#object death tw

[objecthusbandry]

Got any information about pies?

yes, absolutely. these things are WILD.

pies are an uncommonly sighted species of herbivore. they're slow-moving, sedentary animals; they spend most of their day sleeping in undergrowth in the dense shrubbery of their native ranges. when feeding they most commonly consume leaves off the stems of small bushes, but have been recorded to also rarely dig for roots as well as attempt climbing for fruits, though this is difficult for them due to their proportionally short limbs. interestingly, they have sometimes been observed throwing small objects in an attempt to knock fruits off of tree limbs. they come in many shapes and sizes as well as colors, but all species are similar and share several basic traits:

their "tins", usually referred to anatomically as shells, serve a similar purpose to that of a turtle's. this metallic structure is connected to their skeleton and provides strong protection to their organs, which are contained within it. pies that are born with reduced or absent shells have never been reported to survive to adulthood, and they require lots of minerals in their diets to help support the rigid shape of the structure. if you ever see a wild or stray pie with an injured shell, PLEASE call a rehabilitator to help it! the "flavoring" within the pie is actually a fluid produced in large amounts underneath the crust, aiding in their reproductive behavior.

their reproduction strategy is notable among objects as being extremely strange. unlike almost every other object, their eggs are incredibly durable - and rather than laying them in a den, nest or burrow, pies will instead... quite literally explode to send the many eggs they produce flying in all directions. pie mothers will almost always die during this process, but in the rare case that they do, they will only "lay" eggs once for their entire lives. it's fortunate that not only does the explosion attract predators because of the flavorful residue left over by the mother, but also that the eggs themselves have a disgusting flavor and usually are ignored by predators that would normally eat them. it is also possible for pies to "detonate" at any time under extreme amounts of stress, but this is very rare. the babies that hatch will reach maturity at around 3 months old, which is very young for an object. this fast growth is likely what allows their populations to remain high enough to avoid extinction despite their high mortality rates.

as pets, caution must be taken to ensure they are always comfortable and having them neutered is a necessity. their shorter lifespans compared to other objects of a similar size make them rare in captivity. i don't recommend adopting one unless you have lots of space, time and patience as pies are also hard to bond with. once they trust you they can be quite pleasant, but don't expect them to want to cuddle if you're looking to adopt an affectionate pet.

[de-righty]

Couple of comms i made for @soynb9 !

[trashofspace]

Goofy, silly shows are great, but wouldn't it be lovely if bfdi had a bit more of a...cruel side too? I would love that.

[randomdog]

Sorry I’ve fallen for the brunette two virus *cough cough*

[thegirlsarethriving]

Who else remembers when Whisper pulled this

[dragiani2]

Sketch Dump!

[ask-lab-rats]

HOW COULD YOU!!!!!

"My baby...."

What is going on? What is that noise?? Why is she crying? What happened to Bow!? Did-did they say 'time of death'!?!

DID SHE DIE!?!!

No. T-that can't be right.

"Bow....?"

TW: slight blood under cut

"No....."

[zarkute]

II 18 SPOILERS ⚠️⚠️⚠️ ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

alright ii creators. Make a mepad plush now please.

[dr-fizzovich]

macromedia flash 8 perspective practice

based off this post made by @inanimateinsanitywiki and the comment under it made by @snailfen :3

don't ask why ts looks wonky.. i literally drew it with a mouse. xD

ik zoetrope is my 2nd fav character but LET ME BE AN EDGY TEENAGE GIRL!!!!!!!

[object-vault-9]

Week 139 (1/2)

Only 2 parts in this one, it won't be too drawn out !

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I'm sorry

Happy pride month ?

[objecthusbandry]

I have a bit of a sordid tale. I once raised a water balloon. His name was Buttercream. bouncy little fellow. I know what they say about taking from the wild. I know, but he was blind and emaciated when I got the fellow. Couldn't find enough food quickly and you KNOW they have to see to avoid popping. Buttercream was standoff-ish at first but eventually he'd even waddle into my hand for feeding! He plumped up and I even got rid of a his confetti parasites! The whole place was rounded and mossy, giant pool... Just... The best kind of place for the fella I could try to make. But... One day he started sneezing. If you know anything about that you'll know why I was panicking. The usual antibiotics weren't working and in the span of two days Buttercream passed away.. everything I looked at suggests that a water balloon doesn't get respiratory infections if provided with a large enough pool and it happened so quick! Do you have any idea what actually happened to him? I'm ready to try again finally.... From a breeder of course.

sorry for your loss <:( that sucks to hear, i hope your next object fares better!

hmm... my best guess would be respiratory infection from mold. water balloons in particular are very prone to fungal infections. antibiotics won't work for that which would explain why it didn't help. i assume you were bathing him regularly and changing the water in the pool out every other day?

[dicediceking]

Here it is

My Inanimate Insanity murder fic

Staring Paintbrush

[crow-aeris]

Part 3 of the au my brain worms gave me 😔

Part 1, 2, 4

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"I keep forgetting about you being a literal trash rat," Jason scoffs, poking at the single pitiful skillet at sat innocently in the giant pantry. He sighs, taking it out, rinsing it, before setting it on the stove.

"Shut up," Tim sighed, pressing his face into the countertop, "You're such an asshole."

"Language, birdy," Jason scoffed, grimacing as he looked through the fridge, "Is there nothing organic in here? You're supposed to be rich, Tim!"

"It's too much work!" his brother complained, "I can't bother with cooking when there are Batmen and Robins to stalk!"

Jason deadpanned, turning over to pin Tim with an unimpressed stare, "Really, kid?"

He shrugs, "You called me a stalker, Jay, I'm just leaning into it! Also, do you want to deal with Dick or Damian next?"

Jason scoffed, "You're the genius, figure it out."

"You lie to Batman once!"

"Oh shut up," Jason rolled his eyes before deciding to make scrambled eggs, because those were the only thing in the entire fridge that were even slightly healthy. Everything else was either frozen meals, exotic fruit juice, and even more frozen meals. God the amount of salt here is atrocious, "We both know you've lied to all of us at least three times."

It was very telling when Tim didn't respond.

"Alright, you make the plans, I make the eggs, and I'll veto anything that sounds utterly batshit insane."

"Do you want to call your mom first?" Tim offered, "She's probably worried sick."

Jason turned, his expression pinching as guilt churned in his chest... He... He doesn't know if he should. He knows she'll die, that someday she'll overdose and leave behind a shaking, trembling, wide-eyed and fearful son, but- but he doesn't think he could deal with it again. Sure, she's his mom, but he- he doesn't know her, this version of her, at least.

"It's okay if you don't-"

"Shut up," he hissed, shocking himself at how strangled and strained his voice sounded, "I- I don't know if I can."

And Tim, with an infuriatingly patient expression, nods.

Jason sucks in a breath through his teeth. He came to peace with her death all those years ago, the faint memory of his previous life overlapping with this reality's.

But... he still owes it to her...

"...Do you want to come with me?" Jason asks after a few seconds of silence.

"Yeah," Tim responds, "Let me go grab some money, and we can buy something instead."

Jason nods shortly before shoving the skillet back into the pantry before going to wait by the door.

A few moments later, the pair of boys sat side by side on the back of the bus. They made have been at each other's throat all those years ago, but now- god help those who ever try to sever them.

As the bus slowed to a stop, the pair wordlessly stood in tandem and strode off the bus. Years of carefully ingrained memory allowing the pair to work together like a well-oiled machine.

"What are you kids doing out here?" a strange man drawls, striding forward to stand in front of the two.

Jason tensed, shifting forward to place himself between Tim and the strange man, "It's none of your business."

"Don't be like that," the man continues, stepping forward with hungry eyes trawling down Jason's face, "are you two brothers?"

Tim's hand pressed against his shoulder, and Jason relaxed to allow Tim to work his stalker magic.

"Yes, we are!" Tim chirped brightly, his currently tone at complete odds with Tim half an hour ago, "I'm so sorry about my brother's attitude. He didn't get enough sleep last night, you see, so he's just a little grumpy."

"I can speak for myself, Al," Jason huffed, feeling acutely aware of the eyes pinning against his skin.

The man looked interested. It was all Jason could do to keep himself from lashing out at the man for his predatory gaze, "What's your name, kid?"

"I'm Alvin John," Tim says brightly, nudging Jason's side with a careful look, "What's your name?"

"How about your brother first?"

"...Thomas," Jason huffed.

"Why are you two out here all alone? Where are your parents?"

"We were out on a walk," Tim nods, "Don't worry, we're safe! Our mom is expecting us, so we should really be on our way."

"You still haven't told us your name," he interrupts.

"Bright kid! You'd be great if you smiled more," and Tim's hand tightening around his arm was the only thing keeping him from brandishing his pocket knife and pulling a Damian, "my name is Derick Gleisner."

"It was nice meeting you, Mister Gleisner," Tim smiles, "I hope you have a good day!"

"You too, kid."

Jason allows Tim to lead them into the crowd. The pair losing the eyes against their back before heading toward Jason's child hood home.

"Robert Shawn," Tim hisses, barely loud enough for Jason to hear, "arrested on account of human and drug trafficking. Batman will find him six days from now and turn him in to the GCPD."

"You want to use him?" Jason replied tightly.

Tim, to Jason's chagrin, nods, "It's the fastest way, short of breaking into the manor, which would just raise their suspicions. If you want to do this another way, I don't mind."

"You already have plans in place, don't you?" Jason groaned, swatting at Tim's arm with a tired sigh. Tim gives him a side-long look, and Jason's question was promptly answered.

They reached the house a minute later, and Jason pushes open the door with his spare key.

"Mom, I'm home!" he calls, freezing as he received no response, "...Mom?"

Tim freezes suspiciously beside him before cursing under his breath, "Jason!"

"What?" he snaps.

"You were here last time, right?" Tim says softly, "You were home."

Jason nods jerkily, dread pooling in his chest as he sees Tim's expression pinch in worry.

He tears away, the carpet bunching under his feet as he scrambles toward the kitchen.

"MOM?" he calls. She wasn't in the kitchen. Maybe her room? "MOM! MOM, WHERE ARE YOU?"

Jason shoves open the door, scrambling at the doorknob in his haste. He bursts in only to see Catherine slumped over on the floor.

This- this wasn't supposed to fucking happen yet! What the FUCK.

He screamed. His knees aching as he lunged forward to grapple with his mom's body. Her skin cold and limbs stiff- his mom- his mom.

Shit- what- this wasn't supposed to happen yet! It- it was august, she wasn't supposed to die until february. God DAMNIT.

"I've called the ambulance," Tim says from the doorway, "Jay..."

"Shut UP. SHUT. UP," Jason screams, shoving his forehead against chilled cold skin as hot tears burned against his eyes, "Mom...This- this wasn't supposed to happen yet! Tim- what- why?"

"It's... it's most likely because of the disparities between timelines," his brother says, somehow making his technical blabber sound fucking sympathetic, "i think in this timeline, since you weren’t here to stop whatever from happening…”

“…Fuck,” he hisses, flinching slightly as he hears sirens wail in the distance.

“Do you need some time alone?” Tim asks hesitantly.

Jason grits his teeth. He- he doesn’t want to leave her alone- but, but damnit, Tim. Knowing the stupid little fucker would skitter off and do something so utterlyfucking effective yet idiotic. He sucks in a breath, “Just- just give me a sec, kid. I- i need to say goodbye…”

“Okay. Take your time…”

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Part 1, 2, 4

and the directory

[peachn-000]

Reference dump of some of my alters!!

🥰🫶

all were made by said alter except for the first three, those were all made by GPS!!

[thygoodvibez]

I forgot to post the full photos, enjoy :]

[ask-lab-rats]

OH GOD MY HEART BOW REUNITING WITH HER MOTHER AHJHODIANODSPIJNAWO

"Mama.... I don't feel good. Everything hurts...."

"I know, Sweetie, I know. You'll feel better soon. I promise."

TW: Death under cut

"I-it's.... cold."

"I'm.... ti..red........"

"........"

.....BEEEEEEEEP-

Ah! W-what is that noise??

"........

Time of death...?"

"NO!"