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Full-size for quality … I LOVE this pic @horrorlocke drew for these idiots … stinky old men .

#krampus #the grinch #krampus.#der grinch.#fucks SAKE LOOK AT THEM!!!!!#save tag.

@entirelyloathes .

“ A house built on lies has a weak foundation. ”

“ . . . I’d recommend ditching the Santa--suit. ”

He‘s all too familiar with the art of hangover cures, and perhaps it’s that thin little strand of understanding that prompts the Grinch to set the bowl in front of Krampus, its contents sloshing around. The brownish liquid is made from simmered-down animal bones, skin, tendons, ligaments, marrow, and feet — all part of a nutritious breakfast! “Here. So I don’t have to listen to your whining and moping later.” The Grinch points his snout in the air, haughtily. “That’s /my/ job.”

IF THERE IS AN EXPECTATION OF DISGUST, IT IS LOST ON THE LIKES OF THE YULE LORD.

LET’S SAY, HOWEVER, THAT THERE WAS NOT, AND THAT DER GRINCH OFFERED HIS CULINARY SERVICES OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF HIS OWN SMALL HEART!! – YES, LET’S SAY THAT, BECAUSE REALLY, KRAMPUS IS FAR TOO STRUNG-OUT TO THINK ANY FURTHER ABOUT THE MATTER. – THAT IS WORTH A SMILE! SO A SMILE HE GIVES, THOUGH IT’S MORE OF A PULL AT THE EDGES OF HIS MOUTH, MORE OF A BEAST-SHOWING-TEETH.

( HE TRIED. )

“ What a sweet boy you are. So considerate. ”

SO BEGINS THE RITUAL OF CONSUMPTION.

OUR OLD GOD’S HEAD TILTS INTO A BACKWARDS INCLINE, TILL HIS SNOUT POINTS FULLY UPRIGHT, THEN: KRAMPUS PROCEEDS TO DUMP THE WRETCHED, STEAMING BREW INTO HIS GULLET, BONES, BROTH, EYES OR TEETH. ONE SINGLE CRUNCH, WHEN A PARTICULARLY LENGTHY METACARPAL GETS STUCK ON THE WAY DOWN – BUT WHAT’D YOU EXPECT OF A GOAT? PICKY EATING?

( EXPECT EYE CONTACT, INSTEAD.INTENSE, UNCOMFORTABLE, UNENDING EYE CONTACT. )

“ Do send my compliments to the chef. ”

BURP.

#ic.#der grinch.#you gross fucks deserve each other

ENTER STAGE-LEFT, ORANGE IN HAND, CURRENT PROCESS OF PEELING UNDERWAY. THIS IS NOT HIS SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN, AND YET, HE IS HERE, AND AS FAR AS HE IS CONCERNED, HE OWNS THE WHOLE DAMN ROCK. HE HAS ANGERED THE ADJOINING CAVE SYSTEM’S PRIMARY RESIDENT. SAID RESIDENT HAS BEEN SCREAMING NONSENSE AT HIM FOR HALF AN HOUR. KRAMPUS WISHES HE COULD SAY HE’S GROWN NUMB TO IT.

HE HASN’T.

“ Your splendidly curly eyelashes do nothing to deter me. My point rem-- -ains -- I am the Yule Lord, and You are the Trespasser here. ”

#ic.#der grinch.

whips a crushed-up soda can at the so-called 'Yule Lord's' stupid horned head, full-force and cackling. "HE SHOOTS! HE SCORES!" please, krampus, do something about your new... roommate.

‘SOMETHING’ ARRIVES, AND ARRIVES PROMPTLY: A SET OF MASSIVE TALONS CURLING INTO THE SMALLER MONSTER’S SILKY, NETTLED GOWN. THE REMAINS OF THE MOUNTAIN DEW ( why do they call it Mountain Dew? he has drank the dew of the mountain before; it tasted nothing like that. ) ARE STUCK ON THE BARB OF HIS HORN, CRUSHED ALUMINUM REFLECTING CANDLELIGHT. KRAMPUS FISTS HIS HAND INTO THAT FURRY CHEST, PULLS THE GRINCH CLOSER, LOOMS.