Expect a lot of unhinged macro and NSFW stuff. Including violence. No minors!
personal reasons
To the “pet”, he’s like Guys it’s honestly not that bad, this is a lot better than living off crumbs
To the “pet”, he’s like Guys it’s honestly not that bad, this is a lot better than living off crumbs
But he doesn’t want to leave, disrobed of his makeshift clothes, splayed atop a comfy wool sock, nibbling on a chocolate square in his hands
They were too late, he’s been domesticated
But he doesn’t want to leave, disrobed of his makeshift clothes, splayed atop a comfy wool sock, nibbling on a chocolate square in his hands
They were too late, he’s been domesticated
Until, on a future scavenging outing, they see him again
Upon an ottoman, trained, rubbing at the giant’s foot as she watches tv, the poor soul left to a worse fate
Until, on a future scavenging outing, they see him again
Upon an ottoman, trained, rubbing at the giant’s foot as she watches tv, the poor soul left to a worse fate
I just respond in kind
I just respond in kind
Warmup doodle I made earlier this month featuring the extremely lovely and talented @limesox.bsky.social
Warmup doodle I made earlier this month featuring the extremely lovely and talented @limesox.bsky.social
be nice to me
be nice to me
He's a fuckin dick. Absolutely full of himself
Ty @jibjoblemeza.bsky.social :3
He's a fuckin dick. Absolutely full of himself
Ty @jibjoblemeza.bsky.social :3
He kinda suuuucks
Drawn by the ever fantastic @jibjoblemeza.bsky.social :>
He kinda suuuucks
Drawn by the ever fantastic @jibjoblemeza.bsky.social :>
"Weird bug."
a deafening grunt, one soon followed by a falling thumb...
"Weird bug."
a deafening grunt, one soon followed by a falling thumb...
*THUD*
You could have laughed had you not been gasping for air. The dried muck—blackened by the grit of the ground—had all but buried your chest and arms, encasing you in a vice that left little room for movement. It smelled faintly of strawberry.
*THUD*
You could have laughed had you not been gasping for air. The dried muck—blackened by the grit of the ground—had all but buried your chest and arms, encasing you in a vice that left little room for movement. It smelled faintly of strawberry.
1/10
1/10