#Boxie

[pyrepostings]

Box boy-esque universe where recruitment cares a bit about some form of consent to turn people into boxies, so when whumper wants someone who won't be tricked into it they just capture and train their whumpee themselves.

Everyone in this universe is like 'what the fuck you can't do that' and because of corporations protecting themselves and general propaganda (I'm thinking almost apple villifing right to repair type vibe) everyone sees going the homemade route to be barbaric and cruel, but WRU is ethically sourcing and handling their officially branded boxies (of course)

So homemade boxie does get a chance to be rescued and recover and see whumper behind bars, but lives in a system of people going through the exact same thing as them but they don't get justice or sympathy.

Do you think a well meaning but susceptible to propaganda caretaker would purchase an off-the-shelf boxie to help with menial tasks during whumpee's recovery?

Maybe to show that 'you're not like them, see this one likes being depersoned'. Caretaker offhand insulting pet lib activists, thinking that it's an overreaction for whumpee to get mad at them for it.

I just think the contrast and hypocrisy could be neat.

[great-and-small]

Welcome to the family, Warlock! This handsome devil is a gulf coast box turtle that I adopted from Central Mississippi Turtle Rescue a few weeks ago. He’s been settling in beautifully and I have been having so much fun getting to know him.

Warlock came from an animal hoarding situation with very poor husbandry and as a result he suffers from a significant shell deformity. He can never be released into the wild, so I will endeavor to give him the very best life in captivity. He now lives in a large outdoor enclosure with plant life, different terrains to explore, and a small pond for soaking/relaxing. I truly hope to have him with me for a long time.

I have been hoping to adopt a boxie for quite some time and I am so thankful to this amazing rescue for their dedication to every single turtle in their care. The rescue is going through a temporary closure due to the founder’s health struggles, so if you are interested in any turtle apparel or merch their store is a great place to look and a wonderful cause to support. More than half of all turtle species are threatened or endangered; we desperately need organizations like this to tackle chelonian conservation on the frontlines. If you’re a turtle fan, definitely take a look!

https://www.teepublic.com/stores/cmtr-store?ref_id=6536

and please note this post will serve as your formal warning of many boring turtle videos to come in the future. The way he eats just delights me

[pigeonwhumps]

Cry for help

BBU masterlist

Taglist: @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump @augustofwhump

August of Whump day 2: IV | shock | cry for help

Melanie finds an abandoned pet on a street corner.

670 words

CWs: BBU, pet whump, abandonment, left to die, starvation, muzzle, collar, neglect, abuse, burn, blood, non-sexual nudity

Melanie scowls when she sees the large, battered crate at the end of the road. How are wheelchairs and buggies supposed to get past that?

She pauses to take a photo, and that's when she hears it.

A muffled thud is coming from the direction of the crate.

She frowns and tiptoes closer.

Thud.

A fist on wood.

Thud.

Melanie glances around. Nobody else in sight. She examines the crate more closely. It really is extremely battered. The sides are starting to cave in and she'll definitely get splinters if she touches it, but it's still structurally sound.

Just.

To a person as weak as those thumps imply.

Thud.

It's even quieter this time.

She touches the crate, flinching away automatically at the sharp scratch. Then she goes back in. The lid is fitted, and as she yanks it out the wood cracks.

Inside... inside, oh, god. She should've guessed from the size of the crate.

Their hair is matted and so thick with grime and dirt that she can't even begin to guess what colour it is. She'd think they were dead if it hadn't been for the weak knocking, if it wasn't for the head slowly raising to look at her, bony arm reaching out, hand outstretched. She fancies she can taste the desperation.

"Oh shit," Melanie breathes. Oh, shit. She reaches out and touches the pet's hand. They shudder but attempt to grip, thumb pressing lightly into the side of her hand.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, just in case just in case just in case, she reaches out with her free hand, hooks it under their shoulder, and pulls.

They whimper, a tiny sound that Melanie can only hear because she's pulled them right against her side. They both sink to the ground, Melanie's knees protesting at the all-too-familiar position, and the pet flops there, boneless, shivering, pressing their thumb in further in what's perhaps an attempt to hold on. The other arm is still curled protectively into their body.

"Sorry." She lifts their hair back from their face. "Can you show me your arm?"

Melanie's struck by the large, dark eyes that look up at her then, the pleading and desperation, the sheer agony in them. Permanent tear tracks are etched into the grime on their face, the same grime and blood and whatever else that doesn't bear thinking about that covers the rest of their body.

There's a muzzle, too. The worn leather and rusting metal are pressed into the pet's face, caked on with blood and dirt. Their collar is the same way.

She can't focus on that now though. There's nothing she can do, she can't remove them without at least a makeshift first aid kit on hand, and even if she could she can't risk the pet making such a noise that the police are called. And then she might be arrested for stealing a pet and then and then and then.

She can't let that happen.

She takes a deep breath. The pet uncurls their arm.

They would've had a barcode tattooed there once, but now... she shudders, hard. Their forearm is blistered and weeping, clearly untreated, uncovered, left to become infected in the dirt of that old, rotting crate.

Oh, shit.

She sets the pet (person, person, person) down, rising stiffly into a crouch. It's not really a conscious movement when she picks them up again, settling them in her arms. They turn into the warmth of her chest, still shivering.

One of the only good things to come out of those years, she supposes, is that she's now strong enough to carry people. Although... that wasn't those years, was it? It was all the ones that came after.

"It's okay. I'll try to help you, I promise."

She's not sure when she made the decision, but she's made up her mind. She's going to do for them what Tara did for her thirty years ago.

She's going to give this person a home.

[spookberry]

Its past their bedtime

[lloline]

my creations...

couldn't resist to make an artwork inspired by The Doctor's trailer!! i already so much in love with this character

[chloesimaginationthings]

Sorry poppy,, IT’S SECRET OF THE MIMIC TIME!!

[amberluvsbugs]

Draw Your Color This was one of my most favorite illustrations I've done for the team. Don't be afraid to show the colors that represent who you are, happy pride month ❤️

Speedpaint

Process is down below

[sittingupwiththedead]

"Moving while in the visible sprectrum is fucking exhausting okay? Jesus fucking christ you flesh bags with your bodies made of solid matter and your high and mighty ideas about how someone is 'supposed to move'. And then this fucking kid comes along and tries to move his core and stay in his fucking flesh bag just to make you people happy and you're gonna criticize him for it? Ancients the fuck do you people want? Some fucking people. This is why I like boxes."

"You okay Boxie?"

"I'm fine. Eat your Jello kid"

Short DPXDC Prompts #1049

Ghosts move… strangely. Almost cartoony or animated. They move as if they were animated on 1s and the rest of the world was animated on 2s. It’s just off putting for those who don’t have a trained eye, but for those who do can detect, something is fundamentally different about the ghost. Danny does his best to hide his ghostliness but no matter what he just can’t figure out how to move like a regular human.

[piggeon]

i made him play snake again

[gabrielapazlima]

Poppy WOKEtime

[boxh3ad]

idk lazy unfinished Damian sketch in my ever fluctuating artstyle as i reward myself for studying today lmao

love this little gremlin, the kinship goes strong. as a kid (tbh still now) i was like. obsessed with animals. think Warrior Cats, Animal Jam, Wild Kratts, literally anything i could get my hands on it was insane. also art ;) we also both studied the blade i was much milder though. id cry if i event SENSED the atmosphere shift.

am also unfortunately pondering my ever growing to-do list. like. i should probably get to those. maybe. perhaps.

idk goodnight

[appeypie]

Still figuring out how to draw him

[eliscz]

Silly little guy

[ajoure]

[AU]

Maintenance 🪛💊

some requests + just sketches. people asked me to draw harleith and Eddie/Stella taking care of each other really often

also Boxy and Yarnaby zoomies sketch is inspired by conversations with @metalkitty21

[tsubaki94]

Phantom Comic Ch.6

Page 19 <-->  Page 21

Begining

Masterpost

[ironicallyresurrected]

griddlehark comic i may never finish but its fine its fine