#prize pigs

[petsincollections]

Pigs, 1957. University Photograph Collection (RG 110-176). Special Collections and University Archives, University of Massachusetts Amherst Libraries

University Photograph Collection

[arthurroseart]

Finished my "Aengus the Prize Winning Hog" fan animation!!! Song by The Toxhards!!!

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Can Manufacturers' Institute Inc, 1945

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Prize Pig

The habit of building farmhouses and barns began among the inhabitants of the Marish down by the Brandywine.

Artist: Bartłomiej Gaweł TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[imjustanotherhater]

[rxttenfish]

sits here and thinks of ways i can make miranda's life So Much Worse via minor worldbuilding additions to really rub it in that she's had her entire life planned out so extensively for her that she's basically only involved as the last guarantee that it all comes to pass and she's already dead before she was ever even born

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

I have to say it's so crazy getting attention on ao3. I forgot that if you write characters people are actually interested in 1 in 15 readers might glance at the kudos button

[skin-of-my-teeth]

Fresh on the Farm

Tags: Farm AU, Feedism, Vore, Hybrids, Hunting, Predator/Large wolf Namjoon, Preys/Fat piggies Jimin and Jungkook, Dumb little pigs, Fearplay, Teasing, Sadistic wolf Namjoon, Swallowing whole, Hard vore, Belly gurgles, Digesting, Gas, Forcing Jimin to watch, Unwilling prey, Poor lil babies. <3

Jimin and Jungkook have heard the rumors that a wolf was hunting around the neighboring farms devouring pigs, but they don't really believe it until their friend Taehyung disappears. The pig is said to have been eaten up by a large, fat wolf.

Their owner Seokjin keeps the two piggies safe and sound in their pens until the wolf sightings die off weeks later. Everyone assumes that the predator had moved on to new pastures. Nearly a month drags by with no news. Farmers open up their gates again, and Jungkook and Jimin are let back out to play.

Silly humans are too trusting with their fat livestock. They don't know how patient, sly, and cunning wolves are...

Namjoon watches the farmer's truck pull out of the driveway and toddle away down the road. He licks his lips, turning towards the red barn that houses a nice, fat pig that he saw from a distance.

The wolf bangs on the locked barn door, crashing it down with his strength. He hears a scared little oink somewhere inside and grins. Dinner. He sniffs the air. The scent of a fat little piggy fills his nose and his mouth waters.

"Here piggy piggy-" he calls into the dark, his predator eyes adjusting quickly to hunt. The pig must think he can hide. He should know better, but hogs aren't bred for their brains... they're known for being fat and delicious.

Namjoon begins stalking forwards, slinking through the dark shadows. "Come out to play..." he croons, "a fat little thing like you must understand how terrible it feels to be hungry..."

He slams open the first stall door and finds it empty. He slinks to the second.

"It's been so long since I've had a delicious... fattened hog in my gut." Namjoon shoves the next open, tearing the lock right off it's hinges. Empty. There's only one left. Namjoon sees a shadow tremble out of the corner of his eye and he turns, padding over to it stealthily.

His belly growls deep and loud in the silence, echoing in the barn and begging greedily for prey. The hungry sound is met with a muffled little squeal of terror followed by a near silent "hush, Koo".

Oh? There's two pigs? Namjoon grins even wider as he hunts. That must be why it smells so delicious. Double the fat. Double the feast.

He manages to circle around and sneak up behind two of the roundest pigs that he's gotten the pleasure of eating in a long time. They're even fatter than the last pig he got ahold of last month.

They're hiding behind stacks of hay and clutching eachother. Cute, dumb little things. The younger, fatter one must be the squealing pig Koo, while the older has their hands clamped over the chubby one's mouth. Namjoon licks his lips in anticipation as his mouth waters. The wolf loves when pigs squeal inside of his belly as he devours them. He'll gobble up the fatter, wider, more delicious one first. Maybe he can stuff the slightly less chubby one in the meantime and fatten him up even more...

The wolf sneaks right up behind them, the two dumb piggies looking in the direction he last spoke.

"What delicious, fat hogs~" The wolf purrs lowly in their ears, caressing their plump rolls with his claws. They both scream and scramble to get away.

Namjoon chooses the slower of the two. The thick, fattened one. He grips the chubby ankles and drags him back as his prey squeals in terror, "Minie!!"

Namjoon snatches and gobbles down the hog Koo without a second thought. The pig is safer in his belly anyways. The wolf gulps him down and grunts as the meal fills his gut, making it swell out heavy and round, drooping with the weight. Namjoon takes one moment to belch and pat his full belly in praise... and then he pounces on the second hog waddling slowly. Such an easy hunt.

Namjoon sits on him, crushing him and resting his heavy belly on the pig's chest so the poor little thing is forced to look at the wolf's massive gut filled with his friend. With his second helping safely pinned down, Namjoon chuckles and purrs. He loves eating pigs so much. He loves playing with his food even more.

The massive wolf brings his chubby paws up to the top of his belly, and he begins rubbing.

"What a fat, delicious treat you are~" He cooes down to his bloated gut and rubs the sides. The plump piggy inside oinks and squeals, muffled underneath the thick blubbery padding keeping his meal securely in place. The pig wiggles and fights, but Namjoon just chuckles. There's no way out once his meal is inside of his greedy, gluttonous belly.

He rubs over his gut in praise and belches deeply in satisfaction. "Such a fat little thing~ No more than a meal for my belly to devour. Piggies are meant to be eaten... Don't you think so too, chubby?" He asks the pig trapped underneath Namjoon’s huge gut and pats his chubby cheek patronizingly. The pig called Minie sobs, snorts and snuffles, wailing and oinking as he cries. "K-koo!"

The dumb little thing is confronted with the view of the predator's massive swell of weight, a deep navel right at the front. The fat jiggles on him as Koo struggles inside.

Namjoon barks a laugh and indulges in caressing his belly again, showing the hog that his friend is pork in his gut.

"You're next~" He grins over his huge middle crushing the hog. "Once I devour your fat little friend... you're my next meal. It shouldn't be long now..." Namjoon's stomach gurgles on cue, his predator belly so excited to digest the fat pig, and the wolf beams after another belch and a helpless plea filtering from inside of his gut.

"Ah! Perfect. Time to enjoy my meal. You get the pleasure of watching your plump little friend slowly be devoured and digested~"

He grunts and leans to the side to fart deeply, sighing happily as the pig in his belly squeals for help and settles in deeper, ready to be devoured by the greedy wolf.

Namjoon purrs at the sight as the prey crushed underneath his gut sobs and is forced to feel the deep, delicious gurgles sloshing on him as the wolf’s gut slowly bloats... getting softer, fatter, and heavier as the pig in his belly is gobbled up.

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

i realized. by july i'll have been on all PIGS countries 😳😳😳😳

[dragonsongmakhali]

did a big Khasan lore rewrite with my husband this weekend. Changed a few things about Makhali too, though nothing that was ever super important here. Freshly invigorated by blorbo restructure 😀✨️

[arthurroseart]

new WIPS on patreon!

Working on an animation for the song "Angus the Prize Winning Hog" and there's some explorations are on my patreon if you'd like to see them and all of my art early for only 3 bucks!!!

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[risingsunresistance]

where did u get nether star charm I love him........

no idea! a friend gave it to me as a gift, it was an old piece of jewelry. think it was a necklace? and i also think it wasn't his, i think it was his grandma's...? so who knows how old it is or where it came from :0

it's an opal in the middle, can't get a good picture of it but just know it shines orange when light hits it. the star key ring thing that holds it together was not a part of it, that was added on later so i could hook it onto stuff

[asoftenderlove]

White supremacy makes me sick. What kind of bizarro universe are we living in where s**ney *weeny and j*nnider *niston are considered bombshells? Don't even get me started on the cave beast looking yt men they tell us to lust after

[royalreef]

@infernalpursuit​ inquired: what's your muse's biggest dream? and in return, what's your muses worst nightmare? their best and worst possible ending according to them?

(( Miranda’s an odd muse when it comes to this question.

She’s someone who spends a lot of her time catastrophizing, constantly afraid that the worst is just about to happen, that something horrific is right around the corner. She’s constantly terrified in general, honestly, thinking of the world as dangerous and scary and thus kept closer to the Merkingdom for it, closer to their projected ideal life for her. The world is big, and scary, and it wants to hurt her. A lot of things would hurt her, and kill her, and do utterly unspeakable things to her, and they would do so at the first chance they get. Even moreso, a lot of these things want to destroy the Merkingdom, or want to harm it, and thus destroy all safety Miranda currently has and any future safety she could possibly find, stranding her in a world that wants to devour her whole.

In contrast, she finds it incredibly difficult to speak negatively about the Merkingdom. Sure, she’ll voice complaints and has things she would want done better, but that’s just it. A complaint about the way it’s operating isn’t negative about the Merkingdom overall, and in fact further supports its place and legitimizes its power. Miranda has a lot of issues admitting to herself even minor critiques and criticisms about the Merkingdom, about anything that suggests that it isn’t ultimate, that it isn’t final, that it doesn’t define her entire being, or that it’s harming her and harming the world at large. The Merkingdom is the entirety of the world that’s good, in her eyes. The Merkingdom is all she’s known and, if all goes according to plan, all she’ll ever know. To bring people to the Merkingdom is to promise them safety. To bring people under Merkingdom rule is to give them honor, justice, freedom, care, a future.

And this is when I reveal that, despite all of that, despite how black and white things are in Miranda’s mind, she actually doesn’t have any ideas as to what a good ending would look like for her, let alone the best ending. And for all of her fears and her terrors, she never actually conceived of a bad ending for herself, let alone the worst possible ending.

The first issue is the simplest. Miranda just... doesn’t think about the future.

I mean — she thinks about the future aplenty. But this is the worrying of someone who knows that an event is coming up, that it’s scheduled, and who has had it hung over her head like a swinging blade. She is not someone who thinks about what the future will look like. She is terrified of the future, constantly scared of it, and for that, avoids it. She avoids considering what she might be doing a year from now, or even a few months from now. Anything other than the present quickly vanishes from her mind, the shape of it unknown by her, unconceived and unthought. Miranda does not want to think about what she will look like when she’s older, so she doesn’t. She doesn’t want to think about having to take a suitor, so she refuses to consider what that would even look like.

Even moreso, she has to survive now first, and that occupies most of her mind. People who don’t know if today is guaranteed can’t afford to think about tomorrow, and this holds true for Miranda too. She’s spent so long in survival mode that she can’t consider anything other than the present, and she struggles to even recognize the passage of time due to this.

But, even moreso, Miranda just... doesn’t know what a good ending nor a bad ending would look like.

Miranda has a lot of fears, yes, and she is terrified of everything and constantly presented with horrible things that could happen to her, things that could happen if she strays, or if she’s not as good as she should have been, or if she can’t handle her duties, or if she fails the Merkingdom, or if the Merkingdom falls, or so on. There is a massive list of what-ifs, a list of threats and dangers, and Miranda has wrapped them all neatly up into a big box labelled as “ALL THE BAD MOST WORST THINGS THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN EVER” and she taped it shut and made sure she could never open it again and refuses to look at it. She only ever things about it in order to fear it, and be terrified of it, and never, ever goes near it or considers it or thinks about what might be inside. Because if she considered what was inside it, then she might start to think about them. If she began to seriously think about them, then she might start to think about how they might come about, and the logistical implications of them. And if she did that, then she might start to question them.

The same has happened for what Miranda thinks would make a good future. She has a list of things that the Merkingdom said is good and said that she wanted, and she took them, and accepted them, and refused to ever once think about them ever again.

In fact, she wants to stop thinking about them. She actively feels distress when she starts thinking about the future that she’s supposed to want, that she does want, and she doesn’t know why, and the fact that she’s feeling this and doesn’t know why is enough to freak her out and refuse to ever once think about it ever deeper again. Whatever the Merkingdom says she wants, she wants. She does not want to explain why she wants these things. She does not want to explain why these things are good. She does not want to explain how she plans to achieve these things. She just wants to want these things, and for them to suddenly manifest one day, and for no further input to be offered from herself.

More than anything, the most Miranda ever thinks about the future is wanting for, when something happens, that she won’t feel a thing and will go about her life as though nothing at all has changed.

Honestly, Miranda is just... A person who legitimately does not know who she is.

All of her sense of personal identity has been either single-handedly destroyed or disallowed to develop by the Merkingdom, and now she doesn’t even have answers to some of the most basic questions about herself. She has been purposefully left rudderless, left without a sense of identity or personhood, because she’s an object.

She is a tool for the Merkingdom to use, and her developing any sense of self would be akin to a tool developing rust. She does not need it for what she is going to be used for. It will only get in the way. So it’s shucked off, and she’s kept away from situations where she might start developing it, and the Merkingdom still remains in exquisite control over her. Tools don’t have ambition. Tools don’t need personalities. Tools don’t need to think about the future. Tools just need to do, and that’s all.

She has no biggest dream. She has no worst nightmare. She has no worst ending. She has no best ending. She fears everything in the world and she loves exactly what she is told to love.

She is going to be what the Merkingdom wants her to be, and then she will die. That’s all.

[skeletalheartattack]

Umm i was just talking to the demons that haunt you and they said your stinky?? Sorry

yuuuup. the haunting and insults of the demons are infinite and unending. but such is the life of the humble pig farmer. yuuuuup. and the only moments of peace are when i'm among the Hogs of the Muddy Puddle. but they won't even let me eat out of the trough. it's been eight years and i still have to work my way up the ladder to being allowed to eat rotten apple cores and awesome brown slop. yuuuup. my life's preetty bad.