Grunkle Stan FANARTS BOMB, These Ones I’m Quite Proud

Second or Third Contact

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

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twelve whole hogs in THIS meat grinder

Etsy warlock oh god

Warlock who just buys spells off etsy

Why does etsy favor items I viewed just as much as items I favorited. Like I looked at the “spell to turn you into a mermaid” I was recommended out of curiosity and now they think I’m in the market for spells. Like a warlock.

throwing off the yoke of yourself

Lil comic I thought of while watching @dropoutdottv's Adventuring Academy with Ross Bryant as a guest

one of my favourite episodes!

happy pride

Penny and her eeveelutions

credit: mikripkm on X

woman fear me, fish fear me, unless they happen to be an aberration then i am definitely the one afraid,

Me irl u_u

so glad i can finally share this- here's something i did for a secret santa event!!

OH MY GOSH THAT IS AMAZING I THOUGHT IT WAS A PHOTO OF COSPLAY AT FIRST!!

SO BEAUTIFUL

I cant stop beholding it =0

Late to TAZ lady week, sry.

Monday 2/13: Favorite female character / The Oculus

Portrait of Madame Director 

Wow

The similarities

The Stan Twins & The Murdock Twins

This has to be the silliest comparison post I’ve made so far but I couldn’t help myself from seeing the similarities between Stanford and Stanley Pines and Matt Murdock and Mike Murdock.

Stan and Ford were twins who come from a working class Jewish household in New Jersey. Matt and Mike are twins who lived with their working class father in Hell’s Kitchen, New York City.

Stan and Mike were regarded as the troublemaking twin to their smarter twin, Ford and Matt, who either lets them copy off their homework or pretends to be them for their summer make up class. However, Stan and Mike are also their twin’s protector, often getting into trouble with the school because they keep squaring off against the bullies who would target their brother.

Ford and Matt are both intelligent men, the twin their father saw as having a real chance of getting out of their neighborhood and making a name for themselves. Although Jack Murdock encouraged Matt because he didn’t want his son to turn out like him while Filbrick saw Ford’s potential scholarship as a meal ticket.

They are the twin who got to enroll and graduate from college and are also vigilantes who had an “I Work Alone” mentality.

Stan and Mike were initially taught boxing by their fathers as kids but that didn’t pan out much. They were the younger irresponsible charming rascal twin to their older more serious intellectual twin, conmen who got into all sorts of shady dealings with gangs.

As adults, Matt and Mike and Stan and Ford have a frosty relationship with each other. A big part of this comes from the actions the younger twin committed in the past. For Matt, it was Mike’s criminal dealings and for Ford, it was Stan accidentally destroying his machine and pushing him into the portal.

But despite everything, both sets of twins love each other they just don’t know how to properly express it. Well, Stan and Ford got to reconcile and mend their relationship as brothers. Matt and Mike aren’t so lucky in that department unless some supernatural shenanigan strikes again.

It would have been easy to miss her if Barry hadn't been keeping an eye out. She wore a dark cloak with a silver clasp and had her hood drawn up over her head. The crowded streets of Neverwinter— Neverwinter, why was he in Neverwinter again?— pushed them past each other but for a moment, they caught eyes. He got the shortest glimpse of her face, aged, and stressed, and focused— and then recognition. Surprise.

He knew her. No, he didn't.

Fuck, wait, yes he did.

So Barry did something he had recently discovered he was very good at doing: He ran. The crowd helped him along, pushing him forward as he stumbled over his own two feet. He kept his head low, trying to get cover from the people around him. He crossed the street, and then went left, and crossed the street again, trying to drown himself into the crowd. He kept going until he was reasonably sure that he had lost her and then ducked into an alleyway.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Barry twisted his bag, fumbling for his inhaler. Good fuckin' Gods. This day and gone from bad to worse. He took a hit of it (and someone in his head told him to stop saying that he "took a hit" of his medication) and leaned against the alley wall, trying to breathe deeply again.

He dug through his bag, finding the little gold coin he kept with him. He was… gods, Barry wished he knew what was happening anymore. But he couldn't— he couldn't lose focus. He was looking for someone. He was supposed to be looking for someone, but, well, this attempt had hit a dead end. And, for the first time (?), Barry had come across the person who was looking for him.

He pressed a little notch on the coin, flipping back through old recorded messages until he found the right one. The coin buzzed a little, like a staticky radio line, but crackled to life with a message in Barry's own voice. One he didn't remember leaving, but he knew the words by heart by now. They were important.

"— and— and another thing— there's this… Geez, I don't wanna call it an issue, but it's kinda an issue. There's a— there's a woman looking for you. Not the one we wanna find. On purpose, I mean. God, I hate this. It's making her sound like some sorta villain and she's no— well…"

The coin sighed.

"Her name is Lucretia." There was a shuffling noise in the background of the recording, as if someone was adjusting papers. "She's— she's part of the family you don't remember. But it's— I can't stress enough how much of a no-go talking to her is. Like, even more than the others, so, so much more. In fact, if you ever see her just— I don't know, just fuckin' run, I guess. That's— Gods."

The coin was silent for a moment. Barry took another puff of his inhaler.

"There's nothing good that you can get by talking to her right now," the coin continued. "And if you talk to her, she might— I mean, I don't think she'd do anything to you besides talk, but that's— that's enough sometimes, y'know? She's… she's the reason we're in this mess. Why we can't remember ###—" Barry winced at the static. "I don't— I can't physically explain what she did, but don't— don't talk to her. If you see her, just run. Just go."

The coin went on to describe some of Lucretia's features— her eyes, the white hair, her age ("—because she wouldn't fucking listen to me about Wonderland and #### ###### ##—"). Barry thought back to the glance he had caught of the woman he passed by and just barely managed to swallow his fear about it. He hit the notch on the coin again, shutting it off. Sometimes, it would delve into static for a while, especially when talking about Lucreita. He put the coin back in his bag, along with his inhaler.

He peeked back into the streets and then pulled back into the alley. He could still slightly see from his space between the buildings, but hopefully, she couldn't see him.

Lucretia had lowered her hood, and was looking around. The crowd had thinned some, just enough for her to stand in place without being pushed around. But her eyes never found his hiding spot and, after a moment, an orc woman jogged up to her. Barry could barely hear them over the hustle and bustle of Neverwinter, but he caught wind of,

"— just started running! What gives?"

"I thought I saw…" Lucretia scanned the area once more. Barry scooted back a bit to hide himself, holding his breath. "No, it was nothing. It's— I'm a just little on edge today, I suppose."

It was obvious the orc woman didn't believe her, but she must have known Lucretia enough to not question it. Or at least, not to publicly question it.

"You're gonna be late for your meeting," the orc woman said after a moment's pause.

Lucretia turned and while Barry couldn't hear the curse word, it startled a laugh from the orc woman. They retreated back the way they had come. Barry sighed, relaxing a little.

Okay. Okay, time to regroup. Refocus. Once he felt it was safe, he stepped back into the street again, carefully retracing his steps to regain his bearings. From here, he'd go to Farnfoss. There was an enchanted forest that supposedly protected some powerful magic items— it was a better lead than nothing.

As long as he made it there alive, at least.