#and whiffy

[crescentfool]

@catnatch drew whiffy the squiffy for me for artfight! thank you for drawing my girl she is the best 🥺💙

[junglicious64]

diu characters as whiffies toys or something. theyre all girls btw. drawpile w @eyerealm

[orkbutch]

controversial headcanon perhaps but i.... think karlach would be stinky

[outtox1cated]

Gorillaz is an animated band that makes peak music with deep meanings and has a cleverly (kinda) and interestingly written lore that contains one of the most bizarre, nearly surrealistic nonsense I've ever seen, then we get minor characters like this:

[toytopia]

[aladyofthecanyon]

alright it’s done!

[stargirlfeyre]

Oh my god, now that I’ve read that Nesta stinks I can’t stop imagining it. My headcanon is that Cassian affectionately calls Nesta little stank stank, stanky girl, fierce little skunk, fusty busty, putrid princess, punguent precious, odoriferous cookie, foul foxy, skunky snookums, little nosestopper, rancid rosebud, my one and only oyster, acrid angel, whiffy kitty, rotten cheese ball, etc.

WHY DID YOU JUST KEEP GOING

[masquenoire]

Stolen from @ratwhsprs and @umtplex!

Archived template can be found here [X]

[jinglecats]

haha anyone want to commission me for a very stupid purchase /j

[onesidedradiostatic]

Thinking about Alastor and wifi…

- Do you think Alastor knew what the wifi symbols meant when Vox added them to his outfit (did he even notice) or was he like “ok stupid fashion choice but Vox *is* stupid so i shouldn’t be surprised”, maybe he thought that his guidance was the only thing holding Vox back from looking like an idiot?

- if Alastor first saw “wifi” in writing and pronounced it as “whiffy,” thinking “why is it called that, does it even smell?” (“Is Vox calling himself stinky now??”)

- The potential confusion over Wireless (technology) and Wireless (common older name for a radio) “Vox is claiming he now has domain over the “wireless”?? But I’m the wireless one here. The wireless is mine????? Actually, I don’t even care anymore this is a waste of thought”

- my grandparents used to say wireless as “wah-liss” so we thought their radio was called Wallace for a few years. Laughing at the idea of some old fashioned sinners calling Alastor the wireless demon, resulting in new sinners obliviously thinking there’s some other super dangerous guy out there just called Wallace, or thinking that the radio demon’s name was Wallace instead of Alastor. Maybe even that “Al” is short for “wALlace” it’s so stupid it’s making me cry.

LMAOOO I mean honestly alastor would totally pronounce wifi as whiffy, I don't expect him to really know what it is cause I doubt he uses anything that requires internet. newer sinners thinking alastor's name is wallace though 😭😭

[gumnut-logic]

Five pick ups and one drop off (Pick up 4)

Pick up 1 | Pick up 2 | Pick up 3 | Pick up 4

Scott is tired and a little pissed off, so watch for language. Again, kinda crack just for fun.

I hope you enjoy.

-o-o-o-

Scott Tracy needed to re-apply his deodorant.

He was beginning to get a bit whiffy. But that’s what happens went you cut halfway across the planet after pulling a dozen people out from under a building in Taiwan.

As it was, he’d had to leave Virgil to liaise with local services to make it in time.

Thunderbird One wasn’t known for her shower facilities, but he had foreseen that in the past and his office in New York was set up with all the amenities including a spare business suit or two.

But that was a good five hours ago. If there was one advantage of crossing the dateline, it was the preservation of sunlight. He had the great pleasure of living the same day over again. With less concrete dust.

But more numbers and more annoying people.

One thing about rescue sites, bar the occasional asshole, was that the people there were usually very, very happy to see Scott and his brothers.

Here in the board room he received the distinct impression that at least several of the members would be much happier with his absence so they could do exactly what they wanted.

Which was what had been happening and why he was here.

“Sir, why the higher expenditure? Their employees are not our responsibility.”

Scott grit his teeth and his blood pressure sung in his ears. “We are saving the company and its employees. I believe with the correct financial support, they can become a solid division of Tracy Industries. We are not in the business of destroying lives.”

“This is not a rescue site, Tracy, this is business!”

Scott straightened from where he had been bent over the conference table, glaring at Martin at the far end, and pulled himself up to his full height before turning to glare at Landers on his left. “Not the way we conduct it.” His tone turned acid. “Do you think caring makes us soft, Landers?”

“Yes, it does. You are destroying our profit margin.”

Scott could not give a fuck about this particular profit margin. They were absorbing a large manufacturing business with its heart in country USA. If they didn’t handle the situation carefully, a good hundred thousand employees looked to lose lifetime jobs. The impact on the people and society would be massive. Not to mention a foolish move as TI’s most important asset was its talent. And there was good talent out there. The business had been struggling, but only to out compete TI, which it could no longer.

Its product was excellent. Brains and Virgil had done an assessment and agreed that the teams had potential. All they needed to do was absorb them into TI and then manage them into a better working culture in order to support that talent.

But it was obvious certain members of the board did not see things the same way as the Tracy brothers. Yes, the profit margin would suffer, may even go into cost in the short term, but it was the long term Scott Tracy was interested in and not lining his pockets at the cost of other people’s lives.

Tracy Industries was big and stable enough to take a hit for the common good.

“Landers…” Scott really wished his head wasn’t hurting so much. “…just go.”

“What? Go where?”

“Out.” Scott waved an irritated hand at the door. “Get out!”

“You can’t-“

“GO!”

The whole room jumped.

Landers glared everything at Scott, swore under his breath, and made a scene of gathering his tablet and collection of paraphernalia off the table and stomping towards the exit.

The moment he left, murmured protests rumbled around the room.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Carly, his EA, talking into her headset. A moment later Jeremy, his personal security guard, stepped into the room and took up a position quite casually just inside the door.

Great.

Not the best politic move, Tracy. But Landers was a dick and he had had it coming for a long time.

Scott had just needed to be irritated enough to follow through.

He leant over the table again. “Do we have any further objections?”

Martin at the far end was noting furiously on his tablet. Yeah, more trouble would come from that direction.

Scott sighed. He really wasn’t at his best. He needed sleep. The Virgil at the back of his head was jumping up and down on his neurons demanding he stop growling at staff and come home.

There was a knock at the door and that same brother, still dressed in his IR uniform, stuck his head through. “Hey, excuse me, I need to borrow the President for a moment.”

The room was still rumbling and didn’t really respond. Scott strode over to his brother. “What is it?”

“Come out here for a sec.”

“I can’t leave right now.”

“Yes, you can.” A heavy lifting arm reached in and yanked him out into the hall.

“Virgil, what the hell?”

But his brother was busy staring at him, dark eyes assessing him as if he was capable of medically scanning him with the melanin in his eyeballs. “You’re coming with me.” And before Scott could react - a definite sign of exhaustion if there was one - Virgil lifted him in one quick move and threw him over his shoulder.

“Virgil, what the fuck?!” He struggled, but Virgil was known for his iron grip and even in Scott’s worst moments, he couldn’t hurt his brother.

“We are going home.”

“It’s an important meeting!” The view of the floor and his brother’s butt was infuriating.

“I know. Which is why we let you go initially. However, that was hours ago, and before you disassemble the board one by one, we are intervening.”

“We?”

“Hi, Scott.”

He cranked his head up just in time to see John walk past in a crisp turquoise-grey suit. “What? John? Virgil, put me down!”

“Nope.” They entered an elevator…going up, no doubt to the roof.

“Virgil, please. John will eviscerate them.”

“Yep.” They stepped out into sunlight.

“Aww, c’mon. They’re scared of him.”

“Yep.” A big green shadow loomed over them and Virgil stepped onto her elevator, giving Scott a fantastic view of checkerplate and nothing else. “It will do them good.”

“Virg-“

“Nope. Bed.”

“Please?”

His brother kicked the wall of the cockpit and folded down one of the stretchers. He rolled Scott gently off his shoulder, carefully catching his head and neck and let him sink into the soft medical support.

Every muscle cheered in gratitude.

“Virg…” God, he was tired.

His brother responded by brushing a hair out of his eyes, his gloved hand pushing Scott’s mess of hair back from his forehead. Kind eyes looked down at him. “You need rest, big brother.”

Sure fingers darted over his body, doing up safety straps and securing him in place, and for some reason Scott did not have the energy to protest.

He fell asleep halfway across the Pacific lulled to rest by the comforting roar of his brother’s ‘bird.

-o-o-o-

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[skunkdex]

Whiffy from Sonic the Hedgehog Adventure Gamebook 3: Sonic v. Zonik has been added to the skunkdex! Submitted by @lightning-studios

Unfortunately there appears to only be one photo online, so I've included the cover of the game manual.

[bookshelfpassageway]

But on the positive side we have:

#i have a little something coming in today bc i like the cover of the original run and i saw it available :3c

lets fekkin gooooooooooooooooooo

(Context: This is a series from an indie author I found last year that has scratched a narrative itch quite well and became a fast favorite. The series began as a 5-book run, that received cover art and print copies, but then that 5-book run was re-bundled into book 1 of a larger narrative and given new covers. The old run is now out of print. I accidentally spied there was exactly 1 original cover kicking around pretty cheap from a bookseller on Amazon, and, well... I do so love to collect unique and interesting things...)

Even cooler, it seems, we have:

@alhilton, is this your penmanship? It's a little different than the signature I have in my copy of Hunters, but also, like, I could see it. Perhaps. I’m not good at reading signatures… and if it’s not, I dunno what would be up with that, but it's still extremely cool overall!

my kingdom for an affordable, existing, English language, for sale copy of the original print of Lackadaisy Vol 2

[lighthouse-system]

“Gorillaz used to be so serious and had lots of lore-“

In the lore they were signed onto a deal with EMI after playing One (1) song in a shitty pub that made everyone break out into a fight. And the dude who signed them on was some shotgun toting loonie named Whiffy Smiffy.

[weaselle]

i used to have the swizzie verbins explosed from mental vent incursions creativistic dreamshow sploosher i'd whisper whiffy witchle wooshers but button down turned button up the monied march made hip to hup and now the trend is tend the till i spin in place de-based by drill Why must i bust my chill and wild!? subvert my trust and just be mild? Who is this Busy best for freeing? What shill has killed my zest for being? each person trying worsens failing forced to enforce the course we're sailing- This hateful thing makes meat of most; un-great machine, but sweet we ghosts

[evangelainy]

my pits are damp who wants a little whiffy-whiff