Given Urianger’s status as canonically Fucking Shredded I like to imagine some garlean trying to assassinate him in his potato sack era and they get him cornered without his grimoire and theyre like AHA I HAVE DEPRIVED THE SORCERER OF HIS TOOLS and then urianger rolls up his sleeve and clocks the guy’s lights clean out

i chose to sever my connection with the divine by drinking diet coke

Lowkey I bet it felt good as fuuuuuuck to be one of the coal miners that got to blow a pinkertons brains out from a high ridge with a bolt action rifle.

so just because i ahve a rare and incurable condition where i can only understand human suffering thru the lens of showtunes and cartoons aimed at preteens means my posts about labor disputes aren't insightful? tch [turns on my heel and like five pins fall off my little backpack with nothing inside except the leather journal i'm writing my fantasy novel in] [turns back around immediately] so yeah it's sort of a chaotic found family story and it's like really wholesome but feral AF and there's a lot of queer representation