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.
there are so many things im not normal about in this finale but i think the thing thats making me the most feral is grians 'she's dead scar' 'you won' in chat, i am chewing and clawing and biting and-
i am a simple sort; i see one (1) mention of AM from IHNMAIMS and i immediately wanna go listen to the radio drama to hear Harlan Ellison absolutely fucking nailing that performance
at some point in the last few days i reached 5k followers. i think that's pretty swag
and even though i know a lot of you are probably bots, i'm happy that i have the chance to encourage so many people and talk to such amazing friends
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Holt glanced back at Seth, barely processing that he was holding a steel bar in his hand, lunging towards him with it. He didn’t have the chance to react before Seth slammed it against the side of his head, a loud yell coming from Holt as he fell to the ground, his stunned friends backing away."
Finally! I wanted to do it since I read the fic for the first time-
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT????????? THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL /VPOS