#Order Form

[noodledingus]

The cursed pillow is here!

Get yours today!

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[ID: The Doc Hudson body pillow. Don't sue me Disney, it says Doe if you squint.

Size is 60 inches by 21 inches. An example photo of the front and back of the pillow is included. 100% Polyester, wow.

!!Available in 2 versions!! Body pillow case only, pillow not included. $80 worldwide.

Body Pillow with pillow included. $120 for US and Canada and $130 for international orders.

Please fill out order form below to order! Invoice will be sent via paypal. Will require shipping address so only 18 and up.

Any questions, please DM @ noodledingus.

:) Have a good day :)

Disclaimer, pillow will not smell like gasoline as previously stated, LOL. /end ID]

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[kn96artworks]

IT'S HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :DDD

12$ / rm 12 + shipping. HMU for on

ORDER FORM -> https://forms.gle/FdfXVa9e4eD3KEdB7

[alexstarksblog]

Fuck it happened! Art, which, as I thought, I completely lost in ibis paint x, I was able to restore via PC! I'm so happy about it!!

And what about the hands behind Sandra, those are the hands from her Order form💚

[garadinervi]

Something Else Press – Order Form, Something Else Press, Glover, VT, 1973 [Walker Art Center, Minneapolis, MN]

[gijoe-forever]

[zoomar]

Order Now!

Pac-Man You'll eat it up! Bumper Sticker

I ❤️ Pac-Man Apron

[vending-deeper]

Are you ready to be Beguiled?

It's almost time for @beguiledcon - the midwestern erotic hypnosis convention located just outside of Chicago! I will be there, and (for some people) more importantly, my cookies will be there!

This year's baked goods offerings are:

Infinite Mysteries - my original secret ingredient chocolate chip cookie, named by @ellaenchanting

London Fogs - my famous earl grey tea chocolate chip cookies

GingerLEES - my extra extra gingery gingerbread butterscotch cookies, named for the only person I know who likes ginger more than I do

Blackstraps - my gingery molasses crinkly cookies

Heck Yeahs - my classic triple chocolate brownies

HellKATTS - my spicy brownies, inspired by @somehowbreathtaking's hell brownie challenge

ARILoaf - my classic banana bread, named in honor of @arihi

TENNLoaf - my classic banana bread with added chocolate chips, named in honor of @tennfan2

AND NEW FOR 2023

Bad Decisions - my new bacon chocolate chip cookie

and

LYNXLoaf - my gluten-free banana bread, named for the most energetic person that I know.

Baked goods orders are open from now until June 15th!

ORDER FORM

[misforgotten2]

Free, if you consider selling yourself into mail-order indentures servitude Free.

[bet-on-me-13]

The cult of...Danny Fenton?

So! Way back when Danny first moved into his new neighborhood in Gotham, he had some trouble controlling his Powers. The different Types and Levels of Ectoplasm in the air when compared to Amity had thrown off his control.

He was used to being in places where his Ectoplasm meshed well with the Atmosphere, like a Water Balloon in a Pool, but in Gotham that analogy would be closer to a Water Balloon in the sewers. It was too different from what he was used to to fully control his Powers.

So it's understandable that he messed up a few times and his neighbors found out about his Abilities.

They took it well at first, Danny wasn't going to go Rogues or anything, and he never used them maliciously, but eventually they got curious.

They asked what his limits were, how he got them in the first place, and what the hell the Ghost Zone was. The answers "None Really", "I died and was reborn", and "A Collective of every Afterlife at once" did spark some interesting reactions from them.

Most importantly, a few of them joked about him being an Eldritch God that they needed to worship. He was good enough friends with them that at that point they felt comfortable pranking eachother, so they did just that.

Danny woke up one day on his birthday, and saw all of his friends and neighbors surrounding the makeshift Throne they had made and put him on while he was asleep. The entire day they chanted stuff like "The Great One requires Ms. Smiths Apple Pie for his day of birth!" And "The Great One Wishes for us to sing the Ritual Song! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birth-"

After his birthday, they kept up the joke.

It didn't help that his powers had evolved Again! And now he could bestow abilities onto his friends. The jokes they made about their God granting them Supernatural Powers to rule the world with were insufferable.

Then, one day while he was just resting at home, watching a movie on his TV, he felt a Pull at his Core. The same kind of Pull whenever he was being summoned. But why would they summon hi- Oh Shit! It's Mr Jenkins Party today! He was supposed to meet them at the Warehouse they used for special events an Hour Ago!

He quickly accepted the Summoning, but was met with a suprising sight. His Neighbors all tied up in a pile to his right, a spilled table of party food to his left, and right in front of him, Batman and his Family watching him with wary eyes.

Slowly, he opened his mouth. "...so, did you come for the party or..."

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[theonewhowails]

cult trait: good die young

[smollkittykat]

I kind of don't like how a lot of people forget that despite all the angst and the drama around Dean and Cas they are fundamentaly best friends.

How many times did Dean say it throught the entire show? Bobby in season 6 saying "Well, you just lost the best friend you ever had."

For Bobby to say that, knowing Dean better than even Sam in some regards, how many times had Dean been sitting with Castiel on the couch in his living room?

Cas doesn't sleep, and rarely does Dean, with the Apocalypse looming right behind him.

So all they had left, in those quiet nights were each other. And they were okay with it, because they liked each other's company.

[bleekay]

doodles from today cause i had a thought: water tribe dragon-blood boy who despite every attempt could not hide his true nature, and fire nation dragon-blood boy who despite every attempt could never take full dragon form

sokka maims himself in an attempt to look more human, breaking off his own horns, cutting his ears, picking at his scales, but everyone sees what he really is. the dragons were responsible for so much death and destruction and he hates being their kind, and so he runs. meanwhile, being able to embrace the dragon in him is all zuko ever wanted, his royal bloodline expecting it of him, but he fails and he fails and is humiliated, tortured, and cast out for his weakness.

on the shores they meet.

or something! :)

[garadinervi]

Something Else Press – Order Form, Something Else Press, Glover, VT, 1972 [Walker Art Center, Minneapolis, MN]

[demonic0angel]

Story Idea

Story idea where the Batfamily stumbles upon a painting that was kept away because it's considered haunted and take it home. It has reportedly caused hallucinations, dizziness, headaches and nosebleeds, unnaturally unlucky incidents, “accidental” deaths, and much, much more, whenever one is kept in someone’s home. It's one of the Team Phantom members, but I like to think it's Jazz because she's a good introduction to the ghost craziness.

However, at night, they discover why the painting is called haunted. When night falls, the painting talks and has conversation with people, just like a regular person. At first, only Jason could see it and he thought he was going crazy until Jazz was eventually able to chat with all of the Batfamily members and says that she’s actually part of a collection. A collection of 7 paintings that were all created by her little brother for their family, which also included his portrait, and they have to collect them all or the paintings will continue to wreck havoc on the mental and psychological health of everybody around them. (The only reason the Batfamily is safe is because Jazz is a less haunted painting than the others and the Batfamily are already halfway insane).

Cue ghost and spy shenanigans as the Batfamily all have to search for the 7 paintings created by D. P. Fenton, a mysterious individual who created 7 works of art and trapped his loved ones’ spirits inside of them.

Sketches of the paintings

[gffa]

Kind of quietly dying at this, because it has the potential to be so funny, like the sheer amount of hilarious "ohhhh I recognize that fucking garbage combination Master Tiira created for himself and then taught to his poor padawan" ribbing that Jedi would give each other, only like more polite. Some Jedi is watching the Padawans duel each other and sees a particular combo and makes a face. "Master, is some thing wrong?" "Ah, no, Padawan, only that that that move seemed familiar. I do believe you must be Master Tiira's Padawan, I recognize that.... particular style of his that he's passed to you." He absolutely means "that fucking garbage combo" and Tiira will know it. Later, Master Tiira hears it and only says, "It may not have been the most elegant, that's true, but at least I didn't try to combine all seven forms into one move and land on a particularly delicate bit of anatomy, but oh I'm sure that's just a random example I have thought up just now, certainly nothing Saavin would have done. I do hope that you never tell that poor Padawan of his about any such thing." (Saavin absolutely did and has no business criticizing anyone else's lightsaber combos.)