#and capochin had inspekta.

[legofemme]

The faster i finish my research proposal the faster i can write capochin and razzma hitting each other with chairs

[sugabun-arts]

Kissin the homies gnight

[time-woods]

takea propa-ganda at this burgr

[marseafish]

do all new yorkers do this

[weirdalchemy]

simping ain't easy

[pan-of-justice]

Butcher Vanity

(Warning for: Gore, C@nnibalism, Spoilers, and Eyestrain? [idk it’s a lot of bright yellow])

Something something devotion something something cannibalism

[artuurle]

"I have hands for building altars Lips to pray to reckless gods Yeah, I was made to be a devotee " " Won't someone teach me to love without it swallowing me whole, If to be loved is to be changed, I'm only worsenin' " you can see where i gave up on this but WHATEVAH. i usually work in doodles and sketches for a reason lol.

[greatgoddyke]

time to make your choice only you can be the one

[sweetberry-roebuck]

Ekta and da bizzyboys sketchbook spread DONE we BALL!!!!!!!!!

volume warning for the video! ⬇️ I was listening to Brutus when I took it and then kept the audio cause it fit lol

[sunsetcorvid]

i don't know what i did but i guess godpoke is dead now (second voice is my boyfriend @kryptickrow )

@limbolanegames tagging in case yall wanna see this, might be a bug?? might have somehow softlocked myself??? i am Unsure but it's a little funny either way

[webbedbugge]

‼️‼️MAJOR GREAT GOD GROVE SPOILERS UNDER CUT ‼️‼️

Hey chat remember when capochin said he was the one who distributed the letters AND inspekta had him write them...gulp

[yugsly]

Hey uhhh. Sorry if this is too spoilery. So that Zine. Mentioning Capochin. THE FULL ON EMO EXCLUSIVE.

Do you think Capochin and [Redacted] improve together? They got a lot of work to do?? Is it okay for them to be together?

I wanna know MORE and I just. People are SCARED for Capochin myself included uhhhh.

PLEASE I NEED ANSWERS

Hey, before I say anything- I know they're mine and Day's characters, but anything I talk about related to "post-game" or context not in-game is still "speculation". Meaning, not necessarily canon unless it was something recorded in dev-text or something I specifically had in mind while creating it, not after. I would never want to snuff out anyone's own ideas for what things "mean". THAT BEING SAID, I have some things to say- DO NOT READ ON UNLESS YOU HAVE COMPLETED THE GAME:

So, It's pretty complicated and I've thought about it a lot during and after making the game. Hector's got to do a LOT of work to even earn Capochin's forgiveness, if he'll even give it to him. (if most anyone will give it to him, really.) It's a silly cartoon game but yes, the situation is pretty grim. I mean, you've seen that cooking video Capo made. You've seen what he said when you faced him at the end of the line. All those implications. Without getting into specifics, yeah, the situation was really, really bad. But it's complex. It's not black and white. Hector and Capo knew eachother for a long long time even before Hector became Inspekta (a nosy person might have noticed the news clippings in Milldread). So they go way back- and I imagine things were pretty great up until, and a good ways into Hector ascending. But you know, there was a certain turning point- leading to where he ended up. Razzma speaks on this a bit, throughout. (Razzma has a lot of interesting background tidbits, explore giving her different phrases!) Him realizing that becoming a god didn't solve his insecurities like he thought they might... and more... I won't elaborate too much, because I want you to imagine it yourself. I only want to spread a few bread crumbs and let you make up your minds, even if I have my own thoughts, you know? Your question: "Is it okay for them to be together?" Well, that's up to you to decide. It's okay to imagine whatever you want. Capo forgives Hector eventually? Great. He never forgives him? Also Great! Do I wish I had more time in-game to elaborate on these things? Sure, I do. There's a handful of things I'd love to have explored. But I also like that it's open ended- you can tell, at the end, even though the day was saved, Hector and Capo feel awful. Sure, Capochin gave him that confidence boost to save the day- nothing he said was a lie- it was just the right thing to do in the moment. But you know, they don't really get a chance to really hash it out. It allows for y'all to really brainstorm, the world is your oyster. Whatever you come up with- be kind to eachother and respect eachother's ideas, okay?

[elkian]

A note on Great God Grove's core story (as in, MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW) and me, specifically:

An important reminder I got from playing Great God Grove is that I am susceptible to propaganda.

It's been argued that everyone is to some extent, but I don't know nearly enough about the subject to comment.

It's interesting watching LPs where the chat goes 'huh that's sus' about parts I blithely blitzed through. I've mentioned before that I had incorrect assertions of Bauhauzzo's personality; watching these LPs, I realize it's because almost all of the information I went in with came from a suspect source. The God Awards is a masterpiece of misinformation that completely went over my head the first time. I was going 'haha LimboLane is doing puppet videos again' and chuckling over how the BizzyBoys crammed Inspekta into Miss M's place, and was so accepting of the whimsy that I missed some red flags.

I thought the post-Milldread fight was odd - especially when Inspekta claimed he couldn't stop them because they wouldn't listen to him. The Bizzys are so excitable that it is plausible they might not listen... but he's supposed to be the God of Leadership.

The sword statues are weird and there's definitely an oversaturation of Inspekta merch in Hobbyhoo, but I genuinely didn't get a real clue until BuzzHuzz. And watching other people play, I'm catching all kinds of foreshadowing - Inspekta claiming to have intercepted Click Clack's letter, while Click Clack says Inspekta delivered it! The fact that Inspekta didn't receive a cruel 'King' letter of his own! And so much more! The game is absolutely rife with foreshadowing, but between the whimsy that's key to both LimboLane games I've played, the goofiness of the BizzyBoys, and how harmless and cute they seem for a while - that weaponized incompetence - that it took me, if not by surprise, then at least a really damn long time to truly catch on.

Something definitely feels weird by the time you reach Hobbyhoo, but I was on the fence - and it took me longer to be sure whether it was Inspekta or Capochin who'd initiated the whole thing.

This is far from the first time I've missed a hidden message or direction of a story until a major plot twist or outright revisiting it years later. It doesn't surprise me at all. But it is a good reminder. The Bizzyboys and Inspekta work as the villains they are because they are so adorable, and tiny, and harmless, and clueless! They're just lil guys! How can you be so mean! And that is a genuine risk in the real world, where truly nasty movements are shrouded behind absurdity and Disney-cuteness. Rick Brick referencing "family values" was as unsubtle as his namesake to the face.

[samthecookielord]

My first exposure to ggg is actually watching my friend @a-queer-kitkat play and we call this the "5d chess playthrough" because she had already beaten the game twice so she knew everything.

I accidentally found out the twist before she even started the new save for me. and I pretended to be completely oblivious to the twist, pretended to be in absolute agony when she blew up those inspekta plushes in hobbyhoo, and pretended to not notice the obvious hints about inspekta in buzzhuzz. Up until after the capochin fight adjbfsdjfhsf

So anyways heres doodles of our godpokes together loosely based on the 5d chess playthrough, where my (theoretically) post-game godpoke is inexplicably yoted to Kit's godpoke's timeline. Co-op ggg when lol

[smileposting]

inspekta is shady as hell: a list of observations from me and @burnoutelysium compiled from discord

first, the obvious: everyone Immediately credits inspekta with cheering up ms mitternacht at the end of the demo (with capochin's prompting) and inspekta and co. Insist on coming with you to milldread... is it the bizzyboys buying into their own hype as the closest thing the grove has to law enforcement? or is it inspekta trying to make sure that future historians know that he saved the day, as per his letter?

SPEAKING OF LETTERS: every other letter that shows up in the demo's UI is allegedly written by king and addressed to another god - EXCEPT for inspekta's, which is a letter FROM him.

everyone else has nothing but nice things to say about king before their apparent betrayal, EXCEPT for inspekta, who apparently always knew they were a bad egg waiting to hatch.

in king's letter to ms mitternacht, they pawn their job off on inspekta as an apparent afterthought, since he'll never be respected anyway. except... A.) that job was Exactly how king came to be as beloved as they were, and B.) inspekta claims in a separate conversation with godpoke that he already gets no respect. a learned belief? or perhaps a bit of projection?

ms mitternacht also Repeatedly points out how un-eloquent the letter is - odd, considering that king was elected to become The Eloquent God.

inspekta is both the one who gives us that letter And the one who claims that king's goal is to become the sole ruler of the grove by letting the rift open, since the roles of human and god become reversed once on the other side. a god of leadership would know quite a bit about organizing a coup, wouldn't they?

anyways i have no idea if inspekta will be the Sole shady god in this shindig, or if we come to learn that Everyone has a few points of suspicion in the full game, but i will say he almost Immediately became way more endearing to me when i noticed these/had them pointed out to me.

[chrozn0]

Clownetownie keeps dragging me into new fandoms like a doll on a leash/pos. The result is this Inspekchin fic

CWs

Cannibalism

Toxic relationships

A bit of self worth issues

Mentions of sex

True Devotion (Burgie)

  Capochin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. Next to him was god, his god. His Inspekta shared the bed and curled around him. He could feel the lumpy hands through Inspektas coat. The hands that held him so sweetly, cared for him, gave him so much.

  How many people could say they've been in his shoes? He'd just had sex with not only a god, but his god. The one true deity that would rule above them all because that's what his Inspekta deserved. His smart, charismatic, perfect Inspekta.

  Capochin wouldn't say he was gay, far from it. He was straight as a pole! Having sex with a god wasn't gay after all, he's a god! Anyone would have sex with a god if given the chance, and Capochin just had that chance. And if his heart raced…well, what's it to you? It's not like it mattered. Inspektas a god and Capochin was a mortal. A mortal who wasn't even close to being elected to godhood.

  His gaze traveled down to Inspektas face, smooth and relaxed. Relaxed as he deserved to be. The god could get so stressed, he has the weight of the world resting on his shoulders. It was good to see him calm like this. He gave off the illusion of a lover with how he curled around Capochin, encapsulated his devotee, mirroring how Inspektas will wrapped around his mind, chained down his soul, caged his heart- scratch that last bit.

  Capochin closed his eyes and instead of the sweet embrace of sleep, he found himself remembering Inspekta not long prior. How he looked on his back, his hands Drain the hands…they smothered him with the lo-lust of a god getting what he deserved, the way he looked up at Capochin with hunger like you'd never believe, like he was looking at the juiciest steak and Inspekta was a starving man about to gobble him up…

  It churned something in Capochin then, and it was churning something in him now. The pure unbridled hunger…it gave him an idea. A sick, sick idea but Drain did it sounds so very appealing. He was consumed by his devotion already, so what if he wanted to bring that further? Be fully and utterly consumed by love- love for his god of course. Nothing untoward.

  He'd already been inside Inspekta in one way…who's to say he couldn't be in another? Let a part of him reach where no other follower would? Fuel his god with more than his love- er, devotion. By his loyalty and faithfulness.

  The idea was more and more appealing by the second and he couldn't talk himself down. Capochin fell asleep with the idea of being utterly consumed by the god he'd already devoted his life to. Being part of his perfect, incredible god.

  Capochin held the carving knife in his hand, surprisingly steady for the act he was about to commit. A bowl was ready right in front of him, so was his first aid kit. The apartment was silent, the kind of silence that screamed at you. He had the knife ready and waiting and slowly brought it to his stomach, figuring the accumulated fat would make the action easier. He was going to carve himself open after all, he should get that bit of relief.

  He took a deep breath in and slowly, carefully, pushed the blade into his stomach. Pain bristled through his flesh and the knife burned with the friction while it moved through him. The action was akin to how a butcher would prepare a prize cow, exposing his insides to the air around.

  His bright red love poured out of his wound in the form of blood. The blood was hot as it dribbled down, catching the air to cool itself looking for a relief to the fire of his loyalty. He carved his adoration out of himself and the burning flame of its removal left him cold in its wake. Beautiful, perfect pain for his Inspekta. Capochin angled himself over the bowl to catch as much of his blood as he could, he'd use it. He'd use every bit of himself to satisfy his god, because Inspekta deserved nothing less than his entirety.

  He carefully set the meat he carved from himself into the bowl, his hands trembled holding it. It was then he noticed the tear that fell from his face and landed on the cut of meat. When had he begun crying? Did that matter?... He supposed not. It wasn't the most important matter at hand after all.

  He carefully dragged over the first aid kit, leaving his gore all over the box. Carefully he wove his flesh back together using a red thread as a tribute to his Inspekta. The way Inspekta fixed him, found a place for him to fit. The kind god he was, he cared so much for his best frie-second in command.

  By the time he'd finished, Capochin was cold and trembling all over and in pain, but he didnt regret a thing. Anything for his Inspekta. Anything. Even if that meant he'd be spilling himself into the air, his insides meeting the air it never would have touched otherwise.

  Capochin shakily brought himself onto his feet, the bowl of his meat in hand, and he began to move, shuffling himself over towards the prepped table.

  His body was tired, his adoration is what often fueled him after all and he's removed so much of it…he wanted to rest. But no, he couldn't. Not now. He'd carved himself open for his god and he'd be damned if he let the effort go to waste. He felt lighter with the removed flesh, and though that could be contributed to blood loss he didn't care.

  Capochin scrutinized his meat, looking at the hunk of himself he'd set aside for his god. He knew he was good enough, knew it was going to be good enough but…he had to look at it, had to make sure. Had to-

  The meat itself didn't look bad, comparable to the high quality stuff he usually got from the butcher, but the cut on the other hand…deplorable. Too thick in one end and too thin on another. It wasn't near good enough for Inspekta, but Capochin expected that of himself. It was his first time carving into himself, of course he had to grind it down first. Hell, he'd even bought other kinds of meat if he couldn't get enough of himself out. But he'd been able to push through, Inspekta would have him. All of him, and just him.

  Capochin watched as he pushed his meat through the machine and out came ground up bits of him. He shivered at the sight of his own flesh ground up, looking no different than some kind of animal meat. Pasture grown livestock.

  It gave him pause for a bit, seeing himself like that... How different was he from some kind of animal, really? Flesh and blood and bone and viscera. But no, he wasn't some idiotic pasture raised cattle, bumbling around eating grass and shitting (though the eating grass reminded him of a certain one lettered man he knew...). He was Capochin, head of the bizzyboys. Right hand of Inspekta. He was so much more than livestock, and his Inspekta deserved more than livestock, and his Inspekta would get more than mere livestock. He'd get it now, and he'd get it for as long as Capochin was alive to give it to him.

  Inspekta would get his complete and utter dedication, body and soul. Capochin opened his spice cabinet and began seasoning his meat, just as he would with other burgies. The mental image of Inspektas hungry face egging him on as he toasted the buns and added the veggies and cooked himself up in his best pan.

  The smell of his meat filled the apartment when he cooked it, and it was so odd to smell it. How many could say they knew what they smelled like when they were cooked? Not many, he'd imagine. Not many would get to see their god tear into them, consume their own meat and grade them. But Capochin wasn't many people. And for that, he was happy.

  Capochin wrapped the stitches before he donned his uniform, he didn't want it to be stained by his blood after all. God forbid he be unable to wear one of his many uniforms around because they're stained with blood. Inspekta had been making him get the bizzyboys to be more…strict in how they handled things since he ascended, but they hadn't reached bloody levels of strictness…not yet.

  Capochin packaged up himself nice and pretty before he left to meet with Inspekta, taking care to plate it all beautifully, the bits of himself sitting gorgeously on the platter practocslly screaming to be eaten. And they would be, soon, by the only one Capochin would ever give himself to in full. By his god. By the only one that mattered.

  “Inspekta?” Capochin called as he entered the God Complex

  “Cappy!” Came his gods voice “Come on in! I was waiting for yew!��

  And the gorgeous being was waiting just as he said he'd be under that desk. Damn how it gave him ideas, seeing Inspekta peek up from him at the space, gorgeous eyes looking up at him.

  Capochin lowered himself under the desk and suddenly that lightness was gone, replaced with sickening fear. What if Capochin wasn't the best? Wasn't good enough? Wasn't- “I brought yer burgie”

  “Oh it smells ink-red-able Cheffie! Didja try somethin new?”

  He knew, he could smell it. He knew. “Yeah, tell me how ya like it” the plate was heavy in his hand, like he was holding all of his sins on a platter for the only one that mattered. He offered it out, giving himself to his god once again.

  “Oh I know I'm gonna love it Cappy! It smells dee-lick-table!” Inspekta takes it from him, accepting his greatest offering, and picked up the burgie in his hands. The burgie bled on his hands as he held it, sauce and ketchup staining Inspekta and he wasn't afraid of it. He was okay with the bleeding love Capochin felt for him.

  The devotee watched as his god opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into the burgie, watched every minute facial expression. Every twitch and change, as he always did. All signs pointed up, pointed to Inspekta liking it. Capochin felt a pain in his wound, like Inspekta was biting into him. It was electrifying. Perfect, perfect, perfect. Every bit of this was perfect.

  Inspekta swallowed him down and grinned, his eyes sparkled “Cappy, it's so good! This has got to be the best burgie you've made me! What didja do diff-rent?” the praise flowed from Inspektas mouth like a waterfall, beautiful.

  Capochin smirked “That's a secret boss. Ya really like it?”

  “Like it? Cappy I love it! It's magnet-fo-cent!” Inspekta took another bite for emphasis and it painted him again so beautifully.

  “Thanks Speks” Capochin kept his eyes on his god, watching as he ate and ate and ate him all up, consuming Capochin. Greedily taking every bit of Capochin that the man would offer, and hell if he wouldn't offer it all. He had his mind and soul already, now he consumed his body.

  Every bit of Capochin was for his god, his life devoted to the man that brought him out of the drain, gave him purpose. His purpose was to belong to Inspekta. He didn't care if it was unhealthy, didn't care if he shouldn't rely his worth so much on a deity. Beauty was in his god, and love for his god was in him.