€, which means I’m down to 110€ per month. Insurance pays 30€ per session (so 60€ per month) so I pay a grand total of 50€ or 25€ per session.

So my medical treatment each month costs me just about 62€ AT MOST (since I don’t always need my sleeping pills refilled).

Now, just for fun, let’s assume my parents don’t support me and I see both my therapist and my psychiatrist in the same month and need both my meds refilled. This would come to just about 304€ (because of insurance deductions).

But you have to consider that I DON’T see my psychiatrist every month, so the more realistic monthly cost would be 187€. And should I decide I can’t pay for that I can still get on a waiting list for public mental health practitioners, in which case the only thing I’d ever need to pay for are the prescription costs for my medication which would still be up to 7€ for the Ritalin and up to 5€ for the sleeping pills putting the grand total at 12€ PER MONTH.

My family and I simply chose the quicker, more efficient option, but no one twisted our arm into paying this amount of money FOR BASIC CARE.

And yes, it’s a lot of bureaucracy (it took me WAY too long to spell that) and paperwork, but I’d much rather that than have to decide between mental well-being or being broke.

So, my conclusion: Cancel America, move to Europe, OR just tell the American People In Charge Men that it is that easy and they really should try a little harder and you citizens shouldn’t settle for the shit you have to put up with right now because wtf

if you wanna cry a little it’s okay lemme know I’ll come sit with you and offer a hug but you can say no if that’s not your thing

anyways love ya

phi

[kataratakaran]

The First Experiment. The First Success. Death would have been the kinder option. But he'd chosen change instead. He's going to have to live with that.

Ichi was the first to be experimented on, and the first to survive. It is his pawprints that the Master used to make the guidelines everyone else follows.

The Facility is not a happy, fun, or comfortably place. It is a place where one Receives Orders, and Obeys Orders, or they are Culled. So long as they are good for Master, the Master will be Good to them. Ichi obeys, but he is a cat. Some subversion and heel-digging is expected.

But he is First. He has a responsibility to all those who come after.

[rip-bugsandbobbit]

Had some fun with line weight in this doodle of Maril!

For some context, this was when Maril lost her sister. She had a hard time accepting what happened.

(Maril is one of the many experiments made inside of the lab :))

[rosesradio]

i know i said this whole thing on “i’m okay with having online friends i disagree with!1!!” and all that but actually. if you like college science classes unfollow me right now. there is no worse thing in the academic world than an advanced science class you don’t wanna be in

[ixirian-archive]

the experiment and her human head!! ^w^

returning to my middle school furry experiment ocs era rn also, tried out no anti aliasing ever for this drawing. i like this look, i'll try it more