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WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!
^This is Morbius’s original design from the old spider-man comics.
^AND THIS IS VLAD PLASMIUS.
Very similar face design
Both of their names end with “ius”
Very similar outfit designs (Vlad’s suit is just coloured white instead of black)
Vampire supervillains
Danny Phantom frequently took inspiration from Marvel and DC comics, especially when making villains
Vlad Plasmius was a reference to Morbius this entire time!
Oh no, its more than that.
In the 90's there was a Spiderman cartoon that DID have Morbius as a villain. However, it was the 90's, and they didn't think it would be appropriate for kids to see a vampire biting people and drinking their blood.
So instead, they gave him these weird suckers on his hands
And instead of blood, he absorbed Plasma.
Plasma + Morbius = Plasmius
Butch is admitted Spiderman Fanboy.
And has repeatedly stolen from multiple franchises.
Including Ghostbusters and Marvel
I'm not at all surprised by this.
and we can't forget that Vlad was supposedly an actual vampire in the original concept
so the rip off would have been even more phenomenally blatant if they hadn't decided to nuke that particular detail
I can’t believe that every time Vlad appears on screen we get Morbed without knowing it.
We’ve been getting Morbed since 2004 and we never even knew.

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I’ve been waiting a year to post this
open rp
my three girlfriends.
and yes, they smoke weed.
do they smoke weed?
yes, actually
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
it’s called a bunt…. not weed cigarette… and yes, it is a weed bunt. they all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (they are my girlfriends,)
They don’t look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. im so angry you are so lucky my three weed smoking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down im so mad.
Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
i printed out a photo of you and taped it to my punching bag that i punch and i mutter your name with every strong punch i punch you twerp…. dont ever Talk about gwen or the wicked tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
Well that escalated quickly……
what, was that? hmm? come again. *gwen grabs my shoulder* come on cody, they aren’t worth it, please* i jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow i let out a furious yell. the blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. im yelling so loud and now im crying. BREAKING POINT. the week was hard and i cant take anymore. im opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. all three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Gwen” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Cody, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smoking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omg
come again? *the island falls silent. no one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. i remain slumped over the dock, not looking back to you. one hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. i repeat the question, this time louder.* come again?! *you can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. im clearly intoxicated. a bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. everyone else on the island is pretending to not notice what is going on. chris idly walks by. his eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. a handful of people hurriedly leave. one person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. they almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. but not you. you stand, petrified. a quick look at me reveals im still at the dock. you look to the exit, there’s still time. but there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* mother fuck.. what did you say?! *i slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. i look a mess. my hair is unkempt, i havent shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and im missing a shoe. but the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. you know that song about the boots that were made for walking? yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. as i drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the cody publicly, ever happened to their family? your thoughts are cut short as i now stand face to face with you. i grab your face and pull you even closer.* playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. no playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… love. i loved them… gwen…. zoey… dawn… i loved all three of em… but they…*my face is wet with tears and im blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* they left me… left… *almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* playin? playin?! *my hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. you close your eyes and see god looking at you, shrugging. ‘pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ he says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. but instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. there is only sadness.* left me… *i fall to the floor and sob.*
wow, grow up. *you say before you leave the docks but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
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Just like that, the 2nd annual Total Drama pride collab has come to an end. Happy Pride Month!!! 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️💗
Thank you all so much, AGAIN, for filling the entire cast! It’s crazy. I’m so grateful to be able to host this project.
BIG round of applause for this year’s talented artists!!! This piece would not be the same without you, and your hard work really paid off! Please take a moment to support the artists- you can find a whole bunch of their submissions in my PRIDE ‘22 Instagram highlight (and there’s a handful right here on Tumblr if you sift through my reblogs). Everyone is credited in the individual cast photos as well, which you’ll see at the bottom of this post!
As always, quoting last year’s collab and the drawing that started it all, I want you to be able to find comfort in knowing that your favorite characters are not much different than you are. The LGBT+ community within the Total Drama fanbase is loud and proud, so whether you’re a participant or a spectator, I hope this piece is able to make you feel at home. You are valid and you are loved.
Thank you to the artists involved and thank you to the Total Drama community for being my biggest inspiration for the past 2 and a half years. 💝
↓ INDIVIDUAL CAST PHOTOS + ARTIST CREDS ↓
Here’s an Imgur link for anyone that wants to download the photos! https://imgur.com/a/oIWG6kF
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My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.
do they smoke weed?
Yes, actually.
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They don’t look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
Well that escalated quickly……
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omg
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
What if it bites me and it dies?
that means you’re poisonous. jesus christ, nate, learn to read.
What if it bites itself and I die?
It’s voodoo.
What if it bites me and someone else dies?
That’s correlation, not causation.
what if we bite each other and neither of us die
that’s kinky
oh my god
this is still my favorite text post collaboration ever
I haven’t seen this post in like 3 years
IT’S BACK IT’S STILL ACTIVE
Dude I remember this post back when I didn’t even have Tumblr. This is great.
This legendary post… on MY dash? Dang.
I FOUND IT
THIS WAS ON TUMBLR??? OH MY GOD???
IT STILL EXISTS
THIS IS STILL FUCKING HERE?! I THOUGHT IT WAS A MYTH
date of origin: October 31st, 2013
CHAT, I THOUGHT THIS WAS A MYTH I’VE SEEN THIS MANY TIME’S AT A QUOTE GENERATOR

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This man... *screeches*
Max comic based on Total Trauma's comic structure / style, also has some ideas of it, in my brain my idea of max is that he's having an identity crisis, Total Trauma is owned by @totaltrauma Thank you for the inspo!!! :O
Maxie but non-art turned 3 today!
HES DANCING TO THE BEAT, WAVING HIS HANDS TOGETHER!
macks is da ruler of everything (made by me)

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