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carnis-insanis · 1 month

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Ok fine have the shit post from half a year ago since I have nothing better to post …..translations r rough but it’s better than nothing

YouTube link if tumblr is causing trouble

#uuuhhhh……:#yur I didn’t know how to translate “ILE’ without it sounding stupid #dst #don’t starve #dst wx78 #dst wagstaff #dst Webber #dst Wilson #my art

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chococrystal · 8 months

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Scrybe (+ some others) sketches

Silly card game has dominated my mind as of late

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dreamlogic · 4 months

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so my mom has a new puppy, she's a 3 mo old anatolian shepherd/irish wolf hound mix. get a load of the fucken paws on this beaft, she's like a bobcat

#cc #doge #also met her dad (the anatolian) and his shoulders were about hip height on me. apparently he was the runt of his litter #this puppy is going to grow up to be a tan moose #to those in the tags asking various flavors of WHY and WHO DID THIS #uuuhhhh my mom's partner and his ex never fixed their dogs and were somehow surprised when Puppies Happened #so the answer is happy backyard accidents! yayyyy!!

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martisno · 6 months

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I love the nymphs so much

#rayman #betilla #rayman origins #how tf do i tag this uuuhhhh #rayman nymphs #my art

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 5 months

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unpopular opinion but whump should and deserves to be messy

"Yeah duh there's plenty of scenarios with blood and tears--" no. I want more.

I want pink tinted spit dribbling out of Whumpee's mouth. I want strings of saliva connecting between their busted lip to Whumper's tongue. I want drool running down the corners of their mouths because of a gag that makes it difficult to swallow.

I want sweat making Whumpee feel sticky and clammy to the touch. I want their skin to be slick and soaking into their soiled clothes. I want them to squirm in discomfort of a dirty shirt clinging to their back from precious fluids that are going to risk further dehydration. I want their hair to be continuously damp and hanging in thick strands in their face.

I want the scabs to turn white with pus and black with infection. I want old wounds to tear open and bleed a thick red. I want the pink flesh underneath to pulse and quiver, the sight of yellow fat and cartilage. I want blood vessels and capillaries to burst and spread over an area, I want burns to start brown and peel away to a tender pink.

I want Whumpee to vomit out of their nose because their mouth is gagged. I want bile to reek on their clothing and on their tongue. I want them to grow use to the taste of bitter blood and burning chyme forever in the back of their throat. I want them to have to snort and hack to be able to spit out whatever was still caught on their tongue or risk swallowing it down.

I want their tears to remain unwiped and crusting over their eyes. I want snot to smear over their cheeks and leave their lips uncomfortably tacky. I want their face to remain blotchy and red because they just can't get it clean. I want dirt and blood and skin to build up under their fingernails to the point they risk infecting their own wounds if they try and mess with it. I want Whumpee to only be sprayed down with cold water and an old towel, never any soap and never in all the creases of their body.

I want their bodies caked in grime and viscera and bodily fluids. I want Whumper to never give them the luxury of feeling clean and in fact actively making them more filthy each time. I want Whumpee's clothes yellowed and their hair matted and their skin sickly. I want injuries to never properly heal so that the only option is to amputate the necrosis. I want Whumper to force Whumpee to clean up whatever kind of mess they made by licking it off the floor.

I want arteries to spew like a garden sprinkler. I want the exposed roots of pulled teeth to dangle freely in their mouth. I want Whumpee's hair, including all of their body hair, to grow to unruly lengths that are constantly tangled and ingrown. I want them to find comfort in starving because it means there's nothing to risk throwing up. I want them to scrub their skin raw and bleeding, uncaring how much it aggravates their injuries or how the soap stings, the first chance they're given for a real bath.

I want it to be nasty!!!!!!