#a scared deer in headlights

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

google tell me how to express cackling laughter through the interweb google tell me how to talk online

[fraternum-momentum]

identifying with a deer not in a 'im so dainty and fragile' way but in a 'something to be hunted down, shot, killed, and skinned after' way

[inkskinned]

am i gonna put you in the book acknowledgements am i gonna be able to say your name without flinching am i ever gonna get a word in edgewise am i ever gonna recover the time i spent with you. computer virus kid; i arrived in your life already begging to be let in. somehow insecure i could even be your friend. like you had a line outside the door and we were all shifting our weight, begging.

you're so fucking good at that - at making people feel like they need to earn you, like you're a commodity none of us can afford. no kindness or careful communication could work on you - you were so good at just going-ghost, about deciding someone just wasn't cool-enough. something about that is super ironic. even the parts of it that weren't romantic felt like a romance book. i wanted you to like me so badly i scrubbed myself clean just so you'd spare me - what. your favor? a look?

okay okay okay. it's just a friendship - if it was even true that we were friends, if you even saw me as someone you trusted. on reddit someone would tell me girl literally just cut her out of your life, it's not that difficult. even i was aware of how fucked up the whole situation was. like, why the fuck do i even care about your approval? you're like, not even that fun to be around. you are often a little bit cruel.

but for almost four years of my life, i thought i had found someone like me. somebody who liked the same things i do. someone who liked to read and who liked making jokes with esoteric references and who spent maybe too much time on the internet and who was absolutely a little bit pretentious. i don't know, something about that was powerful and addictive.

i keep thinking about our last conversation. about how i said - okay, enough is enough. you pushed me too far, you really hurt my feelings.

and how you laughed and said - you think you're the victim?

[malkshayke]

Whoops looks like I totally forgot to post the frames from the animatic. I worked so hard on these it’s kinda ridiculous.

It was so simple at the beginning but then it was like I was TRYING to make drawing them as hard for me as possible lol. It was quite the learning experience

The other set of frames are next.

(Inspired by a comic by @deetea on Twitter)

[saintajax]

Abo jingblade with skittish omega reader my self indulgent love

[perilegs]

Which would you rather be: prey or hunter?

yes. #bisexuality

[failure-girl-fuyu]

i hate not being able to comfort people, cuz i havent turned off the notifs for the vent channels in this 1 discord server and especially when a moot on here vents but idk what to say to make them feel better i just freeze in shame and anxiousness

it feels like ive wronged them, and i hate doing bad things to people,,,,

[just-a-forest-nymph]

TW: CNC r@p3 vibes, stalking, rough, fear

After an intense hike to a little spring:

Overheated, you decided to cool off by skinny dipping in the cool clear water. You are quite a ways from the established trail, you’ve done this so many times before, so you feel safe in stripping down to nothing and plunging in. Relaxed and absentmindedly floating under the canopy of the trees. Nothing bad could possibly happen here.

What you don’t know, is someone has been following you since the parking lot. Obliviously, you hummed to the music in your ears as you took in the sights, not bothered to check behind you like a fool to think for even a second, you were safe here.

Eyes closed as you float along, you don’t see the now masked man standing at the waters edge. You don’t see him step into the water slow and steady as to not startle you. Granted, even if you do scream, all he has to do is push your head under the waters surface to quite literally drown you out.

Your instincts kick in. Just as you open your eyes, strange hands latch onto your ankles and drag you back to land. You can’t scream as your head goes under the water from the shear force of being yanked out of the small spring. Choking, you’re free from submersion as your naked body is raked over stones, leaves, and twigs.

Fighting with every fiber of your being, you kick and hit and claw but nothing works. He is too strong. You are too weak. Pinning you on your stomach, he hold your hands behind your back with one of his as the other gropes you in all your private places. You are frozen. Like the deer you pass on the highway at night. Suddenly you understand them. Why they don’t run, call out, or hide. Fear is paralyzing.

“What a beautiful thing you are… shivering and wet.” The masked man’s fingers slip into your slit. “Oh? Looks like water isn’t the only thing making you wet hm? What a slutty body. Getting turned on by a stranger.”

The voice sounds oddly familiar. You know it but your brain is in overdrive. You try your best to say no, you’re wrong, but your throat feels like it’s in a death grip. His motions are rough and uncaring as he thrust them inside of you. All you can manage is a strangled gasp. He laughs.

All other sounds are muted by your heavy heartbeat pounding. You feel every thrust as he finger fucks you. Your tear filled eyes blurring the leaves your face is shoved into as this man fingers you. The fear mixes with arousal, surprising you. Like a switch flipping, the sound of his pants zipper triggers your fight response. So you do. You fight hard. Truly you do your best given the circumstances. But it isn’t enough as he slams into you. Groaning, the strangers hands have a bruising grip on your hips as he pounds you further into the forest floor.

“Fuuuck. You actually like this huh? Who knew you were such a sick slut. We should have done this ages ago. I’m loving all your pretty sounds.”

You finally register your own voice as it echoes through the trees making your head spin. It’s not what you expect to hear. Instead of screaming or crying, it’s whines and heavy moans.

As the strangers words slowly sink in, everything clicks into place and relief rushes through you as you cum. It’s your partner, fulfilling a dark fantasy. One you (mistakenly) thought he forgot about.

[venomgaia]

just wanted to say i love your heathcliff art with allcof my heart. Thank youALSO DO YOU HAVE A TWITTER

WAAAH THANK YOUUUU

i love drawing him....hes such a neat guy, i hope things get better for him cuz he's havin A Time

[regretevatorbuttheaiisselfaware]

Oh almost forgot I also have this

I saw @ask-dadpleasant got a new design and I had the urge to draw him with Gordon. They are both fathers so it felt appropriate.

Alrighty that's all

[hkpika07]

I want to join the ttte discord but unfortunately I have that vampire autism where I cannot join unless invited. Also I'm like those otters learning to swim where I am terrified of joining even though I know I will like it

[yikesforever]

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[seefasters]

insane acting choices from mr sheen here, especially after raising his eybrows on the assumption that he "wasn't crowley's type"

[raventamed]

i have to present my bachelor thesis topic today so pls send prayers 😬

[ozymoron]

saw my own reflection in my phone why am i kinda beautiful id be so good at being an autistic coded quiet shy character who gets scared often in a show or perhaps a movie thats unrelated to the beautiful part i just think im pretty

[tyrantwombat]

Just woke up this morning thinking about Yoohyun after Yoojin took Choi Sukwon into that dungeon and what they could possibly have seen in him to leave even Riette disconcerted and throw Song Taewon's entire worldview into a tailspin. The implication he was desperately trying to drag himself after them by his fingertips, hurting, gasping, sobbing, anger probably burning out fast under the horror and desperation. Probably begging eventually, anyone and everyone he could, pride gone, confidence gone, the world, the immoral ones, the filial addicts, Song Taewon, Noah, Riette, anyone, please, hyung come back. Song Taewon probably the one to get to him with a healing potion eventually, and having to pin him down to use it, expecting threats and violence and getting instead...a desperate, terrified, injured 20-year-old begging for his family.

In the words of Riette: "Be kinder to your brother, Yoojin, damn."