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cupophrogs · 2 months

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i want to grab ur ocs under their arms and make them dance like cat owners do with their cats

Ah! Thank you so much! Speaking of arms-

Poppet has none! They don't have any lips either...

You know how a tiger will gnaw off it's own leg to escape a trap? Well, the Minis certainly got a feast out of it! After taking a small vat of acid to the face and resisting the Prototype, Poppet was strung up with the rest of the Smiling Critters and left to the mercy of the Minis. So, despite the agony and the blood loss, Poppet chewed through sleeves and sinew until they were free. They've mostly been hiding in their box ever since.

Close ups!

Fun Fact: Poppet's box is hooked up to the Gas Production Zone, so it functions like a stasis chamber. Whenever Poppet is inside, the lid locks, and Poppet basically goes into hibernation. It's the only reason they haven't starved, and why the box must be wound to open! Turning the crank shuts off the gas so it doesn't leak when the box is opened. There is an internal mechanism so Poppet can get out without help, but it takes a break in the gas for them to be awake enough to pull it.

#Poppet got messed up man #my beloved rotten rabbit #and yes they absolutely left the rest of the Critters to die #not deliberately! don't get me wrong!#but they were afraid and already bleeding like hell #and how does one undo belts without arms?#All they could think about was getting away #Poppet was pretty friendly with everyone (except Catnap)#Poppet basically saw Catnap as “the problem child” lmao #They were besties with Hoppy though (Fellow bunnies y'know?)#Poppet did help a few of the critters later on! Hoppy survived the longest.#Catnap tore her apart personally #i adore them sm #poppet spring #rotten poppet #poppy playtime oc #poppy playtime #jester oc #oml y'all have NO IDEA how long the back image took #holy shit/pos #phrart #art #character design #the three d’s #armless #tw gore #cw gore #cw body horror #cw injury

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avotuli · 2 years

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absolutely enamored with this creature

#gnashing my teeth waiting for s4 #greg hirsch #hes my rotten soldier my sweet cheese my good time-boy #tom wambsgans #tomgreg #?#it is for you to decide #succession #my art #digital art #tw: eye strain

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hannahssimblr · 5 days

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In the early evening once the dishes have been cleared away, I wait in Michelle’s room. Downstairs, she speaks to Jen and Hazel for a while, their voices soft and solemn, until eventually Hazel goes home, alone.

“They couldn’t find him?” I ask her when she sweeps into the room, though I already know the answer.

“No,” she rolls her tights down her legs to start changing into the sweatpants she prefers to spend the evenings in while I fidget my hands in my lap. She’s trying very hard not to look at me, her shoulders have that tense line about them that I know so well. With anxiety slowly unfurling inside me I decide I would much rather get this over with than prolong the inevitable horrors.

“I didn’t let him escape on purpose. You realise that, right?”

She can’t hold back the tremble in her voice, “I just can’t believe you left the door open.”

“It was an accident, I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“Accidents don’t just happen, Jude,” She says, her tone rising with each word, “You were supposed to be watching him, Hazel said that he could escape if we weren’t careful.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”

My guilt and remorse only irritates her more, “You were just standing there like some kind of fecking eejit with the door wide open, how could you not notice?”

“Because you were picking on me over the wine, I was distracted.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?”

“Oh God, please.”

“What?”

I hold my head in my hands and exhale a frustrated laugh, “Nothing.”

“Do you have something to say?”

“Let’s focus on Goose, okay? I’m going to do everything I can to find him. I’ll search all over Clontarf, I’ll knock on doors, I’ll put up posters...”

She scoffs, “Goose is probably under the wheels of a train by now.”

The violent imagery of that is enough to make me rear back in shock, “How could you say that?”

“Because that’s probably what happened. Nobody wants to say it to Hazel, but we’re all thinking it. The tracks are right there, and it’s probably the first place he went.”

“I wasn’t thinking it, God, Shell, what a horrible thought to have.”

“Well,” she shrugs, “that’s reality. This is what you’ve done, so, I hope you know.”

I watch her, speechless as she casually steps into her grey jersey sweatpants, casually picking bits of lint off her thighs. “Why are you being like this?” I manage.

She pulls off her sweatshirt to switch it for a vest, “like what?”

“It’s like you’re trying to punish me, I already know it was bad, but it was a mistake-”

“Yeah you don’t have to keep saying that. We all know it was a mistake, but it was the kind of mistake that only you would make.”

“What does that mean?”

“You know what it means.”

“Why don’t you just say-”

She whirls around and flings her jumper at me, “Because you’re an idiot!” She explodes, “You’re a fucking idiot and this is the kind of shit you do!”

This is the kind of shit she does. She starts screaming out of nowhere, and then inevitably gets louder and louder and shouts over me until the room shakes and I have to shout back to be heard. I usually skip the foreplay these days and escalate it immediately. “Oh,” my voice scrapes my throat, “you think that’s helpful? Just throwing shit?”

“Please, shut up!” she’s digging through her chest of drawers for something else to wear, and her movements are tense, jerky with anger, “and stop looking at me!”

“Why? I’m talking to you.”

“Because you don’t get to look at me in my underwear when I’m mad at you.”

“My God, what? You think I haven’t seen it all before? Do you really think I’ve got that on my mind right now?”

“Yeah, because that’s about all you think about isn’t it? That’s all you want me for.” She wiggles into a vest and crosses her arms, “Sex, sex, sex, when am I getting it? Where are we doing it? You’re an animal.”

“Oh please, you think about it all the time too.”

It’s almost inconceivable to think of now, that first time we ever did it right here in this room, on this bed, and the shadowy shape of her beneath me as she revealed to me how often she’d secretly imagined this, how long she’d wanted me. Sometimes I don’t recognise those people at all. It’s like I’ve stolen from someone else’s memories.

“Yeah, and then sometimes I can’t think of anything worse.”

“And you think I’m gagging for you at this moment? That I lose my fucking mind when I see you standing around in a bra? When you act this way?”

“This way? What is this way?”

“Fucking annoying. Annoying and irrational.”

She puffs her chest out like a boxer, like she’s rounding on me, and if I wasn’t so furious with her I might laugh, the sheer confidence of my girlfriend, squaring up to a man a full foot taller than her. Sometimes, on smoother days, her moxy is what I love most about her.

“Oh really? That’s what I am?” She says.

“Uh huh. Yeah. You’re actually the most annoying, irrational person I’ve-” A notebook comes spinning right at me, whipped right from her desk and I duck quickly, head to knees as it wallops against the wall behind me, sending a burst of loose papers flying over the carpet.

“Jesus!” I cry, “What are you doing?”

“That’s how much you piss me off sometimes!”

I hold my hands up in surrender before she can reach for something else, crashing back into myself as my anger dissipates, overtaken once again by the rational part of my brain, “Look, let’s stop this, okay? I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t want to hurt you, I’m sorry.”

“We are in a relationship,” she explains, as if spelling it out to an infant, “that’s what happens. We hurt each other. It’s impossible not to.”

“Can’t we avoid doing it on purpose?”

“I’ll stop it when you stop being such an arsehole.”

“God, Michelle,” I grit out, “why do you make everything so hard?”

“Hard?” She repeats witheringly, “Being with me? Well imagine what it’s like being with you. The most self-involved, shallow, selfish person I have ever met.”

“Selfish?” I echo as my spine stiffens, “Selfish?”

“Uh huh! Yeah!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I feel like I have had a glass of ice water tossed at me, and though I have stopped shouting, Michelle keeps it up.

“I know well enough! It’s all about you all the time, you go on and on about how hard your life is, how sad you are. Meanwhile your dad bought you a fucking car for your birthday and you weren’t even grateful for it. Look at you! Strutting around with your little Ralph Lauren T-shirts and your ten thousand euro teeth! Who do you think you are?”

For some reason, her dragging my composite bonding into this feels like the biggest betrayal of all. A low blow. My teeth were weirdly short for my mouth until dad fixed them. It felt like the easiest, most obvious solution for a cosmetic issue without doing drastic work, yet revealing it to Michelle late one night as we murmured our secrets to one another in the dark felt so incredibly intimate that I’m momentarily lost for words at her treachery.

“My teeth have literally nothing to do with any of this.”

“They prove that you’re spoiled.”

“It’s so obvious that you’re jealous of me.” I say. I’m not usually the kind of person to choose their words solely for the damage they can inflict, but something horrible within me feels a twinge of satisfaction when I see the stricken look on her face.

“Jealous?” She splutters, faltering, “What the hell is there to be jealous of?”

I just look at her, because it’s all I need to do. I know, and she knows, and I feel disgustingly satisfied and contemptuous in my knowledge of it. I already know how she can’t bear to hear about my achievements, to see me hanging out with other friends. It is agony for her to hear about my grades or to look at my artwork, knowing I’ve worked harder than she has. She won’t come to parties with me anymore, because people laugh at all my jokes, and them crowding around to talk to me is hard on her self-esteem. Even cats like me better. I sense it in her every molecule, the atoms around her vibrate with envy.

Fresh rage shimmers in her eyes as she stares at me, fists clenched as though she’s wrestling the urge to wrap her hands around my windpipe and squeeze. “You can get out if you’re going to be like this,” she seethes.

“Oh, I’d love to leave.”

“Then do!” she stalks towards the door and yanks it open with such ferocity that I fear it will escape its hinges. “Get out!” Her voice echoes through the whole house, bouncing off the ceiling, reaching a frequency I am surprised doesn't rattle the glass free from the windows, and I have brief concerns about what everyone else in the house must think before remembering they’ve heard it all before. In fact they’ve lived this for years.

So I do, I get up and walk out, turning toward her at the last moment, facing her stinging hot face to say, “you know what? I think it’s a good idea if we talk about taking a-”

“No! Fuck you!” she spits, and slams the door in my face.

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#lucky boy 2010 #foookin hell lads i am sweating #who loves another rotten fight #hopefully the last ugh they're so toxic #the worst pairing of all time?#or does cloda take the cake idk #all she did was be a bit boring though #michelle is actively antagonistic #and Jude is awful around her too let's be real #why haven't they broken up yet #oh yeah cos i control them #tw: violence mention #tw: pet death mention #tw: death mention #tw: violence #tw: fighting #tw: sex mention

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karmonysan · 8 months

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⚠️TW⚠️mention of suic*de/rotten

You could say that the devil came up short with how angry he was........

How dare she come here and make her stupid face???

In a tremendous attack of anger I do not hesitate to hit them on the ground.

Hitting them against the walls throwing them away from him

releasing macabre screams that reflected the anger he felt....

yummi made the mistake of appearing in front of him...

When they told her that Archie had committed suicide, she didn't believe it. She thought Valori had said it to make her feel guilty when she flatly refused to talk to Archie when he showed up looking for her.

and that was reinforced when he saw a bright blue cape pass through the pumpkin forest

But now I was literally watching Archie float and levitate things and throw them at them.

until he grabbed her arm... she screamed in horror as she saw a rotten face instead of the face of the person she once loved in life.

With a strong and powerful voice Archie shouted.....

-GET OUT OF HERE DAMN IT! "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE HERE!!," he said.

-IF YOU STAND IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN, I WILL CURSE YOU WITH ETERNAL LIFE..... YOU WILL LIVE UNTIL YOU FEEL YOUR BODY BEING DEVOURED BY WORMS.... ROTTEN UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD AND EXISTENCE ITSELF WITHOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF DIE ONE DAY.. ....just be a living corpse condemned to suffer in misery

Archie said and then proceeded to throw it against her colleagues and current husband.

-GET OUT OF HERE!!- Archie shouted while showing his creepy appearance

Yummi had no choice but to flee the place in terror along with her companions and while that was happening, a pleased Archie contemplated everything that happened while laughing maliciously.

He was very happy without guilt or regrets.....

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happy now not to feel anything

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is for you @mae910do little story to start the month of terror with minecraft dungeons :D

#minecraft ask blog #illustration #karmatv pro animadores #minecraft illager #minecraft #fanart #minecraft pillager #illager #minecraft dungeons #dungeons archi #g archie #arch illager #ghost #minecraft zombie #tw rotten #tw suicide #tw

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inkspottie · 1 year

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There must be more to my rotten core...

Happy birthday Springtrap, ya bastard.

#SpringTrap #william afton #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf 3 #fnaf fanart #tw disturbing imagery #tw eyes #spottie draws #have some spooks for the nasty rotten bunny’s day

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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year

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I really hated my mom and she really liked Sex Pistols so I said something to Johnny Rotten and then he died. I didn't expect him to die and I tried to explain to my mom that I just wanted to make her mad and not have Johnny Rotten killed.

#dream #hate #mom #mother #family #sex pistols #johnny rotten #death tw #murder tw #violence tw

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theredcuyo · 3 months

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So, I convinced a very dear friend of mine to play ace attorney and she's almost finished raise from the ashes, she got to the part of Miles' letter just now and asked me about it

I cried, i didn't tell her why tho, but that was me thinking about JFA, which... yeah, now that i think about it, did Franziska know that her brother wasn't dead?

It's been a good while since i played that, but i don't think they ever specified if she knew

She was in for revenge for him tho

But like, if she didn't knew he was alive, that's a big f*cking yikes, lost her father and brother in less than a year?, damn (we know she at least has another older sibling and a niece, but still that's like half her family)

Just imagine that, also, can we talk about how betrayed she must've felt?, as a matter of a fact she CRIES when talking to him later and i feel like the fandom puts Phoenix's reaction over hers a lot (not to count her reaction in AAI2 too when Miles "abandons" her again)

Which yeah, i get it, Phoenix pulling a legally blonde and then being hurt is interesting, but also, like, family is also a thing? and thanks to AAI we know that they had always been close and having a sibling disappear and sort of fake their death sounds really f*cking painful

Even if she knew Miles was still alive, she saw him so hurt to do something this drastic and not only that, but almost quit being a prosecutor all together (again, very important in their bond)

No wonders she went protective and vengeful sis against Phoenix

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