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I have not only a little Christmas story for you, but also a continuation of “Black Cats”. Because I don’t want to leave you sad for the holidays, you’ll get to know Reaper’s secret little helper. Even the cold can harbor so much goodness. I wish you a wonderful time. WEBTOON

SOGGY MY BELOVED 😭🐶

INTRODUCING....

Smoggy is the ghost fog dog!

His ability is a revival and magnetic and can fetch some heart stamina jelly and makes speed stamina jellies! Smoggy belongs to Y/N Cookie and Smoggy knows Y/N before they have amnesia. Smoggy have mobility wheels before he is alive. Smoggy can walk right now when he became a ghost.

And yes Smoggy is dead.

You said Hunter before has keener senses and a little more animalistic and even hunts. I have no clues if wolves exist in Connecticut but it be very funny if he joined like a pack for a hunt lol

Sadly there’s no wolves in Connecticut but they do have other animals like black bears, bobcats and coyotes. I think Hunter probably would run into other predatory animals when hunting the same prey. Realistically the animal would just run away but this is a fun thought. I think I just like the thought of Hunter being good with animals, human realm and demon realm.

Realizing how much your Ghoul AU Hunter would break after flapjacks death, that boy will go through so much and probably think he is truly a monster for a long while into probably the first few months post WaD

Mwhehheehhe, enjoy this rendered sketch :3

How Hunter survived possession in this version, poor flapjack got caught in some crossfire, the shock of it forced Belos out (Belos , who already wanted out since he the bloodlust and painful hunger was too much)

Yup, my boy can fit so much much self-hatred

OMG OMG OMG THIS IS AMAZING WHAT

Like this is gorgeous?!?! The colours and shades and everything is beautiful?!?!?!?! /vvvvpos

IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS!! THEMMM!!!! I actually find this beautiful!!! They are so amazing!!!!

Thank you!!!!! <33333333333333

My gift for @foxalotlposts as a part of @mcyt-halloween !!!!! I had a lot of fun with this :D nothing says Halloween like toxic Yuri with blood and wolf imagery

I have some yap about this so that's under the cut <3

So basically the paintings inspired by a previously discarded au of mine in which Pearl is a noble lady in an arranged marriage with scoot, who she then kills after catching him having an affair. As a punishment for this shes cursed to turn into a wolf and only become human once a month!!! And gem is a which who finds her and "cures" her by helping her basically kill the wolf part of her which leaves her docile and harmless like a house pet (hence the leash and kneeling).

The no faces is a stylistic choice I didnt forget them promise and we're gonna pretend I didn't finish painting this a couple hours ago.

since Halloween is very soon,,,

Black cats are NOT decorations.

If you adopt a black cat, or any cat for that matter, it is a real, living animal that needs your care and attention for the rest of its life. Do not just adopt a black cat for Halloween and then return it to the shelter. It's cruel. Black cats rarely get adopted because of the superstition surrounding them and some are even killed on purpose, so adopting one just to return it is like teasing the poor thing.

The issue of adopting black cats for Halloween and then releasing or giving them up is so bad that many shelters do not allow adoption of black cats in October.

There is no excuse to be cruel to an animal, especially if it's just because it has dark fur.

Please, respect cats.

Reblog to spread awareness please. /nf

I'm going to make paper clothes for Bin so If you guys want to send/reblog ideas Imma make like 8 or more outfits

His green boots stay no matter what!

The Way I'm Sure Mice Are Meant To Die

I'm not always sure what God's I worship

I'm not always sure of my own morals

I'm not always sure of my theories of the afterlife

But something I am sure of and always have been is my belief in mother earth

And my hatred of cruel glue traps

I know the mice are not meant to be here

If I were fast enough to catch them to release I would

But I know I am not

So if it must come to a trap I will use something that is fast

Because between a quick bullet to the brain execution or a long tortureous death of struggle and starvation

I think all of us would choose the first choice

Mind you this creature is dying for such a petty crime

Just trying to survive somewhere they don't even know they shouldn't be

When it's over I'll bury him

The mouse in my room that will soon be in a trap that I've set

And I'll feel bad for murdering something more innocent than my own kind

But I will feel better knowing he did not suffer

And that I return him to the earth from which he came

Become throwing a creature of earth

of flesh and bone once granted life

Into layers of plastic with the pollution bound for a graveyard of garbage

It feels so wrong

Even as a child I knew that

It goes against all nature and worse starves earth of her meal

It's take with no true give

I'll likely repeat this to deaf ears of family

When they find me digging a hole for a pest

If I had a choice I'd be buried with no coffin

But I know I don't

So all I can do is hope for the cheapest one

Made of the softest wood

Something easy to rot

I'd rather not keep mother earth waiting long for her meal

For now I'll give her back the small mouse that wandered away from her to my own den

And hope she sees his death not as unatural cruelty but as predator sharing prey

The way I'm sure mice are meant to die

absolutely devastated about that little guy… the world is so cruel and mean

photos for you @darkraincore

something is rotting.

the smell pervades the house, wafting through the halls, seeping under the doorframes.

it’s subtle at first. easy to ignore. i turn on a fan and soon enough I’ve gone noseblind.

it’s been three days. I found a little mouse dead on the floor. it’s small. too small.

the smell gets worse. the fan is on all the time now. I put perfume under my nose to block it out. eventually, I grow numb.

a week. there is no escaping it. I have looked everywhere. it has stained all my clothes. It is here, somewhere, the source of it.

it has been months. I cannot leave. I am weak. it affects me constantly.

something is rotting.

it is me. it has always been me.

Lake-night snack

Cat Call Killing

Reposting this because it still has 0 notes and I’m still really proud of it 💔 💔/lh

“Revenge of the Lamb”

⬇️ Non-monochrome version under the cut ⬇️

A lil piece I made, snuck some oc lore in there as well mwhehheh

I can’t decide whether I like the monochrome version or the colour version more so I posted both :D

“Revenge of the Lamb”

⬇️ Non-monochrome version under the cut ⬇️

A lil piece I made, snuck some oc lore in there as well mwhehheh

I can’t decide whether I like the monochrome version or the colour version more so I posted both :D

I've been thinking about trauma and what may qualify, and I'm starting to realize that raising animals probably did contribute to the trauma we have.

(tw explicit animal death/killing, general gross/gore warning)

I remember watching a family friend crack open eggs that hadn't incubated fully to hatching when I was five or younger, and she explained that it's just the way things are on a farm sometimes as I watched those soggy underdeveloped chicks lay still on the straw.

When I was older one of my goats had a stillborn kid - but it had been dead long enough to rot in the womb, and its corpse was literally falling apart as we pulled it out.

I raised a couple batches of turkeys that I loved so, so much, even though I knew we'd butcher them. I named them and carried them around and spent so much time with them they were incredibly docile. One turkey from the second batch I raised got injured - I think he broke his wing or something? - and the bigger tom that was with him was doing what turkeys do and trying to bully him to death. He was in so much pain, and while I agreed to help my parents butcher him for meat, I asked that one of them kill him because I hate killing animals. Unfortunately, mom decided to wait until later in the day when it would be more convenient to butcher him. When I found him suffering in his pen hours after I thought my parents had put him down, I got my sharpest knife and sobbed as I pinned him down and slit his throat.

I have so, so many stories like those that I am starting to acknowledge qualify as traumatic for a tenderhearted kid, but I feel like I shouldn't be traumatized by them. It's the way things are on a farm, after all. It's what happens. It's how life goes. So many of my animals died because I owned a bunch of animals for a long time and it's the way things go. Was I really not strong enough to handle it? Surely I should have been able to. Surely it's just the way things are, am I really so weak as to let those facts of the circle of life hurt me?

This is what life is. Why did it break me?

dive

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one of the most interesting ( and sad ) true crime cases i've read about was that of Andy , the footless goose . Andy was born in the late 80s in Nebraska and died in '91 , killed in a murder .

Andy was born without feet and had gone through several different attempts to give him mobility , including "a skateboard-like prosthesis" . none worked . Andy's owner then "fitted [him] with [special] baby-sized shoes" , which gave Andy the mobility of a typical goose .

Andy became a role-model for disabled kids ( since his shoes allowed him to walk , swim and fly with the efficiency of a typical goose ) .

Andy's story is a sad one , ending with him being found dead in a local park , dismembered . the local government stated that they had found the perpetrator but opted to not reveal their identity .

Cemetery of Doves

Hello no pressure but I would love more of your thought process behind the Dying Dog. It's a gorgeous piece and I need the directors commentary.

Thank you guys for giving so much attention to that one, you make me happy as ever!

Well, about the thought process.... heh... Let's say... *puffs a sig like Joker from the movie Joker*.. There were no thought process.....🚬

The picture just popped up in my head and I knew that was some kind of symbolism or metaphor here (I can't differentiate the two) but consciously I couldn't explain what it was. Just feelings... With both writing and art, it happens often - symbols are born by themselves and I'm unable to decipher what they mean unless I materialize them.

If I am to guess, the Dying Dog is just a metaphor for Sniper's inner state. When dogs die from natural causes, there's usually a period of time, about few weeks, to notice. In this period, the dog owners usually prepare for the loss, saying goodbye and making sure the last days of their pet are happy.

But in this piece Sniper is not an owner but a dog himself. He feels like slowly dying somehow, he's prepared and he's waiting. Except the end doesn't come near. Imagine lying there in pain, waiting for the sanctuary of death, but it's been months and years and it never ends. Yet it feels like the end. Does it make sense? Just what is he preparing for, exactly, then?..

Dizziness, feeling cold and sweaty from the inner heat. Yet no physical sign of dying.

A literal dying dog looks more alive than him.

(Also, a little timelapse!!)

The Dying Dog