How Tf Should I Draw Her If She’s Looking Like That Bruh Why She Looks Like Melon From Beastars 💀💀💀💀

My grandparents dog was put at sleep today. He caught a rabies, we think it’s from a fox that was appearing at our territory.

Steve, please sorry for being an ass and petting you when you didn’t wanted. You were the coolest oldest doggy I’ve known.

Sorry for the spam WOjshaahjajs *flee away*

Campaign to make The God of Arepo an award winning work and win a literal brick as a trophy for the authors and for Tumblr community as a whole

As the artist for one of The God of Arepo comics, my version is up for consideration for the Ignatz Awards for Outstanding Online Comic.

For those of you who don't know the Ignatz is one of the highest industry awards that "recognize outstanding achievements in comics and cartooning by small press creators or creator-owned projects published by larger publishers".

The thing is, winning the award means winning an actual literal brick. Because the mascot is a brick-throwing mouse. So they have to make a bit where the trophy is a brick. Like. Look.

For a long time I thought it was just plain bricks they were handing out, but my friend who won a couple of bricks two years ago had theirs stamped (I saw the bricks in person at their house). So now I am obsessed with the idea of The God of Arepo winning an Ignatz trophy. It will have the honours stamped. On a freaking brick. That's the most Tumblr level meme trophy this comic/story could win (which is also a legit high honour industry award on its own btw don't get me wrong). But wilder than that, the brick allows me to do something. It allows me to smash that break into 5 pieces and ship one of each to the authors plus myself. Writing Prompts, sadoeuphemist, ciiriianan, stu-pot and me will get a piece of clay in recognition for our work with the farmer who built a temple out of stone. The full circle moment.

Imagine the value of this win to the lore of this Tumblr sacred text/folklore. This brick will be smashed and given to the creators, but as a collective folklore, it's also dedicated to all of us on this hellsite too. AWARD WINNING. If The God of Arepo wins I will document the entire process of smashing that brick here.

But we have to make this happen. We need to gather our collective energy and make this campaign work. Please help make The God of Arepo an award-winning story and vote for it in the Outstanding Online Comic category (link). You will need to request a ballot, then submit your vote. I recommend checking out the other nominated comics too. The Ignatz really shortlists good stuff. The voting closes September 8 2023 . LET'S GET THE GOD OF AREPO A BRICK FOR HIS TEMPLE!! LET'S GO!!!! REBLOGS HELP TOO!!

the weary feverish whumpee aesthetic™

I love it when a whumpee is so weak that they:

are bedridden, much to their discomfort. They long to leave the bed, but cannot because they are too weak, and their legs shake at the thought of taking even a single step.

can't keep their eyes open. Their eyelids flutter but due to tiredness and too much light, they always close again. However, the whumpee has learned to rely on other senses, and is able to recognize the caretaker's voice or touch among a thousand others.

have to always lie down. They try to sit up, perhaps to eat something, but after a few minutes their head starts spinning and their body starts screaming because of the effort. Much to their chagrin, they have to force themselves back down or else they will likely pass out.

are not hungry. Their body can't handle even plain broth, making them queasy and dizzy. So they continue to refuse food, their only source of livelihood, and this obviously worsens their condition.

are too sensitive to touch. Their skin that seems to boil with fever, the bedsheets that rub down their limbs like sandpaper, the hair that sticks to their sweaty forehead, even the simple touch of the caretaker, a touch that is supposed to comfort them. They start to hate all these little things.

Please, feel free to add more.

i struggle drawing Skyfire so some stuff to familiarize myself with his design </3

The Five Stages of Grief

Denial - "This can't be happening" // "I'm going to wake up any minute...it's only a nightmare..." // "None of this real, it can't be!" // "There's been a mistake!" // "They...they wouldn't leave me like this, they'll come rescue me, they will!"

Anger - "You can't do this to me!" // "Fuck you, you fucking psychopath!" // "I don't have to listen to you!" // "You're a goddamn coward!" // "Let me out of here so I can break your neck!" // "You'll be sorry when they come find me, creep!"

Bargaining - "Please, no, anything but that!" // "N-not the cattle prod, please, I'll do whatever you want!" // "No, don't hurt them! Hurt me instead, I can take it!" // "I'll let you touch me however you want just please don't use that!" // "I'll tell you whatever you want if you just let me go!"

Depression - "Do whatever you want, what's the point?" // "I don't think I have anything left to scream for you" // "Just kill me and get it over with" // "Just...just leave me alone..." // "Why are they taking so long to find me? Don't they care? Don't they love me?"

Acceptance - "I knew I deserved this..." // "I'll be good, I promise" // "I love you, too" // "They were never looking for me, were they?" // "Yes, sir/ma'am" // "What do you mean 'leave'? I can't leave, that's against the rules"

Country whumpers, anyone?

Idk I'm just guessing there has to be some farming and ranching whumpers out there. Have I seen any? No. Do I want to? Hell yes.

So here. Take these and run. I'm begging.

[Prompt Masterpost]

Strap whumpee to the tire of a tractor  - starfish style - and let them just hang out here and spinnn and spinnnn and spinnnnn while you’re doing chores in the morning. 

Tie whumpee to an electric Fence. The constant tick tick tick of pain won’t do much damage but will absolutely keep them from falling asleep. See how long it takes them to cry.

Barbed wire restraints.

Barbed wire stress positions.

Leave whumpee tied up outside. If it’s hot out, watch them dry up and blister and burn. If it’s winter, watch the heat leak from their body until they stop shivering. 

Using bits of whumpee’s flesh as fish bait. But hey, whumpee gets to eat fresh fish that night, so it’s a win win, right?

Soak a lariat in water and tie it around their neck - then to a tree branch, keeping them on their feet. As the rough fibers dry, they’ll constrict, strangling whumpee agonizingly slowly.

So many power tools, man. So many.

Make them square bale hay with you. That’s it. That’s the prompt. Basic farm work.

Ditch them miles from home and make them run/walk all the way back or there’ll be hell to pay.

Let whumpee help as target practice before hunting season. Hold still and you probably won’t get hurt~

Whumper practicing their skinning skills on whumpee.

Tie whumpee down a bit too close while welding something. Who cares if slag hits them? It’ll just melt into the skin and scar forever, it’s fineeeee.

Spritz random pesticides and chemicals on them to test if it’ll burn flesh or if you need to wear gloves. 

Make whumpee carry the wire across the creek when fixing creek gaps. Keep them bound, though. They don’t need hands for balance; it’s their own fault if the current sweeps them under. Tie the wire to them to drag them back out just in case. Tie it around their neck if they’ve been bad recently.

Cordless drill. Drill screws into the flesh.

Tie whumpee to the top of a cabless tractor while working to keep them in sight. They’ll burn terribly from the heat, but as long as they stay quiet and don’t distract you during chores, maybe you’ll be done before they cook like an egg up there.

Extra choke chain lying around. You know what to do.

Nail whumpee to the wall to keep them still while you work on a building project.

Toss whumpee into the [whatever you’re putting rocks into] while picking up rocks in the spring. Proceed to Not Care when every rock you toss thunks against whimpering flesh. The job’s done when they’re completely buried and you can go dump that load.

[Prompt Masterpost]

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I’ve been thinking about it for a while, so, uh, I don’t know if anyone have told about it before and I haven’t seen it so…

Corsets.

There’s various options of using it on whumpee. Maybe previously Whumpee’s ribs were broken so now they’re wearing a medical one, given by whumper whom didn’t wanted to lose their whumpee soon and lowkey tries to heal them, but every time whumpee does something wrong whumper casually ties their corset tighter, making their ribs hurt even more, knitting bones fragmenting and causing pain worse, letting them to do shallow breaths only.

Maybe whumpee is wearing a corset as a punishment. An extremely tight one, squeezing their waist and making every breath they try to do painful, oxygen shortage makes whumpee very weak and vulnerable and even force them to faint. Ribs breaking. Organs displacement. Yeah, it hurts, a lot.

Or maybe whumper wants their whumpee to be pretty, but whumpee isn’t really slim as whumper wants so they force them to wear a corset to make their waist as slim as they want?

There’s a lot of options to play with, really a lot. So feel free to add more!

196 archive: April 2nd 2022