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#blanket poll
semiotomatics · 4 months
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*if you sleep with multiple blankets, choose whatever you consider the "main" blanket (the one on top? the one you use the most often? your favourite? idk man you decide)
also feel free to put in the tags whether you got the blanket new/as a hand-me-down, whether it was handmade/store-bought, or anything else you want to share!
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randompollgoer · 1 month
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incognitopolls · 3 months
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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.
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sillylotrpolls · 6 months
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(Picture of The Comfy below poll)
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sweeneydino · 2 months
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Hey
Wanna play Hide and Seek?
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A Blanket for Your Troubles
Kind of forgot about this au along with some others- cough cough - but for the basic gist, Leon didn't make it and is either dead or in a coma.
His spirit is represented by his Tot form and ends up in the 2003(or 2012) universe. While he does have ghost aspects(being able to phase through objects, cold the touch, his wounds), he's still physical even if people can't really see him(most of the time).
He doesn't know that he's not in the prison dimension anymore, so he hides and often causes electricity shortages and moving objects when he's stressed too much.
So naturally, after the mandatory ghost kid fight in horror, the turtles become older brothers to a ghost. Who happens to be a turtle tot. A very damaged turtle tot.
(Dw they'll wrap him up)
Then, it progresses from there into a wholesome family story.
Still debating on either a happy ending or a bittersweet ending.
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haveyoueatenthis · 4 months
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*This is the American one, there's a dish with the same name from the UK
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vaxieth · 4 months
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squishy-lemons · 8 months
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diathadevil · 5 months
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I just realized I have VERY specific memories of what I was afraid of growing up as a wee little devil. So I need to see if others had a similar experience to my own.
(or if not just laugh at these dumb moments with me 'cuz I grew out of them eventually. some of them took me longer than the rest.)
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randompollgoer · 1 month
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tohakumaru · 2 months
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(previous chapter)
stillness, like an unbroken curse. your trailing limbs cut a line in the sand like a cruel finger over milky adolescent skin.
the walk seems endless. the sun never comes up and the nomad maintains an impossibly even rhythm. after a while it feels almost too natural, too comforting, as if this is exactly what you're born to do.
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and you know, darling? you're so beautiful. you wear death like an angel drowning in a sea of stars . have i told you i love you today? love you. love you. love you.
love you when the flesh falls off your bones and your soul leaks from the cracks in your skull.
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you don't notice it, but the nomad starts to hum, softly at first, then louder, enough for you to make out that it isn't a melody but an airy cacophony of ringing, like bells on a fishing line in winter. and then you can taste it in the air, a pungent yet pleasant smell of burning that fills your lung with warmth. you arch up your neck to see a field spanning as far as the eyes can see. it is lined with perfect intervals of clothing lines, on which thousands of blankets hang burning, tongues of flames licking up at the dark sky as if reaching to swallow the stars in their grasps. there is no smoke.
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the nomad signals you to stop, and takes off its cloak. you observe that its body is small and smooth, like that of a child, but proportions slightly elongated and with just a hint of deformations at the joints, like a bird ripped of its wings and forced to stand. you linger on the nape of its crooked neck, and find it strangely endearing. unperturbed by your gaze, the nomad leaves its belongings and raft by your side, and continues alone into the field of the burning blankets.
like a good dog, you lay down in the sand, waiting. your eyes glued to the fires, as their crackling smoulders soothe a fever you don't realise you have.
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the sacrificial lamb pulled its mottling wool over your eyes dressed you in white linens and crossed your hands over your heart. lamentation is for those who can afford it, but that's alright now. lies don't hurt when you're dead. you lay your head on the altar it was the best sleep you'd ever had.
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when the nomad returns its skin smells like coal and eyes glitter like diamonds. now it gazes at you, quietly. against all odds, you feel your heart break. you want to pull it into your arms and hold it against your chest. but i won't let you do that. mine. mine. mine. you shan't hold another being unless i allow it, and i only want you to hold me.
but there is no need for us to bicker. the nomad puts a stop to all that by gently placing a light sheet over your shoulder, careful to place the flesh and entrails and are constantly spilling from you inside the fabric.
this feels ceremonial, this feels like love.
read the full story up to date here
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puppetbilly · 1 year
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(for reference im making this post wrapped up comfy in bed with 5 blankets)
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apollos-polls · 3 days
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If you could have one life-like stuffed animal (e.g. its IRL size, texture, and some scaled down version of its weight), which one would you choose? a) giraffe b) polar bear c) blue whale d) anaconda e) great white shark f) hippo g) moose h) crocodile i) tardigrade j) other/i'm bald/tagged
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which-item-poll · 2 months
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ranticore · 2 months
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Propaganda: An aspiring writer who is also a giant beetle. He's about 15ft long and works as a security guard/hitman for his expedition crew. Severe self esteem issues over having been a brood parasite among caterpillars, he commits atrocities because he believes in biological determinism no matter how much he hates it. His writing's kind of mid tbh but most people are too frightened to criticise it to his face
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buttercupyarnart · 12 days
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My Blanket of Doom is officially no longer portable, so I need to start a secondary project to work on when I leave the house. Help me pick!
The DK weight options would have much faster progress, obviously, but wouldn't be immediately wearable due to Summertime. The fingering weight options would be more seasonally appropriate, but progress would be much slower. Also, the DK weight options would be knit in wool, the fingering weight in cotton.
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