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[thelovebudllc]

Hero Cosmetics Mighty Patch Original Review 2025

I’m an acne-prone skin girlie, so when that time of the month comes or if I eat a little too much dairy, a couple pimples are sure to crop up on my chin. I’ve tried countless spot treatments containing harsh actives like salicylic acid and benzoyl peroxide. While these certainly have a time and a place, those little whiteheads tend to respond better to a gentler, less-drying treatment:…

[justblades]

❝ THE GENERALS' COCKSLEEVE ! ❞

ᝰ. JIYAN x afab! reader x GESHU LIN

๋ᝰ. IN WHICH geshu lin tries to heal your hurt heart as you thought it was a one sided love with jiyan

ᝰ. SMUT, 18+ ONLY. double vaginal penetration, threesome, possessive! geshu lin, WC: 4.2k

a confidential expedition was sought in order to study the occurrences in the battle beneath the crescent. as there was no concrete evidence that recounts the whole of what transpired way back then, it was then decided the magistrate to take precautionary steps to delve deeper into the event.

as soon as the decision has been made, jiyan reaches out for you to talk in private. a secluded room freed from disturbances and lurking ears, a solemn look dances in his golden gaze. "the magistrate ordered for us to study the geographic location when the first retroact rain befell." he states as he shuffles the letter back to the envelope that he received from jinhsi.

a wax seal of ivory color engrained with the sentinel jué's design adorns the surface, jiyan's fingers trail the edges. you purse your lips tightly, reluctance slightly rising from your façade of composure. a tale as old as time, the jinzhou residents knew very well the story of the battle of the crescent.

what dawns in your perturbed mind was the former general behind it, the one deemed as the hero, the savior of all eventually leads the lives of the many to meaningless sacrifices. just the mere stories of those who witnessed general geshu's might would suffice to reinforce the thought on anyone that he was strong, mighty, that those onyx flames of his seared and tore through his countless enemies.

you're just as curious as the person next door. being jiyan's one of the few trusted rangers, you nodded, giving consent to the mission. the two of you will then embark on the journey once the sun rays peek through the bed of stars and the darkness.

it will pass . . . and so, the daybreak arises.

coming vis-à-vis with the general upon the agreed time to meet, the two of you swiftly weave through the vast forest, eliminating any possible tacet discord that might hinder your exploration progress with swift and haste. "we're nearing the norfall barrens now, be careful." jiyan reminds you as he treads forward, the broadblade hoisted at hand to prepare for any case of danger to come.

"yes, general." you reply as you manage to scan your surroundings carefully. as the ground beneath your feet starts to feel different the farther you walked and the olden structures welcome your vision with a faint light, the general looks back at you to confirm his observation. nodding in agreement, a sharp, gelid wind blows within, jiyan's teal locks ripple along the muted breeze.

"the magistrate ordered for us to not stay here for too long, as there's a possibility we might encounter larger waves of tacet discords." he pauses for a short while. "however, if we do not split up and make haste, we might lose the frequencies left behind the battle that might lead to  potential clues. given that we're both resonators, we're capable of diluting the echoes residing within the field."

he stops in his tracks, explaining the pros and cons of the decision to take. naturally, he's gearing towards the advice of jinhsi, as it is true that staying longer in this place will expose the two of you in greater danger. but a part of him doesn't want to split up from you, worrying he'll lose a trustworthy, competent figure in the midst of this expedition.

having known the general for quite some time, you've come to understand patches of his personality as if it were the back of your hand. you'd notice in the slightest change of his facial expressions, even more so in his tone lacing his words. no matter how miniscule the shift is, you'll always be able to know. "fret not, general. i assume you know me well as i know you." you simply state, flashing a small reassuring smile to subside the doubt gnawing at his bones.

jiyan nods slightly in exchange. "understood. i'll contact you via your terminal once i'm finished with exploring the half of the land and you'll do the same with yours. if you come into trouble, just ring me up, i'll come to your aid quickly." you reach for the gourd behind you, double checking if its functions are working in pristine condition.

after enough preparation, the two of you then separated ways with no goal other than to stay alive, rush to the aid of your companion in any hint of trouble and lastly, to pick up clues that draw back to the event. you make your way to the west of the norfall barrens, focusing on your senses to ensure that the exploration would go smoothly.

darkness envelops the whole land, dark embers of faded crimson continually drift from one place to another. among the lingering eerie noises resonating in the field, a distinct voice surfaces - "so it is you."

goosebumps ride on your skin as you prepare into stance and hoist your weapon, eyebrows furrowed as sobriety exudes from your body. when all of a sudden, a towering presence appears behind your back, and as you take a swift turn to face your supposedly opponent and strike them down in a single swing, black and indigo violet flames set the barren lands ablaze, kindling with the littlest movements from the broadblade the person does.

you take a step back, a suffocating heat engulfs everything, the oxygen left in your lungs thinning. struggling to catch your breath, you ball your fists and cough repetitively - the scale of this power is far too destructive.

"still holding out? impressive. no wonder he picked you."

once you finally manage to stabilize your breathing, you enhance your physical body with your forte, bracing impact once the person finally engages with you head on. within a blink of an eye, strands of long, grayish white hair comes to sight, and a pair of honey golden eyes lock gazes with yours.

he closes in with immense speed as the two of you exchange blows left and right. the male grits his teeth as the corner of his lips twitch upwards, "commend yourself for being able to withstand a fraction of my flames."

a gut feeling kicks in, that the danger you were watching out for - was finally settling. you instantly reach for the gourd as an attempt to reach jiyan on the other end, but no avail, the mysterious figure was faster than you. he approaches from above, swinging once more, clashing with your sword as his broadblade defeats yours. he successfully unarms you and manages to immobilize you with makeshift of bindings to keep you still. your back crashes flat on the dry land, a sharp pang of pain striking on your torso.

met with utter loss, he draws closer to you. he reaches his bandaged hand to your face, "could it be . . ." and your consciousness gradually fades away. "general geshu lin?"

rousing from a shortlived slumber, you jolt awake as your eyes peel open, your movements feel minimized. you examine the surroundings, and then yourself - a special restraint encages the both of your wrists together, seemingly one that is made of advanced technology especially catered to confine resonators. you knew from one look that it'd be useless to try and break free and you no longer bothered trying. instead, you opted for any possible methods to escape.

"general jiyan would not be able to come to your aid today, unfortunately." there it was again, the hoarse voice that resounds to your ears like a nightmare fuel. you flinch as you see him within your line of vision once more, confusion washes over yourself, at a loss for words in response to what he said.

"general, why?" was all you could verbalize amidst the worry pulling back your tongue. you bite your lip and could not help but think about jiyan, who put faith in your capabilities only for you to end up like this. "you're asking the wrong question." he says and kneels lower to your level, driving you to a corner as birch walls meet your back.

it was a small cabin from no one knows where that he resided in, necessary supplies and equipment arranged in a chronological manner displayed on the shelves. a dim light illuminated the vicinity, it flickers in opposition to geshu's strong gaze. "i know you have an unrequited love for the general - but you know as much as any midnight ranger that love is not a priority in jiyan's life."

his words struck like sharp lightning aiming to your heart, crushing it whole into smithereens of pain as your world flips upside down. questions come whirring in your mind, such as: why does he know? how does he know? what benefit does this fact bring to him?

unfortunately, his claim was true. being by the general's side for several years, you've seen him be vulnerable, reliable, and resolute regarding whatever trouble may come in his way. his bravery to withstand the lurking unknown sparked your faded flame inside your heart. jiyan became the beacon of light in your muddled world, as the two of you brave through the obstacles with joint forces, in every long night.

the sorrow he faced that you shared with him - it was halved. the joys he witnessed that you shared with him - it was doubled.

"come, be my companion instead. let us eliminate together the darkness at bay." geshu proposes and inches closer to you, his masculine features coming into full view. this time, you could see him better this time, only now noticing details you haven't before. a small mark adorns his face under his left eye and a diagonal scar carves his sultry lips.

he looks at you solemnly, you could feel the proximity between the two of you increase, until he finally presses his lips onto yours gently. shock courses in your veins - the general's tongue makes way inside your mouth, lapping your taste as it twirls with yours, performing a tantalizing rhythm to which mewls were elicited from the drowning pleasure.

you try to retort in opposition to his actions, but your protest was silenced as his right arm snakes its way up to your torso, tearing the fabric of your clothing with little effort. he nestles your nipple within the warm palm of his hand, his calloused fingertips fiddle on the very hard bud.

after making a concoction of your salivas mixed together, geshu breaks the kiss, leaving a trail that connects your lips to his.  "i-i can't abandon general jiyan from a petty reason. i did not uphold my duty all this time just so my feelings were to be reciprocated."

his aureate irises fixate on your features, "and you're loyal too. sorry, but i won't be as gentle as jiyan is to you." geshu crashes his lips on yours once more, this time, a burning carnal desire exudes from his aura, hands now exploring your body, removing the remaining worn out clothing as your tits spring free, nipples erect as glacial winds caress your skin. "so? have you two engaged in such an encounter before?" he manages to query in between heated kisses.

a muffled "no" reverberates and geshu immediately understands. a smirk creeps up to his face and pulls away, an idea slipping into his mind as he now buries his face in the crook of your neck. he asserts dominance as the general flicks his tongue all over the shell of your ear, proceeding to give the whole part slow, sloppy licks, as well as biting on the lobe to determine which you'd like more.

as if you were melting, you felt like putty in his touches as he continues to toy with your breasts. he savors your skin down to the sweet spot on your neck, putting pressure once he sucks on the part, leaving lust filled bruises. taking turns from licking, biting, and sucking, he finally gets his fill as his erection grows bigger and harder to restrain within.

a thought crosses your mind as his bulge brushes on your clothed region, maybe it isn't that bad, accepting general geshu lin's proposal, that is.

geshu shifts positions, he lays on his back as he makes you straddle his pelvis. "cat bit your tongue? i suppose i have to let your body do the talking from here on." heat rushes to your cheeks, embarrassment dawning as you, ironically, grind your lower region against his bulge, creating friction to ease the lust brewing in your lower stomach.

the confinements of the both of your clothing felt impeding to the satisfaction the both of you are chasing. no longer spending time to be rational, you let your emotions guide your next course of action - you strip down his black pants alongside his undergarment, revealing his girthy cock itching for action.

it was adorned by the most prominent blueish veins, it continually twitches, as well as very warm in contrariety to the chilly, tranquil atmosphere encompassing the two of you. you gather spit from the back of your cheeks, redirecting it past your lips, creating leeway for it to trickle down geshu's throbbing dick.

with heavy lidded eyes and blind guess if the accuracy was right, your drool drips down from the head of his cock down to the shaft, cloudy hues gracing it. you slowly wrap your hands around his length, carelessly curling your fingers as you stroke it up and down, starting slowly yet sloppily.

geshu's body tenses from the foreign sensation, his legs trembling and arms jerking. he shuts his eyes, indulging in the feeling as you continue pumping him, granting you low growls of pleasure from the male. meanwhile you remain straddling him, higher levels of libido rushing to your bloodstream as you pick up the pacing. "t-that's it—" geshu verbalizes with a faint voice.

he gets along with your momentum, thrusting his hips upwards in accordance to your rhythm. as he was nearing his release the faster it dragged on, he rises only to flip your frail body around, pinning you down against the floorboards. geshu's chest rises and falls continuously, panting heavily as he feels his release draw back, much to his wish. you've never felt so small and helpless before.

you could pick up every detail of his body language, yet heeded no mind for the embarrassment that was previously gushing in your system. your mind starts to feel dizzy yet carefree, as if like you've drifted far away from reality and only cared about nothing other than satiating your hunger for carnal desire. once geshu's breathing stabilizes, he presses your lips against yours again, relishing every drop of your saliva.

it was becoming messy, but still, the two of you continued like animals in heat. he bites on your lower lip and sucks on the part up to no end, granting him winces of pain mixed with pleasure altogether. a deep chuckle resounds, "quite daring for you to enjoy that."

"no matter, i'll proceed as i please now." he continues and sweeps aside your soaked panties, revealing a heavenly view for him to revel in - white liquids seep out of your slit, a certain pungent scent wafts into his nostrils. "your scent is everywhere." the general states as a matter of fact.

uncertain if that was to be taken in a positive connotation, he wraps his hand around his dick and slaps it against your folds lightly, tapping the very head on your clit. the littlest touches send you spiraling into bliss, a strong yearning growing within. "put it in." you whisper with a weak voice. geshu looks at you, surprised, even more so once you add, "please."

your melting expressions have long been engraved in his mind, as he guides his tip to your slit, the door of his cabin busts open, a strong force sends it flying to the other side of the wall. geshu lin lets out a hoarse laugh, "ah, look who's here!" almost as if he was rejoicing, he repositions the two of your bodies, now holding you up as you sat on his dick.

your sight becomes hazy from all the foreplay ensuing, weakening senses coming back as you saw the familiar hues of teal within your bleary vision. jiyan stands across from your lust-lost bodies, eyes enlarging into two full moons as shock was painted upon his masculine features.

he hoists up his broadblade once more, threatening geshu to let go of your naked body. "general jiyan, if you would not treat such a competent figure like her right, then let me do it in your stead . . . as i am confident that i can treat her better."

rivalry rose from the two males, "that is no way to treat someone." jiyan's words cut through the thick tension sharply, while geshu's brows knit. "you say that, but have you paid attention to the face she's making?" just as he finishes his question, he pushes your body against his cock, thrusting into your cunt with no forewarnings. the intrusion makes a lewd, sloppy noise, accompanied by your moan unintentionally slipping.

a surprising warmth expands through your insides, stretching your velvet walls apart as they mold around the shape of the general's cock. you throw your head back in immense pleasure as he fills you up, mind almost threatening to go blank. "if you want to take her back, prove that she'd want you to reclaim her away from my grasp."

"if not . . . i'm afraid this will be the last time you'll be able to set your eyes on her."

jiyan has always been a rational person, one of the many qualities that renounce him to be truly befitting a title of a general. yet, as he sees you get lost among the sea of pleasure geshu lin has been drowning you in, a sense of ache thrums his heart against his ribcage. with slow steps he took, he's now merely inches apart from you.

geshu continues to hold you up and still, while jiyan leaves a chaste kiss on your cheek first and foremost: a sight that the former general would rather not have seen at all, contributing to his annoyance. while you remained there, incapable of taking action as if you're merely just existing. with little mustered strength, you manage to wrap you arms around jiyan's neck as you loll him into a deep kiss.

a deep kiss capable of delivering human emotions through an intimate action, "general. . ." your voice was faint, yet he understood your intentions. he shuts his eyes and let his emotions take control, immediately fondling your exposed chest as the icy tips of his golden armor fiddle your perked up buds. a moan escapes, followed by even more as the light haired general thrusts in and out of you with great force, the tip of his dick kissing your very womb. "g-general!" you yelp in an attempt to cry for mercy, yet you were only met with more brazenness.

"now you sound like you're yearning for two inside your tight hole." geshu says, frustration lacing his tone as he clicks his tongue afterwards.

jiyan's breathing becomes staggered, letting himself loose as he licks your boobs with his wet tongue, poking its tip on your erect nipples. your body flinches, its sensitivity building up while you remain a moaning mess. even you, yourself lost track of which general you were pleading to for, all you want is to drift afloat into the euphoric seventh heaven, with no other worries in mind but having your thirst quenched.

"will it fit . . ?" he asks as he casts you a look of concern, eyes fixing particularly on your lips that have been stained by three salivas all in all. jiyan unbuckles the dyad belt adorning his waist, letting everything come undone while geshu continues to pump in and out of you, his strong hands grip the plush of your thighs rather tight.

you could hear his mewls from behind, yet your attention was taken by jiyan who's currently stroking himself at the view in front of him. he sheepishly watches you get your cunt pistoned by the former general, his aching erection protruding from the fine fabric of his boxers. " . . . put it in too, general."

the two of them, simultaneously, had their jaws fall agape in shock upon hearing such yearning words come out of your mouth. with a sense of responsibility burning within jiyan, he strips himself naked at this point in time - ready to heed your request. his hands glide all the way down to your inner thighs, his dominant hand's fingers brush back and forth on your dewed folds. he anchors his attention on your pussy alone, at how it flutters every time geshu's cock pounds you in and out.

his patience starts to wear thin, the same could be said for you. with watery eyes and melting expressions, you call for him once more. "please." you mumble, but was eventually silenced as geshu turns you to him and initiates an open mouthed kiss. the teal haired general ached twice as much for more pleasure as he finally spreads your lower lips open, making more space for his dick to go in.

the head of his cock kisses the outermost part of your walls yet you were already squirming. numbness strikes through your legs and quiver, but geshu lin stabilizes them with his one arm hooked on the both of your thighs. he shoots jiyan a frustrated glare, one that seemingly felt that spoke words of "what are you waiting for?"

with slow motions, he finally inserts himself into you, the shaft of his cock comes into contact along with geshu's. jiyan's eyes dared to fall, a titillating feeling wallowing his dick whole. "so tight." he manages to utter in between his hardly stifled, ragged breathing, evident that this feeling was overwhelming.

it was getting overstimulating within each passing minute, with two, fat, big cocks buried inside of you, warming and accompanying your velvet walls as one of them itches to move - geshu's tip crooks inside and rubs on your sweet, textured spot, rewarding the generals your strings of satisfaction. "ah— i'm cumming!"

perhaps it was too late when you said it, but geshu pulls out, giving jiyan a chance to fully savor your slutty hole. "i'll make use of your mouth for now." he flips you around, making you stand on all fours with your ass perked upwards, giving jiyan a full view of your aching cunt.

you shake your hips in desperation, wriggling around just to feel his tip come into contact with your slicked walls again. all the while you coil your digits around geshu's cock, starting off with the head by kitty licks on its little slit. the white haired general loses composure and restraint, hands finding themselves cupping the frame of your face, urging for you to go deeper. as obedient as you became once lust runs in your system, you finally lap all his length up, and at the same time, jiyan rams into you, continuing where he left off earlier.

more sloppy sounds emit from the intercourse as slurping and licking accompanied geshu's dick. sweat begins to trickle all the way down all of your bodies, both the generals' luscious hair becomes disheveled, they ramp their movements by a notch as jiyan performs such impactful thrusts, ramming with his balls deep in and as for geshu, he fills your mouth with his dick alone - both aiming to chase the familiar feeling of release.

jiyan's pacing transitions into a faster one, hands gripping your waist hardly that'll certainly leave a burning sensation on your skin later on. meanwhile geshu lin, he bucks his hips forward, the tip of his cock kissing the very back of your throat. tears then begin to well up in your eyes, burning your irises as your gag reflex was getting harder and harder to tame.

"swallow it."

"i'll shoot it inside."

the both of them says in unison, and finally, strings of their sticky cum sprawl all over your body's insides: one in your womb and another in your throat. the two generals took some time to let these events sink in their desire filled minds, dicks still not softening any time soon.

jiyan looks at your naked back, the supple skin of yours makes him want to do more; eventually succumbing to the temptation. he wraps his arms around your chest and pulls you to a tight embrace, chin rests on your shoulder blade. you heavily pant, the back of your head now laid on the plane of his chest. the two of you then look over to geshu lin, whose facial expressions say that he's in no way satisfied. reading the ambience of the atmosphere, a gut feeling kicks in and tells you that jiyan feels the same.

geshu lin closes in, kissing away the drool escaping past the margins of your soft, sultry lips. jiyan then does the same, softly nibbling on your shoulder, making you elicit a short whimper.

"now, tell us. which one of us do you prefer?"

[tiny-space-platypus]

Half baked idea time!!

DC/dp au where it's like late teens/warily twenties punk Danny being tired as shit. Like this man just wants to sit on a roof top, patch himself up, maybe smoke then go back to having to do inner dimensional politics or another fight. But Danny can't have that instead every time he tries a hero either thinks he's going to kill himself and tries to intervene or some sort of fight breaks out and his stupid core makes him have a mighty need to assist. Also, where the hell did all these heroes come from, ancients knew they weren't there when he needed help. He's just a tad bit bitter about the only time he's getting attention from heroes is the only time he doesn't want it. He goes everywhere just trying to catch a break.

Or

Danny tries to find some peace and fucking quiet only to end up freak out the league because dear god this kid is going through it and they need to get him before he becomes a supervillain or something.

Metropolis

Chills for 5 minutes seeing Superman nopes the hell out of there cursing in kryptonian. He deals with his kind enough in the realms he doesn't want to deal with the living either. "Nope! Not today! Not dealing with you today!"

Superman is freaking out because there's a kid that was sitting on top of the daily planet only to disappear speaking his language??? He also had a really slow heart beat? Was that child alright??

Coast city

Danny's on a large skyscape sitting on the edge watching the streets below as he patches himself up and lights a smoke only to have it glow green and ripped from him.

"You know, this stuff isn't exactly good for you. Especially on skyscrapers. Besides you seem a little young to be smoking."

Danny who looks like he wants to tackle Hal pit of the god damn sky for interrupting his break. "I feel like I'm too young for a lot of things but here we are"

Hal starts some sort of space cop speech and Danny decides fuck this and jumps off the building mouthing "Acab" with a salute and disappear giving the green Lantern a heart attack. Since he thinks he's about to save a kid from falling to his death only for the kid to not be there.

Central City

Danny is yet again trying to relax on a skyscraper only to be interrupted by the flash. At least this time the hero doesn't take his smokes instead just sits next to him. It's nice actually, the quiet white noise of the city below shining how stars would in the sky. Eventually Danny would finish his smoke and put it out before shoving the bud in his pocket. (He won't litter) as soon as Danny stood up the flash grabbed him forcing him back to sitting.

"Look kid, I don't know what's going on but there's gotta be a better way than this. I'll help you if you need help just-"

Danny now staring at him. A little dumbfounded then laughed.

"I'm not trying to kill myself. Just wanted to smoke in peace." Danny looks down at the ground from 150 meters up "besides I've fallen from worse"

"Great! Wait what?" The Flash looked relieved for a second then proceeded the second part of what Danny just said. The flash only looked away for less then a second which gave Danny just enough time to disappear scaring the shit out of the hero.

Bludhaven

Danny after having a rather rough fight as phantom with his parents. Bleeding and mumbling curses as he patches himself up on another skyscraper. "Stupid ecto-gun, stupid laws, stupid, stupid"

Just as Danny started to patch a literal hole in his side Nightwing would make his appearance. "Back away-"

Danny snapped at the hero. "You've got to be fucking- I'm trying to kill myself, Yes I'm injured, no I do not want help, yes I'm fine. Will you be going now?"

Nightwing paused then sat next to the kid a little disturbed. As he watches this kid doing stitches on himself. "Bad day?"

Danny snorted as he finished stitching himself up with fishing wire. "Bad life" He then started smoking again making the vigilante frown. This kid was nowhere near old enough to smoke but the kid was also giving himself stitches on a roof so not the worst thing this kid has done so far. "Wanna tell me what happened?"

Danny shrugged. "My parents shot me again"

"I'm sorry what? Again?!"

[lullabyes22-blog]

Silco's entire life is basically the oeuvre of The World Inferno Friendship Society...

Don't believe me?

Look at these titles.

Only Anarchists Are Pretty

Soon We’ll Be Dead

Ich erinnere mich an die Weimarer Republik

Addicted to Bad Ideas

Me V. Angry Mob

Brother of the Mayor of Bridgewater

Zen and the Art of Breaking Everything in This Room

The Velocity Of Love

The Politics Of Passing Out

I Wouldn’t Want to Live in a World Without Grudges

All the World Is a Stage (Dive)

A Night in the Woods

Please My Favorite Don’t Be So Sad

Heart Attack ’64

Friend To The Friendless

My Ancestral Homeland, New Jersey

I Am Sick of People Being Sick of My Shit

Cats Are Not Lucky Creatures

Bad Penny Blue

Just the Best Party

Your Younger Man

One for the Witches!

Tattoos Fade

Don’t Kiss Me, I’m Running Out of Lipstick

Secret Service Freedom Fighting U.S.A.

With a Good Criminal Heart

Tarot Americaine

Me & The Mad Monkettes

Annie the Imaginary Lawyer

Go With It Girl

This Packed Funeral

Fiend In Wien

The Apple Was Eve

Don’t Get Me Started, Don’t Get Me Wrong

All Of California And Everyone Who Lives There Stinks

Dolce Far Niente

“M” Is for Morphine

Let’s Steal Everything

Looks Like Blood But It’s Probably Wine

I Just Make Faces

Lust for Timing

Three Parts WTF

All I Can Do To Help You With Your Nightmares Is Keep You Up Late

Canonize Philip K. Dick, OK

Citizen Of Jazz

Taken Down A Peg, I Help Out The Squatters In The Subway

Millicent Didn’t Want to Wait for It to Get Better

Hothouse Flowers

Embarked on a Life of Poverty and Freedom

So Long to the Circus

I’ll Be Your Alibi

Stay on the Charming Side of Drunk

The Naughty Little Rat Makes New Friends

Dr. Dracula Who Makes You Get High!

The Roosters Are Coming Home To Crow

The Elegant Solution

Having A Double Life Is Hard (But Obviously Something You Enjoy)

The Cat In The Hat Has A Right To Sing The Blues

Freedom Is A Wilderness Made For You And Me

The Disarming Smile

Incendiarism

The Devil’s Ball

Glamour Ghouls

So Long Saving Grace

The Faster You Go, The Better You Think

Burn & Scar

Lean Time For Heroes

They Talk of Nora’s Badness

Lawyers And Lovers

Anti-Fascist Cabaret

The Models and the Mannequins

The Mighty Raritan

Ladies and Gentlemen of the Road

In The Briar Patch Born And Raised

Pickles And Gin

Valhalla, Definitely

The Expatriate Act

Second Chance Saloon

Foolish Things

All Borders Are Porous To Cats

For Sleep

Jealous, We Three

Carnival At My Back

Subway Song

Drug Dealers Are Always Late

The Expatriate Act

[mumms-the-word]

guys

GUYS

you’ll never believe what nonsense I came across while I was brainrot doomscrolling through all the books and notes on the BG3 wiki trying to find stuff I might have missed in act 2

druid self-insert romantic fanfiction about the first battle against Moonrise and Ketheric

fanfic that Halsin read and criticized!!

Okay if you played early access you shouldn’t be surprised because these books existed in EA. I’ve tried to find them in my game post patch 6 but all I can find is volume 3, which is disappointing because I was hoping to find volume 4

But as a treat, if you’re like me and completely didn’t know about this, buckle up and please enjoy the self-insert adventures of a certain “Roa” who totally isn’t Roan Featherway, a druid of Silvanus and colleague(??) of Halsin himself

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Book Draft - Volume I

The name on the inside of this faded journal suggests it belonged to a 'Roan Featherway', a druid of Silvanus.

[Neatly written chapters fill this journal. A list of what appears to be book publishers in Baldur's Gate are on the first page. The cover has a multitude of titles, all crossed out: 'The Unforeseen Alliance, volume 1', 'Druids and Harpers, a fight for good!', 'The Shadowed Evil: who dares to stand against it?'] Our hero, the [brave? mighty?] druid Roa arrives in the grove. When he received the summons from the Emerald Enclave, he knew something was afoot. Filled with druids and rangers alike, members of the Enclave are scattered across the realm. They fight to preserve the natural order, keep the elemental forces of the world in check, and do battle with those who would upset this delicate balance. They are fierce warriors, though none as fierce as Roa. Built like [an ox? A bear?], he stands head and shoulders above the crowd. The grove is buzzing with activity. Roa spots a beautiful woman with ebony hair flowing past her shoulders, her eyes as blue as a [summer's day? bluebird?]. His smile turns to a frown as he notices the crescent moon and harp pinned to her chest. By Silvanus, what was a Harper doing here?

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Book Draft - Volume II

Formed from several journals, paper scraps and, in one case, the back of an envelope, this book has been carefully glued together to form the second in a series of romance novels.

[This seems to be the second volume in a series written by an amateur novelist. The title on the cover, 'Love in Shadowed Lands', is crossed out.] The ebony-haired woman notices Roa's gaze and crosses the grove, [winking? smiling?] as she stands by the druid's side. 'I don't usually wear it out in the open,' she says, tapping the brooch on her cloak, a crescent moon and harp pinned to her chest. 'Except for special occasions.' 'What's a Harper doing in a grove of Silvanus?' Roa asks. 'Not just one.' She gestures to a group by the sacred pool. 'We're generally more cloak and dagger,' she continues, 'thwarting tyrants and [guarding? protecting?] the realm is best done in secret. But you lot have a fight on your hands. We're here to help.' 'Since when do the Emerald Enclave need a bunch of Harpers?' Roa says. 'You haven't heard?' She laughs, her laugh tinkling like a bell. 'Strap in, sweetie. We're about to take on Dark Justiciars, their demented leader Ketheric Thorm and, if we're very lucky, Shar herself.'

———

Book Draft - Volume III

The third book in a series of romance novels, this once beautifully bound book has had pages ripped out, glued back in and even tied to the book's spine using a piece of twine.

['Volume Three' is written in bold on the front. The title 'The Cost of Sorrow' is followed by a number of question marks.] 'But why?' Roa screams, the beast within barely contained. 'Why follow Shar? Why destroy Moonhaven?' Ketheric stares down [haughtily? cruelly?] at Roa as he steps over the bodies of Harpers and druids alike. 'Shar knows all.' He smiles [maliciously?]. 'She gave me a holy mission. I'm merely fulfilling it.' 'The people of Moonhaven trusted you!' Roa cries, his anger rising. 'How could you turn your Dark Justiciars on them?' Ketheric smiles, 'They needed the target practice. Can't have Shar's elite getting rusty, now can we? As for you...' a crescent blade appears in his [cruel?] hands. 'You are but one lone druid, Roa. Who are you to stand against me?' Roa forces himself to his feet, Silvanus' fury coursing through him. 'I'm your downfall. Today you die, Ketheric!'

———

And for the pièce de résistance 😮‍💨🤌

Book Draft - Volume IV

The fourth volume and final novel, this book has had almost every single page ripped out, except for the last twenty or so pages.

['Shadow's Kiss' is written in bold on the front. Pages of crossed out lines have notes in the margin reading 'finale!', 'more exciting!'. The final entry reads:] 'Get out of here.' Roa whispers, clutching his side. Blood pours from his fingers, a final gift from Ketheric's blade. 'I'm not leaving you,' Selene sobs, blue eyes filling with tears. Roa cups her face. 'I won't make it out in time. But you can.' Selene presses her forehead against his. Her ebony hair falls forward, forming a curtain that envelops them both. Roa closes his eyes, a smile lifting his lips as her scent, wild roses, washes over him. 'That grappling hook. You still have it?' He asks. 'Of course. Why do you -' With the last of his strength, Roa pushes her from the balcony. He watches her fall, watches her pull the hook from her pack and expertly throw it, swinging gracefully to the ground. A mighty crack splits the floor beneath him as the tower crumbles. He smiles contentedly. Selene was safe. That's all that mattered. Epilogue: 'Selfish bastard.' Selene says, kicking the base of the grave. Balsin places a comforting hand on her shoulder. 'He was the greatest of us all,' Balsin says, a towering behemoth of a druid, although not as tall as Roa. 'We will forever honour him, for he single-handedly broke Shar's hold on the land, and helped -' [A different hand appears beneath the final entry.] Roan, you had one job. This is not a historical record of what occurred, it is poorly written romance with no basis in fact. And if I ever see the name 'Balsin' again, I will personally feed you to Ormn.

Halsin you’re such a critic

we were robbed

[satoshi-mochida]

Former Chibi-Robo! developers announce robot action adventure game koROBO for consoles, PC - Gematsu

Tiny Wonder Studio, a new game development studio featuring key members from Chibi-Robo! series creators Skip, Ltd., have announced koROBO, a new action adventure game that follows a pint-sized robot named koROBO and his owner Tom. Kickstarter and Campfire campaigns have launched with the goal to launch on modern consoles and PC.

Here is an overview of the game, via Tiny Wonder Studio:

■ About

koROBO is an action adventure game follows the story of a pint-sized robot named “koROBO” and his owner, Tom, a young boy who receives koROBO as a gift from his father on his 10th birthday. Players step into the tiny but mighty shoes of koROBO, embarking on a thrilling and heartfelt journey that starts in Tom’s room and unfolds into a world-changing adventure.

■ Story

Sometimes it takes the smallest hero to fulfill the greatest destiny! Somewhere in the borough of Brocklyn, nestled within the urban jungle of New Yock City, Tom and his mother are celebrating his 10th birthday. When a wrapped present arrives from his estranged father, Tom rips through it, excited to see what’s inside. What he finds is not the coolest and latest in tiny household robo tech, but some knockoff model. “koROBO?” But before long, koROBO is cleaning the home, helping Tom with his homework, and even playing games and reading comics with him like a brother. What will koROBO’s arrival have in store for Tom, his family and perhaps, the world? koROBO‘s story unfolds inside Tom’s family apartment in Brocklyn, New Yock. Players take on the role of the pint-sized hero. As koROBO, they will help out the family, perform tasks around the home, meet the many denizens that inhabit the apartment building, and defend Tom and those he loves from a mysterious enemy… that can travel through space-time?

■ Gameplay

Tiny Hero, Big Adventure

koROBO‘s core gameplay involves traversing around the family’s home, cleaning up messes, and solving problems wherever they can be found–a big ask for such a tiny hero! Be careful, though! koROBO’s battery is limited, and performing tasks will drain it even faster. While more popular robots require owners to plug into adventure, Tom has modified koROBO to bathe in some rays in order to charge the solar battery strapped to their back. Players will have to keep an eye out for patches of sunlight to make sure koROBO keeps running at peak capacity! While exploring Tom’s apartment building, players won’t just be helping out him and his family. There’s a whole host of kooky denizens living their lives that koROBO will encounter. As koROBO, players can talk to these characters and help solve their problems to unlock some of his most powerful upgrades!

Better, Faster, Stronger

Players can collect items as they clean and explore to upgrade koROBO and what they can do. While koROBO will start out being able to run, jump, and glide, in time he’ll also be able to fly, swim, and even travel through time…? But wait, there’s more! koROBO isn’t the only toy in Tom’s retinue. Players will discover new miniature friends and gain an assortment of attachments that’ll allow koROBO to adventure and sometimes even fight in new and exciting ways! The parts players will need to find for their upgrades can be found all over the house, each with a rarity color denoting how difficult it will be to obtain them. Players should collect as many as they can to upgrade koROBO!

House of Future Past

While koROBO has a whole apartment to clean and explore, players will be doing much more than just merely traveling around the home while helping the family. Eventually, koROBO will unlock the radical ability to travel through time—at the mere touch of its tiny fingertips…?

■ The Cast

koROBO “Robotic Cleandroid”

A robot gifted to Tom on his 10th birthday, and the pint-sized hero of our adventure, koROBO is given to Tom by his estranged father. koROBO isn’t strong by any means, but he’s got a go-getter attitude and a mischievous streak. koROBO helps out by cleaning up, helping Tom with his homework, and more. But will he have what it takes to fill the void that separates Tom’s family?

Tom “Ten Year-Old Tinkerer”

A homebody by nature, Tom has few friends and spends much of his time in his room making modifications to his collection of toys and machines. While he rarely sees his dad after his parents divorced, he sometimes receives toys and other tchotchkes from his dad’s travels around the world.

Sally “The Mother of Invention?”

Originally from Japan, Sally now raises Tom on her own in their apartment in Brocklyn. Sally hates when things are in disarray, and gets frustrated with Tom when he says things that don’t seem to make sense. While she and Tom’s father enjoyed a whirlwind romance, she eventually divorced him when his lust for travel grew too strong. Strong-willed and kind-hearted, she once dreamed of becoming a singer but now works as a waitress in a cafe to make ends meet.

John “Wanderlust King”

Tom’s father. Considered an eccentric by some and a genius engineer by others, John and Sally were madly in love in their youth. However, when Tom was five, John left mysteriously, leaving only a note behind that read, “I’m leaving to protect you.” Despite the distance between the two, Tom clearly gets his love of mechanics from his father.

Garth Vader (Real Name: Unknown)

A suspicious figure seen wandering around the courtyard of the apartment building, plenty of rumors have surfaced about the truth surrounding Garth. Some say that he’s fallen to the dark side and is plotting to take over the world. Others suggest that he’s simply the building’s super, watering the plants, feeding the birds, and tending to the plumbing. No one actually speaks to Garth, though, so the truth remains shrouded in mystery.

■ World

A World in Crisis

It is the year 2025, and the world is dealing with a looming energy crisis. Fossil fuels are quickly becoming unreliable as a fuel source, and humanity teeters hopelessly on the edge. Even in these most dire times, however, hope springs eternal in the hearts and minds of those that believe in a better tomorrow. When the world needs it most, one pint-sized hero could be the catalyst that sets humanity on a new path, one that would change the course of history forever: koROBO!

The Brocklyn Apartment

While traversing a living room or kitchen might not seem like a monumental task, things look a lot different when you’re a tiny, highly-motivated robot. While well-placed book piles and a toppled over chair might offer koROBO assistance in getting to hard-to-reach places throughout the home, it would be impossible for them to get to the hardest to reach places all on their own. koROBO is going to need a little help!

Tom’s Room

One might look at Tom’s room and see the messy room of a lazy kid, but that’s far from the truth. If one were to look closer, one would instead see the workshop and playground of a gifted child, wildly imaginative and naturally inclined to work with electronics. Tom’s room is full of toys, tools, and electronics in various states of tinkering. One boy’s garbage is another boy’s treasure, and Tom’s room is a treasure trove for koROBO. What new treasure will be uncovered while exploring Tom’s room?

■ koROBO Crowdfunding Campaign and Message From the Developer

Tiny Wonder Studio is reaching out to fans for their support in bringing koROBO to life. Together with the community’s backing, koROBO will evolve through collaborative efforts between creators and enthusiasts, aiming to launch on PC and modern consoles if enough funding is achieved. “Our goal is to create a game that everyone can enjoy, so koROBO is intended to be a cozy and comfy game that we hope everyone will fall in love with. The core of koROBO is all about bringing people together and working towards a better tomorrow and this campaign, combined with your support, is a wonderful opportunity to bring fans of video games together—something that would make our tiny hero proud! “The future is a dream we all share! Let’s make it a reality together.” —Kenichi Nishi, Director

■ About Tiny Wonder Studio

Tiny Wonder Studio is a new development studio composed of key members formerly from Skip, Ltd. and other veterans in the industry.

Kenichi Nishi – koROBO director (Tiny Wonder Studio)

Previous Works: Chibi-Robo! Plug into Adventure!, moon: Remix RPG Adventure, Incredible Crisis, L.O.L.: Lack of Love, Giftpia

Hiroshi Moriyama – koROBO director (Tiny Wonder Studio)

Previous Works: Chibi-Robo! Plug into Adventure!, Chibi-Robo! Park Patrol, Okaeri! Chibi-Robo! Happy Richie Osoji!, Giftpia

Keita Eto – koROBO director (Tiny Wonder Studio)

Previous Works: Chibi-Robo! Zip Lash, L.O.L.: Lack of Love

Hirofumi Taniguchi – koROBO Music & SFX

Previous Works: Chibi-Robo! Plug into Adventure!, moon: Remix RPG Adventure, Chibi-Robo!: Photo Finder, Chibi-Robo! Zip Lash, L.O.L.: Lack of Love, Giftpia, Captain Rainbow, Snowpack Park, Chulip, Black Bird, Million Onion Hotel, ufo～a day in the life～

Hikarin – koROBO art, character design

Previous Works: Chibi-Robo! Plug into Adventure!

Hisashi Koshimizu – koROBO producer (Tiny Wonder Studio)

Watch the announcement trailer below. View the first screenshots at the gallery. Visit the official website here.

Announce Trailer

[charleecat-bat]

Big and Mighty in my Superhero AU... I realised a while ago I forgot to post Big on here and while most would expect me to post Mighty with Ray. Well... the kiddie heroes (minus Tails) are gonna be done at a separate time. So these two wound up being in the post despite not really being much of a duo.

From a very young age, Big's only parental figure, his Uncle Huge, knew his nephew had abilities. The cat managing to walk away from freakish accidents, the starter incident was a very young Big wondering into traffic and colliding with a semi-truck and everyone expected the worst...only to see the front of the truck dented and almost destroyed with the driver barely able to get out and Big...completely unharmed. More incidents would follow, leaving Big without so much as a scratch as well as showing a freakish amount of strength. It was clear he had powers like those superheroes, his one being indestructibility and extreme strenght... but Big never really had much of an interest in being a superhero. The lifestyle seemed far too stressful and not at all like the life Big wanted to life, he'd rather relax in the Mystic Ruins, fishing and hanging out with his friends. Not many people in his life were actually aware of his powers until a mass attack on many of his secret hero friends followed him to his homes... and only seeing all of them hurt made him step in for once. It didn't take long for the threat to be dealt with, and the group quickly asking Big to try and be one of them. Big declined, insisting it didn't seem like something he'd be well fitted for, fighting with bad guys all the time and whatnot, but he was eventually convinced. Soon the appearance of the silent, intimidating figure of Guardian began showing up... Big was not confident on the 'scarier' look. But everyone insisted that it was better he looked less like himself, to keep himself and his Uncle safe. He is still getting used to the hero-ing business, not doing it as much as his friends do, but he at least glad to know he is helping people, preferring to help civilians then fight bad guys.

Mighty has always been a sweet guy looking out for others, whether it had been his little sister, Ray, his best little bro, or even the nature around him that he adored. For as long as he could remember he always felt at peace out in nature, and with his rough childhood, being able to find a patch of woods was enough to put him at peace... and yet it still came to a surprise to him when he developed his powers as a teenager. His connection to nature becoming even stronger since then. Nowadays while still looking out for Matilda and Ray and juggling a job as a Park Ranger, he had started his hand in the superhero business, being given the mantle 'Mandrake', which he's taken a liking to. Three things he's known for are his powerful punches, his favoring over using roots for his powers unlike the more popular vines for plant powered people, and he's frequently seen repairing any spot that might've been damaged during his fights with his powers. Hating to leave any piece of nature destroyed when all he was trying to do was protect people and stop a criminal.

[hanayori89]

🪶🪶🪶Lesson 12: Chain of Command 🪶🪶🪶

"So then—that settles it, Groose; you will stay here and watch Y/N."

Groose hopped off the rock he had settled his bottom on top of. He pointed a finger at himself while you aimed a finger in his direction. 

"Me?"

"Him?" 

Link sighed, folding his arms. He waited patiently for the inescapable riposte headed his way. After all, he used to be Groose's victim, being endlessly bullied and browbeaten by his many antics. Whether it be in the form of having his Loftwing locked away or tripping him in the hallways of the Knight Academy. 

But now, Hylia had served her hero with the sweetest form of justice, as Link went from victim to victor when it came to Zelda's heart and his status as the stronger knight.

"I want to protect Zelda too, you know?" Groose snickered, plopping back onto his rock without much of an argument. 

"Groose! I need you to stay here and watch Y/N! If you want to help Zelda, then do that much." 

"That helps you—not Zelda." 

Link looked away, his bangs not quite long enough to hide the small patches of red now dotting the apples of his cheeks. "You heard what Impa said." 

Impa had returned to the sanctuary of the sealed temple, the recent excitement taking a toll on the old woman's tenuous body. You stood, secure beneath the umbrage of a tree with as many branches as veins in a hand. While you remained hidden beneath its comfort, you observed the clear jousting tournament of stares going down between Link and Groose.

Link took a step toward him. The look in his eyes made it clear whatever he was going to say next was going to be the move that knocked Groose off his horse of obstinance. "For whatever reason, the imprisoned has chosen Y/N; the longer it is kept away from her, the longer we keep it from progressing and getting to Zelda. For now, this is how we will handle this." It was evident from Link's tone that he was clearly the top of the pecking order, and it left no room for Groose to challenge him further. 

You could see Groose lift his gargantuan hand, his index finger tapping against the small knob of his puckered lips. He was going to concede. 

You had to interrupt. All of this arguing as if you were some helpless damsel was starting to get on your nerves. Groose may have been afraid to challenge the hero's "supposed" authority. But to you, he was still Link, and there was nothing you loved more than stepping on his toes. "Don't I get a say in this?" 

Groose and Link both turned and looked at you. "No."

You threw your hands up in the air. "I managed to keep that thing distracted and away from Impa!" 

"Y/N!" Link hissed, your words clearly reigniting and stoking the fresh fires of unforgiveness. "Be that as it may, had I not saved you, what would have happened?"

"It would have worked out somehow! I could have fallen into one of the zephyrs and then—" 

"And what, Y/N? Be catapulted back on top of its head and bucked off?"

"No! You are acting so high and mighty because you're some kind of descendant of the great hero! Well, newsflash, Link—do you remember who trained with you on Skyloft? Who was ahead of you at one point, actually?" Your eyes were beginning to sting out of aggravation, and you refused to show him a single tear. You turned around, your head pointed up skyward, wishing you were home. Your voice wavered. "When we were on Skyloft—"

"But we are not on Skyloft Y/N. We are down here. On the Surface. The playing field is different now and..." You could almost hear the cogs in his head spinning as he thought carefully about what to say next.

"And what?" You whipped your head around, your voice defiant. "Just go protect Zelda, Link."

His face fell. "Y/N..."

"Just go. Spare me the good boy act." 

"My not wanting to see anything happen to you isn't an act." His eyes began to imitate the way he had looked at you not too long ago. That look that made you want to...

I'm not falling for that again. 

You turned back around. “You're still amazing, Y/N. Nothing that is happening here and now diminishes your determination and willpower. None of it takes away how great of a knight you are. But this evil, it isn't an evil that—"

"I don't want to talk about it anymore, Link." You were too tired to hide the melancholy in your tone. You just wanted to go home. You wanted to curl up in your bed and daydream. Read a book in the library and joke around with Karane. Go on nighttime flights with Sava.

And you couldn't. Now you were stuck here. You were stuck here with Link and the intricate way you felt about him. And it was all because of the imprisoned. You wished you never learned about Zelda or Link or any of this silly nonsense. 

You just wanted your normal life back.

As if reading the diary of your thoughts, Link continued. "You'll be able to go home again. I swear it. Trust me, Y/N."

You thought a leaf had fallen on your shoulder when you realized it was the ghost of Link's touch as he left your side.

The soft tread of his footsteps began to grow further away from you. You turned around. "Link? Please, would you please tell Karane that I am okay? And Sava, tell me Sava is safe." The next part you didn't bother to say out loud. 

I know you don't even owe me that much.

You couldn't make out his facial expression, only the faint up and down of his head in response. Eventually the verdant backdrop of leaves swallowed him from your sight.

"And thank you... for saving me." You said to yourself.

A fetid wave of breath pummeled against your cheek, not giving you time to sulk.

"Well, it's just you and me now, huh?"

Ugh. 

You turned and were greeted by the image of Groose shimmying his eyebrow at you.

Link must think I was born yesterday if he thinks I am going to sit here obediently with the prickly pinecone and the inept pompadour.

You looked over at the dormant seal that housed the imprisoned beneath it. Wouldn't I be safer in the woods than right where it could destroy the seal?

You looked at Groose, then back at the seal, before slowly backing away, a sly grin on your face. With a skip and jump, you began to run.

"Hey!" Groose shouted. "I'm not trying to hear Link if you get lost out there!"

You waved your hand in his direction without turning back. "I'll be fine, you big kahoot! If I'm stuck down here, I might as well explore some. I'll be back!" 

"I thought you wanted to learn how to use the Groosenator?! Y/N! Don't go being stupid! You hear me?" 

"I'll bring us back something to eat!" You responded, your voice echoing behind you. You thought about your answer, realizing you didn't even know what there was to eat on the surface. 

But if it was going to be your temporary home, it was time you learned more about it. 

Besides, based on your logical conclusion, hanging around the seal was more dangerous than being in the woods.

Wasn't it?

Edited: 12/8/24

[melloncolliegalaxies]

the human brain is a mighty thing; it can remake the bottle-green land into the vast Pacific sea. i can be in the grocery store, gripping my cart with white knuckles on aisle four, yet feel like i'm drowning. isn't that amazing?

it's so convincing, like bull sharks pretending to be well-meaning heroes with their hands held out—their life-preserving words, so inviting, and their lighthouse eyes, so dazzling. i glimpse only the curving shore in their smiles and never the blood-stained teeth. my hopeful assumptions always almost kill me.

the human brain is a mystifying thing; it morphs my hemorrhaging heart into a lavish four-course feast, like drifting debris encroaching on something's territory. it makes every discourtesy my fault, converting their mistakes into my pleas, "please, forgive me for aching."

time and again, my body's drenched and frigid, my thoughts punctuated by puncture wounds from every facade that promised to patch me up and dry me off. sometimes i think, this is the end. 

but the human brain is an awe-inspiring thing; it keeps me flailing and fighting toward the surface despite my infinite injuries, believing bravely—or foolishly—that i can survive this, as i've survived everything before it, even when the blue sea becomes blood-red.

— blood-red sea | melancholy galaxies | t.e.t.

[wolfdrawer]

Alright so, who's ready for a cowboy au!!

General premise of it:

Gideon Coal is on the hunt for the hobgoblins that took his family away from him and has left him a permanent scar. With the help of a crew he hired, he'll finally seek his revenge.

All characters are their normal races just not their classes. So...Avantris that got hit with the western stick. Just so there's no confusion.

And they all have different nicknames but I haven't thought of much...still a work in progress.

Characters:

Gideon Coal:

•The leader who's fiery revenge is gonna make for a mighty risky plan.

•His outfit is like Orville Peck's if it was more chaotic and messy.

• (Thank you @obsidiancreates for this idea) He looks like a mess on purpose, since he's had too many people doubting him, might as well adapt to it. His guns doesn't look clean so people assume he's got no game and will get himself killed.

•His fine weapon of choice is his Pappy's trusty shotgun and a dingy revolver that was left behind when the hobgoblins invaded. He's a tank that likes to go head first and do as much damage. Although he's not fully advanced with the revolver, he gets the job done with it.

•He's a massive risk taker, getting into fights with the wrong people to get what he wants and a big shit stirrer whether it's flirting or sleeping with another man's girl or just pick pocketing from his winnings. If it's a risk, it's already worth it.

Kremy Lecroux :

•The proud owner of the Hungry Catfish after running away from his old employer. When he's not making sure the patrons of his bar aren't ripping each other to shreds or causing mayhem or doing finance, sometimes he likes to go down and give a show. Whether dancing or singing, he'll put on a show for his patrons.

•He's the only one not affected by the hobgoblins because he runs away whenever he's paranoid and feels like they are too close to his business or his life. But he knows too many stories.

•He can be a flirt but it never goes far because although he doesn't look like it, he's a fighter.

•He's the closest one that maybe has magic, however, it's all just a magic trick, smoke and mirrors as he performs.

•His performing outfit consists more of a regular button up, a corset, leather gloves, normal leather pants, and a big jacket. And his actual outfit is something I have to get drawing on. He does wear his makeup for each outfit, his performing outfit more of the typical voodoo paintings and then when he's out, it's a hand made skull mask he made.

•Weapons of choice would be his two ranger guns that sit on the lower back of him and his cane that doubles as a hidden sword because I do love me some hidden swords.

•You can make a deal with him, whether it's getting him for a heist or helping you get the money you need from a game, he's your man as long as you can pay him with as much as you got. (60 - 40 like he said)

Morning Frost:

•A working farm hand that got his knack for shooting things across the way when he had to quickly grab his mom's rifle and snipe a hobgoblin that was about to grab his friend. He got a few more shots in before the hobgoblins finally got away from his village. He was regarded as a hero and forced to learn the ways of the world pretty harshly. Now in the future, his knack for the rifle has landed him to be able to turn off his emotions in a pinch to get the job done, although it bleeds through when the going gets tough.

•His outfit, and this may be obscure, is going to be a sort of ref to Tigerclaw from the 2012 TMNT, just without the eye patch and adding a few more details to make it more cowboy aesthetic.

•His weapon of choice of course is his mom's trusty rifle that he cares for deeply and makes sure it's in tip top shape everyday.

•He's calculated, knowing risks and how dumb it would be to do something, but he's not above going in and sniping for a job if he desperately needs the money.

•He still lives in his village, now a protector of sorts and still practices his shooting to hone it even though he's already good, but good just isn't enough.

•He has 2 lockets around his neck that his mom and dad wore, each containing a faux gem that he feels represents them with a picture of each them. I will say the jewels later but I have to do my research on jewels.

Gricko Grimgrin and Hootsie T. Grimgrin:

•A man in the midst of woods and barely any civilization, Gricko lives for the hunt. With his daughter and trusty companion Hootsie, they scavenge all they can for their meals. Unlike the rest of the guys, they are so far into the woods, that they don't know any stories about hobgoblins nor have they even heard anything that sounds like a train. What is a train to them?

•Because of hunting, he's mastered the art of traps and the usefulness of materials. Everyday, he makes a new trap or stocks up on old ones, just to be ready. On his scavenging, he finds things that people who venture too close have and makes more of his weapons like makeshift bombs or fixing himself a knife as best as he can. Basically a wild man.

•Weapons of choice would be his makeshift bombs, think of Sokka's bomb from Avatar, and a janky knife he tried to make using bullets he found on a random corpse. It does it's job and that's all that matters to him. I am debating on whether or not to give him a gun, but I want to get everyone different guns. Still debating.

•Hootsie was going to be one of Gricko's marks, but Gricko does understand nature more than anything and took pity on the owlbear cub that lost its momma, and now he raises her as his own, inseparable. Now, she helps with scoping out prey and sniffing out when people are near.

And that's what I have so far! Hopefully I can fully get more of an idea for them and can get the map fully to really scope out how much these hobgolbins have fucked with everyone, but for now, take these disconnecting things. Torbek and Twig will be here as well, but I'm also trying to figure out their backstory and their roles in this without overlapping a bunch. The drawings I will have to add later because Gricko's and Frost is something I have to workshop. Especially Gricko because I want to make him a wild man but not a savage, anyone catch what I'm putting down, you know. If not it's fine, but I just have to think of his outfit. Anyway Enjoy!

[thatdesolatefander]

Did Friendship Always Involve Flowers?

Summary: After seeing a yellow rose in Virgil's room, the twins learn that Virgil loves the smell of flowers.

Roman isn't one to pass up a perfectly good opportunity to upstage his brother and earn Virgil's love at the same time. Besides, flowers never hurt anyone.

Prompt:  Rivals Roman and Remus fighting for Virgil’s attention (but he's dating someone else secretly) for @starlocked01

Word Count: 5,011

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Roman didn't think that he would ever fall in love with the boy next door, and he definitely never would have guessed that his twin would too. In fact, Roman used to dislike having anything to do with the weird neighbor kid who would hiss at him. When Roman and Remus moved in next door to the Storm family, the twins were young enough that they were forced into play dates with the neighbor kid, but old enough to be annoyed by it (aka, being hissed at for coming too close).

It took awhile for Virgil to warm up to the twins, but the three of them grew close despite their rocky start. The three became inseparable for a time. They would playing tags in the woods behind their houses and pretending to be superheroes were their two favorite games.

While Virgil was initially scared of the woods, he soon grew comfortable surrounded by nothing but greenery since Roman and Remus promised to protect him if anything dangerous would show up. When Virgil fell and skinned his knee, they paused their game to walk with Virgil back to the house. Then they helped to carefully place a bandaid on Virgil's cut.

Roman and Remus were far less united when they played pretend. Roman would be a grand hero always swooping in to save the day from whatever villainous scenario Remus came up with, and Virgil would be forced to chose a side. Some days, Virgil would pretend to be a hero fighting along side the mighty Roman. Other days he would stage a betrayal and join Remus in his quest to rule the world.

Don't worry, every so often Virgil would pretend to be on the side of evil and then stab Remus in the back. As Remus dramatically pretended to struggle for breath through blood filled lungs, Roman would re-knight Virgil as one of the heroes.

On the really interesting days, Virgil would stage three betrayals and end up a vigilante who ran by his own moral code, getting in the way of hero and villain alike.

The twins loved how despite being shy and reserved around most people, Virgil always kept the twins on their toes. It made their games much more fun if they didn't have to repeat the same boring story every time. Roman and Remus both loved taking Virgil's decisions and twisting the story to create elaborate plots. Especially if it meant they had to convince Virgil why their side was superior.

Their fun was born of the innocent and childish friendship of youth. In fact, when high school started Roman and Remus drifted away to new friend groups, Virgil was left to bounce between his two friends, unwilling to abandon either one. The three remained friends, but as their interests drifted, their games of pretend were left in the past.

During high school, Roman and Remus each started noticing new things about their childhood friend. The one who would be dark and mysterious if the three of them weren't already best friends. In fact, they both started purposefully keeping track of all the things that made up Virgil.

Roman and Remus knew that Virgil sewed on the large patches to his favorite sweater himself, but he still knew how to mend any clothing seamlessly. Virgil simply preferred the look of his plaid patches.

They realized that Virgil didn't drink caffeine since it made his anxiety spike, and the only tea he drank was an herbal chamomile and lavender blend before bed.

Roman adored the way Virgil's eyes would soften when his favorite song came on and how his eyes crinkled when he laughed.

Remus noticed the mischievous glint in Virgil's eye right before Virgil challenged one of the twins to a challenge Virgil was confident in succeeding in. Remus would always accept the challenge anyways simply so he could see Virgil's smug lopsided grin after he out ran Remus or tackled Roman into the dirt.

As his adoration grew, Roman told Patton about his feelings for Virgil. Patton was strangely hesitant. "Well, kiddo. That just sounds like you enjoy hanging out with Virgil? It doesn't necessarily mean something romantic has to come from it?"

Roman pouted as he flipped his hair out of his face with his hand. "Don't underestimate my love, Pat!"

Patton started twisting his hands together. "I'm just saying that there are some things about Virgil that you don't know yet. I know more about certain… aspects of his life than you do!"

Roman nodded his head sagely. "You are right, dear padre. I shall endeavor to learn even more about Virgil through observations before asking for his hand!" Roman said, puffing out his chest with his hands on his hips.

Patton lifted a hand towards Roman and then drew it back to his chest. "Thats, umm. Thats not what I really meant. Maybe you should talk to Virgil—" Patton tried to continue, but Roman had already ran off to grab a note book.

Logan looked up from the book he was pretending to read. "Let him try. Virgil most likely won't recognize Roman's attempts at courtship as anything sinister. Besides, they could be a, ahem, an 'it' couple? If they do end up in a romantic relationship."

Patton winced slightly. "I just don't think that Roman should be trying to date Virgil right now? Also, that flashcard is a little bit dated."

Logan sighed and took his glasses off to clean them. "Ah, I shall refrain from using it in that case."

Patton smiled over at Logan conspiratorially. "Anyways, Virgil kind of has a big secret that would make Roman trying to 'win him over' a bad idea."

Logan sighed deeply. "Its too late now. Roman can be rather single minded on the best of days. The best we can do is intervene if his actions start causing problems."

Patton groaned and put his head in his hands. "If you say so."

…………

Of course, once Remus heard of Roman's plan, he felt incredulous at not thinking of it first.

As always, he took his complaints to Janus during school lunch. "Roman has been awfully interested in Virgil's love life lately," Remus stated bluntly as soon as they both began eating.

Janus paused mid chew. Remus dramatically thunked his head down on the table with one arm thrown haphazardly over his head. Janus stared at Remus for a moment before finally swallowing his bite of mashed potatoes.

"I don't follow," Janus said, his cool demeanor showing that Remus' overly dramatic sighs didn't worry him at all. To further show his nonchalance, Janus began taking a long drink of the strawberry milk that came with his school lunch.

Remus sat up and rested his chin on one of his hands. "Well, dearest Jan Jan, Ro bro should know that I should get first dibs on our dear emo's heart!"

Janus choked on his milk. As he was busy sputtering (and was that laughter mixed in? The nerve.), Remus went on to list all the things he liked about Virgil. By the time Remus began describing how amazing it would be to see Roman's shocked face if Remus was the one to win Virgil over, Janus had an unmistakably amused glint in his eye.

Unperturbed, Remus ploughed on. "Y'know what would really win Virgie onto my side? A nice gruesome poem full of bloody imagery. His little emo heart would love it!"

Janus sputtered again, but he somehow managed to talk Remus down from that particular idea. Still, Remus was convinced that he knew more about Virgil than Roman.

Of course, this meant that Roman and Remus had to settle once and for all who knew Virgil better. It was their way of proving which twin was worthy to seek Virgil's hand in courtship. Remus was all too happy to grab his own notebook to keep track of their game.

Anytime one of them twins noticed something new pertaining Virgil, they would point it out, even if they were in the middle of a conversation with Virgil himself. It was pretty straightforward.

It annoyed Virgil, but he ignored it like it was just another one of the creative twins unique eccentricities. The twins loved to randomly challenge each other, and that never bothered Virgil before. But normally Virigl was able to join in their competitions.

In fact, Virgil quite enjoyed partaking in the strange challenges the brothers cooked up, so he was confused as to why their current game seemed to center around Virgil while still leaving him out. He would have felt lonely if he didn't have other people to turn to. When Roman and Remus started commenting on less and less things, Virgil assumed that the game was finally becoming boring to them.

Unluckily for Virgil, Roman and Remus were simply running out of things to point out about Virgil's day to day life, but they were still quite invested in who would come out on top.

Roman wanted to see the way Remus nose twitched with a repressed snarl every time he managed to catch something before Remus.

For Remus' part, he loved hearing Roman's huff of annoyance as Remus pointed out something seemingly obvious for the first time that both had forgotten to mention.

At times, their siblings annoyance was more fulfilling than learning more about Virgil was. Honestly, both Roman and Remus had never had a game that made it so easy to get a rise from the other before. Even if they were running out of things to point out, how could they leave their competition behind?

So with the twins drawing to a stalemate, Remus decided to get creative. While it was unorthodox, he realized that introducing several situations of his own design and seeing how Virigl reacted to them would be a great way to get ahead of Roman. At this point, Remus had less tally marks in his note book than his brother, and Remus was all to eager to fill his pages with lines.

In true Remus fashion, things quickly got out of hand. Remus started making Virgil uncomfortable in increasingly ludicrous ways just so he could mark it down. When Roman noticed, he would try to jump in and say what was bothering Virgil first so that he could add a tally mark instead.

This lead to Virgil trying to get his bearings after randomly experiencing whatever horrid thing Remus forced him to see, smell, or touch unexpectedly while the twins squabbling filled his ears . Virgil tried to patiently wait out Roman and Remus' newest game, he really did.

Sadly, Virgil's mental health didn't care about patience. After only two days of the new turn to the twins game, Virgil reached a breaking point.

Walking into the cafeteria, Virgil was faced with the daily decision of which friends to sit with. Neither group minded how much he bounced around, especially since Virgil tended to split his time rather evenly. Today, however, Virgil didn't care about fairness and he beelined for Roman's table.

Virgil really wouldn't mind sitting with Janus, but he was really tired of dealing with Remus at the moment. Also, Virgil was already feeling anxious and figured that if he couldn't have Janus help him out, Logan or Patton might also help him. So Roman's table it was.

Remus spotted him. Quickly, Remus lept from his seat and brought his tray over to Roman's table. A reluctant Janus trailed behind him, murmuring about switching tables being bad idea.

When Remus sat down, Virgil sighed but decided to stay. Then every single noise in the cafeteria hit him at once. Remus and Roman's voices were growing louder and louder so that they could be heard over the cacophony of the laughing cheerleaders a table over and the general chatter filling the cafeteria. There was forks scraping against trays, food being chewed, and the slurping of milk.

Virgil wanted to cover his ears to block out the noise, but that would look weird. He started drumming his fingers on the table instead.

Remus zeroed in on this detail. Pulling his notebook out of his pocket, he loudly exclaimed, "Vee Vee taps his fingers when he is nervous." Roman groaned as Remus added a tally mark to his notebook. Both missed the way people turned to look at Remus' loud statement.

Virgil didn't. He could feel their eyes burning into him. Were they laughing at him? Virgil couldn't rule out the possibility. He nibbled his lip as he thought of all the awful things they could be saying about him. Its not like Virgil would be able to hear exactly what they said over the conversations taking place at his table.

"Oh, I know! Virgil bites his lip sometimes! Take that, Remus," Roman exclaimed, happy to not be falling behind. When he looked up, Virgil was staring daggers at him.

Virgil stood up and snatched his barely touched food tray from the table.

"Where are you going?" Patton asked, concern lacing his voice. Virgil didn't need his pity. He needed out.

Virgil really didn't want to cry right now. Not in front of all these people. So, he replied with a venom in his voice despite knowing Patton did nothing wrong. "I'm not hungry," he spat. Virgil could feel tears welling up into his eyes. Why couldn't Remus and Roman leave him alone for just one day?

Virgil rushed out the cafeteria, leaving all of his friends behind. He lengthened his stride, going as fast as he could without breaking out into a full out run. The last thing he needed was to get in trouble for running in the halls right now.

He didn't know where he was going, but somehow he ended up in a quite space underneath a stair well. It was out of sight of most passerbys, and also quite. Virgil hugged his knees to his chest, desperately trying to not cry and instead control his breathing.

It wasn't working well.

Thats where Janus found Virgil. Janus brow creased with concern and his voice was low and soothing, "Its okay, Virgil. You're safe here." Janus opened his arms, and Virgil eagerly jumped into them before breaking into sobs.

"Wh-what if people see us?" Virgil questioned through hiccups.

"Then they will simply see someone comforting their friend. Besides, we are out of the way. If someone does come, I'll scare off anyone that comes over here, my precious storm cloud. Nobody has to know until your ready."

"I only want you right now. None of the others," Virgil said, tears still flowing down his face. Virgil buried his head into Janus' chest, wanting to hide away from the world in his boyfriend's arms.

Janus' slight smile was soft in a way only Virgil ever saw. "Of course," Janus murmured into Virgil's hair while reaching a hand up to twirl a strand around his finger.

Janus continued holding Virgil, rocking him back and forth. When he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Janus started to pull away from his boyfriend, but Virgil clung to Janus' shirt. "Don't go," Virgil whispered, "Not yet."

When Roman came into sight, his gaze zeroed in on Virgil's face, taking in the black mascara trails running down Virgil's cheek from his red, puffy eyes. Virgil released his hold of the shirt, so Janus stood. He was ready to deliver on his promise.

"Get out of here, Roman," Janus hissed. His gaze was stone cold as he strode over and roughly grabbed Roman's arm, pulling him away from Virgil's hideaway.

As he was being ushered away, Roman turned to look at his friend who had curled up into himself in Janus' absence.

"I'm sorry Virgil!" Roman called out behind him. Guilt was clearly written in the way Roman tightened and relaxed his fist over and over, his hunched posture, and his sorrowful eyes. "Me and Remus will stop. I… I didn't mean to hurt you."

Virgil gave a small nod, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he wiped at one of his tear stained cheeks with his hoodie sleeve. At least Roman seemed sincere in his apology. It was a start. When Janus came back, Virgil once again threw himself into his boyfriend's arms, happy there was one person in the world he could fall apart in front of.

…………

Roman and Remus worked hard to regain their place in Virgil's good graces. It involved heartfelt apology letters, gifts being left on Virgil's door step, and the twins making themselves scarce so that Virgil could have some much needed space.

Roman and Remus almost wished that the others would give them space.

Patton gave Roman a long lecture about being considerate of others feelings. Logan supported each point with heavily researched data points. Roman tried to defend himself, but he could only look at the ground in shame when he saw Patton's disappointed face.

Janus had refused to speak to Remus for three whole days after the incident. He ended his silence by telling Remus that he would regret it if he ever made Virgil cry again.

Remus loved a good old ominous threat, but it was definitely unnerving how Janus refused to clarify exactly how Remus would regret making Virgil cry. The cold look in Janus' eyes made Remus that he wasn't kidding either, and Remus really didn't want to get fed to Janus snakes piece by piece before the police could even find his body.

It also helped that both twins actually did feel bad about hurting their friend. If Virgil had ever detected a lack of sincerity, he would have refused to forgive his once best friends. Thankfully, all their relationship needed was some time before it could heal.

After a week, Virgil knocked on the twins' front door with an offer to hang out and play video games. For a bit, things were almost back to normal. Roman and Remus stilled kept up their competition, but not in any way that Virgil could see (which was a big relief to everyone in both friend groups.)

Sometimes the twins would ask Virgil a random question only for Virgil to become a blushy mess. Clearly, Virgil had a crush. Roman and Remus had one question: which twin would Virgil choose?

After two days, Virgil was excitedly describing a new vinyl he had just bought as he swung his bedroom door open. He went over to his closet to pull the vinyl out, but Roman noticed a small jar on Virgil's desk. In it sat a pristine yellow rose.

Roman turned to Remus, face shocked, but the gears were already turning in his head. "Virgil keeps a rose on his desk now."

Remus' jaw dropped and Virgil whipped around to look at the offending yellow rose, clearly displayed. The jar even had a purple ribbon tied in a bow around it.

"I-I just like the smell of flowers! Can you guys get any more annoying? Get out!" Virgil sputtered, his face going pink, before promptly shooing both of the twins out of his room, vinyl now forgotten. Roman didn't care how strange it was since he had better things to think about: beating Remus in earning Virgil's love.

Roman knew that he could take advantage of Virgil liking flowers to earn his favor. This time, he vowed to start small in order to not overwhelm his dear friend.

Still, Roman took his time to put his plan in action. He had to wait until Remus made plans with Janus, but the wait was worth it. One day, a new horror movie released and Remus left school with Janus to watch it.

This left Roman free to finally walk Virgil home without his brother being in the way. Roman wasn't one to waste a perfectly good opportunity. On the way, Roman asked Virgil about what he thought of the dandelions and tulips that they passed, hoping to learn Virgil's opinion on various flowers.

Roman noticed the way Virgil's mouth ticked up on one side in small lopsided grin. Virgil honestly did like flowers, so he was all to happy to talk about the flowers that Roman pointed out. Virgil even pointed out several of the wild flowers along the trail that he also liked, but he was a bit disappointed that Roman also didn't know what they were called.

The next day Virgil opened his front door only for a purple tulip to be shoved into his face.

"Thank you…?" Virgil hesitantly told Roman before he retreated back inside to put the flower in a jar of water.

When Roman was with Remus alone, he made sure to inform him that sadly, purple tulips did not make Virgil a blushy mess the way the yellow rose had.

"I bet Virgil would like flowers I gift him more than yours," Remus taunted, waggling his eyebrows.

Roman knew that the game was changing once again, but flowers seemed like an innocent enough of a way to prove their love. Roman smirked, "Game on."

…………

Virgil was blindsided by the change. He mentioned that he liked the smell of flowers one time, and now his room is full of them. Honestly, did friendship always involve so many flowers? He wasn't sure since he couldn't think straight with the overwhelming (although delightful) smell of a hundred different flowers that have overflown from his room and to various vases in the rest of the house.

Since it was clear that this was more than part of their apology, Virgil considered the possibility that the flowers could be some sort of romantic gesture. Yet Janus reminded him that the twins didn't have a single romantic bone between them, so he brushed that worry off.

Surely friendship could include flowers sometimes.

Besides, there was a strangely competitive nature to the gifting. The twins were obviously trying to see who could get flowers that Virgil loved the most, but they had a strange way of measuring it. Every time Virgil invited them over, they seemed to compare whose flowers were the least wilted.

Virgil was even more confused at how Remus' flowers always seemed to last longer than Roman's despite Virgil only taking care of one of the flowers that had found residence in his home.

Janus said not to worry, but Virgil didn't trust that. Virgil grew even more worried when Janus went on to say that he had a handle on the whole situation.

"What situation??" Virgil cried. Janus shrugged, not caring to explain further. Virgil groaned in frustration and threw a pillow straight at Janus' face.

Janus laughed and threw a crumpled note at Virgil, who quickly unfolded it. On it was description of a series of trail markers. The ones that led to their clearing.

"Meet me at midnight?" Janus asked, blinking his eyes innocently.

Virgil snorted. Of course Janus would give out cryptic instructions that would involve Virgil trekking through the woods at night. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," Virgil promised.

…………

The reason Remus' flowers lasted longer was the arrangement he had with Janus. Remus was able to break in to Virgil's house using a key Janus somehow acquired as long as Remus never broke in illegally or unsupervised. It was the only way Janus was able to dissuade Remus from getting into the house through other means in order to win the bet with his brother.

But Janus had been so busy lately that Remus' flowers were wilting just as much as Romans were. So Remus decided to break into the house the old fashioned way. As he sneaked his way out of his own home, Remus saw Virgil slip out of his back door and head to the woods, only holding a note and a flashlight.

Remus ran into his house and shook Roman awake while repeatedly telling him to get up. After a couple of seconds, Roman blearily sat up, eyes still heavy with sleep. "Huh?"Roman asked while rubbing his eyes.

"Virgin snuck into the woods!" Remus cackled, "We should follow him. He might be setting up a place to confess his love for one of us~."

Roman, now much more awake, nodded his head vigorously. "Your right! Also, we can prove ourselves by protecting him from some unknown danger!"

The twins quickly threw on jackets and found their flashlights. Then they were out the door, their investigation afoot.

As they followed Virgil, Roman and Remus saw fairy lights begin to light up the path. Soon they stumble upon a clearing in the woods. A singular large oak tree sat in the center.

At the base of the tree stood Janus, a bouquet of yellow roses in his arms. Roman gasped in surprise, but the sound was cut off by Remus shoving his dirt covered hand over Roman's mouth.

Remus put a finger over his lips, signaling for his twin to be silent. The twins crouched behind some bushes to watch whatever was going on. They saw Virgil approaching Janus, wringing his hands together as he walked. When stopped in front of Janus, Virgil began rocking back and forth on his feet, saying nothing.

Clearly, Roman and Remus thought, Virgil was in distress. Why else would he feel so nervous? Nodding to each other, they were in silent agreement to intervene. Stealthily.

Roman moved to leave the bush, but his jacket got caught on a thorn. While trying to free his jacket, Roman yelped in pain as he accidentally stabbed himself.

"What was that?" Virgil asked, his eyes wild as he glanced around.

"I'll go check. It was probably just a bunny," Janus reassured, handing Virgil the bouquet and kissing him on the cheek. Remus was desperately telling Roman to get down so that he wouldn't be spotted, so neither saw the exchange. When Remus glanced up, he saw Janus start to come nearer in investigation of the noise,

Virgil's voice drifted over to the twins hiding spot as he trailed several paces behind Janus, "What if its a rabid animal?"

Roman was still fighting the bush to free his jacket, so Remus tackled Roman down, causing them to both get more entangled in the thorn bush. Of course, they immediately began squabbling—alerting Janus and Virgil to their exact location.

Janus and Virgil paused, shock on their faces as they listened to the bickering.

"Is that…?" Virgil questioned, an eyebrow raised. Janus and Virgil walked over to the twins' hiding spot so that they could peer down at the entangled mass of limbs and thorny brambles.

"…What a pleasant surprise to see you out here," Roman said with faux surprise in a pathetic attempt to save some of his dignity. The twins were both squirming under Janus inquisitive gaze, and Virgil burst into amused laughter from seeing both of the twins' guilty faces.

"What are you two doing out here?" Janus demanded, his face neutral.

Roman had the sense to look sheepish. "We saw our worrywart go into the woods so we followed him just in case there was any danger."

"Besides," Remus chimed in, "Its clear that storm cloud over here has been keeping a secret about who it is he loves so I wanted to see if I could find any clues!"

Virgil was bewildered. This was not how his night was supposed to go, "How did you—but—Fine! You found me out. I… I have a boyfriend."

"Since when?" Roman and Remus asked in unison, absolutely flabbergasted that they didn't know. They each turned to look at their twin with suspicion, as if their other half was Virgil's secret boyfriend.

Virgil groaned in frustration. and the two twins snapped their gaze to him once again. Virgil felt the twins' eyes boring into him, and he began to feel embarrassed by his confession. Virgil hid his flushed face in Janus' chest, and Janus wrapped a protective arm over Virgil's shoulders.

Remus' brain blue screened.

The most Virgil likes being touched was while he wrestled Remus away from eating something inedible or taking the TV remote from Roman so that he wouldn't play yet another Disney movie. Virgil definitely didn't melt into people's arms, let alone Janus'. Besides, Remus remembered many times when Janus vented his petty complaints about Virgil to Remus.

It was not a pairing Remus would have ever guessed.

Roman was also seemingly unable to process this new information. "Wait. Who is it that you love?" Roman asked again, disbelief clear in his voice.

Virgil extracted himself from Janus arms just enough to turn to face the twins. His voice monotone, Virgil explained, "Roman, Remus. This is Janus. My boyfriend."

Roman and Remus jaws dropped simultaneously, and they looked more like twins then usual in their mutual shock. Virgil genuinely laughed at their expression.

Janus raised one eyebrow, "Sooo, do you want some help there?"

Roman tried to stand up on his own, but his struggling only got him more scratched. He went limp laid his head back in defeat.

…………

After both twins were untangled from the bush, the four friends decided to walk home together. Roman and Remus were both actively bleeding from several cuts and needed to get patched up. As they started on the trail back home, Roman mumbled, "At least we don't have to buy so many flowers anymore."

"Huh?" Virgil turned to him in confusion.

Remus sighed in a tired agreement, "Yeah, it was a hassle to keep breaking in to your house to keep mine fresher than Roman's for longer."

"You little cheater-" Roman growled in indignation.

Remus didn't pause his talking, "At least it makes more sense now why Janus knew how to break into your house."

"Janus taught you how to break into my house?" Virgil squeaked before looking accusingly at his boyfriend.

Janus shrugged nonchalantly. "It was better than him doing it unsupervised. Besides, it was hilarious to watch their flower competition get more extravagant as they fought for your affections without you ever acknowledging their efforts."

"I knew that flowers weren't normally a friendship thing," Virgil muttered angrily.

[i-mybrunettelady]

hail, mighty hero

zaeim and nyra share a moment in kourna. set during long live the lich (lws4). mind the spoilers. 2k words. mature.

Allied Encampment is bustling with life. But it’s not the kind of life that would indicate happiness; in Zaeim’s head, that kind of life is almost a fragment of his imagination. It certainly is for the poor souls of Istan, or even Vabbi. Here in Kourna and the real world, it’s a life of anxiety, a life of uncertainty, of vague hope. People are carrying their restlessness with them and looking up at the leaders of this makeshift resistance group to make sense of it. 

Zaeim feels that burden intensely. He guides his Sunspears, makes plans, tries his hardest to not break nor bend under pressure. Every time he sees a wounded or dying Elonian, he sends a prayer to Kormir and it weighs his heart down even further. Every time there’s an accident, or a failed scouting mission, Zaeim wonders if they’re all going to die and Joko will remain the tyrant of Elona forever. 

So when he feels this way, he turns to Nyra. She stands tall, proud, indomitable and entirely mad. Her eyes shine with something wild and barely restrained, like fate itself had carved a chasm in her soul so now she’s trying to rebuild it back with parts of the real world. She attracts attention wherever she goes and people flock to her like moths to flame. From a distance, she looks radiant. Up close, Zaeim wonders when she’s going to burn out entirely. 

She can’t seem to fight off a sunburn from days in the sands and amongst the army. Her hair, short, messy and in constant disarray, has lightened to a near blonde, a contrast to the areas of her face that caught the beginnings of a tan. She has growing dark circles under her eyes and ever-present dirt beneath her nails, be it blood or tar or whatever else. Comfortable tunics she wears are more filled with creases and dust by the day, patched where they’d gotten nicked in the fights with Awakened. She hardly looks like their leader, Zaeim thinks, as worn out and bitter and restless as everyone else. 

He knows deep down, however, that it is her light this whole thing is centered around. And so, he can’t look away. Especially not when they’re discussing tactics, when she’s explaining things in that strangely accented Elonian of hers, or when she settles on a decision and cuts a clear line in the sand. I have listened to your suggestions. From this point on, you are with me or against me. 

Hardly anyone dares oppose her.

And thus Zaeim finds himself drawn to the moments where he’s with her. He likes the reassurance in her eyes. He likes the subtle nature of her smiles. “I’ve never been very expressive, in terms of.. Face,” she said one night, reclining against a wall. Zaeim raised his gaze to her face. “Do you mind that?”

“Some people are simply not,” he replied, with more eagerness than he’d intended. “I don’t doubt that you’re genuine about this and about Elona. Kormir knows you want Joko dead as much as anyone else here.” 

“There can only be one biggest dick in this desert, yeah?” she huffed and blew a curl of hair away from her nose. “For fuck’s sake, I need my hair to grow faster.” 

Zaeim smiled. “That growth spurt went elsewhere with you, it would seem.” 

Nyra laughed. It was a solid, deep sound, echoing in the small cottage they’d claimed as their base of command. “I’d say Joko stole it and I wanna get it back.” 

“Or Sayida.” 

“Sayida is wiser than Joko.” 

Zaeim shook his head. “Debatable, but I will not argue with you.” 

“That’s smart,” Nyra said, in a gravelly tone. If he hadn’t known better, he would’ve suspected a threat. “You are wise too.” 

Zaeim doesn’t consider himself wise. He doesn’t think Nyra herself is wise, either. All he knows is that between them, and supposedly Sayida, and the Olmakhan and the Primeval ghosts, they can take down Joko and see a free Elona. 

Sometimes, that is enough. 

Other times, though, he wants to see Nyra the woman, Nyra the person behind the legend. Then he watches her movements, and notices, rather quickly, that her right shoulder is almost always stiff by the end of the day. She’s careful to not move her right hand much unless she has to, and the occasional stretch she does brings about a pained expression. She doesn’t bring it up, however. 

He understands. He has old wounds too. But in the grand scheme of Alysannyra Ainsaph, that one thing feels like a game changer. She goes from a symbol to a person, and from person to a symbol in a way Zaeim is familiar with, as the Spearmarshal. It makes him want to hold her close, feel the heat of her skin and the roughness of her sunburnt cheeks, in a union that so few people can actually understand. 

She comes to him in a dream, once, and there, she kisses him. And maybe Joko kills them all without Zaeim ever having tried to recreate that dream in real life. Zaeim hopes he musters up the courage to try. 

Opportunity presents itself rather unexpectedly. There is an Awakened Inquest incursion that Nyra herself chooses to annihilate, and that has her painfully rolling her shoulder to try and relieve the ache of it all day. In a break between planning, when the maps are in the safety of Canach’s hands for the moment, Zaeim takes a chance to lean in and whisper in Nyra’s ear, “Does your shoulder hurt?” 

Nyra almost hits his head as she raises hers. “What?” 

Zaeim blinks and steps away. “I noticed your shoulder is stiff and I wanted to offer relief. There is something that us Sunspears use and that I have a little bit of in my pack for old injuries.” 

“Relief, Spearmarshal?” Canach snickers, still looking at the maps. “I do think our dear Commander would love some relief! She’s had so much on her shoulders for this little war of yours–” 

“That’s what you take from this,” Nyra drawls, unimpressed. “Anyone you wanna fuck, Canach?” Zaeim blushes. 

“My hand suffices, Commander.” 

“Good. Stay out of the poor Spearmarshal’s business then. Maybe his hand doesn’t suffice.” 

Miraculously, Canach backs down. He offers Nyra a smile and returns the maps in her hands. “I will ponder on the tactics, Nyra,” he says quietly. “I will also see if Gorrik has any advice on the matter.” 

“Gorrik?” Nyra raises an eyebrow. She huffs out a breath and leans in. “Lie better next time, you asshat.” 

Canach grins. “He knows more than you think he does, Nyra.” 

“Oh.” 

“Oh, indeed.” 

“Get lost, though,” she jerks her head towards the door. “Think about tactics elsewhere.” 

Canach salutes her and heads to the door. He makes sure to close them as loudly as he possibly can without breaking the damn thing. Zaeim watches him go and crosses his arms over his chest. His face feels hot still and he digs his nails into the exposed skin of his upper arms. Yes, Kormir curse him, he does want to sleep with Nyra, and is that a crime? Is it a bad thing if a man wants to sleep with a woman? 

“Zaeim,” Nyra says, “if you frown any harder, you’ll get a permanent wrinkle.” 

“Wrinkles are the least of my concerns,” Zaeim grumbles and looks away. He then clears his throat. “I hope you’re not offended that I–” 

“That you find me attractive?” Nyra taps a nail against the table. The wide stance she’d assumed earlier when talking to Canach now becomes a long, lean form. The wood creaks under her weight when she leans against the table. “No.” 

“But?” Zaeim looks back at her again. She’s rubbing her clothed arms. She’s the only fully clothed and covered person in this entire camp, barring Gorrik and Taimi. She has bandages up to her knuckles. “Are you hurt?”

“Zaeim, I’m more scar tissue than skin behind this patched up tunic,” she says after a while and laughs awkwardly. Zaeim stares. It somehow never crossed his mind that she too might have insecurities. His head has a hard time wrapping itself around that notion, that the Godkiller and Dragonslayer is insecure about her scars of all things. 

“That is hardly a concern to me, if it is any consolation,” he offers softly. “There are a lot of scarred Sunspears.” 

She looks him up and down. Her eyes linger on his arms and legs and on the peek of his chest, before she looks him directly in the eye. Zaeim squirms under inspection. He knows he looks older than he is; life of a Sunspear is hardly easy, and beauty is the first thing to go when you choose to defy Joko. In the grand scheme of things, it’s least relevant. But right now Zaeim wishes very hard that he’d been born a noble, a prince of Vabbi or Istan, someone she would find easy to look at. 

“For what’s worth, I think you’re attractive too,” she says and Zaeim’s head shoots up. She sounds a little sad. 

Zaeim breathes out. “I still have my ointment, if you’d like it.” 

She considers for a moment, and as if to prove a point, goes to roll her shoulder. She stops halfway. “Yes,” she says. She rises from the table that creaks thankfully, and carefully pulls some of her tunic down to reveal her right shoulder. Zaeim sees the tail ends of angry, dark pink burns, but when she catches it, she raises the sleeve so they’re covered again. 

He doesn’t ask. Instead, he points towards a little stool near him. She walks over, playing with the material of her sleeve, and turns her back to him as she sits. His breath catches in his throat. The scar there is gnarly, deep, like something had tried to tear her spine off. It sits in an uneven line at a weird angle too. 

“It would’ve been worse without surgery,” she says, distantly. 

“Is there a way to–”

“No.” The finality of her response makes him close his mouth and dig through his pack. He unscrews the little clay pot and a familiar, slightly pungent scent spreads across the room. Zaeim says nothing as he softly rubs the cream into the knotted flesh. The only sounds in the room are the scoops his fingers make and their breathing, rugged and tense. 

She has tan lines, he notices. Her skin is hot where he touches it. Every so often she turns her head to look at him, and her eyes seem so impossibly big and insistent, conflicted in a way he can’t possibly decode. The sunburn makes their purple hue stand out even more. Zaeim’s hands itch to touch and caress more of her. He imagines his lips on her exposed neck, his hands in her hair. This close, she’s less of a symbol and more of a living, breathing person, with dark circles and a haunted stare and greasy hair, and he cannot get enough of it. 

“Kiss me,” she says. Her voice is rough and rich and breathy. It echoes in Zaeim’s ears like a drum. 

“Gladly,” Zaeim mutters and closes the clay pot. He could die tomorrow; it would’ve been a damn shame if he didn’t leap at an opportunity to kiss her. The pot clinks as he returns it carelessly to his pack and washes his hands free of the ointment. Nyra watches him with a strange expression. 

“What?” Zaeim asks and his heart wants to beat out of his chest. He feels its thunder in his throat. 

“You remind me of someone,” she says softly. “It’s– it was a man as dedicated to his dream and his duties as you are.” The way she implies the man is dead makes it seem targeted, almost a reproach. She’d mentioned a lover before, back in Tyria, but that he is dead. Zaeim has no idea who this man is and senses the topic is too raw to discuss further, but he wonders.

Self reproach is the only thing worse than regret. 

Zaeim crouches before her. This close, she smells like the cream he’d put on her and sweat. “Do you want me to kiss you? Truly?” 

Her eyes blaze. “Enough consideration,” she bites out, “I’m not fragile, for fuck’s sake!” And she pulls him to her and crashes her lips to his, digs her hands in his locs. Zaeim moans under the attention, and he would’ve felt bad about it if it wasn’t swallowed by the domineering force of her lips on his, even if closed. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands. 

After a moment, she takes her head back a little, as if snapped out of a daze. “You probably wanted something sweeter,” she says quietly. “This was anything but.” 

“I will not lie,” he replies, “my usual idea of a first kiss is something that isn’t a metaphorical devouring.” 

Nyra blinks. “We can kiss slowly, if you’d like,” she says and plays with his locs. And then adds, with a grief so big it could swallow the world, “It’s been a long while since I had one of those. Probably don’t deserve them either. But..” 

Zaeim stands up. “This chair is a little uncomfortable,” he says. Nyra follows suit, close enough so he can feel the heat of her body. “I am certain there are more comfortable places in this house for people to kiss.” 

“Walls have hardly ever failed,” she suggests. Finding a little nook that’s big enough for both of them is a challenge, but when they finally do, and when he kisses her again, with his hands on her ass, the world falls away. 

Kormir knows they both need this. Kormir knows they both need a lot of things. And thankfully, Kormir, bless Her, provides. 

[yuriverses]

i finally finished the list of music mentioned in the mighty boosh (+ a very brief radio show cameo) :) i'm gonna put it under the cut but i also turned it into a list on rateyourmusic, this version is in alphabetical but the rym list is done chronologically by their first mention.

10cc - dreadlock holiday

1x1, killeroo // bob fossil dances to it

abba

1x7, electro // “two of them, two of us. it'll be like the indie abba”

adam ant

1x4, tundra // “you dressed up the lion as adam ant” “it wasn't me. he did that himself.”

alice cooper

1x6, charlie // charlie goes to an alice cooper concert

allan holdsworth

1x5, jungle

bee gees

2x5, the legend of old gregg // old gregg's story

bonnie tyler - total eclipse of the heart

1x4, tundra // dixon bainbridge doesn't like to end on a down note

bootsy collins

2x5, the legend of old gregg // old gregg's story

bryan ferry

1x8, hitcher // raised vince when he was in the jungle

charles mingus

3x4, the strange tale of the crack fox

charles & eddie - would i lie to you

3x5, party // saboo's dj idea for howard's birthday party

charlie parker

1x7, electro

fleetwood mac

1x4, tundra // “i'm listening to fleetwood mac” “ah, rumours?” “tusk.”

3x5, party // tony harrison's dj idea for howard's birthday party is tusk

gary numan

radio, the hitcher

1x3, bollo // vince has cars as his ringtone

1x4, tundra // “do you really think that the animals are interested in gary numan?” “i don't talk to them about gary numan” “you're always going on about gary numan to ‘em” / vince's ringtone / gary numan helps them get to the arctic while cars plays / vince's ringtone Again, obscuring the last words of biggie shackleton / vince tries to talk to the polar bear about him

1x8, the hitcher // “this is the best of the 60s. and this is the best of the 70s. and this is gary numan.” / cars calms ivan down and howard nearly crashes while dancing to it

3x3, the power of the crimp // howard seems to have kidnapped him and shut him in a cupboard in case vince ever needs cheering up

george clinton

2x5, the legend of old gregg // old gregg's story

hall & oates - i can't go for that

3x3, the power of the crimp // bob fossil dances to it

iggy pop

3x2, journey to the centre of the punk // “iggy's working in tesco metro” makes vince cry

jimmy hendrix

1x7, electro // “i play just like hendrix”

joan jett

3x4, the strange tale of the crack fox // vince's joan jett jumpsuit

john coltrane

1x3, bollo // howard wants blue train to be played at his funeral, but vince can't find it and plays the thomas the tank engine theme instead

3x4, the strange tale of the crack fox

johnny thunders

2x1, call of the yeti // “think of johnny thunders, mick, and keith.”

kings of leon - aha shake heartbreak

2x6, the nightmare of milky joe // all vince has on the island is a kings of leon cd

kiss

series 1 // vince has a kiss patch on his jacket's right shoulder

klaxons

3x1, eels // vince's celebradar

level 42

3x6, the chokes // bollo plays one of their songs

mark knopfler

2x2, the priest and the beast // naboo has howard and vince drink “the tears of mozart mixed with the urine of mark knopfler” (lucozade)

miles davis

1x7, electro

mozart

2x2, the priest and the beast // naboo has howard and vince drink “the tears of mozart mixed with the urine of mark knopfler” (lucozade)

ramones

3x2, journey to the centre of the punk

rick wakeman

2x5, the legend of old gregg // old gregg's story

robert smith / the cure

2x3, nanageddon // goth juice is made from robert smith's tears / the moon sings lovecats

robots in disguise

1x7, electro / 2x3, nanageddon / 3x1, eels // technically an honorable mention, their band is never mentioned but they play multiple characters

rolling stones / mick jagger

 1x1, killeroo

1x5, jungle // “can anyone really be a hero anymore in the modern world?” “mick jagger”

1x6, charlie // “swear on jagger” + satisfaction by the rolling stones plays

2x1, call of the yeti // “think of johnny thunders, mick, and keith.”

3x2, journey to the centre of the punk // “mick jagger's got a bald patch. he's put on a stone and he has to wear chucks” makes vince cry

santana

1x1, killeroo // “these are the original tracksuits carlos santana wore when he was training for woodstock” / “come on, carlos”

sid vicious

3x2, journey to the centre of the punk // “this is the original pin sid vicious wore through his nose”

simon & garfunkel - scarborough fair

1x7, electro

steve davis

1x7, electro

2x6, the nightmare of milky joe // “all the greats play pie-face”

the horrors

3x1, eels // vince's demonstration for the celebradar

the human league - don't you want me

1x7, electro // what vince started his day with

the stooges

3x2, journey to the centre of the punk

weather report

2x3, nanageddon // howard slips weather report in while djing. “blows their minds”

3x2, journey to the centre of the punk // “remember when [vince] listened to weather report and his neck went big?”

3x5, party

whitesnake

2x6, the nightmare of milky joe // “all the greats play pie-face”

yello - oh yeah

1x1, killeroo // howard does the “chickachicka” noise (twice)

[cilil]

AN: Another one for @angbangweek!

⚡︎ Prompt(s): Shapeshifting & mountains ⚡︎ Synopsis: Melkor and Mairon play an elaborate game of chase in the depths of Utumno ⚡︎ Warnings: Dragon daddy Melkor ⚡︎ Short oneshot (~600 words) | AO3

The halls and caverns under the mountain were vast, greater than even the halls of Aulë, a kingdom of stone and shadow in the bosom of Arda.

And there was a monster lurking in its depths. 

Mairon's breath came in small puffs of frosty white, visible in the cold air that surrounded him like a foreign force reaching and grasping for his warmth. He could sense that he had been spotted; the creature from below was on its way. 

Attempting to avoid capture, he ran. The patter of his feet echoed through the grand subterranean halls, almost unnaturally loud. His fiery locks bounced and billowed behind him like a flickering flame. From far away, yet drawing ever closer, Mairon heard claws on stone, rustling wings, the low growl of a mighty being pursuing its prey. 

He ran faster. His hunter followed. He was swift, yet no matter where he went, the sounds came closer. 

There was no escape either. Even his sharp senses found neither wind nor daylight within this icy labyrinth. 

Alongside the creature, Mairon heard his own heartbeat. It was fast now, erratic; it alone would betray his presence. Louder still were his breath and his feet, aching from sharp rocks and difficult terrain. 

At last he made it to a particularly great and spacious hall, reminiscent of a throne room. Before Mairon could even make sense of his surroundings, something large, winged and scaly rushed in, its mere presence so mighty that he was knocked to the ground and unable to continue fleeing. 

A clawed paw settled on his chest. It alone was big enough to almost cover him entirely. 

He was caught. 

His hunter was what would in later ages be known as a dragon, a huge reptilian creature with horns and wings and shimmering black scales. Gleefully, it lowered its snout to sniff him, then opened its fanged mouth to reveal a long, pink forked tongue and began licking him. 

"I caught you."

"You did," Mairon conceded and fell limp in its grasp. "I have been caught by the mighty Father of Dragons and King of Arda." 

He was almost disappointed when his words prompted his hunter to shift forms, the dragon shrinking until the tall, humanoid form of a great and terrible lord stood before him. The horns and wings remained, as well as a few patches of scales adorning grey skin, and Melkor looked down at him with bright purple eyes. 

He licked his lips. "Indeed. And now you are mine." 

Crouching swiftly to seize Mairon once more, he picked him up and held him like a groom would carry his bride. His tongue, still unnaturally long and forked, darted out to lick wet stripes across his face and neck. 

"Whatever shall be done to me now, lord?" Mairon asked, batting his eyelashes in faux deference. 

"I shall take you to my lair," Melkor purred, "and then you shall be part of my hoard, my prettiest and most precious gem, made from the Flame Imperishable itself..." 

"Ah! Such a terrible fate!" Mairon exclaimed theatrically. "Will perhaps a hero from the West come and save me, lest I be taken by the Dark One?"

"Nay," Melkor laughed, and his dragon tail swished back and forth gleefully. "There is none who could save you from me. You must yield to me, precious little flame, and be claimed as mine." 

Mairon pretended to swoon as he was carried down into the depths under the mountains by his supposed captor, an entirely too excited monstrous Vala. But the truth was that he was thrilled as well, impatient to see how their little game would continue — and which sinful, illicit acts would be performed upon him. 

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[mightyray]

Mighty and Ray headcanons 2

Ray likes hugs and makes a squeaky toy sound when picked up.

Ray loves wrestling and enjoys pointing stuff out. Watching him get mad at bad booking tends to get a chuckle out of people because it's the most passionate Ray gets about something he likes.

Ray is a terrible cook and once cooked Mighty 'Mushroom Soup' that soup consisted of boiled mushrooms in floating in water. Said mushrooms were from the 'Lemon Sundrop Dandelion' patch in Mushroom Hill Zone. Mighty had to gently let Ray down.

Ray can swim like a sting ray. Ray actually met Ray the Manta Ray from the Archie Comics once, and the two managed to get themselves confused thanks to sharing the same name.

Mighty is a qualified travel guide and massage therapist, the latter took him months of practice as Ray was the only one who would volunteer.

Mighty has a secret weapon called the 'smoulder' in which he'll flash a very beautiful smile that charms just about anyone. Due to how strong the armadillo's charm is and how people can fall under it, he only uses it to break up fights.

Mighty is incredible at making friends and breaking the ice, so much so that the only person that could rival him is Amy. Of course, Mighty and Amy are besties.

Mighty and Fang were on good terms until Fang did something so heinous that Mighty nearly killed the jerboa over it. This made Mighty feel terrible and pushed him to reign in his temper and on the path to pacifism. Fang to this day refuses to talk about the incident, saying it was "a bad mistake on my part" a rare admittance of fault on his part.

Mighty has a LOT of friends. Ray on the other hand has very few, not including Mighty. Ironically, the friends that Ray does have are the ones you would least expect.

Mighty loves watching movies from different countries, which has rubbed off on Ray. Ray has been rumoured to watch David Lynch movies behind Mighty's back, knowing he's too young for his work.

Mighty's favourite DC hero is Superman due to his kindness and self-control. Ray's favourite DC hero is Metamorpho as he could relate to feeling like a freak.