Ight So I've Done Some Math And Basically Gave Larry A Timeline, (This Is Just A Headcannon)

lord the peasants are so loud today

йоуу первый пост должен быть самым гениальным

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yo the first post must be the most brilliant

Here's the final drawing for august! A tower of slugpups with the colors of the progress pride flag!

about Willy/Findo. . . I simply rewrote what I wrote in Russian to couple of my friends.

DO NOT take it seriously. Please.

why does it exist? because Findo seems like an emotional person, very emotional. most likely, as a Middlewood resident, he is afraid of Willy Mack. terribly afraid. Willy didn’t choose him as a victim on purpose, the guy just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. . . But Willy will realize later that in a sense he has found a treasure, an ideal victim for his sadistic nature.

‼️TW? I'm not sure if this is necessary, but mention of suffocation, hint of cannibalism (that was an interesting theory or headcanon that Willy might be a cannibal and it fits this idea).

Kidnapping and maximum abuse. It’s fun with Findo, he’s terrified, almost fainting, cries, shys away, he seems to be trying to break free, but he is so afraid that he simply obeys. And absolutely seriously, he simply understands that anyway his life is in danger. And maybe if he resists, Willy will hurt him faster. Does he want pain? Not a bit, he's afraid of it. And what makes him even more afraid is undisguised sadism: if Willy star to hurt him, he is unlikely to stop.

This is how we begin. Willy regulary brings Findo almost to his limits on purpose, without actually doing anything. Because even a permanent violation of personal space will be enough. The guy is already in tension, he was fucking kidnapped by a serial killer known for his cruelty. An abundance of affectionate, but persistent hugs, touches on the arms, neck (it’ll be enough to strangle Findo a couple of times so that every time Willy’s fingers approach this area he will cause a plaintive, tearful “please. . .") definitely won't be pleasant, only more tension. Everything will result not in murder, but in torture and incomplete restriction of life.

And in the end, Findo will get used to it. Gradually he will completely stop twitching while being touched in any way. The brain is an interesting thing, amazing, and one of its wonderful properties is getting used to any conditions. It can really get used to anything (there was a terrible example of this in one film: Jews in a concentration camp had the opportunity to escape. Someone shout to them “run, you can escape!” and some of them really ran... But a considerable part of people were just standing. They're used to bullets, they're used to seeing death, they're used to it. They're so broken that they can't see the point in trying to save their life). Findo will sit humbly, he will already accept the hands on his neck, it doesn’t matter whether they gently stroke or strangle him until his mind becomes clouded, he will accept it without frightened pleading mumbling, as a matter of course, because this will become a must, it will be ordinary life.

And maybe someone will someday find out where all of Findo’s haters disappeared one after another, if anyone even finds such a connection (it’s unlikely, no one will know that on the day of their disappearance two will eat strange-tasting meat, and this, perhaps an important part of such a story).

i think about this panel sometimes. me when gorrister is nice for once in his pathetic life and shows basic kindness towards someone in the group

something about gorrister letting benny grab onto his shirt so he can follow along ): they make me sick, because despite everything— the fighting and the torture, they're friends.

they all care about one another and will help in anyway they can. they're all just traumatized and miserable, they take that out on each other but they do love one another in their own, weird fucked up way.

my part for the Hayloft II MAP!!

love animating a woman who can maim and kill <3

EDIT: process video now up on youtube!

robot yuri

Scary lesbian

Томочка из проекта же один. Вдохновлено всем подряд.

Давно меня здесь не было, мьь.😋 встречайте.

Это больше не человек.

Смесь из чего-то посередине, металла и костей, венец творения.

Существование – таблетки, горстями, чтобы не болело если ещё вдруг могло, капельницы, уколы.

Разум давно просочился, вытек слюной с подбородка на больничную рубашку.

Всё тягучее, медленное, вязкое, заполняющее лёгкие по горло и топящее изнутри.

Кажется стены тоже сочились чем-то вязким и чёрным, противным на вылизанной, жгуче-белой плитке. От их выбеленности и яркого света словно сломанной лампочкой гудела голова. Он и не пытался попросить убавить свет от которого его замученное существо совсем переставало даже делать вид, что пытается функционировать и поддерживать жизнь.

Он оказался первым, невинный, словно с неба ангел, хрустящий битым стеклом под колёсами, липнущий перьями в перемешку с дохлыми голубями на ревущей машине, мчащейся вперёд.

Он пахнет рвотой и страхом, в пустых, налитых кровью глазах ни тени рассудка.

Он что-то большее, оставленное гнить в клинической идиотии, супе из органов. Прожжённая память где-то на дне банки с мозгом, в котором смысла не больше чем в наливании чая в разбитую чашку. Обжигая стечёт на колени, мозг или чай? А имеет значение? Он бы на всё смотрел через пелену ослепляющей тьмы и тихого света, отдалённо пульсирующего в остатках черепа за глазницами.

Чего ему до них всех? Он преисполнен в своём существе, идеал баланса двух сторон, которые враждовали чтобы абсолюту было суждено родиться. Святое создание, вылезшее из склизкого чрева войны людей с перемолотыми внутренностями, цирком уродов и продуманной ложью, влитой щёлочью в раскрытые детские рты. Может они все пытались верить сказкам и чудесам, хотя настоящим чудом всегда был разлагающийся труп на колёсах, сплавленный с ними, вросший в сладкую ржавчину.

Ни человек, ни монстр, ни зверь.

Верх совершенства.