#Mixter

[megamixter]

Got a couple of dreamies on Neopets this month! To celebrate, here's a pic of Swefton carrying her brother Skriphy. I think he's having a good time, even if he looks a little blue.

[Image ID: A faerie ixi from Neopets is flying in the sky while carrying a grey ixi by the arms. The faerie ixi is looking down and smiling at the grey one, and she is varying shades of lavender with blue accents. The grey ixi is looking down with a depressed expression. He is varying shades of grey and has brown overalls on. The background is a blue sky full of purple and pink clouds. /End ID]

[gillipopmoji]

more honorifics :3

[mixter-crown]

✨🐇 🪕🐐 🎶✨

The kid and the leveret ~ Performance mode: on !

>> Part One (unmasked version) (1/3)

>>THIS POST is Part Two (2/3)

>> Part Three (Bellstrum version) (3/3)

[barclaysangel]

Random question I just thought of:

In season 2 Dr Mixter makes it very clear that she does not like or approve of Tiffany even implying that she tried to convince Chucky to leave her in the past.

Do we think Mixter knew about Sarah and possibly thought she would be 'better' for Chucky and that's part of why she's so bitter towards Tiffany?

Oh

Ohhhhhhhhh

Waittttt that might actually make sense…maybe she pushed Chucky to pursue Sarah and that’s what fully sparked his obsession over her…—

[kirbyofthestars]

I've never considered Kirbuff/Flurby before thank you for opening my eyes Mg. (Pronounced Mage (Because IDK if you prefer Mister or Miss)) Kirby of the stars

happy to help!!! come join me in kirfluff heaven my liege

[sunshine-girl-shines]

Peter is driving me absolutely insane

[swoo0zy]

Euhrhrurh you're so cool please don't get taken away by a flock of birds

hey whats this huge flock of crows doing there

[lexyscross]

So much to be said about the fact that Chucky was groomed into being a serial killer by an adult as a child, and now he has groomed a child into becoming at least his accomplice. The cycle continues.

So much to be said. But Don Mancini won't.

[silvershewolf247]

The Morning After

Kent Academy students had a tradition on the night of their graduation. Before they were off to whatever shitty apartment, broken family, or military career awaited them. All the freshly adult students would get together, and get royally plastered. On Andy’s last day, he swallowed a handful of codeine stolen from the nurses' office and washed it down with several cups of whatever shit an 18-year-old thought to mix from the faculty's liquor cabinet. The next morning he donned some sunglasses, swallowed a handful of Tylenol, and took a long bus ride to the first of a few military bases.

All this to say, Andy’s had his fair share of bad hangovers. So to call this his worst hangover, says a lot. Andy tried to position himself. He was clearly in a bedroom, there was an empty bottle of liquor in the trash. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was in his twenties again. He used his hands to comb his hair out of his face. It was a cruel reminder of exactly where he was. No longer matted, but still too fucking long. 

Andy tried to retrace how he got here. He remembered stabbing Chucky and decking Mixter. He almost smiled at that. He remembered running through the woods, jumping in front of the car, the nice lady, the hospital, the douchebag cop, and then… Andy stopped breathing. He sat up slowly. Then he noticed a woman’s coat on the floor. He stood up, and the floorboards creaked. And he heard something halfway between a hiss and a breath and followed the noise. 

On the floor, on the opposite side of the bed, was the body. A young woman, probably no older than thirty. She let out an airy groan. For anyone else, this might have given them hope. But Andy knew better. Her eyes were open and her pupils dilated. Her skin was pale, but her palms and fingers were blue. He knew what had happened. He nearly collapsed, as he shambled out of the bedroom.

There was a burning weight in his chest and acid in his throat. Andy didn’t have to look around for long, because the bathroom door had been left open. He walked over, fell to his knees, and expelled all the food he didn’t remember eating. 

When he finished emptying out all the food and acid in his stomach, he fell back, collapsing against the tub. He rested his head against the cold porcelain and took slow, deep, burning breaths. They didn’t help at all. Then he heard the door open, and heels on the wood. 

“Charlie!” Mixter shouted into the house. “I wasn’t sure how big the mess would be, so I brought garbage bags, paper towels, baking soda, vinegar, peroxide, and oregano!” she finished. She walked towards the bedroom but stopped in her tracks when she saw the bathroom door open and the light on. She stood in the bathroom doorway, looming over Andy’s collapsed form. 

“Charlie,” she sighed, walking over to him. She sat down on the tub next to him, combed his hair out of his face, and pulled it back with her fingers

“I did try to warn you that all your binge eating and drinking would make you sick. Your new body has limits, and you’ll have to respect that,” she continued, Andy realized she was talking to him. If he hadn’t emptied his stomach, he would have thrown up again. Instead, it was all he could do to pull away from her, jerk away, readjust himself against the sink, and glare.

“How long?” Andy asked.

“You’ll have to be more specific, how long is it going to take to clean this up or how long until you stop feeling like shit?” Mixter responded before taking in Andy’s expression. 

“You’re not talking about that are you, Charlie?” she asked. Andy was silent but the revulsion was clear on his face. 

“You’re not Charlie at all are you?” she continued, Andy kept staring at her. She was quiet for a minute, she looked away from him and tapped her fingers against the tub. 

“You woke up quicker than expected, Mr. Barclay,” she finished, glancing back at him. 

Not quick enough, Andy realized when he looked at her. The dark bruise on her cheek from where he hit her was almost entirely gone. Mixter was an old lady; he couldn’t imagine it would have healed quickly. 

“How long?” he repeated. 

“Again, you need to be more specific. It’s been a couple of months since you drove off the cliff, and about six weeks since the hospital,” she responded. 

Horror washed over Andy. Six weeks. There was so much Chucky could have done in six weeks. Too much.  

“How many?” Andy choked out.

“Would it kill you to ask the entire question?” Mixter responded. Andy took a deep breath and braced himself. 

“How many people has he killed?” Andy asked, a frustrated defeat in his voice. 

“Oh,” she responded with mocking clarity. She shrugged, “I have no idea; I only know about the ones I helped him with.” When she finished, she turned around and moved to the tub's edge to lean against the wall. Her back cracked and she let out a sigh of relief. 

Andy struggled to his feet, using the sink to pull himself up. He looked down at her, glaring. He took a deep breath and tried to muster all the confidence and rage he could, 

“And how many was that?” he asked. Mixter rolled her eyes. 

“Eh, three or four, one of them might have just been a hookup,” she responded. Andy nearly collapsed to the floor hearing that. Leaning heavily on the sink, he repositioned himself in front of it. With shaking hands, he turned on the faucet. And frantically cleaned his face and hands. 

He dried off and found himself staring into the sink, trying to avoid looking in the mirror. He gripped the sides so tightly Mixter thought it might chip under his fingers. 

The room was silent for a minute. Then another. Andy couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. But he felt a familiar weight on his hip. And he did what he always did when he was terrified. Mixter hardly reacted to the gun pointed at her,

“Someone’s eager to add another body to the count,” she said. Andy pulled the gun back. 

“You should give yourself a refractory period, I’ve heard it helps keep the murders fresh,” she continued

Andy looked down at the gun in his hand for a minute. Then before he had a chance to second-guess himself. He pushed it to his temple and fired. 

“Fuck!”  Chucky exclaimed, pulling the gun away from his head. The shot went into the ceiling.

“Didn’t think he’d go that dark so quickly,” he said, as he put the gun back into its holster.

[kloop-of-krystalz]

Characters' walking styles I'd like to learn and perfect:

Crowley (Good omens)

Jax (The amazing digital circus)

Yeah that's what I can think of rn

Feel free to add more 👍

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

Are there any theories or fan interpretations of the franchise that you find particularly intriguing or convincing?

Since I have WAYYYY too many interpretations and theories to really list them here

So I'll just send you over to this one I have about Chucky's dynamic with Dr. Mixter!

That, and I also HC that The Intruder that killed Chucky's parents (yes I also hc that Chucky gaslit himself into believing he killed his mom willingly when he didn't) was Tiffany's Father!

Thank you so much again my good friend! Have a fantastic day!!

[rroaddkill]

I support women's wrongs until its Dr. Mixter. Literally what was with her

[mixter-crown]

ITS FINALLY DONE ! BELLSTRUM!

The meme has died out but my adoration for this silly married couple is thriving as ever !! Thank you for ur patience if you've been waiting for it from the colentine version 🙇🙇🙇

>> Part One (unmasked colentine version) (1/3)

>> Part Two (masked colentine version) (2/3)

>> THIS POST is Part Three (3/3)

[barclaysangel]

If Junior was at Lord Incarnate

Dr. Mixter: Someone ought to put you in a mental hospital!

Junior: Someone should put you in a box floating down the river, GRANDMA!

[cometapollo]

@somaticmilk

[projectyayhem]

So Many New Games Update (04/13/2024)

Hey! Missed a few weeks, but we got some exciting stuff! Name, we got 3 new games going on now! How exciting!

Bioshock 2 really started off with a bang, if you know what I mean! Sure, things are bad in Rapture, but that's kind of what the city is all about, right?

Not gonna lie, the opening to Ori and the Blind Forest is fucking rough. Game seems promising, but hot damn, hope you like hearing me cry for this one!

Gris starts off and maintains a very gorgeous experience, so come check it out! There are weird bird things!