Family is whoever says nice things about your new hat.
Yes, behold the shocking implication that renowned magic mercenary Jonna never graduated from wizard school for trifling academic arson reasons.
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Family is whoever says nice things about your new hat.
Yes, behold the shocking implication that renowned magic mercenary Jonna never graduated from wizard school for trifling academic arson reasons.
My Fitness Coach is a Dark Wizard [Complete]
My last idiot apprentice tried to curse a foe with the mummy's curse. Instead he Miscast it as the Mommy's curse.
They are married.
Apprentice wanted
Yesterday I found some of my minions feeding the gelatinous cube estrogen and now I've been sitting here with the gelatinous cube explaining identity and shit so that it understands what they were doing was not cool cause it didn't know.
The current obsession in our house is Matt Dinniman's Dungeon Crawler Carl series.
I 1000% believe that Dean would love this series and identify heavily with Carl.
We need a DCC show starring Jensen Ackles doing the Patrick Warburton voice. Bonus points if we actually get Jeff Hays as Donut.
The healer is getting kicked out of the party, as they "don't deal enough damage".
Radical metric shakeup: All damage from someone is attributed to the healer after they take enough damage that they would be dead.
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Peepers! Just finished up a large batch of felt fish customs!
It was such a joy to work on these guys. Made with 100% wool felt, antique glass floats and pulleys! 🎣
Favorite game of all time.
You're an S-tier hero. No, you're not super powerful. As a matter of fact, the league had to create 13 new tiers below F-tier just to quantify how abysmally weak your power is. The villains haven't figured it out yet and you'd really like to keep it that way
S-Tier, Secretly Useless
They call me Spectacular Starshade. S-tier hero. Capital S. The kind of title whispered in awe, tattooed on superfans, and used to threaten unruly deities during interdimensional negotiations.
But here's the freaky little truth:
My power? My one and only ability?
I can detect the emotional state of bread. Yes. Bread. Not people. Not animals. Not even cursed food, just regular, boring, gluten-containing bread.
Sourdough? Occasionally anxious. Rye? Insecure. Ciabatta? Wants to fight.
It’s absolutely, catastrophically, universe-wreckingly useless.
But somehow, nobody knows. Not the League. Not the press. Not the villains. Not even me, for the first six months—I thought I had empathy. Turns out I was just standing near a panini press.
My first mission? I tripped over a rat-goblin and knocked over a vat of volatile plasmic ink onto the villain Vortex-Butcher. It erased his memories. The world called it tactical genius.
Second mission? The Doom Prophet was holding the city hostage until someone solved his riddle. I blurted out “banana” because a nearby banana loaf was feeling smug. It was the correct answer. Again: Tactical. Genius.
And now? Now I’m too deep. I’m on lunchboxes. I have a cologne. There’s a statue of me in downtown Guttervale punching a comet (?? I have never punched a comet).
And the villains? They fear me. They whisper that I manipulate time. That I bend probability. That I "consume fate through a straw." I once tripped during a rooftop battle and accidentally kicked the villain Queen Spasm into her own portal. Everyone thought it was a “fifth-dimensional judo move.” I didn’t even know I had legs at the time—I was in a panic spiral about whether focaccia can get depressed. (It can.)
So now, I live in terror. Not of villains. Not of cosmic threats.
But of toast. Because if someone sees me staring deeply into a toaster and murmuring “it’s okay, you’re enough,” they’re going to figure it out.
The bread knows my secret. And it’s only a matter of time before someone asks it.
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