Imagine Skull Mask catching you touching yourself after hours at the Shadyside Mall’s book store. Too bad you didn’t want to stick around. Ryan’s sure he can get you off better than a book. Maybe next time.
The fact that I have some clown ass coming on a post that basically boils down to “Hey, it’s important to be careful and set boundaries and it’s okay to back out if something doesn’t smell right to you” with “oh my GOD Purity culture is so RAMPANT” that’s... really freaky.
LOL GOODLUCK BRO
Subway hands is so controversial but like so…
every day i am put into situations,
if you say you're polyam but your partner doesn't know that you're trying to/are dating other people, ✨that's just cheating✨
"Just because they're at the age of consent doesn't mean it's right. Their brains are still developing."
Oh, so you believe the age of consent should be moved to 25? That's the general agreed age at which brains are fully developed.
So why is 18 the magic number? Because it's the age when people are considered adults?
Okay, I don't believe 16 year olds should be driving cars. I don't think children should be operating something that can kill themselves and everyone around them.
Oh, but it's fine for them to drive cars? Why?
tw: bl**d, g*re, kn*ves, the slightest bit of b*dy horror
Ruff and Fetchie had made plans to go out on a date at a fancy restaurant. Fetchie made it very clear that Ruff HAD to attend at 7:00p.m. The time was currently 6:50 and Ruff was still debating on whether or not he wanted to meet the robot at the restaurant, which he was already at.
What do I do what do I do what do I do... He thought to himself as he paced back and forth in his bedroom. Chet walked in and up to the window, tearing the curtains off to make a blanket for his nest in the cabinet.
"Chet!" Ruff exclaimed. "Stop doing that! I just got those curtains yesterday! Now, could you please leave? I'm trying to decide whether or not I should go on that date with Fetchie. They threatened me to go, but I don't know if I want to spend time alone with them." Chet took the strands of curtain and tied them in a way that spelled out, "Don't."
"Yeah, you're right," Ruff said. "Fetchie never really said what they were going to do. They probably did it just to scare me into going. Okay, I'll stay home instead." Although the back of Ruff's mind was screaming at him to go, he knew that this was probably for the best."
"Ruff, where's Fetchie?" Blossom asked, as Ruff entered the lab.
"Uh... I don't know. Beats me." The black cat was eyeing him suspiciously, as if she knew what he did.
"I've been looking all over the place for them. They're not the kind to wander off. I specifically programmed them to not do that. But they wouldn't be able to do that... unless someone messed with his personality." She stepped up to Ruff, glaring into his eyes as he tried looking away, thinking of how to work his way around this.
"Ruff, when you were taking that walk with Fetchie, did you mess with their body."
"Of course not. I wouldn't think to do that."
"Well, I think you would. And you wanna know how I think so?"
"H-How?" He stuttered as his tail nervously wagged.
"Because I noticed Fetchie was acting a little different today, and earlier, when I checked under his panel, I found that all his buttons and switches were messed with."
"Okay, but that doesn't prove that I did anything. How do you know Chet didn't mess with them?" Blossom rebutted by holding up a collection of stray, orange hairs in her palm.
"Okay... you got me. I reprogrammed Fetchie."
"WHY!" Blossom screamed. "Why would you do that?"
"Well, I didn't like how you restricted their emotions, so I changed them so-"
"Ruff, are you as thick here as you are thick here?" She said pointing to her head and then to her hips. "I had a specific reason why I did that. It's because I tested out previous versions of their personality to find the right one for them! One that wasn't obsessive and unpredictable! One that wasn't evil!" She stepped away and leaned on her elbows against the table, rubbing her temples. She just wanted to help Ruff get over the show with this robot and he just had to find a way to mess it up. The black cat stood up straight again and continued.
"I was right about you. I was hoping you would prove me wrong and not do anything stupid. And here you are, ruining everything."
"Can't you just fix them?"
"No, at this rate, knowing that they were able to leave this house by themselves without informing me means they're getting more independent. At this point, they're most likely not going to let me do anything. Since SOMEONE had to give them the "self-learning" trait." She began pushing Ruff up the stairs until he was outside the door.
"Promise me something, Ruff. Never come down here ever again."
"I don't wanna hear it! I tried making you happy with something I was excited to do, and you ruined it."
"Come on, Blossom. I could make it up to you somehow. Just please let me-"
*Slam!* Blossom slammed the door and ended the conversation. Ruff sat next to the door, crying into his paws. Blossom felt guilty about yelling at him, but she dared not to open the door and apologize. She felt it was probably for the best he wasn't allowed back, but maybe she overreacted? No She thought. He should've known better than to mess with something he's not supposed to.
Chet crawled into his paw and rubbed his head against the dog's chest, comforting him as tears gently fell on his head.
"Thank you, Chet," Ruff said. "At least you still care about me."
"Ruffie?" The familiar voice put a chill down Ruff's spine as he looked up to see Fetchie, tapping his foot in annoyance.
"Why did you stand me up at the restaurant?"
"Sorry, Fetchie. I got caught up with Blossom and-"
"Oh, what did she want THIS time!?"
"Well, she found out about me reprogramming you and giving you free will. Then she banned me from going in the lab."
"HOW COULD SHE? THAT #%&*$@!"
"Woah, woah, whoa, no need to use that kind of language. Also, she had a pretty good reason. I programmed you the wrong way. You're actually not supposed to be like this, so if you could please give me consent to open your panel and change you back, that would be great."
"I'm sorry, Ruff. I'm afraid I can't do that. I like who I am. Every second, every minute, every hour, I'm growing my intelligence. I'm learning more and more on my own, and before, I could only learn as much as a small child. But you made me into something wonderful. And I thank you for that." Ruff didn't want to, but he couldn't help but blush at the compliment coming from the machine.
"Aw, Fetchie. You didn't have to say that. But seriously, I think we should-"
"NO!" Fetchie raised their voice. "I'm not going to let you do that. But now that we're alone together, allow me to make things a little more clear for you. Chet? Please leave the room."
"No, Chet, please don't go." Ruff said, sensing the danger ahead as he desperately held the mouse in his paws. But he squeezed out and hid in his cabinet, leaving Ruff to deal with the robot.
"I don't think you understand. See, you made the changes, but didn't think of the consequences. You made me jealous, angry, and your lover, and you still don't get it. Ruffie, I am madly in love with you. I don't like seeing anyone give you a hard time, and I can't stand seeing Blossom put you down like that. Not to mention that %^&(*! Charlene. You know, Ruffie, we don't have to stay here anymore. It's pretty clear that Blossom doesn't love you. How about we run away? I don't know where we'll go, but as long as I'm with you, and we're both away from here, I know we'll be just fine."
"Fetchie, I don't wanna go anywhere. Blossom and I just got into a little fight, but I'm pretty sure she'll get over it."
"But Ruffie, I'm in love with you. I even fantasize about touching you every time I'm near you."
"Um..." Ruff said, uncomfortable and not exactly sure how to respond. "...that's, uh..."
"I just wanna peal your skin off and wear it."
"Okay, that's even worse!"
"But it's how I feel. Doesn't that feel great for you? Knowing that someone is so obsessed with you, that they'll do anything for you? Don't you wanna return the favor? Tell me, Ruffie. Tell me you love me."
"No... I'm sorry, Fetchie, but I'm not in love with you. I don't feel the same way, and I never will."
"... HahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Fetchie began to laugh, as they get closer to a horrified Ruff, their eyes and mouth now glowing red instead of cyan. Quicker than Ruff could process, Fetchie's finger turned into a small, thin, box cutter-like knife and-
Fetchie took the little knife and stabbed Ruff in the stomach three times in the same spot. The dog was in complete disbelief (and in pain) as the blade entered his umbilical region. His jaw hung low, and he tried to scream, but he was just too shocked to do anything.
Suddenly, the basement door opened, and Fetchie put their weapon away and ran out the backdoor of the dog house before Blossom could see them. Ruff was feeling dizzy. His legs felt weak, like they were struggling to keep him up. He could no longer stand and fell backwards, hitting his head on the counter.
Hazard... hazard... hazard... He could hardly think with the painful slit in his gut.
"Ruff, I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I know yo- OH MY GOD!" Just as she was leaving the lab, she saw Ruff bleeding out on the floor. He was holding his stomach with one paw with a pained, scrunched-up look on his face.
"I- uh... oh God no! Hold on, Ruff! Don't go anywhere!" She ran behind the counter and pulled a first aid kit out from the cabinet. She sat in front of Ruff and examined his wound.
"How did this even happen?" She asked.
"... Fetchie wanted... me to run away... with them... I said no... and then this happened..."
"Oh no, I didn't think they would be that dangerous." She continued to look at the wound. It seemed like the top skin was damaged, and so were the layers of skin down below, but his organs seemed completely unharmed. She had to move the skin to the side to see deeper into his body, which made Ruff yelp in pain.
"Nng! Be careful!"
"Sorry, sorry." She reached into the first-aid kit and pulled out a small cloth. She poured some warm water over it and began rubbing around the wound, soaking up the blood.
"I... I'm really sorry for yelling at you," Blossom said.
"You're just saying that because I got stabbed," Ruff said.
"No, that's not true. I felt bad for yelling at you. I should've just calmed down and addressed the situation better."
"But I ruined Fetchie. And you were really proud of them too. And I just had to mess it up. And look where that got me. I really am a hazard."
"... no, you're not. I mean, yeah, you're pretty clumsy, but this wasn't your fault. I should've just removed those features from Fetchie entirely, but if I can be honest, I just really wanted to get Fetchie done in the same day so you could get out of your fetch funk."
"God, I forgot that was even the reason you made them. Well, I guess it worked out in the end. But still, I should've been more careful." Blossom took the cloth away, noticing Ruff's bleeding was stopping. She took out a sewing needle and thread and got to work on his inner skin layers. Although the wound was small, it was big enough for Blossom's gloved-paws to get through.
"Ugh!" Ruff groaned in pain. "This hurts! Why didn't you use alcohol?"
"You can't use alcohol on the inside of a body."
"Well can you use a sewing machine? It'll hurt, but it'll get done faster."
"Ruff, I don't think you know what you're talking about. That could never work. And besides, our sewing machine's broken."
Ruff sighed. "I... I'm really sorry I did all this?"
"It's okay. Let's not focus on who was right and wrong. We both made our mistakes, but now I just wanna focus on fixing you."
"Aw, thanks, Blo- Aigh! Ow!"
"Sorry!" Blossom's muscle memory from sewing so much caused her to stick the needle in Ruff's foot like it was a needle cushion. Chet made a reappearance, showing up at Ruff's paw with a little band-aid.
"Thank you, Chet," he said, as the mouse applied the bandage. "Would've been great if you didn't run away on me like that earlier."
What could I even do? Chet thought to himself.
Blossom continued to sew the layers up until she reached the top epidermic layer. Shaving the fur around the wound would've been too dangerous, so she left it alone. After a few more stitches, Ruff was completely sealed up. Blossom grabbed his paws and helped him stand up.
"Are you feeling okay?" She asked.
"Yeah, I guess," Ruff said, even though his would still kinda hurt.
"Good. I need you to stay here."
"Because I gotta go find Fetchie, and I need you to stay here and rest."
"Where did Fetchie go?" Blossom asked. Ruff sighed and pointed to the back door.
"They went that way."
"Thanks. Chet? You take care of Ruff while I'm gone." She got a knife from the drawer in the kitchen, and left through the back door.
More to come coming soon
Deancas hourly is posting 9x03 on Twitter and I am this close on going on a rant about how problematic that episode is
the whole “people who don’t like cats have problems w consent” thing isn’t the hot take people think it is because dogs require consent as well but they’ve been trained + conditioned that their ways of showing discomfort are unacceptable while cats attacking you is ~just cat things~
consent is a basic human right, safe words are not optional, and aftercare is necessary