#Fart idea

[kipercrow]

We lost the art of Bros hang out comedy movies (mainly because of toxic masculinity is my theory but thats a story for another day)

We should be getting a movie where a couple of guys are going on a cross country road trip and during one car-ride scene Character C lets rip a fart. Everyone in the car groans but then Character B gets a mischiveous smirk and leans over and rips a fart. Character A in the front seat not to be out done locks the windows and rips a big fart. They all look to Character D who is the more stuck up of the bunch. D initally denies letting one rip but after tickling from C and B is made to fart. Thats when the real contest begins and all 4 of the men try to one up each other's farts from the food that they ate in the scene before

[outerspacetown]

inspired by this legendary post by @samberriez !

[fltner]

Tim gets so used to making up cover stories under pressure that it becomes his first instinct when questioned about anything that stresses him out, completely autopilot.

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Tim sighed. “Well, I guess I'll start from the beginning: my name is Alvin Draper, I lived in the Narrows with my grandma — until I was ten, that is. A rogue attack went wrong, and she was killed in the crossfire; it hadn't even been intentional, just collateral damage, couldn't pin a revenge scheme onto it if you'd tried, and trust me, I did.” He spat, bitterly.

“Placing the blame on Batman for not coming to rescue her hadn’t felt right, and seeking revenge against Two Face made me feel wrong. The blame game was cut short however, because I was soon starving. Long story short, I decided it'd lessen the internal turmoil if I robbed the. . . more fortunate, up in Bristol, leading me to Drake manor.” He let out a breath. 

“Arguably lucky for little Alvin Draper: the young Drake heir, tiny eight year old Timmy, had succumbed to illness and passed away during the very same week. Jack and Janet hadn't been concerned about more than the question of who'll pass on their legacy and family standing within the public eye. Their eyes landed on the black haired, blue eyed intruder, sharing a similar build and height to their late son, and decided the job was —

“Replacement, I asked why my spicy marinara sauce was missing.” Interrupted Jason abruptly, after the two minute mark had passed, looking somewhere between incredulous, confused, and done-with-this-shit.

Tim blinked for a second, as though remembering where he was. “Oh, sorry, reflexes.”

[belmeran]

i can post this now !! i was chosen to be the back cover illustrator for the Four Seasons Huntlow Zine, and i’m very happy with the result ☺️ thank you so much @fourseasonszine ! this meant a lot to me.

everyone did so well, go check it out!

[nights-at-crystarium]

no one:

absolutely not a soul:

me: Ysayle and Estinien role swap. DRG Ysayle playing with Niddy's eyes, Iceheart Estinien thinking he's Shiva.

[clownsuu]

Question... Robbie.... In the mob au? 👀

Get girlie popped KDHDHDH

At first I really wanted to make him like- completely unnoticeable and nobody fuggin remembers him despite being a member JDHDHFHHF- but I wanted to make him interact with Dr.Stone so instead he’s a member thats just rarely seen anymore (Wally totally didn’t get rid of him cause he kept being fuggin annoyin)

kinda all brawls no brains like sally- used to chaotically collect debts peeps have with the ol mob (still does but significantly less since now he’s a fetcher for Dr Stone for more harder to get goods the mob needs. The mob technically can go without the help of Dr.Stone, however he is a middle man that knows just about everything needed for successful heists/deals with his knowledge and name alone)

also? This dude doesn’t know what a bed is he sleeps on just about anything (can sleep like a baby face first in a trash can)

[tea-time221]

i dont think im finishing this ever but have the band

this one goes out to the 3-4 other wips that i have not made any progress on whatsoever

[majimasleftasscheek]

working on some merch doodles 👀

[froog-water]

jokes on monty tho, they are both the wives

stupid doodles to help express my utter DISMAY and SHOCK that monty doesn’t make an appearance in the new Help Wanted 2 game. my day is ruined. anyway, next post will be them doing the do so watch out for that (joking lmao)

[kipercrow]

Magic Idea

Person A has learned a spell to make the people and things around them do whatever they want. They can make someone make them their favorite lunch, give up their seat on a crowded train, or just make the traffic lights be all green.

One day they get a little greedy and make Person B hang out with them. A has a fart fetish, and while they're hanging out they make B get really gassy and challenge them to a farting contest. A grabs a small mirror and casts the spell on themselves to also make themself gassy.

A and B spend their hang out ripping ass, with no end in sight!

[sandflakedraws]

You made the unexpected turn into Trolls and i decided it looked interested and followed you! Still haven’t actually watched anything, just kinda immersed myself in the fandom.

the trolls world is just ripe for nonsensical world building, amvs (we callin them fancams now? i'm not sure), and lore mechanics... and then shockingly, trauma dives.

like! because of the kind of media it's in, there are some horrific and tragic implications that are only glanced at, simply left untethered. there's not enough time to cover 2 decades of trauma in an hour thirty minutes for little timmy. But I Have The Time. I will sit with those implications.

and then!!

they get to have their cake and eat it too because of that very same media.

of course they're going to be dancing and singing with the people who only seconds ago tried to eat them! that's just what you do!

of course they're going to tell the people torturing them to death that they deserve to be treated with kindness! everybody does!

the picture it paints for me is of these like. incredibly anxious little trolls, with a whole culture around an almost toxic kind of positivity with very big troubles, and even bigger hearts. and that's like. joey kryptonite. they almost got me back in the first film, but i was mostly satisfied with the character arcs. so i didn't feel the need to break out the fandom playdough.

and then the third one came in with a steel chair like 'hey what if branch was just one part of an entire tragic family. what if they ALL had decades of trauma because of a bad decision they made as teenagers, which permanently skewed the trajectory of their lives. what if they needed some space to define themselves outside of their Band Titles (and by proxy their role in the family) and were then punished for that decision by the narrative, denying them the chance to reunite again. what if a promise sat forcefully broken for just as long and yet the bond didn't disintegrate. what if the love was still there.'

and i never stood a chance

[barbwalken]

Day 18

Satanic ritual fueled by homoerotic hatred

[gentlebeard]

The party ain’t stoppin’ on The Revenge

Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 Song: TiK ToK by Kesha YouTube || Season 2 Version

[deltaruminations]

VII - THE CHARIOT

The Chariot is the executor of higher power and the source of its Will. Crowned in the image of their unique Light, they actualize the intent of the Centurion, and are propelled forward by Purpose.

While the Centurion understands itself to be the commander of its forces, it is only through the Will of the Chariot that its intentions see effect, and it is only the Chariot’s Light that allows it to persist through through difficult battles. The Centurion without its Chariot lacks any form of mobility or expression; the Chariot without the Centurion lacks only direction. The Chariot clutches at the seat of the Centurion, a reminder that its power comes only at their discretion.

Before the Chariot stand two Purposes, both offering to pull the Chariot forward. On their right, Obligation proffers his hand. On their left, Autonomy presents hers. With one hand of the Chariot ever bound in vigilance, only the other remains open to reach for Purpose. The Centurion guides this hand in deliberation between them.

The Chariot is wreathed in boughs of apple — the temptations driving Will, and the fruit of its execution. Apples of varying colors ripen on grafted stems, as The Chariot bears the bounty of many trees.

(note: the use of Ralsei’s and Susie’s hands here is symbolic, and not meant to imply a reduction of their actual characters to those symbols. I wanted to convey the idea that Kris’s motivators aren’t abstract — they’re pulled to action by their friends. They’ll both probably get their own cards… eventually…)

[pumpkingas]

Okay okay, soo if there's like a sex worker android they'd be able to fulfill every kink, fetish and philia right? Just a stressed out virgin dipping into their savings just to have a gooddd night with some artificial intelligence. Sitting on the edge of the bed as the android begins it's typical routine, swaying it's hips and seducing them with compliments and sweet-nothings. The virgin would sweat, fiddling with the payment card in their hand as they will themself to ask the question.

"Can you... fart? Uhm I can pay more if that's like premium, uh I've never—" They shift in their seat, staring at the wall as even fabricated eye contact is too much for them. The android would break their personal space bubble, shushing them with a realistically warm finger.

"are you asking if I can? Or if I will? I've got lots of modes, candid, kinky, shy, shameless, bubbly, silent, you name it. Just have to use your words," It rubs the poor virgins lips, their skin burning already from the mere awareness that their fantasy is capable of and is about to come alive. The android would climb into their lap, waiting patiently for a command. No matter the size of the android it'd be heavier than it looks because of all the machinery, the virgins thighs would be pressed against the mattress, their crotch heating up as they think of what to say. The android would push out a criminally warm fart right against their crotch, it'd be pleasantly long but not drone on and on, hot but not burning, loud but not eardrum popping. It would be set to a natural foul smell, however, soon they'd be shown that the options range from a fresh cotton candy scent to an abhorrent sewage-adjacent stench. All the while their android for the night teases them.

"Tell me exactly what you want..."

[somethingaboutmint]

Quick ugly doodle of cassidy contemplating her sexuality at some dump somewhere