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DreamWorks & Netflix's Ready for More Kung Fu Panda Action July 2022!

Exciting news for fans of @DreamWorks #KungFuPanda franchise! Po's adventures isn't over, and it'll be on #Netflix this year!

The best news from this month for DreamWorks Kung Fu Panda fans is that Po’s adventures aren’t over. After three successful films, five standalone pieces and two series–one on network television and the other on Amazon–Netflix has its eye to continue the adventures with the lead in The Dragon Knight! There isn’t too much information to reveal as some aspects are still being developed. All we know…

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died and came back tired. died and came back exhausted. died and came back with manic energy. died and came back with malingering unease. died and came back twitchy. so many possibilities

not to be a number nerd on main but 2025 (45^2) will be the only square year most of us ever experience. the last one was 1936 and the next one will be 2116

The world is in great peril, and you are the unlucky protagonist who must save it! Spin this wheel three times and get your Dragon Age party that you're stuck trying to save it with.

Feel free to reroll repeats. Most are companions, but there are also a few companion-adjacent possibilities. You can assume that you as the protagonist have a basic level of combat competency even if you don't in real life, so don't worry about yourself

Oh, uh. I guess I should mention that I’ve made this thing. Three months after release sounds like a perfect time. Untitled Tile Painter is a quirky little drawing tool that lets you lay down funky geometric Bauhaus-inspired patterns. It’s 50% a useful thing for actual people and 50% me wanting to stretch my UMG muscles on something. It’s also a little bit like a control panel of an alien spaceship, as far as UX goes. Give it a go, if it looks like your kind of thing! It’s entirely free and all generated images are yours to keep and use as you see fit.

cause i’m in a field of dandelions

wishing on everyone that you’d be mine

I love his wavy hair and freckles!! Looks great!

shes his little buddy

REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!!

IF YOU TAG AS SHIP I WILL BLOCK YOU

I imagine Mr. Compress with fluffy hair under his mask

I’m literally such a dumbass. HUGE (mini?) CROSSHAIR INSIGHT (This is spoiler safe 💕)

I’ve always glazed over the extra little piece over Crosshair’s chest plate on his Bad Batch armor. Always just thought "oh, his armor design is cool and unique."

IT'S LITERALLY A CUSHION FOR THE STOCK OF HIS RIFLE FOR THE RECOIL.

I've shot some rifles here and there and GD your shoulder gets sore from getting punched with the recoil, no matter how good you are at compensating/bracing. Even with his katarn-class armor, I'm sure it wouldn't be comfy. Because Crosshair is the only clone we really see with something like this, I'm going to assume it's not standard-issue. Which then means he went to Space-JoAnn's or raided the GAR supply closet for some scraps and arts-and-crafts-ed it himself.

Then I noticed his Empire armor doesn’t have that cushion. Yes de-individualization, but it’s also an indication that the Empire doesn’t care about any discomfort/pain that Crosshair may suffer from his rifle recoil. I can’t with this 😭

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk 😭🫠

also tagging some friends who witnessed this epiphany/may be interested since I added a few things lmao

@arctrooper69 @photogirl894 @probadbatch @moonstrider9904 @freesia-writes @totallyunidentified @starrylothcat @griffedeloup @nahoney22 @dragonrider9905 @starqueensthings @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius

I FORGOT TO POST THESE- just some quick doodles for Sponge MK getting overloaded. Kinda had an idea of him pulling a Nya and losing all memories once the power takes over.

inspiration mainly having to do with season 3 (if you dont want spoilers stop reading now)

Keep reading

Collar and the Crown

⎉: @whump-in-the-closet thanks for the prompt mwahahaha

TW: abuse, coercion, humiliation, non-consensual control, psychological torment, physical pain, power imbalances, dehumanisation, forced obedience, implied sexual threat, references to past physical torture and branding.

The dining room gleams with opulence. Gold leaf detailing. Velvet chairs. Candlelight dancing through fine crystal. It smells like roasted meat, sweet wine, money. Roses colouring rot.

Whumpee stands at the centre, drowning in the spectacle. Their black turtleneck clings to them like armour, the fabric stiff with sweat, stretched too tight across their ribs. Jeans rough against their skin. Plain. Deliberately so. Everything about them sticks out sorely in the midst of the splendour.

Their posture is rigid. Neutral. Perfect. They’ve practiced this. Rehearsed it in the mirror until their muscles ached.

They don’t look at anyone.

Whumper stands beside them, smiling like a man unveiling a masterpiece. His suit is immaculate—blood-red tie, black silk gloves. His hand rests lightly on Whumpee’s back. 

A leash beneath a lover’s touch.

He taps his glass with a fork. The sound is sharp, crystalline. The room hushes like a curtain falling.

“My friends,” Whumper says, eyes sweeping the table, “I promised something special tonight. And I never break a promise.”

He turns to Whumpee, smile widening.

“Come closer, pet.”

Whumpee obeys, jaw ticking once.

The movement is mechanical. Inside, their gut tightens.

“If you flinch,” Whumper mutters, low against their ear, “I’ll gut you here on the floor.”

They stiffen.

The room watches, entranced.

And Whumper begins.

He unbuttons the turtleneck slowly, reverently, as though undressing a bride. One button at a time. The fabric falls away from the collar—metal, thick, functional. It gleams in the light. It hums softly.

“Oh,” someone says, voice slurred and intoxicated. “He’s collared. How darling.”

The shirt slips lower.

A scar on the shoulder. Long. Surgical.

“This one,” Whumper begins, his voice rich, “was from a lesson about disobedience. They were quite… expressive.”

He traces it with his gloved fingers. Whumpee flinches.

Too late.

The collar bites. Just a flicker of pain down their spine. Enough to make them inhale sharply.

Whumper doesn’t pause.

More skin is revealed. More marks. Scars that twist and curve like a topography of pain. The brand, raw and angry, slashed across their chest—his title, forever.

“I’d love to get my hands on that,” someone murmurs at the table. “Such craftsmanship.”

Whumpee’s hands clench. But they keep quiet.

And then—eyes.

In the far corner of the room, someone stands. Out of place. Rigid. Pale.

Whumpee’s heart lurches.

They know that face.

An old nemesis. Once a rival who swore they’d destroy them—

And now—they just watch.

Frozen.

Whumpee’s stomach turns.

Whumper presses a glass into their hand. Wine, dark and viscous.

“Drink,” he says, low.

Whumpee doesn’t move.

“Now.”

The collar flashes again—bright red.

Agony sears down their spine. Their knees buckle. The wine sloshes in the glass.

Whumper steadies them.

“Don’t spill,” he rebukes. “You’ll ruin the carpet.”

Whumpee raises the glass. It shakes in their grip.

The wine touches their tongue like fire. It burns going down. Too strong. Too much. Their throat rebels. Their eyes sting.

But they drink.

A drop spills down their chin.

Whumper catches it with his thumb, wiping it away.

He turns them to face the guests.

“Raise your glasses,” he says. “To discipline. To devotion. To the beauty of supremacy.”

Glasses clink. The sound is obscene. Triumphant.

And Whumpee?

They stand there, collar humming, chest bare, body marked with every lesson learned too late.

Their face burns, flushed too deep, too loud, shame trying to scream its way out.

Someone laughs. “What else can they do on command?”

The person in the back—the one who knows—hasn’t moved.

Their expression is blank now, guarded.

But they don’t come forward. They don’t speak.

And that hurts more than anything.

Whumper leans close, lips brushing Whumpee’s temple.

“You’re doing beautifully,” he says. “They adore you.”

His hand slips down, settling just above the waistband of Whumpee’s jeans.

“Shall we give them more?”

Whumpee trembles. Their legs feel like glass. Their skin screams. Their mind is a hurricane.

But still—they stand.

Because the alternative is worse. Because there is no alternative.

The applause rises again, thunderous, gleeful.

And Whumpee, trembling and silent, is swallowed by it.

The whole greatsword scabbard discourse gets me because, like, we know the answer to this one. We've got primary sources talking about it. The answer to "how do you carry a weapon that's more than a yard or so long" is:

If you don't think you'll need it on short notice and you're lucky enough to have access to a wagon or other means of transport, you don't carry it at all – you stick it in the wagon.

If you do think you'll need it on short notice or you don't have a wagon, you just carry it in your hands everywhere you go and constantly complain about how dumb and awkward that is, unless you're a professional mercenary and/or independently wealthy, in which case you hire a guy to follow you around carrying it in his hands everywhere you go and he complains about how dumb and awkward that is (though probably not while you're listening).

Pixars 22 Rules of Story Telling

Blue Seascape, Wave Effect - Georges Lacombe

1893

Two new Challengers enter the scene!

More about them (hopefully) soon!

two rain world region concepts

— Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; "The Fear" (via lunamonchtuna)

I’m trying to draw making the poses on my own so I probably made a myriad of mistakes. Anyway if anyone could tell me how to do shadows that would be most appreciated 🙇🏻‍♀️

god wouldn’t you feel stupid if you were a witch and you tried to bestow a curse upon someone’s family but accidentally made the curse a recessive allele

Yearning

crashed

Time gear phone wallpaper >:3

bonus progress under the cut bc it took a long time to get “right” lol

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Cause No matter what I do

For anyone who wants a reference, this is where the anglerfish was down the old fishmarket close!