Young Cad has a run-in with Bleak and his group of bounty hunters... Bleak is a piece of bantha crap for picking on a kid, but Cad learns a few things from the experience.

I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!!!! QAQ I'm a horrible author for doing this, but it was necessary. And let's be honest, Cad grew up in a literal space ghetto (The Descent Ghetto on New Teyana). There's no way he didn't have a rough childhood. T.T An illustration for my fanfic "Figment". Read "Figment" on A03. <-click *Note: the small green spots on his ribs are not wounds, those are oil sacs. Duros have these oil sacs which secret a foul smelling odor and act as an irritant. It acts as a defense mechanism against larger predators, an "evolutionary throwback" against larger predators on ancient planet Duro. I have as a head canon that these sacs serve a secondary purpose, but to have these sacs exposed in either purpose is seen as indecent to proper Duros society. ***EDIT: I uploaded a follow up scene illustration, after Cad's friend Soopan finds him in the alley. Soopan's Appology <- click

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July 26, 1922 Thimble Theater by E.C. Segar: "The Fearless Fighter."

[ID: Castor Oyl runs away from an unseen adversary off-panel to the left. Said enemy throws a brick at his head that whizzes above him as he sprints. /end] Castor: Now you let me alone, Billy Badegg!

[ID: Castor angrily grumbles his way over to Hamgravy, who sits on a round rock listening to him, concerned. /end] Castor: Darn it, everybody picks on me. Hamgravy: That's because they know you're afraid of 'em. They know you're a coward.

[ID: Hamgravy happily offers an idea and an unconvinced Castor walks off. /end] Hamgravy: Go pick out some guy and make him afraid of you. Punch him on the nose. Castor: I'll try it.

[ID: Hamgravy sits around, happily pleased with himself. /end] Hamgravy: That's the only way to get along in this world. Make 'em fear you.

[ID: Hamgravy happily greets a returning Castor. /end] Hamgravy: Well, did you do as I said? Castor: You bet I did. I picked out a guy...

Castor: ...and knocked his crutch out from under him. [ID: The madly proud Castor enters the frame holding up a fist as Hamgravy faints over backwards. /end]

he's pulling the glasses off????????

They got beef with a zoomer

"rent free" dio cries, as he is eaten alive by wild animals

he may have made a mistake,,,

i kept thinking about this ask and couldn't help myself (regarding @snailsnaps fic that y'all should totally check out, just sayin' 👀)

The bullied player of the day is...🥁🥁: Julián!

Yet another reason why we need more adult Magical Girls in media is that so the villains can stop beefing with minors. Like, you're a fearsome mastermind of pure evil and malice; stop picking fights with little kids, it's embarassing and damaging for your street cred.

abusers will tell you that you're too weak, pathetic and incapable to survive without them and then at the same time demand you to be resilient enough to withstand abuse, threats and violence

“you hit my boyfriend, you die”

neil newbon really does play bg3 just like me fr fr

look at all these video game characters. eatin marshmallows like nobody's business. even his brother's counterpart is in on it, too. but. didn't they know?

❛ back home, lu 'n i dared each other to eat PEEPS every year on easter! ❜

August 12, 1922 $alesman $am by George "Swan" Swanson: "Sam is Game - Sometimes"

[ID: Guzzlem nervously walks into the back office of the department store and cups his hand to the side of his mouth to talk conspiratorially to Sam, pointing his other thumb behind his back. Sam reacts with nervous shock. /end] Guzzlem: Say Sam, there's a guy out here sore as a boil. Says yuh sold him some bum goods yesterday. Sam: Good night, Guzz. Don't let him in.

[ID: Sam frantically tries to pile office furniture into the corner and hide behind it. /end] Sam: For th' lova Mike, close that door. Where can I hide? Tell him I've left for Africa. Do anything but don't let him see me. Guzzlem: !

[ID: Guzzlem tries to calm the hyped-up Sam down. /end] Guzzlem: Don't get scared Sam, he's only a little bit of a fellow. Sam: Huh? Say that again!

[ID: Sam changes tack on a dime, belligerently pounding his fist on his desk as Guzzlem faints over backwards. /end] Sam: Show th' gentleman in, Mr. Guzzlem. If he finds fault with our goods, I want to know it.

Hanley taking on Marchand is so silly to me

Oc posting I just find this scene really funny

No axe doesn’t have a design I don’t want to draw him he sucks

Axel gets dogpiled immediately

I would actually love an opportunity to replay the story of the Grand Order arc with the servants and knowledge of fate that i have now.

But mostly I would love to beat the fuck outta Goetia with The Biggest Man Himself: Ivan the Terrible