#hmm indeed.

[brucespringsteencomments]

[cry-ptidd]

” Am I not right to weep? O my children, cursed children of a hateful mother - ”

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[foolmoonwarlock]

I'm watching Tericho's latest theory video and it got me thinking about the Prototype's true intention towards the player, and maybe why he killed Catnap.

Neither Huggy Wuggy, Mommy Long Leg nor Catnap attacked us right away. They lurked around. Well Mommy was more directly present. But all three starts off not being a danger. I guess Catnap putting us in the trash compactor was dangerous but seeing how he loves to play cat and mouse and can immediatly be seen lurking around, I think he knew we'd get away anyways.

Added to that, Catnap tells us to leave constantly through the chapter. Not just once, not twice. He wrote everywhere that we had to leave.

We know how eagerly he obeys tye Prototype, so we can assume most of the things he does, the Prototype asked him to. Probably same for Huggy. And Mommy could have been an outlier in following the Prototype but she seemed to be scared of him enough to at least not go against him.

So my theory is that the Prototype doesn't want us dead. He just wants us to leave the factory. He had two occasions to kill us himself, yet he didn't. All three main antagonists eventually tried to kill us in the end of each chapter but Huggy ended up seemingly dead (we know he's not tho), Mommy killed by us and then retrieved by him. He didn't had the time to punish them for trying to kill us. But he did for Catnap. And i think that's why he ended up killing him. Either Catnap wasn't supposed to end us or it was punishment for failing to drive us away without coming to harm.

Poppy and the Prototype are on opposed sides, that much is clear. Poppy wants us to uncover the full truth behind Playtime Co, the Prototype wants us to leave and forget about it all.

So that means there is far more to discover down that damned Factory. Things the Prototype doesn't want us to discover.

[blood-orange-juice]

He's back!

[beautifulterriblequeen]

new hc that Ethari's shadowpaw returned to him on his birthday

[ughgoaway]

gingerbread house // day 6

content warnings; swearing, cringy writing and like one tiny smutty reference but not really?

a/n; It's finished! ... i think that's all my brain can type rn considering how long it took me to write this <3 (jk anyway thank you so much to the anon who gave me this idea, this fic would not exist without you- so thanks again my love!!)

word count; 2.2k

(this fic takes place after they're together)

12 days masterlist

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“Shit, shit, shit” The smell of smoke permeates the air around him as Matty comes running into the kitchen. He grabs his tea towel and swats the air furiously. The oven door swings open and matty is met with another plume of smoke.

Any vision he had was gone in an instant as the heat of the oven fogged up his glasses, leaving him blindly trying to grab the tray. Which might be ideal considering the sight of the gingerbread he had attempted to make.

He hears the muffled sound of your laughter through the phone and grins to himself as he pulls the burnt gingerbread out of the oven. It is definitely beyond saving. Matty had forgotten in his mad rush that he was on Facetime with you and knew he was about to get ridiculed. 

He picks up his phone with a sigh and is met with a wide smile from you, and the look mischief spread all over your face. The corner of your eyes was crinkling in the way that was reserved just for him. He yearned to thumb it over and press a kiss to your temple. But much to his dismay, you were miles away tucked up in your flat.

Matty had yet to visit your place, so every time he was on Facetime with you, he tried his best to scope out what it looked like. You always insisted you got to his, saying it was nicer and bigger. But Matty wanted nothing more than to see how you live.

He’d seen your green sofa with a knit blanket over the back when he called you last week to see when you were coming over. When he asked you about it, you shyly admitted to knitting it yourself, and for some reason, that made matty fall even harder

He had also caught a glimpse of the photos framed on your mantle when you called him to ask him how to set up your new TV. He was no help. if anything, he was more of a hindrance, but you stayed chatting to him the whole time anyway.

He specifically remembers the small glimpse of your bedroom he got.

It was 3 am. when his phone rudely awakened him. Groggily, he answered the phone with a scrunched face, “hello”

“Matty it's snowing!! Look!!” Your excited voice shook Matty awake. A blanket of snow sat over the trees, and the grass. Snowflakes continuing to fall only added to the winter wonderland on his screen. He scrambled out of his own bed over to his window and was met with the same sight. 

The small tree in his courtyard was delicately decorated with snowflakes, and the windows surrounding it were frosted already. The cold air rushed in as Matty opened his window, but he couldn't care less, immediately sticking his head out and bringing the phone with him, showing you the sky as he did. 

“So pretty,” you say softly, flicking your eyes between your screen and the view in front of you.

Matty wished the camera was on your face rather than your view. He wanted to see your wonderstruck eyes as they danced over the snow. He wanted to see your nose getting red as the cold air surrounded you. 

He eventually got his wish when you went back to bed, and he was met with the sight of your beautiful face surrounded in a cocoon of pillows and blankets. Your cheeks and nose were pink like he had thought, but he took an extra second to admire the light snowflakes that sat on the tips of your eyelashes. 

It's then he notices what's beside you, “is that a stuffed bunny?” he asks teasingly. Your eyes widen, and you shift the camera slightly, obsuring the bunny from the matty's screen. but it's then when he catches a clearer view of the floral sheets that adorn your bed as well as the Beatrix potter print that hung above your head. 

“No…” came your unconvincing reply a few seconds later, after a beat both you and Matty began giggling like schoolchildren. Clearly enamoured with each other, and both wishing you could feel this forever. 

But it was late, and you had work in 4 hours. you can't say you were looking forward to being surrounded by excitable 5 year olds.

So with heavy eyes, you waved Matty goodbye, trying your best not to let your eyes wander over his bare chest.

You failed. And prayed Matty hadn't noticed. Of course, he had, but he was kind enough not to tease you.

So when Matty saw that same look of joy in your eyes at him burning the gingerbread, he knew what was coming. 

“Don't even start-” Matty says, sighing at you over Facetime. He rolls his eyes, but you can see the smile fighting to take over his face. 

You held one hand up in mock surrender and dropped your jaw, “Hey! I didn't say anything” You tilt your head condescendingly and flash Matty a sickly sweet smile.

Never has he wanted to kiss the smile off of someone's face more.

“I know what you were gonna say, “Oooh don't you wish you had your baker girlfriend over there helping you”” Matty spoke high pitched in a poor attempt to imitate you.

“Well, don't you wish I was there?” You tease.

You can see Matty bristle up and try and prepare a snarky retort. But his resolve quickly crumbles, and he whines out, “Yes I do. Pleaseeeee come help your poor boyfriend bake”

You giggle and coo at his pouty face but don’t offer any help. Instead, you decide to pull Matty up on what he had unknowingly said, “Boyfriend and girlfriend, huh? Is that what we are?”

You smile bashfully at Matty, who immediately gets a frightened look on his face, like a deer in headlights.

“Well I mean- yeah- but like- I thought yes, but we don't have to be-” his stuttered reply made your heart warm.

Part of you was worried he wouldn't get nervous around you now you're dating, but you were happy to see you can still make Matty Healy blush. Nothing boosted your ego more than making the man with infallible confidence stumble over his words.

“Rockstar Matty Healy becomes a bumbling mess when the girl he's seeing teases him” would make quite the Daily Mail article you think. 

Deciding you are not quite done, you push Matty that small bit closer to a full-blown freak-out, “oh you thought we were? I don't remember being asked to be a girlfriend? Or did I miss that?...” You pout and tap your finger on your chin pensively, trying to get a rise out of Matty.

He sighs before slightly rolling his eyes, but his bright smile tells you everything you need to know, “I suppose I didn't ask,” Matty clears his throat and straightens up, “y/n, will you please be my girlfriend?” his soft eyes bore into yours, and you can see the slight uncertainty swirling in them.

Despite knowing you would say yes, Matty was still fucking terrified. If you said no this might be the most embarrassing moment of his life.

And he's fallen in front of hundreds of thousands of people… many times… almost too many times...

You hum in thought but can't help the massive grin that overtakes your cheeks at Matty's puppy dog eyes, “yes Matthew, I will be your girlfriend” 

Matty's face lights up, and you can almost see the weight lift off his chest as he breathes deeply. Just as you go to poke fun at Matty again, a small voice comes through the phone. 

“Daddyyyyy get off the phone” Annie whines, coming into the kitchen with her signature pout. She's dressed in her new tartan dress that she refuses to take off. 

Denise had bought it for her to wear on Christmas day, but as soon as Annie caught a glimpse of the dress, she became obsessed. Matty had to do a special load of laundry every day just so she could wear it over and over.

It was a relatively simple dress, crushed black velvet made up the bodice of and was separated from the skirt with a big faux rose and thick band of red ribbon. The bottom half was a massive skirt made up of red tartan fabric.

annie loved nothing more than twirling around and around in the dress, watching the skirt flow out around her. So Matty had been subjected to sitting and watching his daughter spin about 27 times in the past few weeks, but the pure joy on her face made any time spent with her worth it.

Both you and Matty shoot each other a frightened look before swiftly hanging up. Matty immediately doted on Annie and explained that he just needed to make one more batch before they could start their house.

You on the other hand were lying flat on your sofa staring at the ceiling, before turning to scream into a pillow. 

You had a boyfriend. A hot, dilf boyfriend…

Whose daughter may have just found out you're dating, and that simple fact might make you lose your job.

Shit. 

…worth it though.

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It had been 2 hours since the near miss with Annie, and Matty was 90% sure you were in the clear. Annie hadn't said anything suspicious, and she's not known for her ability to keep quiet. 

Hed managed to placate her with some chocolate biscuits and put on home alone for the 5th time that week as he finished off the replacement gingerbread. And not to toot his own horn, but it turned out pretty fucking good.

For someone who has only ever baked when stoned and burnt it every time, Matty was very proud. He sent you a photo of all the pieces and was over the moon when your reponse was nothing but praise. He tried to ignore the flurry of butterflies that erupted in his stomach at your words.

God, falling in love was not for the weak.

Just as Matty thought he was going to get away scott free, Annie chimed in and completely shattered any confidence he had.

“We should add a miss y/n gingerbread daddy,” Annie says innocently grabbing a fresh gingerbread man and placing it in front of her, she picked up the icing and began crafting you in gingerbread form.

He almost felt his eyes bulge out of his head at his daughter's words. Matty fought to act casual, but he couldn't help the way his words broke when he spoke to her.

“Wh- why would we do that peanut? I thought this was a family gingerbread house” he coughed as he finished, the words feeling heavy in this throat.

Annie was oblivious to the waver in Matty's voice and answered in the simple way only a child could, “Miss Y/n is nice, she deserves to have a gingerbread man too!"

Annie nods assuredly as she speaks, adding the hair made of strawberry laces to the figure in front of her. Her tongue was poking out the corner of her mouth as she focused on placing each strand, clearly treating this as her pièce de résistance.

Icing sugar was sprinkled throughout her curls, and smudges of icing were on her face. Annie's tongue was tinged blue from the sweets she had been sneaking as they decorated, sugar granules speckled her lips also.

After a deep breath, Matty managed to regulate himself before he answered, assured that Annie had no idea about him and you being together. “That's a nice idea, sweetheart. She can stand next to Auntie Charli.”

Matty knows it's ridiculous, but for some reason, the idea of your gingerbread men standing together makes his heart flutter. and he's not so sure he could play it cool around Annie when it did.

jesus, what have you done to him? He's getting giddy at the idea of biscuits standing near each other.

Annie narrows her eyes suspiciously at Matty, and he almost thinks he has been caught. But thankfully, she perks up and says, “Okay!” without a hint of questioning in her voice.

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It's 9 pm once Matty finally gets Annie settled in bed. Clearly, the numerous sweets she snuck had enough sugar in them to have her bouncing off the walls for the rest of the night. It was only after the 3rd book when Annie's eyes began to get heavy, and soft snores left her lips.

Matty took a photo of the gingerbread house in front of him, smiling down at the image on his phone. Maybe you all really could be a family. 

“Annie insisted on adding you to our gingerbread house” is the caption Matty added to the photo before sending it to you, it seemed he had forgotten about his freak out earlier and was just giddy about getting to include you.

“Ohmygod. Does she know??” came your quick reply, clearly freaking out about being found out.

“From what I can tell she has no idea, i think she just loves you”

Matty has to fight the urge to type “I think she just loves you like I do”, not wanting to scare you off 2 weeks into dating him. He moved fast, but not that fast. 

“Oh, she's so sweet. You better not eat me”

Before Matty can type the dirty response he had in his head, a follow-up text comes from you.

“NO NOT LIKE THAT MATTHEW. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING” Matty laughs out loud at your quick response, loving how well you knew him already.

“;)” is the eloquent response Matty decides on.

"you're such a twat" you type, ignoring the love sick smirk on your face.

[chilly-weirdo-in-a-tomb]

Alecto Prediction #8

Alecto will open with an almost word for word recreation of John 20:24 with Harrow filling the role of Thomas and Kiriona filling the role of a resurrected Jesus. True to its biblical counterpart, the scene will include chussy-fingering.

[the-merry-otter]

Oh and I got this cute little braid as a thank you token for my time as champion! I need to work out what to do with it now

[courtofcrescent]

I can already tell that I'm going to be sooo down bad for Mallory but I have a sneaking suspicion that my Mallory-mancing MC will also be desperately lusting after the enigma. Something about that tall(?) dark(?) and dangerous vibe <33

Hello there, Daring Anon!

My... down bad for Mallory and lusting after E̴n̵i̶g̵m̸a̷? You're in for a hell of a ride 👀👀

Thank you for the ask! 🩶

[fideidefenswhore]

the tudors (2007-2010) / wolf hall (2009) / henry viii & the king's men (2020) / eustace chapuys to the emperor (june 1535) / the other boleyn girl (2008) / the downfall and execution of a tudor queen (2023) / eustace chapuys to the emperor (april 1536) / henry viii, stratford festival production (2019) / wolf hall (2009) / elizabeth i & her enemies (2017) / the mirror & the light (2020) / becoming elizabeth (2022) / the mirror & the light (2020) / the tudors (2007-2010) / the mirror & the light (2020) / the tudors (2007-2010)

[bumblingbabooshka]

Fake Voyager Episode: Tuvok gets kidnapped and forced to compete in an arena where telepaths fight one another to the death for a shot at fortune and prestige. He was initially kidnapped as 'fodder' - the aliens who run the arena will grab any telepathic alien they can find regardless of skill and they're essentially just there to be killed by flashier veterans of the bloodsport. The episode is mainly Tuvok showing off his tactical know-how and combat skills. We also get several flashbacks to him as a young man, learning how to fight both on Vulcan and in Starfleet. There's a concern that he will lose himself when forced into this seemingly endless battle, surrounded by violence, but in the end he prevails and manages to escape without killing a single person. He leaves the arena after giving a message of peace. Patreon | Ko-fi

Unnamed Goon: [Laughter] That puny 'Vuulcan' didn't land a single hit for all his bluster. Once I sealed his telepathic powers it was over! Huh huh huh… If I keep up this pace I should have him crushed beneath my fists in- What...? I can't move...? Tuvok: By now you have surely noticed it.

You are certainly a formidable opponent. Most would assume you to be a simple bruiser but that is not the case. You are a knowledgeable telepath - able to not only bolster your own physique but nullify the telepathic capabilities of your enemies.

However. You rely too much on one tactic and are too proud to allow yourself to look 'weak.' This was the ultimate cause of your ruination. While you gleefully battered my body about the field I was able to locate twenty two out of twenty four 'kobat sfek' on your body - points which will render you immobile for approximately…four minutes. More than enough time. It was a shrewd precaution to nullify my telepathic ability. However. I do not need them to best you in combat.

Even now, I am ten times stronger than you. Unnamed Goon: T-Ten...TEN TIMES!? [Imagining the sort of gruesome end that might await him, the unnamed Goon faints - leaving Tuvok the victor.]

[arkacarian]

Have I ever mentioned that I only recently realized Ripple Star fairy wings aren’t actually attached to their bodies

“Why do so many people draw Ribbon with separated wings” because that’s how they are in canon

[mini-leafster]

Hmmm... I'll speed it up a bit!!

M!A: The tree is now fully grown!

-🌱

[...]

[starpros-sunshine]

I still wonder if Wataru knows about Eichis arranged marriage imagine if Eichi just never told him that he's kind of engaged.

[cillyscribbles]

im not attracted to men but