Who's Mari, And Why Is She A Toaster?

Imma draw and shit idk

I am a minor. Do not be "freaky" with me or my other accounts.

Art main: @marithetoast

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🏳️‍🌈 Bi(?) Nope Okay so im aroace now soo

Just call me Mari or Toast that's fine

Random other acc: @marithetoasted

Also a comic page I dunno lol:

@harmoniadeliveries-comic

Got some rp blogs if you wanna check em out:

@whitevolitionmysticflourau

@shadowmilkcookiesblog

@asktimekeepercookieblog

And uh I do random shit alot so yeah

Fandoms:

Genshin Impact 💫

MHA (not the weird part I swear to golb)

Cookie Run Ovenbreak/Kingdom 🍪

Steven Universe ★⁼³₌₃

Hilda

Undertale/Deltarune 🕳

Adventure Time 🗡🌱

The Owl House 🦉

Over The Garden Wall 🍁🍂

The Stanley Parable 🚪🚪

Doki Doki Literature Club ❤️💾💌

Inanimate Insanity 📱

Animatic Battle

BFB and Tpot

ONE 🌎🎒🥤

Danny Phantom 👻

Gravity Falls ⚠️👁

She-Ra 🗡

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared 🥩❤️

Ducktales 🦆🎩💰

Smiling friends!!! 😃

Pokemon (obviously)

Fairly Odd Parents 💚🩷

Ben 10 ⌚️🟢

I have no mouth and I must scream 🖥

Ultrakill (kinda. Still new to it)

The magnus archives (haven't finished)

Epic the musical

Sonic

Kirby (idk the lore)

In stars and time

Dandys world

Arcane

Pressure

Forsaken

Block Tales

Look Outside

Ride the cyclone

Edit: literally any random object show I see I can't list all of them

And there's more but I forgor 💀 I listed these based off memory idk why I decided on the number

Don't interact with me if you support bad things like pedophilia or being transphobic. As well as people who harrass others or are genuinely just weird.

That's about it

What is with me and latching onto characters like this:

(Some stuff by @banana-dawg)

You should totally like

New fandoms include:

Limbus Company

Eddsworld

Phighting

Regretevator

Umamusume (I only know some stuff I'm not that into it)

Get Fatter Now

Knights of Guinevere

Honkai: Star Rail

Searching for a world that doesn't exist

Haunted Hotel

Wicked/Wizard of Oz

South Park (rewatching it after 5 years did something)

Invader Zim

It doesn't seem like much of an interesting night for brothers Torque and Daniel. After work hours, inside their home, they both were minding their own business...es.

As he's taking on COTA in his sim racing setup, Torque is talking to Jack Kessler over the phone, his trusted coffee supplier, an invaluable figure to Torque's jig.

"Bottom line, I expect your boys at my block by 4 A.M. tomorrow, Jack," Torque says over the phone. "Oh, I also forgot to remind you about the auction of Negrense Robusta. We can't let Newton have everyone drinking his... leaf water instead of our coffee," he adds. "It should give a lot of attention to us, driving up our sales instead of his. In advance, I can't thank you enough for getting 'em on such short notice."

"Actually, sir, we attended the auction earlier today," Jack clarifies. "Oh, so how'd it go?"

But to Torque's dismay, Jack declares defeat.

"We uh... we lost the bid."

Torque's feet slip on the pedals, and he drops his phone.

"We WHAT?!" Torque exclaims as his car in-game blocks the track and frantically picks up his phone. "You're joking, right, Jack? There's no way our bid didn't go through!"

Meanwhile, Daniel's night is going about as great as Torque's. He's dealing with a customer who's requesting a... really impractical shotgun modification.

"So, just to be clear... you want me to convert your SPAS-12 into an automatic?" Daniel said with his eyebrows furrowed. "You barged in on a closed gunsmith to ask said gunsmith to practice what essentially is Belkan witchcraft?"

"Yup", Daniel's customer said.

Daniel sucks in his teeth and lets out an awkward smile.

"You know you can just ask me for a USAS-12, right? It's way cheaper on your end and way easier on mine!" "Yeah, but I really like my SPAS."

Daniel sighed.

"So if you really like it, you'd appreciate its engineering and its non-fully-automatic nature and just get an entirely new gun to serve that purpose while preserving the SPAS, right?"

The customer thinks about it for a few seconds.

"No, I'll see to it that my SPAS becomes fully automatic, or I'll see myself out the door." "Then do so! I'm not working on your SPAS."

The customer does indeed see themselves out the door.

Speaking of seeing oneself out the door, Torque exits his room, slouched and weary. The brothers greet each other simultaneously.

"Evening, Torque!" "Bad evening."

"Huh. What's gotten you so worked up?"

"I lost a coffee auction."

"Ah, should've known.

Neither brother knew what to say after that, but Daniel's hungry ass can't help but ask one thing.

"Anyways, uh... what's for dinner?"

"Wha- why're you asking me? I thought you were the one in charge of dinner tonight."

The brothers squabble over who was responsible for dinner, going over their own rules and schedules and exemptions and justifications for why neither of them bothered cooking. Just then, their doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Torque says.

Torque opens the door, and outside stands his biggest, obnoxious rival. Pound Newton-Meter, owner of his eponymous tea company.

"Good evening, de Mobilautos. Torres, Daniel."

Daniel grimaces. Torque reaches for the doorknob and closes it, but Pound uses his cane to stop it from closing completely.

"Now, now. Don't shut the door just yet, Torres. I just wanted to tell you something."

Torque, now annoyed, re-opens the door. "Just get inside."

Torque, Daniel, and Pound each take a seat on the dining table.

"One, only my parents call me Torres. Two, my mom's an ass. Three, my dad's not an ass, but he's dead. Four..."

Torque tilts his head and raises a brow.

"What may this thing be, and is it interesting enough to warrant your visit here?"

Pound smirks. "Oh, yes, it is. I've qualified for competing in a very, very particular tournament, and I just wanted to..." Pound pauses and lets out a chuckle. "...notify you."

After a few seconds, it hit the brothers. "There's no way." "There's no way!"

"Oh?" Pound's smirk grows. "But there is." Pound reveals an envelope.

"Gimme that!" Torque snatches the envelope. Frantically, he skims through the content of the certificate inside it.

"Today, on the 3rd day of August, 2037, entrants December Franchi and Pound F. Newton-Meter of Buckshot Brewlette, blah blah blah, in the 26th edition of the Disclaimer League, blah blah blah, 10th day of August, and concluding on the... blah blah blah... respectively piloting the... Lamborghini Revuelto and uh..."

He tenses his grip upon reading the mention of a... "Chevrolet Fleetline?"

Torque looks at Pound and back at the certificate, and to their driveway outside. A Revuelto and a Fleetline idle right there. And a... a horse? "If the Chevy's the latter car mentioned and you're the latter driver mentioned, and it says 'respectively', and this December has a Revuelto..." Torque's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Franchi... SPAS... the SPAS guy is your partner?" Daniel asks. "Dead on. I even had him confirm if this was the right place." "That's me!" December waves from outside. Daniel is distraught. "He could hear that?"

"How the hell did you qualify in a Fleetline and a Revuelto?!" Torque asks. Pound smirks. "I don't know, the question is, why did you two arrive at qualification in a Viper and a Durango?" Torque stays quiet. "I saw you and your brother's session on the DL's server. Really? An SUV and a drag car sucking at taking corners? Who would've known, dipshit?!" Torque clenches his fists. "You insignificant-!" "Oh, would you look at the time. I have to return home for dinner with my trusted officers. December!"

December steps out of his Revuelto to escort Pound outside and his horse to the Fleetline.

"I'll see you around the grid- oh wait, I forgot. You can't be on the grid because you failed to qualify yesterday!"

The brothers scowl at Pound as he starts guffawing. With that, he gets on his horse and is escorted by December to the Fleetline. December shouts at the brothers while escorting the laughing Pound.

"Your guns and coffee suck, by the way!"

Both the horse and Pound himself are let inside the old Chevy, and December re-enters his Revuelto right before they both get carried by a helicopter. Not even the propellers could drown out Pound's laughter.

Half an hour later, the brothers are eating delivered food. Torque declares to Daniel that they're gonna go for another shot at the DL.

"First thing in the morning tomorrow, we're gonna go on a practice run on Interstate 10. And then we go back to the qualifying track and make a fool out of Pound and that chud racing with him, got it?" "Uh..." "What? You got a problem?" "Isn't tomorrow your birthday...?" "Yeah, but our qualification is more important. That's gonna be my birthday gift. Not more NOS, not better suspension, not even chocolate cake that's actually remotely edible instead of being so thick and rich, but our qualification, pal. And that look on Pound's face!" "You know how terrible I was with the Viper." "Yeah, that's why you're taking the Durango."

Daniel pauses. "The... Durango?" Torque smirks. "Yeah, you heard me. The Durango."

The table goes silent.

"Now, that thing's got less power than the Viper-" Daniel's eyes light up. "I'm in!" Torque pauses. "That's it? You just wanted the knowledge that the Durango was a bit more underpowered?" "Why not? The Viper suffers from too much... uh.. what's the word for when a car like... starts to drift when you don't want it to?" "Wheelspin?" "Yeah, wheelspin. So, with less power, I don't think I would have much of an issue with that."

Torque mutters under his breath. "Huh, even with the worse power-to-weight ratio?" "What was that?"

Torque is startled. "Nothing! Er, you get the Durango, it's final." "Uh... awesome?"

As Torque leaves the table, he thinks to himself. "Well, at least I don't have to deal with that thing's weight tomorrow."