#mwah perfect

[tadpole-apocalypse]

“Enough waiting. I crave blood.”

[nekrosmos]

More lazy mornings 🐻​🌈​

[cowardlykrow]

I would die for Corey Dorris… Anyway here’s Bill

[sugar1nme]

so true ୨♡୧

[spearxwind]

SHUT 🤏 UP

[canisalbus]

hey there! sorry to bother again, but I was in a animating mood, so I ended doing a short animation of Machete for practice. It's kinda messy since I havent done that for a while, but hope you like it!

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[arthursfuckinghat]

The sun is your halo, for it is always above you.

Arthur and Weetabix 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Scarlett Meadows

[jellydragons]

been watching a lot of hermitcraft recently and am happy to report that i am hopelessly endeared by these little goobers 💕 they’re like bugs to me

close ups under the cut!

gonna be real this was absolutely just me taking the opportunity to get my grubby lil mitts all up in their character designs lol i heart interpreting mc skins

[buwheal]

Raises my eyebrows. Up to nothing. Huh Spamton?

[project-doomsday]

This was beautiful. Please go follow this person.

Beginning of Part Two

Previously, we explored the Home section, which detailed the city of New Jhoquez - or rather, its downfall. A city plagued by crime, disappearances, and violence, struggling to keep itself afloat despite a history of failed attempts to "fix" it. built as a desperate effort to document the chaos. section holds something different. Less about the city as a whole, more about specific events - some of which may explain why New Jhoquez is the way it is. Or at the very least, why it feels so.. wrong.

Now, it's time to dig deeper.

Section: Recent News 2/4

(a standard missing persons report, another tragedy lost in the flood of New Jhoquez’s ever-growing list of disappearances. nothing special, right?)

Three teenagers vanished on March 2nd, 2008, last seen at a Dollar General at 8:29 PM. Their names were listed. But the third one.. the third one was missing. In the first version of the notice, it's name was blacked out. Redacted. Gone. But, If you high-light the text, we can see it - "Richie Horviton"

Did you catch the reference? i caught the reference. you caught it too, right? riiight?

Just like that. As if it had always been there. But why hide it in the first place? Something isn’t right, And someone doesn't want us to know. Someone is hiding it. The one who is involved in this?

this story traces back to the prologue of the comic, where the foundation for future events is laid. It’s not just an introduction but a crucial moment that raises key questions and hints at hidden connections between the characters and unfolding events.

You could read the prologue from the original creator, it’s truly well-made and perfectly captures the atmosphere of what’s happening. But if you don’t have time or, for some reason, can’t do so, I’ll summarize the story for you. This is important for analyzing the site and helping you better understand the core of it.

(Though I still recommend reading it ^^)

The Very Beginning

The boy, probably Richie Horviton, is running in panic from an unknown pursuer in an abandoned place. He finds an elevator, lifts the gate, and rushes inside. Then, he presses a button and tries to catch his breath as the doors close. A few seconds of waiting, and finally, he arrives.

When the doors open again, he lifts the gate.. but it's already late. It's here. Standing right in front of him, our dear and mighty Z.

In the next moment, claws appear just inches from the boy. He doesn’t even have time to blink before-.. The next frame is empty. They are gone. The target has been caught.

The mission is going smoothly.

What happened to him?

If you click on its photo, it takes you to this page. The same image, but now distorted, bulging eyes, and heavy glitches. Below it, an inscription in Irken, problematic to translate.. (I'm veary lazy) But the most unsettling part? The audio.

Through the interference, it's clear that no one cared about its quality. Yet, beneath the static, you can hear it - choking, a strained, strangled voice struggling to speak? It could be him, in the final moments before death.. or just before slipping into unconsciousness.

Although, after reading the text, one thing becomes clear: he's been dead for a long time.

ENTRY-17

"DERMA EXTRACTION."

In medicine and biology, Derma is a synonym for the word dermis (or corium) - the inner layer of the skin located under the epidermis. This suggests that the boy's skin was removed, either partially or completely. It implies a surgical or forceful process.

"VESSEL NOW ADJUSTED TO ATTIRE."

"Vessel" is a term often used for bodies, especially when viewed as mere containers rather than individuals. I'm sure that Z doesn't see only people this way, He sees almost everyone the same way.

"Adjusted to attire" suggests that whatever was done to him was to make his body fit something - perhaps a suit, a disguise, or even a new form.. new face.

"REMAINING BIOTIC EXCESS HAS BEEN DISPOSED."

"Biotic excess" could refer to any organic matter that was removed, unnecessary tissue, discarded body parts, or even things that made the boy human. The phrasing "disposed" makes it clear that this was seen as waste. It was not preserved or valued.

"INITIATING CONTACT."

Now that the transformation is complete, something or someone is ready to use the altered body for a purpose. Communication, infiltration, or some other sinister agenda.

You can tell right away that these are Z's notes, or a personal diary where he writes down all his work.

Conclusion

From everything we've learned, only one thing can be said.. Sometimes, in order to survive in a cruel and complicated world, a person is willing to give up their identity. But is there anything more terrifying than losing who you are? When you become merely a tool in someone else's hands, your skin and appearance become nothing more than a mask, hiding not only your true self, but also your soul. When someone is taking your place inside you.

choking the boy to the point of unconsciousness, didn’t only take his life - Z took everything from him: not just his body, but his very self. By peeling off his skin, Z created a shell from the boy, replacing it with a living cover that allowed him to blend into the crowd, yet left him out of the game, without freedom of choice. This act symbolizes the destruction of the integrity of the self, the moment when one’s inner being loses its essence for the sake of survival.

The boy could no longer be himself.. his body became foreign, his "self" became part of an experiment. The fear of losing your individuality, of dissolving in someone else's gaze, of no longer being who you once were. it is the highest sacrifice, one that comes from excessive submission to others rules and decisions.

Although.. does any of this even matter when you're dead? Why would you care at all, huh? Any moral values are useless, you're no longer alive. why regret when it’s all over...

Or is it?

If we continue reading that comic, we can see how dib tries to contact ghosts as always, you know him.. and guess what?

He succeed, with.. yeah, It's him - richie horviton.

Of course, after a light conversation, for some reason (Maybe because of the strong waves) radio through which they communicated exploded, and Dib wasn't able to find out who it was. But the very fact that he's still there, is quite intriguing.

The boy may no longer be alive, but he is not forgotten, and his struggle for peace is something Dib might carry with him, giving him the hope that even in the afterlife, there is still a chance to be seen, to be heard, to find peace.

Of course, I don’t know what will happen to him, and whether he will even appear in the future, but.. It's an interesting experience, showing that we should appreciate what we have. And that even in the most terrible situations there can be a tiny hope for something good, or at least happy-end.

All theories are just my guesses, So don't take my word for it.

Based on IZ AU by: @project-doomsday

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(I wonder if this long monologue of mine makes any sense? I'm literally making you feel sorry for a fictional character, I'm da best)

Okey, thanks all

Thanks for reading it whole! I understand it's difficult, I see that it's difficult, and for such a big time spent I can only say thank you ^^"

Not a big reward for a bunch of schizo-theory, huh?

But still, it was fun, I just love to analyze and evaluate situations) as if my opinion is important!

So much has been said, but still I have added almost nothing new.. needs to be corrected :/

In any case, if you like/didn't like something, you can write about it, I'm online almost 24/7, will be so happy to chat with)

[rinsarchive]

You're not just someone special, I love you.

BETWEEN US (2023)

[patroclusdefencesquad]

elle fanning bts of the great will always serve

[rodolfoparras]

Cw: 18+, blowjobs, anal play, old man price, mythological world, ritual sacrifice, virgin! Price, bottom!price, centaur!male reader

For @lieutnt 🫶🏻

Thinking about old man Price who lives in a little town terrorized by what’s known as an evil creature. In order to keep the creature at bay the towns people sacrifice a virgin every year.

However throughout the years the population has decreased so there’s just one virgin left and it’s Price, but he’s a man, and an old one at that.

But he willingly agrees to the ordeal because he doesn’t have anyone left - no friends no family so might as well end his misery.

The towns people prepare him in the best way they can; they groom him and feed him whatever he wishes to eat, all while he pretends that they aren’t setting him up for his death sentence.

The day finally comes when he is to be sacrificed and he is absolutely terrified. What if the creature thinks they’re mocking it by bringing an old man?

But Price tries to tell himself that this - death- is what he wanted in the first place so he shouldn’t have a reason to be scared.

But he can feel himself shake as he approaches the place where he is to be sacrificed. It is a dense wooded area with a small lake laying nearby, along with that it’s eerily quiet but Price sits down on his designated spot and waits for the creature to come.

He waits and waits, hears his heart beating in his chest, fingers nervously fiddling with the grass under him

All of a sudden he hears steps, that sound something akin to galloping and he freezes in place, doesn’t even dare breathe as he hears the creature approach him.

The steps come to a halt and he feels someone’s hot breath washing over his skin, can smell an earthy scent surrounding him, can even see a shadowy figure reflected onto the grassy field.

His eyes squeeze shut, fingers clutching onto tufts of grass while he silently wishes goodbye to whoever might hear or see him now.

But instead of meeting his demise he’s being flipped around and met with the sight of a man, no half man half horse. This must be the creature that’s been terrorizing his town but you don’t look anything like what he’d imagined and you certainly don’t act anything like it, when you gently cupping his cheek, eyes trailing over him as if taking him in before a contented hum escapes your lips.

Slowly but surely you’re stripping the clothes off of him, before laying him on a tree stub- the stub used for sacrifice, all while keeping a gentle hoof beneath him, essentially cushioning him from the rough surface.

He feels exposed like this, cold air caressing his bare skin and raising goosebumps all over his body.

But he doesn’t feel scared, not when you’re gentle as ever as you drag your hands over his rib cage, down to his hips before stopping at his thighs, big strong hands firmly pinning him to the stub.

You don’t say anything, maybe you don’t even know how to speak but Price likes to think that maybe you’re admiring him, that you aren’t as disgusted as he thought you’d be at having an old splayed out in front of you.

He doesn’t get to dwell on it any longer before he feels your long wet tongue languidly dragging along his shaft, and Price cries out, so loud he scares the birds that had been resting in the trees nearby. The small animals swiftly fly away as you drag your tongue across his slit, before suckling on his tip.

Your mouth is hot and ever so eager as you suck on his dick, a mess of slick and spit collecting on his skin, eagerly devorouing him like he’d devoured his last meal and Price looses himself in the feeling.

He thought that he’d be here to please but instead you’re the one buried between his thighs, taking care of this old man and he could almost cry- from pleasure - from relief and he does, fat tears rolling down his flushed cheeks as he claws at the stub beneath him.

“Please, please-“ he pleads, hands desperately reaching out as he feels you pull away from his cock.

But within seconds he’s being flipped around on the stub, ass in the air, head buried in the ground as he feels cold wet fingers caress his spine.

“Please, take me please,” he’s not even aware what he’s saying anymore mind hazy and lost in please and eager oh so eager for more “please,” he cries out into the sky, looking up at what appears to be blurry stars in his teary eyes .

You grant him his wish, working one- two- three fingers inside of him, but it’s not enough, even with the pleasant burn and strech that comes with it. He needs more, starts clawing at your hooves in desperation while muttering the words “please take me please take me,”

But you ignore his please, continuing to scissor your fingers inside of him, stretching him til he starts feeling empty even with four thick digits fucking into him,

For a second Price thinks you won’t accept him as your offering, maybe you’d gone this far and decided he wasn’t worth it and he almost breaks down right then and there, mind distraught while also hazy with pleasure, desperately fucking himself back on your fingers, and chasing whatever crumbs of pleasure you’re willing to give him.

But just as he’s about to tip over the edge you pull away but only to line up your cockhead with his entrance, before you push inside of him.

You had accepted his offering.

You had accepted him.

[iamalivenow]

anytime someone asks me for a podcast rec im always going to say friends at the table's america's playground. its the perfect show. four (five) episodes, but they're five star podcast five star run time long. its so fun it has so many good bits. what if five kids had to do a watch heist in 1900 and they did it with a hot air balloon and a cursed puppet. what if.

[spearxwind]

IT'S FINALLY DONE! :D Here's an 8 page comic of one of the very very beginning scenes of The Hollowridge Disaster: the moment Knife and Adri meet Dianne.

Having done this comic means a lot to me for a myriad of reasons, but the main ones are that I really wanted to get better at paneling and do more interesting texture work. And, this is also both a homage to my older HR comics, and my (successful!) attempt at getting back into making comics for this story, so it truly feels like I'm in my prime with it and it's finally somewhere that I am immensely proud of :] so please enjoy this scene in quite literally all it's glory!

[Disclaimer: this is a standalone scene (of a larger story), but it's not the beginning of a long form comic. Currently I have no plans of doing that, but I would like to do more of these short ones! ]

[cinnaminstar]

Your au gives me so much brainrot, so... here's how I pictured villain Sif! Thank you for making me want to draw again!!

Hi I'm Normal About This

I love your artstyle aaahhhhhh he's so cute!!!!