#ittybitty

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Itty Bitty Werewolves

The Itty Bitty Werewolves are cursed… to be adorable! When a tiny full moon appears, you can hear the cutest little blood-curdling howl ever echo over the bogs. Our 1-1/8" to 1-1/4" tall, soft vinyl Itty Bitty Werewolves have all the fierceness of actual werewolves without all the burden of a full-sized one.

[pulchramorationem]

Heheehehehheh my friend's dog made into a meme teehee :3

[ittybittykittyfingers]

8/16/24

Leaving work, I see a gaggle of young people who feel vaguely familiar, wearing backpacks and practical clothing. They are ascending the nearby steep hill where there is a covered trail.

I decide to lock up my store, leave my car behind, and follow them.

Fortunately, after a relief on our trek, I am openly received positively by them with a tone akin to a good friend's coolish aunt... though no one could place whose aunt I was (I did not know those kids but I also felt like I knew them? Dreams are weird).

After a couple of stops to check in, refresh water supplies, change clothes, and otherwise refuel, I began to feel left behind. However, the rest of our journey went without feelings or occurrences.

Trailing behind the pack, I was the last to see the magnificent ranch style building nuzzled amongst the enthusiastic flora that manicured the property. Wherever there was a sight to behold, the building had full-length windows. This place was built with intention towards observation.

(Now writing this awake, it reminds me of the humble nature centers that are scattered all over New England; where the intention of the place is clearly in line with how it was situated, but it also just feels like it was someone's house at some point. The juxtaposition holds magic.)

On arrival to this place

our group

each of us

scatters within the room without words.

We see what we want out of the experience made manifest.

An obelisk that, when activated, produces a mass hallucinatory effect. The building, and all of us inside, suddenly sink farther and farther into the Earth. We can all feel the pressure building. I cannot understate how intense and magnificently real this felt. It was hugely reminiscent of actual psychedelic come-ups that don't go great, and as such, are taxing on the mind and consciousnesses.

We all initially saw the earth warble and rise outside the full-length windows surrounding the room we were all in. That was terrifying and exhilarating enough. But then we sunk and sunk.

.darker and deeper.

It felt exactly like how you can tell when an elevator is moving, until the descension of the room accelerated to the point where we could physically feel the barometric pressure exacting itself on us in equal measure faster and faster again.

The pressure made it a blessing to breathe. The speed made it impossible to comprehend.

Many chose to start doing yoga, tai-chi, or meditation during the decent. The descent is a spiritual, albeit catastrophically so, experience for the entire room, regardless of expression. We can't be sure it isn't actually happening, at least on a spiritual level. It stays awful the entire time but I am struck by how pleasant it is to experience it with people whose instinct is to absorb it head-on. I admire the people in the room who do not lose themselves (that is to say I did encounter disgusting leaves that I specifically remember choosing to discard as soon as I woke up. So as I type this while awake I don't recall what they were like, just that that kind of thing was present.)

The guy running the place is able to make it stop. His presence is ominous. A blue light of three diamond shapes arranged in a pattern I don't remember floats to his hand; he grasps it; he crushes it in his fist while it shatters into a fine blue mist. A fucking weird smile becomes his face.

We immediately stop our descent. There's a beat.

We shoot upwards like a rocketship just as fervently as we had originally descended.

It's an unsettling relief.

We arrive back at surface level. There's a weighted pervasive afterglow feeling, I guess I'll have to call it.

I was definitely included in that collective euphoria+trauma place with these people.

It became a late-stage drug party atmosphere: the twirly-eyed twenty-somethings prostrated purposefully around the leader, careful to fix their hair and otherwise mindful of their everything; the entranced but experienced older give-ins tidying up or otherwise occupying themselves without consequence; and the rest, making fools of themselves outside the leader's immediate gaze though still painfully perceived, vomiting or making out or screaming or conjuring another occupation for their various orifices.

I quickly shake some of that when I notice a friend who I came here with getting sick. I take her by the waist and escort her outside to look for fresh air and water. I...well neither of those things were found outside so I ended up just walking her around the garden I guess which may have made it worse? I sit her down and notice that her skin is weirdly tight to her bones. Unfortunately, I somehow find that sexy and get momentarily distracted. I touch more of her both born of concern and fascination.

She doesn't respond at all. I disconnect enough to take stock of what's happening around me.

I become uncomfortable by realizing this is all some kind of hyper-advanced future stuff or some kind of alien technology or something beyond. I decide to process it as a scientific cult, at least, and I am uncomfortable. I remember what I saw before this written account was made.

My realizing all this has put me in danger.

The party has settled. There are plenty of people milling about the designated areas of the property. Everyone who is still unsettlingly high with sparkly eyes is just...being high with the leader in the main room. His gaze encompasses the walls and ceiling. Anyone else able to move wipes stuff down with random rags in cleaning motions. A few sets of purposeful eyes have grown sharper yet glossed over as their attendance wanes. The herd is thinner and I did not notice anyone leaving but I'm too busy blending in to consider it. I'm wondering how I'm going to get away because the leader ABSOLUTELY knows that I'm not falling for it and I can instinctively tell I am in danger because of it.

Then. (oh my fucking god then)

Holy shit incompetent Dave, my incompetent Dave, rocks up to the garden's back entrance sweaty, wearing only boxer briefs.

I'm not sure if he sees me pretending to clean in the garden when he drunkenly approaches and poses a dance while he slurs:

“where's the party at????"

The party was extremely done and extremely volatile. I was already in danger and now my incompetent love was too.

I scurry up to him lifting him under his shoulder with mine.

“what are you doing here‽‽‽"

“I'm here for the party BAYBEE!!"

He was much too loud.

I am unable to read the room as ideological orientations and sublimations abound.

We're in terrible trouble, both of us.

I ask him how he got here, how did he find me. I had questions and nary the wherewithal to parse them in natural sequence like I was used to.

He said he brought the car, our car, our beloved Licorice, our 2013 black Honda Civic.

I'm absolutely spellbound at the prospect of our comfy, beloved Licorice being nearby. We take measured steps to Licorice and make our speedy escape.

Then I woke up.

*****I woke up to relieve myself and then I remembered:

There was also an object that contains periodic table elements that it is slowly decaying inside of it. It feels like an ancient but hyper-advanced ...sand timer? It seems ominous. No further exploration of it occurred.

[purgatwhorey]

this @ddy script better get me 2 my ğẅ

[betrayalis]

[0bsequi0us]

What a naughty little boy!

[girldriveroscar]

OHHH THEYRE SICK FOR THIS

THEY ARE AWFUL TO MY HEALTH

[onerudegentleman]

HI BABY!!

[karkatbug]

I need you to know how much I appreciate your art & content, I have been OBSESSED with homestuck grubs ever since I first saw those fuckers. They're so shaped and it activates my paternal instincts and every single time you post karkat grub I spend like a solid five minutes looking at it before going into a new tab and starting up wigglersim

he is saying thank you

[creepy-dolls]

🕷️

[cantdealwiththisnow]

Part 2, tinyass RID2015 3x25 screenshots continued. because I mean just LOOK at Percy, he's definitely killed a man before

[silver-honey-bea]

oh yesss

wife( @hyperfixatedbean )

look cats

Oooo baby's first day home ooo

[rockybloo]

Those videos of people trying to feed frogs but the frog winds up staring them down and the person trying to bargain with them not to bite them, only for the frog to leap directly at the camera

but it's Amara trying to tape her feeding Itty Bittybat some fruit slices and him staring straight at her, her telling him "Do not." because she knows that look in his eyes very well, and him just letting out a trill before leaping toward her face/the camera as she screams and the video abruptly cuts

[camrosewilds]

Pigeon and Stormtail, expect while using a size thing to get the heights right while i draw them it turns out pigeon is like the size of a literal bug

Pigeons Measurements :

I love my tiny bug son

[happystarzarchive]

i need 2 stress that youguys Need 2 draw argos twomp more pathetic . he has this specific scraggly stray dog / busted up radiator swag that some of you guys are just Not capturing in fanart

[slavhew]

12/11/2023

realized i completley forgot to post these mspaint rufii. ig i was saving them to be part of a bigger sketchpile but i didnt get far on my replay :(