#this is probably trash

[kaytub]

drew infodump (cam and mac friend-ship) as this dumbass meme pic

[trashcreatyre]

Yuri wedding officiated by Sonic the Hedgehog

[pinklopbunnies]

For as long as I can remember, I've had this fantasy of being tied up and blindfolded in a dingy club, my legs forcibly spread do that anyone passing by could make a move at me. I'd be forced to take it. I couldn't move, after all. Maybe a group of drunk men would use me for hours, leaving me a shaking mess. But honestly, the hottest part is the humiliation. Lying there, being powerless and forced to take it, utterly pathetic

[jade-of-mourning]

it's finally done, and it's probably the gooiest garbage i'll ever make.

credit to my new buddy @i-love-tdp-if-you-can-tell for doing almost all the characters' flat colors!! i am so so so infinitely thankful to them bc otherwise none of the other efforts of making this would have happened. between the lineart, backgrounds, shading, and touch-ups, these five pages have taken years off numerous braincells' lifespans, and without their help, may have annihilated my entire brain capacity.

if you like, please reblog! we put in a Lot of time and effort into this!

you would think that between last time (one other event) i tried comic-ing and now, i would've learned to not handwrite the text, but alas...

thank you for answering my plead for help, sky! and for managing to work around my design inconsistencies and sketchy lineart <3 ik you said you didn't need anything, but if you ever decide you want an art, hit me up any time :)

and to the tdp fandom, whoops… sorry for all the requests rotting in my inbox. it was a fun september and a fun six years of lurking, but alas i think i will be bailing for the moment. maybe you'll see me around.

[lass-us-slay]

So I read a prompt about how Wonder Woman found Danny in a trash can (don’t remember which one) and I was bored.

So I took that lil info and made it into an AU.

So basically, Danny get yeeted into this unknown universe and has no where to live. And no where to live means no money. No money means no food. No food means Danny can’t keep his human half sustained.

So what does he do?

Decides to not change into a human and live in a trash can.

Yes you heard that right, live in a trash can.

Because he’s a ghost, he doesn’t have to worry about the germs and stuff. But that doesn’t mean he lives in just any trash can! He lives in a clean one ☝️

AND he also decorated it with his name so other people know it’s his!

And so Danny has been here for a while now and realizes

Holy shit there’s hero’s here- you know what, why doesn’t he have hero’s back home?!

And being minorly annoyed jealous (but he’s never admitting that)he thought:

Well since there’s hero’s here already, guess I’m not needed.

.

.

.

Good. I’m tired af

And so Danny caries on his life, being content with his trash can and scaring whoever comes into his alley. It’s fun. Sure he sometimes needs to ugh overshadow people to feed his human side, but other than that.

It’s going great.

But Danny doesn’t realize that with Amity gone (or smth, you choose) which was his haunt, he slowly makes the trash can into his new haunt.

And slowly but surely, Danny’s beloved haunt trash can starts to become other worldly kinda.

Yk because of the ectoplasm.

So now Danny’s lovely trash can haunt has more space inside and- Hey Danny can actually sleep in it better!! And he got some company too!

In the form of blob ghosts.

Two actually.

They keep his trash can clean and help purifying some corrupted ectoplasm that he finds. Because for some reason this universe’s ectoplasm seems half way artificial and tastes a bit weird. Which is where the blob ghosts help out in.

Everything was great.

Danny was loving the trash can life style.

He has two blob ghosts friends. Which he named Sam and Tucker, and yea they couldn’t talk but that was fine.

He wasn’t lonely, he wasn’t. He had two very much talking friends like Sam and Tucker.

However one day two weirdly dressed people- oh they were hero’s.

Well anyway they found him, one woman stripper and one furry guy.

But it was on accident! He was just peaking out of his beloved haunt trash can, and they spotted him.

He stared, they stared back.

Then the woman stripper asked him questions, even when he said:

“Don’t mind me, have a nice day!”

But they just kept bother him and giving him weird looks and glances.

Which- rude.

Didn’t they see his mark on his haunt trash can? Obviously it means it’s his home, so they shouldn’t be bothering him still. He’s safe as can be.

Plus.

It’s not like he’s looking at them in suspicion and weirdness, I mean look at them! What kinda cheep knock off vampire fury mix and American stripper style clothing are those!

They should mind their own business!

———

Just a silly lil drawing of this lmao, don’t mind me.

[preblacksmith20]

Who are you?

pairing: multiple drivers on the grid, oscar piastri x reader, george russell x reader, max verstappen x reader

genre: general fluff, established relationship, just good vibes

content: Your boyfriend finds out some information about you that you hadn't gotten around to telling him yet. Or the feeling when someone drops lore about themselves that's so absurd it's shocking.

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Lando Norris

“How far away do you think it is?”  Lando asked Carlos. The two of them were enjoying a nice day on the golf course together. You and Carlos’ girlfriend, Luna, were tagging along and the two of you had already hit your approach shot. Luna and Lando’s balls had been close.

“146. 137 with slope.” You said to yourself. Luna turned to the guys and waited for an answer.

Carlos put the scope down. “146.”

“How do you do that?” Luna asked, having heard you call the shots for the past eight holes. “Lando! Did you know your partner is psychic?”

“Yeah!” Lando said, shading his eyes watching the ball. “How did you find out?”

“She’s been calling the distance perfectly.” Luna said.

“Pace of play, everyone!” You playfully slapped your hands on the wheel and drove off. You weren’t trying to cut the conversation but the current marshal, Jerry, had it out for you and Lando after the ‘swimming clubs’ incident. And Jerry was watching the four of you from the clubhouse, your spot on hole nine giving him a perfect vantage point.

“On ward!” Lando said, giving you a playful wink, probably thinking of the incident. Laughing, Lando and Carlos got in their cart and off the group went.

You all enjoyed the rest of the round. Carlos and Lando broke 70, you shot 85, and Luna gave up after hitting four balls into the pond on 14. She had fun driving the cart though.

Sitting in the clubhouse and enjoying a few drinks, Luna brought up your uncanny ability to get the distances right again. Lando had an arm behind your chair and kissed your lips. “It’s because you’re made of magic.”

“True true but it’s all surveying.” You waved your hand to knock the suggestion away.

“Ah yes.” He grinned. “My fake engineer.”

This time you smacked him in the chest. The rest laughed. You had graduated with a degree in civil engineering and had gotten used to your college friends giving you a hard time about it. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t heard before, but with a few drinks in you and drunk on a good afternoon with the man you love made you jut your chest out.

“Could a fake engineer have won the national championship with their survey team?” You challenged and poked your tongue out.

“Baby, you know I think-wait.” He frowned. “What did you just say?”

“I think your partner just said she won a national championship in surveying.” Carlos grinned and Luna clapped. “How come you never said?”

“I still think you’re psychic.” Luna winked over her glass. You winked back.

“Yeah, how come you never said?” Lando asked, ready to give you the floor to explain everything you’ve ever done in your life. He looked at you like you held all the stars in the sky, his eyes turning back into hearts.

“It’s boring.” You waved your hand in the air. You weren’t being humble; you knew it wasn’t the most exciting national competition. Even with other civil engineers it was very hit or miss. “But if you want fun college stories, I’d much rather tell you about the jousting classes my friend signed me up for.”

“Can my partner get any cooler?” Lando’s eyes scrunched up in the way that made your heart melt. “Come on, glasses up.”

Lando raised a glass to you, giggling in his endearing way, and kissed your blushing cheek. You couldn’t help but laugh along and knock your glass to his.

Over another round, you told them about the countless times you got your butt knocked into the dirt, almost trampled by a horse, and how you accidentally stabbed your instructor. Carlos and Luna asked questions about the time you got knocked off the horse and had to engage in sword combat because the second instructor believed in historical accuracy. Lando was in tears when you told them about the time you and your best friend put on fake moustaches and bound your chests and convinced the male students to pretend to behead you in front of said second instructor – for historical accuracy of course.

When the other couple was busy getting ready to leave, Lando leaned over, cheeks still wet from crying, and said, “I need ya to tell me more about that competition thingy later. I want to know everything about you.”

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Oscar Piastri

“Bastard.”

Truly, you hadn’t meant to say the words out loud. Oscar and you were enjoying a nice week after his triple-header watching some cricket. His favorite cricket team’s star player had pulled off an amazing play and you had reacted with more annoyance than usual. You were just frustrated – the wounds still fresh having been out to dinner with your friend the night before.

But the deafening silence and Oscar’s slow turn to look at you let you know the words came out.

“Hypocrite, much?” Oscar laughed but his quirked brows begged for an answer.

“What?” Now it was your turn to wear the same expression.

“Oh, come on!” He sat up, a ‘let’s-see-you-explain-this-one’ smile graced his face. “Last week I called Jessica on that real estate show a ‘stone cold bitch’ and you said judging them like that was rude.”

“Because we don’t know them!” You laughed remembering his faux venom towards Jessica last week after she upstaged Jeanne at the showing. “You wouldn’t like it if people judged you solely on Drive, right?”

“But we don’t-wait, are you saying you know Donnie?” Oscar stared at you, eyes wide. When you couldn’t find the words in time, his eyes grew wider. “How do you know him?”

“Did.” You correct feebly. You sigh and Oscar gets into a better position to face you. In his eyes, the match was forgotten, and you were now the main center of entertainment. It was bound to come up eventually. You were surprised it had not come up in conversation yet. “He dated my friend, cheated on her, and then ‘accidentally’ broke another friend’s hand when he came to defend her.”

“When was this?” Oscar blinked rapidly, trying to process it.

“Well…” It was now your turn to blush. You were holding onto a grudge from years ago, like a child. “My friend and I just made the junior Olympic team – so we were probably 13 or 14? Look, I know it’s silly to hold that against him, but he used to be such a brat-,”

Oscar placed a hand on your lips. His lips quirked up and his eyes glowed. “I’m sorry, but when did you make the junior Olympic team? How have you not talked about that before? How did I not know this? Who are you?”

“I told you I used to play-,” you said around his fingers. He pulled them back and placed them on your thigh.

“Casually!” He laughed, the absurdity coming through. “You never said you were that good!”

“Oscar,” You gave him a look. “I’ve showed you my old team photos!”

“I just thought it was a little league thing! You had shown me the photos offhandedly.” Oscar’s grin was infectious, but you still rolled your eyes.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t read the title of the photo!” You defended. He squeezed your thigh as he laughed. He pointed to the screen.

“So you know him? Why didn’t you say anything?” Bemused, he looked between you and the screen that was highlighting your school-yard nemesis.

“Well.” You blush. “He’s one of your favorite players and bringing it up did feel childish. I didn’t want to ruin something you enjoyed.”

Laughing, he pulled you close to his chest. “You could never ruin this for me.”

You smiled into his chest and snuggled closer. After a beat of silence, he spoke again. “So are there any old videos of you playing?”

“Yes, but not too many. To my parents’ constant shame, I quit the next year to join an after-school bowling team because I thought it was more fun.”

“You what?!”

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Max Verstappen

He had spotted the crying girl first. You had noticed the twitch of concern on his face and turned in the direction he was facing. The two of you had found a quiet corner of the center to enjoy a moment of each other’s time before he would inevitably be pulled away. His hand had been on your back, warm and reassuring.

“What’s wrong?” Being slightly shorter, you couldn’t see whatever he was looking at. He tilted your head up and you saw he was looking at the balcony.

“A small kid. She looks lost.” He slipped his hand from your back and threaded his fingers through your hand. The two of you made your way up the stairs, you carefully trying to avoid the hem of your dress.

At the top, you found the girl had moved to a corner. She was crying, but at the sight of you two she seemed to want to disappear more. The two of you knelt down and Max tried to speak to her, but she just kept shaking her head and moving her hands. Max, helpless, look to you for some backup.

Fortunately, you understood.

With a practiced ease, your hands moved through the space in front of you. It had been a long time since you had signed with someone else in person. You and the small girl went back and forth, oblivious to Max’s razor-sharp gaze on you. Ever so often you stopped to translate to Max out loud without breaking the conversation with the girl, Emma.

“Her dad is Cas Albreen. He’s wearing a tie with small cats on it. She got it for him for Father’s Day.” You looked up at him, pausing to take in the warmth in his eyes, before pushing him towards the stairs. “You have your target, love. Bring him up here once you find him.”

“I’ll be right back.” He gave you one last look before he took off down the stairs. You beckoned the girl back out to the spot she was before – hoping if Max didn’t find him immediately, the father would know to look up. You watched Max move through the crowd efficiently and effectively. Many people tried to stop him for a conversation, but the media training kicked in and he found a way out as quickly as he could. Always inspecting the ties of the men that he passed.

You kept Emma entertained for a few more minutes, fully trusting your partner to get the job done. And it wasn’t long before you heard Max’s voice coming up the stairwell – his Dutch always something that went right to your heart. The dad swept the girl up into his arms – both tearful at that point.

The dad thanked the two of you profusely. Max told him it was no trouble. You said your goodbyes to Emma.

The two of you saddled next to one another at the top of the overlook.

“How long have you been able to do that?” He made a small gesture with his hands – as if it needed clarifying. You smiled, looking out over the gala below the two of you.

“Remember Rina?” You asked, although you knew he did. She was the one who introduced the two of you. You and she had met when she did an exchange year at your school. “Her favorite cousin, Lotte, the one that came with her, was deaf. I learned some so she wouldn’t feel left out. Lotte and I stayed in touch after she went home early. She was kind enough to keep teaching me.”

“But Rina is Dutch?” Max said, the gears turning in his head. You turned to look at him, unsure where the question was going, but he had that look where he was trying to get to the answer himself, so you stayed silent. “Hold on. Was that Dutch sign language?”

Ah. You laughed. While you didn’t speak Dutch, you were learning – you still had a long way to go to be conversational. Taking your amusement as an answer, Max ducked his head and shook it.

“So, your signing is better than your spoken?” Max gave a short laugh, before staring at you like you were a stranger and not the one he had been dating for roughly two years. “Who are you?”

“I’m still me, my love.” You kissed his cheek before patting it fondly. Max kissed you hand and rubbed it gently. “Come, we should rejoin the party.”

Max nodded. “But after, will you teach me some signs?”

Laughing and in love, the two of you returned to the party – counting the seconds until you could leave.

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George Russell

You blamed Alex for the conversation derailing. The dinner was going well and the boys were going back forth over the latest race. George had invited Kimi to join them and you were excited to get to know the younger driver that George had taken under his metaphorical wing. You got to sit next to Alex, across from George, which allowed Kimi to sit next to George.

What neither had expected was the way Kimi kept giving you a funny look when you laughed or joked with Alex. Kimi had gone to the restroom and George and Alex told you it was probably nothing. George promised to talk to Kimi about it later. You assured him it was fine. The kid wasn’t being rude, he just seemed to be trying to figure something out.

Kimi returned from the restroom and took a seat.

“Hey, my friend is going to Taiwan.” Alex said as he turned to you. “You used to live there for a bit, right?”

You nodded and raised the wine glass to your lips. You had done the last two years of high school in Taiwan and stayed for more language exchange. Kimi froze, but none of you noticed.

“Would you mind if I gave him your number?” Alex asked, polite as ever. “He has a bunch of questions, and I figured you would be the better resource. He’s also an avid hiker and I know you are all about that.”

“I would be happy-,” you had started to say, but Kimi slammed his glass down. You all turned to him with a mixed of concerned expressions, but he didn’t even blink. His eyes were zeroed in on you like the starting lights.

“Whygopashan!” Kimi grinned and now it was your turn to freeze. You hadn’t heard that name in years. “I kept trying to figure out where I heard your voice before! I used to watch those videos all the time! That’s you, right?”

Shock had taken you first. You shook it off though, defrosting from Kimi’s adamant enthusiasm. He reached for his phone and began typing.

“Yeah,” You laughed nervously. “I can’t believe you watched that. That was years ago!”

“Want to fill the rest of us in, sweetheart?” George asked. You looked at him and his lips were twitched in bemusement and excitement. Under the table he pressed his foot against your own. You pressed back, enjoying the small and unnoticed touch.

Your face was going red. “Yes, well, I used to run a Youtube channel while I was in Taiwan. It was originally just to record the hikes so if anyone couldn’t physically walk, they would still get to see the beauty. But it was like really small-,”

“This video has 7 million views.” Kimi said, turning his phone to the rest of you.

“What?!” All three of you leaned forward. Lo and behold, Kimi was telling the truth. Over seven million people had watched the video. It was one of your later videos, a random interview. Usually, you just hiked up and down – keeping the camera pointed away from your face. That video a fan had reached out to invite you on a hike of YuShan, he had secured a lottery ticket to climb. It was a large enough group so you had agreed.

“Yeah!” Kimi was beaming now, his mystery finally solved. He looked at you with half admiration and half satisfaction. “Your voice was really soothing and I would put it on in the background to study. I liked this interview a lot.”

“I was trying to improve my Mandarin and learn some Taiwanese.” You explained, turning your gaze to Alex and George. George just looked at you, his expression thoughtful. One finger over his lips. You blushed, furiously, under his intense expression.

“Well one of the people you interviewed became like a huge singer.” Kimi turned his phone back to look at the comments. “Yeah, she was the lead singer of DemandFour!”

“No way!” Alex was already pulling his phone up and looking up the old channel.

“And you weren’t going to tell me?” George asked, lips twitching behind his finger. Amuzed was one word for his expression.

“It was years ago!” You held your hands out in front of you. “I had mostly forgotten about it.”

“You think you know someone. And here I thought I was the only one that would get recognized between the two of us.” He shook his head, clearly being playful.

“Besides, that was high school me!” You glanced at Alex’s screen and cringed. “I had kinda put that behind me.”

“I’m sure it’s not that-,” George started, but Alex shook his head.

“No, it’s definitely that bad. Seriously?” He turned to you as if seeing you in a whole new light. “The side ponytail? On a…nine mile hike?”

George’s face lit up, pushed his seat back and stood up. You tried to sink back into your seat – hoping to disappear from existence. Alex and Kimi were looking at one another’s screens, giggling like children.

“Alex, you’ve got the bill. Kimi, you’re old enough to find your way back to the hotel.” George said, already grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the vallet. “We’ve got bigger things tonight, boys.”

[charmac]

Literal Trash Twins plot...

[softcenteregg]

Always get consent before squishin that 🍑~

Gonna make me some stickers along with those buttons. Also up later this month~ 😘

[tomatotomatotomato1]

BLASTer i hardly KNOWer amirite guys

[aria-greenhoodie]

I fucking HATE them.

Click for Quality!

[gillmossyagate]

Was talking with a mutual about this earlier but like, if someone somehow managed to get Cale to laugh hard enough, I feel like he would have one of those midwestern dad cackles. Normally he'll have a quiet laugh, snort/smile if he finds something mildly amusing or wheeze silently if something catches him off-guard. But a full belly-laugh? That man CACKLES.

Like imagine:

It's fully silent in the Super Rock Villa because everyone is busy doin their own thing, and then all of a sudden this loud laugh starts echoing through the place, and everyone has a moment of pause when they realize.

Something made Cale fucking Henituse cackle.

This has never happened before, but the same thought crosses everyone's mind:

"We need to hear him laugh like that again."

Suddenly, it becomes a challenge with money on the line. Whoever can get Cale to cackle again will get 100 galleons from everyone participating as well as bragging rights at having made Cale laugh.

Alberu gets involved, and adds the condition that if someone manages to get him to slap his knee while he's laughing, he will give them a golden plaque.

The Henituse Family gets involved.

Duke Fredo von Ejellan gets involved.

Eruhaben gets involved.

Ron motherfucking Molan even joins in.

Everyone is so incredibly invested in this, so much so that Cale has started picking up on a shift in something. He isn't sure what changed, but he starts gaining a 6th sense for dad jokes thanks to all the attempts made by Deruth and Duke Fredo. They were all so bad that they almost looped around to being funny again. The moment Cale feels a dad joke coming, he goes stone-faced in preparation for one of the worst puns known to any race.

At most, if they're bad enough, it makes him crack a smile or snort. But none have managed to make him belly-laugh yet.

Eruhaben and Rosalyn are almost tempted to magic their way through and use a harmless laughing gas, but both agree that it would probably be cheating and also very unethical.

Raon, Ohn, and Hong are in it too. So far, Ohn has come the closest. No one knows how she did it, but she got a laugh out of him. But it wasn't quite THE laugh.

Eventually, when Sui Khan comes around, he catches wind of this alleged cackle-laugh and gets involved too. He doesn't fully join into the challenge. That would be unfair after all, as he's known Cale the longest. But he does help the others out with their ideas or jokes to get Cale to laugh.

A lethal duo begins to form, as Ohn has decided to request Sui Khan's help. No one knows what to expect, but everyone is absolutely in this to win the money and, most importantly, the bragging rights.

[ahkylous]

Me explaining why we can't go back to our home dimension and will never see our family again:

My twelve year old niece:

[sadlynotthevoid]

Modern LCF AU where Lily and Bassen get tired of people trash talking their brother— specially because they know a lot of what they say is exaggerated or down right slander— so they create the first and only (for now) Cale Henituse Appreciation Account (the original one, of course).

The posts alternates between iconic Og!Cale quotes and wholesome annecdotes about him in no particular order and answers fighting hate posts about him.

Some people follow them because they're funny but almost no one believes them. So they decide to reclute Hans to their efforts.

Why? Because he's a good photographer. He has an account dedicated to cute photos of random cats.

Their next post is a short video of Og!Cale crunching down in front of a stray dog, both of them staring at each other and tilting their heads in synchronization. The video ends when the dog puts a muddy paw on his shoulder. He whispers "You're a good girl" and giggles.

When winter break is over, Og!Cale is widely confused. He went away for some weeks to deal with stuff and when he came back no one feared him anymore. No one avoids him, no one looks at him like they day couldn't get worse. Some people even greeted him. Genuinely, friendly greeted him. Not the fake two faced greet people do because they have to.

Rok Soo seats next to him and he's so relieved that he's the same as always— Until he asks him if he plans to adopt the dog.

What dog? What do you mean that "from the video"? What video? There's an account of what?!

He opens his phone and checks it quickly.

Og!Cale, immediately recognizing the pattern speech: Lily, what are you doing on twitter? You're too young.

Lily: It's fine. Oppa and Hans are with me.

Og!Cale: So, those are your accomplices.

[iikisa]

mighty raon and cale! (not red dragon this time haha)

cale’s up to something again… huhuhuh.. 🙂‍↔️

[unknownn-girl]

Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ ͙⊹

[martinsorbit]

Finders Keepers warm up sketches b4 I start designing some character stuff

I missed themm

The DCAs arms/hands keep breaking because of how much they move and do silly acrobatics, pairing that with some leftover water+fire damage, it is one of the things that Y/N has to repair often;

New compatible parts are hard to find + expensive (considering how old the DCAs model is), so Y/N normally has to go to old faztech electronic trash dumps to find something that might work, which is usually pieces of other similar-looking Attendants from some old FAZCO animatronic line. You really hope sun and moon don't know about this, or else things will get awkward