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Why asbar is so so stellar is because it literally is blasphemy like thats not bruce wayne well at least not the cannon one and might not be dick grayson either both are some weird perversions of something our cannon counterparts might fear and they bicker they bitch about each other fucking bite and bark and rip at each other's wounds as much as they lick each other's wounds but most of all i honestly think they love each other in a new degree(another unhealthy one of course) and that might scare me most
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DOODLE DUMP OF MY FAVORITES!!!!!
#BAAAHH POSTAL DUDE 3 PUSSY JUMPSCARE#postal 2#postal dude#papacificifi#postal#my art#duke nukem#some r new some r old#postal fanart#postal 3#postal 4#dukedude#caleb blood#blood 1997#serious sam#serious sam 4
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Recently I found a real big bag of alcohol markers at the thrift shop for real cheap
some of them smell absolutely vile but other than that it's smooth sailing, here's a test drive
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what do you guys tend to watch or do on the side while you draw? i usually have some kind of video/movie/show playing, right now im watching the final destination movies again to torture myself
#🖤#i say torture because theyre like#not..very good.. full of many plot holes and what not#inconsistent rules between movies but baaahh whatever theyre fun#taurless
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I forgot to announce. I have a Ko-fi!
Commissions will be closed for a little while until I have a break from school and so more time to work on them. If you want to support me outside of that, this is how to do it!
Obligatory guts-spilling: I'm poor and want to go to college and buy a burger sometimes 👍
(I want to have something small offered for, say, $10 donations. but for now this is good. Not sure what I could offer; a tiny simplified character doodle? Feedback/advice appreciated.)
#thoughts#kofi#had this saved as a draft for a little while hemming and hawing but baaahh. I lose nothing by puttin this out there
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I drew the simpson from memory here they are in order form best to worst
if it was in order of creation it would be Marge,Homer,bart,Lisa,Maggie.
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bitches in the club singing along to "music for indigo" off of adrianne lenker's instrumentals
#bah bah bah baaahh baah bahh bah bah bah baaah baah bahh#that one bit in the middl has been stuck in my head for hours#adrianne lenker#many thoughts to be thunk
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psst ive been storing my demon slayer ramblings over here → @girlboar
feel free to watch me go insane if that's what u desire
#rambles#liveblogging basically#i will only post about it on my main.once#cuz im a little self conscious#but thats okay#im having fun feel free to ignore hehehehe#anyways. have a good day#ALSO ORIGINALLY HAD A DIFFEREMT URL OVER THERE BUT I FOUND OUT THAT GIRLBOAR WAS NOT TAKEN AND I REALLY REALLY WANTED 2 USE JT BAAAHH
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Lamb: Baaahh~☆
Goat:
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH‼️‼️‼️‼️
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I found the Malena scene in the MZD MV very inspiring, so how about some poly!JO with everyone trying to seduce Jan 👀
Very good prompt and I agree! I chose to keep the setting to ‘music video shoot’, that way we’d be blessed with a Tinka cameo🐑
(sfw text)
“Jan! Watch this!” Jure was face-down on the concrete stands, doing push-ups with one arm resting on his back.
“It’d be more impressive if someone lay on you,” Jan said, mostly in jest.
Jure stopped to consider. “You’re right. Bojan! Come here.”
“Can’t,” Bojan called as he rummaged through the car’s trunk, bent over and head hidden between all the stuff (junk) they (Jure) had been certain they’d need on this trip.
“Here.” Kris appeared behind him and handed Jan the biggest of the five ice cream cones he was holding.
“Thanks,” Jan accepted it. Vanilla. His favorite. “But where—“
“Packed them,” Kris answered, an explanation for where he’d found ice cream at an abandoned building. Maybe they could use that in the video, Jan thought as he switched the unlit cigarette that’d been hanging from the corner of his lips in favor of the frozen treat.
“Aha!” Bojan exclaimed when he found what he’d been looking for. He pulled the elusive garment free and bounced over to Jan. “Arms out.”
Bojan held up his leather jacket for Jan to wear, yet changed his mind at the last second and wrapped it around Jan’s shoulders instead, the reason being he ‘looked cuter’ that way.
“Was that better?”
Jan nodded as thanks and leaned against the wall to enjoy the remaining ice cream. Rubbing his bare arms had been enough for Bojan to rush to their overpacked car, convinced he was freezing. Jan hadn’t stopped him though.
“Bojan, come here!” Jure hadn’t given up on showing off his strength to Jan. “I need you to lie on my back while I do push-ups,” he said and then glanced at Jan when he confidently added “one-armed push-ups.”
“Baaahh.” Before Bojan could comply, Tinka the sheep bleated her contentment.
“Jan, look.” Nace offered her little tufts of green grass. “Isn’t she cute?”
“Yeah.”
“Wanna try feeding her?” Nace looked hopefully up at him from his place next to Tinka, offering Jan a handful of grass that he’d squatted down and ripped off for him as he petted the sheep’s head.
“Sure, a bit later.” Jan patted the pockets on Bojan’s leather jacket in search of a lighter. “I need a smoke first.”
Sounds of scrambling, then four hands immediately reached toward him to offer a light, and two of them weren’t even regular smokers themselves.
Jan smiled. He could get used to this.
#this is just pure unadulterated chaos i’m sorry#joker out#jan peteh#kris guštin#jure maček#bojan cvjetićanin#nace jordan#poly!jo#prompt#anon#quadruple drabble#joker out fanfiction
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(He chuckled, his grin somehow growing wider)
Well, isn't that just awesome-?!
(He tilted his head slightly, his grin turning into a smirk)
Well, I wouldn't mind if you did, it was YOUR idea after all, hah!
(He flushed slightly, surprised by Rudy pulling him close)
Hm? What is it?
(That blush faded, replaced with curiosity.)
@ask-reindeer-dad
Rudy! You're out of the hospital already-??
(He cleared his throat and combed through his beard with his hands, trying to look more presentable, he can't look homeless, now!)
It's going... GREAT!!! With social media, I- haha, I've gotten WAY more service! I've made over $300 just yesterday! Isn't that crazy?!
(He grinned widely, putting his hands on his hips)
How've you been, hm?
#// i was surprised when there wasn't any asgore blogs#// had to fix that. love this goat boy#// BAAAHH. Love these 2
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Baaahh!
*pours bucket of water on him.*
Sheep translation: Wake up Levi!
( @ask-sheepmc )
D'ahh! What was that for?! I'd already woken up, thank you.
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and some doodles of the sisters as ponys, a few days ago i saw a fanart of Viva as a pony AND I LOVED IT, although i admit that i'm not good at drawing ponies, but baaahH i tried
#trolls band together#dreamworks trolls#trolls#trolls 3#mlp and trolls#ponysona#the scene would be something like this#Poppy is wearing her little dress which covers her wings#and when she sees the lively cape#Poppy asks her if she can use it for a moment to which she answers yes#Then Poppy takes out her wings to make her cape shine better AND Hurray#see that Poppy is a princess#That's when she reveals her horn hidden behind her hair#delusions at 4:13 am
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The Goods, the Bollocks, the Testes
“She’s not a damn dog, Dementus.”
It was an unusually pleasant evening. They had camped in the lee of a ridge, above a dry riverbed. Dementus’ tent was pitched, and the distinctive kite flew over it, signaling the Octoboss’s whereabouts, but the two of them sat outside, looking out over the desert while they ate their evening meal. Behind them, the clamor of the Horde setting up for the night echoed off the rocks.
“’Course she’s not a dog, why would I think she was?” The warlord settled in on a rock and sipped at his cup of…something. It contained grub mash, that was about all either of them knew. “For one thing, she’s prettier than my dogs.”
“That’s not what I mean. What’s the point of hauling her around with us? At least the History Man’s useful. What have you got planned for her?”
“Planned? I haven’t got anything planned for her. It’s just nice to be a family man again, that’s all.”
“She’d not your kid.”
“She could be. She’s got the spunk.” Dementus chuckled. “Took a chunk right out of ol’ Rizzdale’s hand. That’ll teach him to be careful.”
“Yeah. And then you had to throw a muzzle on her cause she tried to take a chunk out of you.”
“Heh. Yeah, she could be my kid. Got my spunk.”
“That’s not where she gets it from.” The Octoboss scowled into his cup. “Her mum had pair on her, a big clanging brass pair. And she’s got the same.”
“Ah, what does it matter if she takes after her mum or me-”
“You shouldn’t have made her watch, D. But since you did, you shouldn’t have brought her with. One of these days that kid’s gonna turn around and put a knife in your back; tomorrow or ten years from now, it won’t matter. Then what are the rest of us gonna do?”
Dementus screwed up his face and gave an exaggerated shrug. “What does anybody do when one warlord gets taken out by a better warlord?” He glanced at the Octoboss, who was rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Hey, you’re not going soft on me, are you? We had to do what we had to do. She wasn’t gonna tell us if we just asked nice-like. Besides, she snapped almost twenty men. Some of ‘em were your men! We can’t just let her walk after that. What kind of message does that send? Huh, the great Octoboss does one bitch too many and decides to grow a conscience? Hah!”
The Octoboss answered with an exasperated glare. Dementus kept talking.
“It’s survival of the fittest out here: she survived, so she’s the fittest. Who better to take over the Great Biker Horde? Aren’t you always saying we should think about the future?” He took a swig of soup. “What am I supposed to do with her?”
The Octoboss waited until he was done before speaking. “Get rid of her. You can have Organic do it nice and quiet while she’s asleep, she won’t feel anything. You get rid of her and you save us all a lot of trouble down the road.” He set his soup cup down. “Have I ever given you bad advice?”
“Baah. You’re scared of her, aren’t you? Scared of a little kid?” Dementus grinned at the idea. The Octoboss didn’t smile.
“Yeah, I am. And you should be too.”
For a moment Dementus met his eyes, and he dared to think he’d talked some sense into him. Then the moment passed.
“Baaahh.” Dementus got up. “Never throw out anything useful. And she might still be useful! Besides, you said it, she’s got a big clanging brass pair on her. She’ll make one hell of a biker when she grows up. A worthy successor to the Great Dementus!”
“She’s not gonna success anything, D, she hates your guts-”
Dementus kept walking, talking over him. The Octoboss sat back down, rubbing his neck. Damned if Dementus didn’t know how to give him a proper headache.
His men would be talking tonight, as they had most nights since the woman and child from the place of abundance had rolled into their camp. They had a good thing going with Dementus, he always told them. What he didn’t tell them was that good thing was always one of Dementus’ bright ideas away from falling apart.
#octoboss holds the hordes one braincell#furiosa a mad max saga#dementus#octoboss#furiosa#organic mechanic#history man#the great biker horde#rizzdale pell#fanfiction#fanfic
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Hoooowwww can you see be fore my eyes..... like open do ooorrs..s ...
Guys im so bored...BAAAHH!!!
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BAAAHH TITLE PAGE!!! (Also a space filler because the double page spread throws off the posting schedule a bit.)
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