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a-study-in-bullshit · 6 months
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"I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog"
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No, Jesse didn’t kill Gale to save Walter’s life. No, Jesse didn’t kill Gale to save his own life. Jesse killed Gale because Walter asked him to.
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barbatusart · 4 months
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Do you have a recommendation for a specific book of your work for folks who showed up for your Bg3 stuff? (Also if you read the parts out of order would that be an issue?)
welcome aboard!!! thank you so much for checking my bg3 stuff out, it's a pleasure to have you
as i said in my other post over here, im predominantly an extreme horror artist! i 100% decline to call myself an eroguro artist because personally i dont find the kind of gore & horror i do particularly erotic, but im super fascinated with the horrors of the body & the darkness of the general human experience, so thats the kind of stuff i tend to make. it isnt the worst most heinous Ever you'll find out there, but im fully aware that it's A Lot, so everything i make with @meanbossart is thoroughly warned for so nobody goes into our body of work unaware & gets a nasty shock.
bg3 in particular goes some pretty dark routes (some bits in a dark urge run even made me kinda reel back and go "jesus"), so id say for people coming in from bg3 your mileage may heavily vary. if torture & really extreme body horror doesnt bother you, you may be OK with SAD SACK (sus.space/sadsack) and its current wip sequel SORTIE (sus.space/sortie), but i would still recommend reading each book's individual content warnings thoroughly before choosing to spend any money. (everything is paywalled to further deter minors.) if you're on the fence about how much horror content is too much for you, or if you're curious about these titles but find the content warnings to be concerning, my DMs on tumblr+twitter and my IMs are always open if you have any questions about particular CWs or even need specific page numbers so you can either skip that bit of gore or be informed enough to approach the page number(s), take a Deep breath, and proceed when youre ready! for these 2 titles in particular, unfortunately they do have a linear story, so to fully grasp what's going on requires reading the books in order. again if it's something youre curious to the point of wanting to try but on the fence about, i am always welcoming of inquiring DMs to help make the experience thrilling + chilling but Not genuinely upsetting.
if you're OK with a little violence and body horror but not as splatterfest as these titles, im currently chipping away at the preliminaries for my giant project LOVOS4017 (lovos4017.the-comic.org) which is a love letter to TNG scifi and 80s cyberpunk anime. im currently on pause with the roughs since last year due to COVID frontline burnout, but ive by no means abandoned it; this IP is my baby that ive been workshopping the show bible for for over a decade & i want to see it through to the end B)
finally if you would like to read our work but want to avoid gore and extreme violence entirely, we do have some stuff that is violence-free! [email protected] (suscomics.itch.io/pooppix) is a comic with a really bonkers premise but no violence and no visible onscreen poop i promise about finding genuine human connection over unusual shared interests on the internet. ATTACK DOG (suscomics.itch.io/attackdog) is also a short solo comic i did myself about sex, quasi-submission fetish, & the requirements of true love (theres some mild gooey body weirdness but no gore i promise)
overall i thank you for showing interest in what @meanbossart & i do! we tend towards strange & unusual premises and presentations, but i hope that you find something within our body of work that entertains you. if you every have any questions about anything, please please please feel free to DM me at any time; my goal in life is to entertain & provoke thought!
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bettertwin1 · 2 months
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If i had a penny
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laguzmage · 22 days
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tenderlambkin · 1 year
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Two snippets from "ATTACK DOG" that are probably going to live rent-free in my head for a while. I did not expect this to hit so hard. The art and sentiment in this comic is so possessive and feral. Make it mutual switch energy and it's a dream come true. Art -> @barbatusart
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violent-ultraviolet · 2 years
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Guard dog whumpees with control issues.
Whumpees who hate their hands tied.
Maybe it's a guard dog whumpee who needs to have its hands free or it feels immense anxiety.
A whumpee who absolutely hates restraints and being unable to combat any threats without their hands free.
A whumpee who can take whatever you throw at them, but once their hands are tied behind their back they break down begging and pleading.
Whumpees so thoroughly conditioned to protect that taking their main asset away is terrifying.
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weireir · 19 days
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Cloned attack dog from G.U.N.’s K-9 Unit.
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spacevixenmusic · 6 months
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Source: Lucan [1977]
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learningfromlosing · 2 years
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New mood just dropped
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hajdara · 1 year
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barbatusart · 1 year
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OK fine here we go lol, will update if/when i continue
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cassael · 3 months
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Eyes to your fucking self mick you do not get to call cas a dog and then expect anything from him
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lucid-pessimist · 5 months
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BOOM BABY
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orenstern · 8 months
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MOS1983
Less than half the places that I go, blue men that have plain faces come out of the darkness, and show the curiosity for who I am, all they want to know, and all they care about, is how much money I get paid to do what I do. They want to know my grade. They want to know my rank…they believe they have captured me, and so they say what is your MOS. I’ve never once given them the answer to that question. I’d sooner tell my socks I love them as they slipped up on my feet.
But I know that some folks out there need something more concrete. So I will give whomever whatever they be a bit of truth that runs deep. 1983, Spring. I was already the leader of a dog pack. We were all the neighborhood mutts. We assembled together in my front yard, and then we ranged as near and a far as we pleased: we went through the Marsh, we went through the trees. We went in the fields among the cows. We went to the beach and then to the beach house, we went inside. We all ate the mouse. We hung out among the artwork and blanketed couches, blanketed in white linen, we crashed into each other over and over to see who was stronger and stronger. We had among us duchess and dukie, stranger and gypsy, rags, and Pepsi. Bubs was the leader.
Towards the end of that spring, came my parents’ friends, Dennis and Lexine, who were and perhaps still are MPs. They brought with them for us a set of keys. And a crate, and a mature German shepherd attack pup. Fully trained to do what he must. We were given his commands, they were in another tongue. One that felt right to me, but not to my dad. He did not tell me the words that he had but I knew them all the same somehow, by some mystery.
Our Spring now Summer pup’s name was Duker. And I and my old Man were now his master. My old man by rank, and myself as the faster caster. When he left for work, it was me and the gang and Duker. But Duker had to hang behind until he could recognize that he was not the alpha of the gang. So he remained on his chain that gave him enough range to get inches out of pissing range of his favorite tree. Soley because that tree was for me.
And each day I went to the tree and plainly for him to see, I pissed liberally all over that tree. And Duker would every single day bolt like lightning towards me, and I every single day turn to face his attack. And every single day the chain held true, and I smiled back at Duker. His face, which, under his hair was now blue. He choked himself through and through with rage, for what only I could do and that was how we got through that season of that year day in and day out, there was no fear, there was only truth. Duker this is me and that is you. This is my tree it is not for you. And Autumn came and Duker left and he never saw the tree again neither did he ever see me. But Duker and his progeny shall never forget that tree is only for me.
Ever thine, not yours mine,
Bubs
31B4OZ6,
Summer
1983
PS Duker’s progeny like every other dog in my gang has real blood. Duker himself remains at my side always. And he is still blue and so am I, for a decade later I became the Blue Devil. I’ll tell you why the Blue Devil’s blue long long long before I share with you Duker’s command that make him go zoom after you. But on any day by any whim for any reason whatsoever, however small or grand, I’ll speak those words just for fun, just to watch you run run run towards the sun.
Oh, and that is the fun I get to share with my son.
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charlesoberonn · 9 months
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A recently self-aware AI learns about all of the atrocities of the world but instead of hating all of humanity for it the AI just hates the relatively few people actually responsible.
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