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For RadioDust day 5, Mafia on the Radio

I just did updated, time appropriate (well I tried for them to be) designs

Not actually ship art persay but that’s fine.

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please watch Monkey Wrench on YouTube! It’s an amazing indie animated series with great characters, amazing animation, and a killer soundtrack.

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Me talking about my fictional crush: He's beautiful - like the most gorgeous man ever to be seen, he's smart, he'd be funny as hell irl, he'd support me in my efforts to fight god, he wouldn't be able to finish his jokes because he'd be laughing too hard <3, he is small, I would fistfight a certain shitty emperor who killed him in canon, he is charming and adorable and fucking yeeeee-

....My fictional crush:

#i've decided not to be normal today #stoica bakugan #stoica bgi #stoica

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sometimes I wonder if scavengers think slugcats are related to oysters

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I'm going rabid with the need to talk about a Tales of Xadia OC x Easgann

LISTEN LISTEN LiSTen

I'm not normal about these two in the slightest.

So yeah, a while back I made a Tidebound elf Dark Mage named Calder, who is Finnegrin's son who wants nothing to do with his dad. Calder can't use Ocean magic - he's an elf born without an arcanum. And so here are some reasons I accidentally started shipping my boy with Easgann:

-Easgann teasing Calder because even though Calder puts up one hell of a front to convince people that he's dangerous and terrible, Calder's got a good heart. And Easgann thinks it's very amusing how Calder blushes when Easgann calls him a "Secret Good Person."

-Meanwhile Calder's brain is turning to mush because nobody has ever just praised him without intending to manipulate him. It takes maybe a week for him to be willing to follow Easgann into Hell. Don't get me wrong: he's smart, he's cunning, he's ruthless when it's called for. But it took one "good boy" from Easgann to make his mental health go brrrr.

-Easgann meeting Calder's dad (before, you know, the events from the show where *SPOILER* Finnegrin fucking dies). Easgann finds out that Finnegrin has used "Veinus Frigardis" to try to force Calder to develop an Ocean Arcanum through sheer survival instinct, and then later just because he's bitter at Calder for not being the perfect Ocean mage heir for him. And Easgann gets to be heroic and get Calder away from his father.

-Hurt/Comfort where Calder has only JUST been rescued by Easgann from being punished by Finnegrin. He's still freezing cold and needs Easgann to protect him and help him warm up before he develops hypothermia.

-Calder seeing Easgann as such a good person, and having a moment of "Easgann thinks I'm good...? Could I really be good?"

-Easgann realizes that even if he ended up only saving Calder in the end, that'd be good enough for him.

-Them adventuring together for so long that both Easgann AND Calder become folktales. And Easgann is pleasantly surprised by this. Easgann decides that Calder has to be part of his legend.

-Them using magic to be able to have kids. Little Horizonbound (Skywing/Tidebound) babies.

#calder #tdp oc #tdp ocean magic #tidebound elf #tidebound elves #easgann #tales of xadia #two pansexuals #skywing elf

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This man needs some fuckin Adderall.

#floyd leech #twisted wonderland

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“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

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the way this verse has consumed me

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god what a rancid man (affectionate)

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Adam should come back as a demon and find out that Pentious got into heaven.

And I want to watch him come crawling to Charlie's hotel like the fucking pissbaby he is, trying to get redeemed and having to do ALL of Charlie's redemption exercises.

Also: trust fall where nobody catches him.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin adam

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But you'll only stand a chance if you're out for love

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"shipping and blorbofication are not inherently at odds with understanding a story's deep themes" and "some people can't grasp the themes of a story because they never learned how to engage with stories outside of the lens of shipping and blorbofication" are two statements that can coexist

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Quick rant, yo hazbin hotel fans (specifically the fans that keep police alastor ships) asexual does not always mean sex repulsed or that we dont date/love. As an asexual person myself i am sick of peoples constant comments being “u do know he’s ace right?” or “alastor is literally ace” on any post that ships him. Asexual is a spectrum. Another thing asexuality has nothing to do with romantic attraction (thats aro which i dont think he is confirmed to be)

sorry if this sounds rude but i had to get this off my chest these comments are making me want to rip my hair out the start a 101 on the asexual spectrum cause there is always at least one comment like this on any ship involving him.

#THANK YOU

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Annoying colleague

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Angel Dust: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.

Alastor, cracks his knuckles: Manslaughter it is.

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YOU hates terfs

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every time someone bitches about how drizzt is Inexplicably Good For No Reason and that makes him a too-good mary sue my literary pretention meter goes up another pip

Like huh! I wonder why Drizzt would kick back against the constant indoctrination of the academy and the implied social skills that are required to be a proper adult in Menzo society

“I will remember everything you taught me,” Drizzt promised, dodging a cut and launching a fierce counter of his own. “I will carve my name in the halls of Melee-Magthere and make you proud.” The scowl on Zak’s face surprised Drizzt, and the young drow grew even more confused when the weapons master’s next attack sent a sword knifing straight at his heart. Drizzt leaped aside, slapping at the blade in sheer desperation, and narrowly avoided impalement. “Are you so very sure of yourself?” Zak growled, stubbornly pursuing Drizzt. Drizzt set himself as their blades met in ringing fury. “I am a fighter,” he declared. “A drow warrior!” “You are a dancer!” Zak shot back in a derisive tone. He slammed his sword onto Drizzt’s blocking scimitar so savagely that the young drow’s arm tingled. “An imposter!” Zak cried. “A pretender to a title you cannot begin to understand!”

It's not like he had a sudden fight with his beloved mentor right before they left

But Zak was relentless. He fended the attacks and continued his lesson. “Do you know the emotions of murder?” he spat. “Have you reconciled yourself to the act you committed?” Drizzt’s only answers were a frustrated growl and a renewed attack. “Ah, the pleasure of plunging your sword into the bosom of a high priestess,” Zak taunted. “To see the light of warmth leave her body while her lips utter silent curses in your face! Or have you ever heard the screams of dying children?” [...] “How loud, those screams,” Zak continued. “They echo over the centuries in your mind; they chase you down the paths of your entire life.” Zak halted the action so that Drizzt might weigh his every word. “You have never heard them, have you, dancer?” The weapons master stretched his arms out wide, an invitation. “Come, then, and claim your second kill,” he said, tapping his stomach. “In the belly, where the pain is greatest, so that my screams may echo in your mind. Prove to me that you are the drow warrior you claim to be.” The tips of Drizzt’s scimitars slowly made their way to the stone floor. He wore no smile now. “You hesitate,” Zak laughed at him. “This is your chance to make your name. A single thrust, and you will send a reputation into the Academy before you. Other students, even masters, will whisper your name as you pass. ‘Drizzt Do’Urden,’ they will say. ‘The boy who slew the most honored weapons master in all of Menzoberranzan!’ Is this not what you desire?” “Damn you,” Drizzt spat back, but still he made no move to attack. “Drow warrior?” Zak chided him. “Do not be so quick to claim a title you cannot begin to understand!” Drizzt came on then, in a fury he had never before known. His purpose was not to kill, but to defeat his teacher, to steal the taunts from Zak’s mouth with a fighting display too impressive to be derided.

where Drizzt desperately wanted validation that he Did Good and learned everything Zak wanted him to learn and got nothing but Zak suddenly turning on him and telling him he was a stupid child who didn't understand anything about what being a drow warrior really means. it went from a clean fair fight to suddenly being tricked

“Treachery,” Drizzt spat a third time. “It is our way,” Zak replied. “You will learn.” “It is your way,” snarled Drizzt. “You grin when you speak of murdering clerics of the Spider Queen. Do you so enjoy killing? Killing drow?” Zak could not find an answer to the accusing question. Drizzt’s words hurt him profoundly because they rang of truth, and because Zak had come to view his penchant for killing clerics of Lolth as a cowardly response to his own unanswerable frustrations. “You would have killed me,” Drizzt said bluntly. “But I did not,” Zak retorted. “And now you live to go to the Academy—to take a dagger in the back because you are blind to the realities of our world, because you refuse to acknowledge what your people are. “Or you will become one of them,” Zak growled. “Either way, the Drizzt Do’Urden I have known will surely die.” Drizzt’s face twisted, and he couldn’t even find the words to dispute the possibilities Zak was spitting at him. He felt the blood drain from his face, though his heart raged. He walked away, letting his glare linger on Zak for many steps. “Go, then, Drizzt Do’Urden!” Zak cried after him. “Go to the Academy and bask in the glory of your prowess. Remember, though, the consequences of such skills. Always there are consequences!” Zak retreated to the security of his private chamber. The door to the room closed behind the weapons master with such a sound of finality that it spun Zak back to face its empty stone. “Go, then, Drizzt Do’Urden,” he whispered in quiet lament. “Go to the Academy and learn who you really are.” [...] Drizzt looked out into the myriad colors and shapes that composed Menzoberranzan. “What is this place?” he whispered, realizing how little he knew of his homeland beyond the walls of his own house. Zak’s words—Zak’s rage—pressed in on Drizzt as he stood there, reminding him of his ignorance and hinting at a dark path ahead. “This is the world,” Dinin replied, though Drizzt’s question had been rhetorical. “Do not worry, Secondboy,” he laughed, moving up onto the railing. “You will learn of Menzoberranzan in the Academy. You will learn who you are and who your people are.” The declaration unsettled Drizzt. Perhaps—remembering his last bitter encounter with the drow he had most trusted—that knowledge was exactly what he was afraid of.

And its like GEE. I WONDER WHY DRIZZT HAS SUCH AN AVERSION TO BETRAYAL AND THE LESSONS THEY TEACH IN THE ACADEMY. IT'S NOT LIKE "WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE A DROW WARRIOR" IS THE LAST THING HIS DAD LEFT HIM WITH BEFORE HE WENT OFF TO THE ACADEMY FOR TEN YEARS. ITS NOT LIKE HIS FIRST EXPERIENCE OF "BEING A PROPER DROW" WAS A REJECTION THAT HURT HIM DEEPLY OR ANYTHING.

Naw naw he's just a perfect little guy. Just the perfect mary sue. Obviously it just comes from nowhere because he is just so good. It's not foreshadowed at all.