#go ahead and skip on by this

[bamsara]

Concept doodles for the after-Kallamar-battle scene in Trod that I've been rotating in my mind for almost a year, that go with the past doodles I've made

The Lamb has a breakdown outside what this comic shows, Narinder gets closer to the truth, and they both become closer as a consequence.

[cutiesigh]

❤️🖤🩷

Wuthering Waves has taken over all of my free time recently, so here's a sketch of Scar!Ren I originally shared in da 14DWY Discord!!

[robindaydream]

Movie night with the gfs.

[blackkatdraws]

"Ready to go on an adventure?"

(lore in tags ahem ahem)

Some more centipede Adventure Line™ art (featuring other artists Adventure Lines™ from this reblog chain!)

[harriertail]

Id love for a soft reboot of warriors and Arc 9 to begin, if ASC ends with new leaders and code changes, four/five generations on in the future with a whole new set of cats and lore

[mattzerella-sticks]

Imagine instead of Senior Year the next season - if there is a next season - of Fantasy High takes place after a 5-6 year time skip.

Fantasy High: The Reunion.

[echoes-in-echoclan]

What are the names of the little scrunklies Auburn was protecting in moon 39?

here they are! The little scrunklies <3

[detshin]

If Gosho ... Goes on an indefinite conan hiatus... Just to bring back the Yaiba manga ... Because he wants to promote the anime that's coming out soon .... ISTG.

ISTG.

Do nOT.

I AM . FEARING.

[honeyhobbs]

Here's some more Avian August highlights so far!

[gearbit]

Catch the Wave by Kz (livetune) - 16th Anniversary Fan Film

Art/Animation - Omutatsu Movie - Eneki Remix - Guiano Vocaloid Edit - Bibi

[mostlyghostlyy]

ik you just posted one like this but I’d love to get ambushed by him in an alleyway and being forced to suck his dick, oh my godddddd

Its giving the Kurt Russell "Now I KNOW that sounds bad-"

Do I gotta start tagging stuff "Dead dove do not eat"?

Cold air bites at your skin, hair prickling from its icy touch. Stumbling down the steps from the bar, you let out a little giggle. Vision blurred and spinning, balancing seemed to be almost impossible. Saying you were tipsy would be an understatement. Obviously, you were in no state to drive. You had the foresight to have one of your friends drop you off and pick you up, but unfortunately, they were called away for a family emergency. Whatever the fuck that means. 

Deciding it's no big deal, since you only live a couple blocks away, you don't call a cab. Might be a nice night for a walk. The crisp air feels good against the warm flush of your skin, it nearly makes you forget about the creep you encountered at the bar. It seemed like the usual harassment case, weirdo wanting your number or a quick fuck. However this guy just felt…Off. So, endowed with the liquid courage you'd been consuming the whole night, you told him off. Digging into his appearance and the creepy manner he was communicating. You made it known that you were too good for him. The man did eventually leave after your loud commotion. Tail tucked under legs, retreating pathetically.

Running your hand across the passing buildings for support, you wobble your way down to a dimly lit section of street. Figures that your route home would have a conspicuous dark patch, bordered by an alleyway that seemed to swallow up the light. Electing the path of brave stupidity, you begin to waltz past the alley, stumbling without support. A hand snakes around your waist and one covers your mouth in a tight clasped. You're yanked into the blackness before you get a chance to realize what's happened. 

Your back is slammed into the cold brick wall, you try to speak but are shushed by the entity that grabbed you. A metal blade is pushed into the skin of your neck, just enough so it's a real threat. You raise your hands in a sign of surrender, tears starting to form from realization. Drunk buzz starting to wear off from bounding adrenaline. Starting to whisper some soft pleas, “don't hurt me. Take whatever you want. I won't tell anyone if you let me go. Why are you doing this?” (the basics, yk)

The entity laughs, and you swear you know that voice. You can almost put a face to the voice, your eyes slowly becoming adjusted to the dark. The blade is moved from your neck to push some hair out of your face. His silhouette is a clear black outline inside of the raging dark, malignant eyes sparkling. 

“You said all those nasty things to me, Princess. Now I'm going to repay the favor.” Soft rasps in your ear, He's close to you, but now he's moving closer. Pressing his body into you, squeezing you into the wall. His erect penis pushing into you, his face bending awkwardly into the crook of your neck, inhaling the smell. “Aww are you scared, my little lamb? There's no need to worry if you behave. We're just going to have a little bit of fun. Let's see if we can't use that mouth for something more… Productive.”

He lifts his head so he can look into your eyes. Bringing up his hand, he probes your locked lips with his index and middle finger. “Open up, Angel. Gotta get you niiiiiice and ready for me.” You turn your head, and he presses the knife tighter into your neck as a warning. With no choice but to comply, your mouth falls open and he inserts his digits into your mouth. 

He feels around inside for a while, before telling you to “suck them good and hard. Practice makes perfect. Don't you want to be perfect for me?” His fingers taste of sweat and chemicals as he pumps them in and out of your mouth. Parting them on the return so they stretch your lips open. Saliva stringing them together, and pulling from your mouth. He pushes them so far in, you gag around them.  shutters in what you can only assume is arousal, moaning in pleasure before he begins rubbing his erection on you. dry humping your body while his fingers work your mouth open, trying to create any stimulating friction. Disgust and fear mingling and creating a pit in your stomach. He's letting out huffs between thrusts that contain a mix of praise and degradation. Hot and sticky breath, you can't wait to get away from it. High pitched whining emitted from him, as his legs shutter in place. Head thrown back, as his fingers come to a standstill in your mouth. A wicked smile plastered on his face, his pants are now coated with his seed. 

He pulls his hand free from your mouth. “Practice is over, Princess. Time to show me what you learned.” You protest this, shaking your head. Frightfully pale and queasy. He grabs your throat, tightly squeezing it. “get on your fucking knees, Angel.” Each pet name he spits with absolute vitriol. He lets you go, coughing and weezing. You slowly lower yourself to your knees, resolving yourself to just go along with what he wants. “Look at youuuuu! So pretty for me on your knees, all for me to ruin!” He purrs. He motions at his pants. “go ahead, pretty thing. Work for it if you want it.” you sob gently, tears streaming down your face. Working to undo his belt and pants, sticky to peel off from the ecstasy he worked up earlier. His dick springs free, hitting the cold air and making him hiss. You reluctantly look around and start at the tip. Giving small kitten licks, nauseated by the taste. His hands find purchase in your hair as he urges you on, thrusting his hips to meet your lips, you cough around his cock and he moans sweetly. Gently bobbing your head up and down, and he's muttering prayers to an unseen entity. 

“Now tell me again, my arrogant Angel, are you still better than me?” sentence punctuated by loud and heavy huffs. Each jerking motion of his hips sends him deeper down your throat, tears prick your eyes as you struggle to breathe. You whimper at the sensation, and he keens. 

Lightheaded and dizzy from the oxygen starvation, his pace speeds up ferociously. erratic rutting, pulling your hair back and forth, using you as a human fleshlight. Chasing the mounting high, stimulating himself as best as he possibly can. Animalistic growls and grunts pour from his mouth. They may have been words at one point but have found themselves incoherent. Warm seed fills your mouth and runs down your throat. His cock still firmly planted in your mouth and throat, his hands buried in your hair keeping you complacent. You struggle to swallow around the obstruction, and he loosens his grip. Dropping you to collapse on the pavement, eyes puffy from crying. He tucks himself back into his pants, belt chiming happily as it's reconnected. “Be a good girl now, little Angel, and be polite next time.”

[staghunters]

There was a promise in our stride

But we changed courses, headfirst into the unknown

[dumbasswhatever]

looking for a replacement for duolingo and i am truly losing my mind at how far these language learning apps go to try to hide the fact that they require a paid subscription to learn just about anything

[thelateststorythatiknow]

"Idina Menzel tribute" by Jeremy Jordan and Ben Rauhala

(The tribute so good Idina herself rushes the stage at the end to give him a hug)

[lopez-richter-fangirl]

Do you honestly think tcb will reach their goal?

I have to believe that they will but I am fucking stressed and fucking scared

The thing is there’s literally no reason they SHOULDN’T. Yes it’s a bigger goal than they’ve ever had but shipwrecked raised that amount for headless and starkid raised almost double that for returns with a smaller slate of projects. Even in TCB’s own kickstarters they raised 100k for a single staged barebones workshop reading. Yes 200k is a lot of money, but for how much they’re doing with it?? It’s TINY

Two concert screenings, one of them international. A full month international play run. A brand new musical with performances in LA and eventually internationally. A concert performance of a show we’ve never heard live yet. A brand new pilot reading. And multiple performances of a live comedy game show

I do think the niche-ness of the campaign branding means they have to work harder to reach a wider audience, but for people who are already aware of what they’re doing, I don’t understand why it’s not showing in the numbers

Please, if anyone’s on the fence, tell me why and let me convince you why this is worth it