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bigb-enthusiast · 1 month
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Yall dont get them like i do
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Sam on the drip.
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rossejustbehere · 19 days
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Hello fellow box boys enjoyers. May i offer Last Life Box boys?
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plinthofmylife · 2 years
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my partner and I are building a custom flat and are stuck in our tiny apartment until we move and considering if we should do a series of audio live shows on a weird app while we wait to move...
I’m actually serious tho...my real life resembles Box Boys, should I do an homage?
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witchydreamz · 1 year
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friendlycitymovers · 2 years
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Bugs, boxes and bumpy roads. Nova Scotia bound. Next up, Ottawa x 2 and onto Vancouver. #friendlycitymovers #lordoftheflies #boxboys (at Nova Scotia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf_s9JBO-yP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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whereallthewhumpgoes · 7 months
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Pet Recovery Counter-Conditioning Phrases
"I am my own person. I am allowed to prioritize my own needs and assert my own boundaries."
"I belong to myself and only myself."
"I deserve to be loved by others, touched gently, and treated with compassion."
(Romantic specific) "My body is mine. No one is allowed to do anything to my body against my will."
"I am a human being, and I am entitled to human rights, such as food, water, and sleep. My needs are not a privilege that I have to earn, they are human rights, and I will fulfill them when necessary."
"I can think for myself and take care of myself."
"I am a human being, not a slave. I am under no obligation to obey anyone's command."
"What happened to me was unjust. I did not deserve to be abused by my former master, and I will not tolerate abuse from them or anyone else."
"I am a good person."
"I have a right to be treated with dignity."
"I am not worthless. I have value apart from my master's attention."
(Romantic specific) "I am allowed to say no."
(Guard dog specific) "I am not a monster. In the past, I acted to protect myself, and I will continue to protect myself with or without my master."
"My rescuers are not a threat. My rescuers do not want to hurt me. My rescuers are safe people."
"If I am ever mistreated, I will report it to my rescuers as soon as possible."
"I do not need to lie to protect myself."
"I am allowed to love myself."
"I am encouraged to form relationships with the other recovered pets, and they will not be hurt if I interact with them."
(Bonded pair specific) "I do not need to protect my bond. I do not need to depend on my bond. My bond and I are our own people, and I am allowed to develop my own interests and take care of myself before my bond."
"I am a person, not a pet."
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drewwise · 1 year
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3DS eShop friends ❤️
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aforager · 2 months
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BlockBench - Qbby amiibo
Would want to put this in Minecraft eventually. Probably.
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highwaywhump · 3 months
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Febuwhump day 2
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soo... probably (definitely) not going to finish this event on time (if at all). my workload suddenly doubled this semester but here's something at least. for febuwhump day 2 i have tried to get to know my nameless guard dog. here's his origin story, starting about 20 years prior to joey's story
CW/TW: captivity, collars/chains, forced drugging, controlled food intake, pet whump/bbu in general
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“He’s not breaking.” 
“He will.” 
“60 says he won’t.” 
“90 says he will.” 
“Shut up, both of you.” 
The two junior handlers snap their mouths shut, turning away from the monitor and towards senior handler Kerry. He’s leaning back in his office chair, unbothered, flipping through a quarterly report on customer success rates. His numbers are good, as usual. In fact, there’s an upwards trend. If it continues like this over the summer, there will undoubtedly be another raise beginning to rear its head from the deep, deep waters of this facility. 
Kerry glances at the monitor. Nothing’s changed since he glanced at it last, 20 minutes ago. Nearly nothing’s changed since the feed started rolling, six days ago. He returns to his paperwork again, after sparing a pointed look at his two supposed protegees. They both hurriedly look down at their own paperwork, studying training manuals, only sneaking glances at the monitor when they don’t think Kerry’s looking. But he sees them every time. He absentmindedly clicks his pen and longingly recalls the days when corporal punishment in the workplace - in this workplace, at least - was still allowed. 
They sit for another hour or so before Kerry announces that they’ll break for lunch with a grunt, and the junior handlers scurry off to the cafeteria while he unpacks his own meticulously made sandwich. The little domestic taking up space in his laundry room sure knows her stuff, he thinks as he angles the monitor a little, finally allowing himself a closer look now that the twin idiots are gone. 
The idea of pets taking on the role as personal security isn’t new, at least not in practice. Rich assholes who think the world revolves around them have always wanted dedicated security. The Guard Dog type, however, is quite new. The specimen on the monitor is only the third generation, and a young generation at that. He was brought in only two weeks ago, a mean fucker just dishonorably discharged, with a glint in his eye and blood on his knuckles. 
Well. A tether slightly too high up on the wall and a high-powered cold water hose took care of at least one of those problems. As for his unpleasant disposition … Kerry was doing something about that right now. Had been, for the last six days. And the project was just beginning to bear the flowers which eventually would become fruits. 
The previous two generations had been too volatile, too easy to make lash out, and not only at potential threats. WRU could only pay out so much hush money before the media had started to notice. The third generation had to be perfect, and Kerry was one of a small group of handlers who had been served the task. A delicate mission to snuff out every little spark and flame inside the beasts and then create new, tailor-made gas flames in their wake, perfectly controllable and able to be extinguished by the flick of a verbal switch. A killer robot of flesh and blood. 
The monitor showed 603-014 sitting against the wall, arms around his bowed head, very slightly shifting his weight back and forth. Kerry almost thought he could see a crescent shape in the floor surrounding him, as if his pacing (of which there was less and less, these days) had created a track in the floor. The nine feet of chain extending from his collar to a ring in the wall contained him like a mean junkyard dog at the end of a rope. 
He hadn’t been outside the crescent in a week, much less outside his cell. 
In the same period, he hadn’t seen a single other human. Nothing but the same four white walls and his own tethered body. After two days of screaming and crying and cursing and begging he’d lost his voice, and it was still only a hoarse and gravelly whimpering that would come through the speakers if Kerry decided to turn on the sound. 
He glanced at his watch. It was soon time for 014’s daily prescribed five hour nap and his allotted 1300 calories - served in a dog bowl, of course. The two goons could do it, he figured, as he considered his own reuben sandwich, which seemed too good to leave right now. As if summoned by his thoughts, the two of them shuffled into his office, each holding a steaming hot styrofoam container. 
“Great timing,” Kerry announced, not even allowing them time to set their food down. “Time for some practical training. 014 needs his daily rest and nourishment.” 
“Handler Kerry-!”
“I trust you remember where the respiratory gear is,” he broke them off merrily as he reached for the control board mounted on his desk, which controlled every environmental condition in every cell he was responsible for. As they begrudgingly set their food down and removed themselves from his office, he found the right switch and pushed it down. The big lug would be sleeping blissfully in a few minutes, and Kerry would get to watch his mentees undoubtedly fuck up even the simple task of correctly fitting a gas mask on themselves before entering a room filled with anesthetic gas. 
It would be lunch and a show.
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@simplygrimly @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @briars7 @hackles-up @doveotions @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @kixngiggles @firewheeesky @maracujatangerine @nicolepascaline @whumpthisway @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @whumping-snail @pumpkin-spice-whump @pigeonwhumps @whumplr-reader @considerablecolors @dustypinetree @snakebites-and-ink
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This is a still from Sam’s drip animation. So you guys can see it in full :3
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starfeycomet · 1 year
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The HAL Laboratory logo, but the eggs are Kirby, Qbby and Jobski
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whumpinthepot · 1 year
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For the WIP asks, 10, 23, 31, and 33? For a WIP or WIPs of your choice (or Rats Race if you can’t decide!)?
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@verkja I love <<<33 thank you. From this game.
Gonna keep going with rats race since thats my main focus right now ^_^
10. Share a song that makes you think of your WIP.
Ain’t No Crying by Derivakat
23. Characters with the best dynamic?
Well I do like Abby and Ratty’s dynamic it can get quite confusing and sometimes frustrating to write because Ratty acts differently than you would expect towards Abby. It looks OOC until you realize that it's stockholm syndrome and always has been… (Abby is Ratty’s stalker)
My favourite dynamic is probably Mouse and Clarence because they are just babies, and its not something ive seen in much writing before. Its just another form of stockholm syndrome though oml, I may have a problem… (Clarence is Mouse’s pet)
31. Favorite line from your WIP?
This is hard because I’m not fond of my writing 😭 so I chose the first one I thought of:
The rest of the night was calm enough, they played with their “Sister” as Mum had labeled her. Sister or not, Ratty at least knew not to take it out on a child. So play they did. Mouse seemed almost as upset as Ratty was, it puzzled them but she wasn’t ready to talk about it they supposed…
33. What are your favorite tropes you use in your WIP?
Ough ummm, kidnapping, memory loss, brainwashing, unstable antagonist, protective big sibling, morally grey characters, held captive, drugging, queer rep… Apparently stockholm syndrome 😅
Its a double edged sword though because a lot of things I enjoy writing about can squick me out when reading depending on how its done (Stockholm syndrome and pet whump for example are big ones)
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mayvora · 4 months
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Some traffic life headcanons!! Mostly Grian.
3rdlife desert duo are scorpions. They have scorpion tales, horns (because I like them) (Grian has pointy and Scar has ram-like horns) and Scar has... how is it called? Like a scorpion armor on his chest. I don't really know the correct way to call it.
Scars horns appear on his yellow life, Grians - on green and the grow up when he turns yellow. Red life Scar has cool grey horns and a ring with a purple stone on it as a present from Gria. Or a promise. Red life Grian only has one horn, the other one is broken in half.
Lastlife Grian has bone wings and a halo. It breaks when he turns red and both wings and halo go black after summoning a wither. Impulse's demon horns turned from gold to black and Martyn got black circles under his eyes.
Lastlife Scar is a snow leopard and Joel is a lynx! Lizzie is a white cat with brown-red calico. After BigB and Cleo's... incident... Her red spots turned grey.
Doublelife desert duo are cats! Scar is a jungle cat and Gria is dumb cat orange cat. And Ren and B are dogs. I don't know dog breeds very well... I kinda feel like Ren is a lambardor. Lambramdor. Labdaror. Eeh. Let me Google it. Labrador! And BigB would be a calm soft friendly dog. Please dog people send help lol.
I don't have much about limitedlife (even though it's my second favourite lol) but Bad Boys could be vexes. That would be fun!
And secretlife roomates are WOLVES and I have A BRAINROT. PLEASE. I'M INSANE. it FITS THEM.
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aadrawings · 1 year
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takin’ a slice of the pie
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the-brawl-girl · 1 year
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What is "death" to a box who somehow keeps on "dying", yet usually comes back despite all odds?
Someone to run far, FAR away from.
(The outfits are totally not a reference to a movie or anything.)
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