Sweet relish is my secret ingredient when making chicken fingers. Don’t tell anybody
WHY ARE HYOY SO SMALL
STOP STOP HES ALREADY DESD
they cant stop grilling my boy. manlet simulator
the saga continues
umm compilation
that feeling when you accidentally hit on the mother of the reincarnated guardian moon princess who you've sworn to protect until the next silver millennium
I find it really funny that twitch refers to black streamers and viewers as the "W Community" and white streamers and viewers as the "Poggers Community", mainly because of how funny it would sound if you used this terminology in any other context
Historically W Colleges and Universities
Poggers Nationalists threatening American democracy
"yeah I'm actually mixed, my mom is Poggers and my dad is W"
“Look out! Fire!”
The defeated dragon crashed down to earth, using its dying breath to spit flames directly in the path of the soldiers and block their escape. Just as the troops began to panic, a gap formed in the blaze, wide enough for the group to pass through.
“You’re clear! Go!”
The soldiers roared a battle cry and charged through the gap, while the angel flying above them temporarily smothered the fire with the magic emanating from her wings. Before long, the group had cleared the wildfire, and stopped to catch their breath amid a rocky outcrop, safe for the moment. One of the older soldiers then looked up with a grin and began shouting up at his savior, who still hovered overhead.
“Thank you, Lady Aithne! We’re glad you’re here with us!”
The angel waved down at the soldier in turn. “Think nothing of it, Castillo. You would do the same for me.”
The soldier gave Aithne a shrug. “We’d help you all we could, for however little it’d compare to you.”
Aithne laughed. “You flatter me, sir.”
“It’s not flattery,” Castillo deadpanned. “Myself included, I don’t think there’s many soldiers who could do what you do. Hell, I doubt there’s many other angels who could.”
Aithne tilted her head in puzzlement. “Who could…put out a fire?”
“No. I mean, defeating dragons - and demons - on the regular, all without suffering a scratch? Not just anyone off the street can do that, you know.”
“Oh, that.” Aithne uttered an anxious laugh as she restlessly drummed her fingers against her armor. “What can I say? I’m something of a perfectionist when it comes to ‘problem-solving!’”
Castillo glanced down at the dragon corpse lying in the still-burning field he and the other soldiers had just escaped, then back up at Aithne’s armor, which was still spotless even after taking down the dragon.
“Too right.”
[Baneslayer Angel has first strike, and defeats demons and dragons without taking any damage, all because she doesn’t want her armor to get messed up.]
“I see the oil did you no favors.”
Killian’s prose formed a spell and shot out like a fireball, only to bounce harmlessly off the Phyrexian’s magic shield. Rather than retaliate, however, the compleated professor merely uttered a mechanical laugh from behind the wall of light.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Lu? You made a spell - from scratch - to bring me back to…life…? Well, anyways, and now you can’t even break a simple shield spell?”
The Silverquill student panted from exhaustion, yet the Phyrexian showed no such signs of flagging. Slowly, Killian slumped to his knees, and the professor approached.
“Go ahead, Miss Svetlana,” Killian sighed. “Let me have it.”
“As you wish, Mr. Lu.”
Svetlana leaned down and pointed to Killian’s hunched posture.
“As per usual, the problem is with your stance. Show it to me, if you would, please.”
With a tired grunt, Killian pulled himself to his feet and adopted a combat stance. Svetlana tsked at his form and waggled a finger, along with several metallic tendrils tipped with glowing eyes.
“You slouch. Likely a habit brought about by long-term close proximity to-”
“I know,” Killian growled. “I’ll work on it, as quick as I can.”
Svetlana uttered a staticky laugh. “Please, Mr. Lu. With me as I am, I think we have all the time in the world to practice. And besides, it is the least I can do for you as thanks for…reactivating me? That sounds right, I think. Though, I must ask: why reactivate me in the first place? Surely you didn’t know I was friendly?”
“Zimone actually told me,” Killian sighed. “But more than that…it just didn’t feel fair. You…and Dean Shaile…and pretty much all the other faculty, all of whom were always there for me and my friends, got turned into these…Phyrexians. And my father didn’t.”
Svetlana nodded wryly. “Mr. Lu, while I cannot say I feel nearly as negatively about my ‘condition’ as you do, I can say that you have my full sympathy for your tense relationship with Dean Embrose. And, while I do not know how to resolve that conflict, I believe I at least have an idea for how to include him in our training. Perhaps this could allow you two to talk some things out?”
“Couldn’t hurt,” Killian shrugged. “What did you have in mind?”
Svetlana smirked.
“Perhaps you might learn better from watching.”
—
“Even as a Phyrexian, you are- ACK!”
Dean Embrose cried out as a metal eyestalk slapped him across the face, harming him little but still disrupting his spell. Svetlana continued her relatively harmless assault, keeping Embrose distracted as Killian watched intently.
“You see, Mr. Lu? Even when under duress, your father’s posture is impeccable.”
While Killian nodded enthusiastically, Embrose growled at the Phyrexian, and began preparing another spell. “So, you’re teaching my son?” spat the dean.
“The least I could do. He saved me.”
“Hmph…With how you’re handling me right now, I believe he’s in good hands.”
Svetlana fixed Embrose with a mocking smirk. “Perhaps I could teach you a thing or too while we’re at it.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
"Whatcha reading?" Chandra asked.
"Histories," Jaya replied. "Tales, legends. I thumb through them when it feels there's no more good in the world."
"And they remind you of good things that still exist?"
"No, they piss me off until I get up and force good things to exist."
The Very Hungry Rust Monster is a mini-comic I made a few years back. I’ve seen it floating around Tumblr without attribution recently, so I’ve uploaded a higher-resolution version, properly credited.
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I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-Nazi ones, which is great, but I felt like we needed one to show our support for the Jewish community.
all you goyim I follow - I see you reblogging this and it warms me.
Is there any particular reason why Elesh Norn, Mother of Machines is the only Praetor (including Ebon,Sanguine and Gix) to not have double colored pips in her casting cost? is it a card spacing thing? if so is that something that often has mechanical influence?
The card was called Norn, Mother of Machines for most of design. At the slide show, a number of people made the note that the card needed to be called Elesh Norn, Mother of Machines as all the other Praetors had their full name. Adding in "Elesh" meant we only had room for two mana pips, one of which had to be generic mana, so she changed from 3WW to 4W.
So, why is Elesh Norn, Mother of Machines the only Praetor with a single color pip? Typography.
