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bevercges · 3 years

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🐭 • Okay so it’s Munday, I’m two days away from my last final (which means that I gotta prepare myself for it), and I have some stuff to do that will prevent me from sitting down and focusing on replies today so: how about I talk about my muses and why did I pick them? Yes, nobody asked, but I don’t care.

So I’m a very, very picky person. There are more chances for me to dislike or to be neutral towards something than to like something. But when I like something I tend to be pretty loyal to it, and it never leaves my side; hence this small multimuse with characters that I have been writing for years now (some of them at least). Yeah, this is just me rambling, so I’ll just go from muse to muse and close it off with a neat little bow.

Okay so, probably for the surprise of nobody, Pip is my most long-lasting muse ever! I’ve been writing him since 2013 and that’s because he has been my favorite character since Day 1.

I like underdog characters and he was the earliest underdog in the series (in my opinion, that is). He was also very different from other characters at the time (before fucking Butters came around), so it was easy to sympathize with him or to dislike him just like the cast did. For me it was the former, I found his misfortune both sad and amusing and I couldn’t help but liking him (was it out of pity tho’? Not sure, it’s been years). I also like gentleman characters a lot (especially the bowties and the suits, I like some well-dressed fellas in my life), so even if his color palette is outrageous (because it is, red, blue and purple shouldn’t be together like that) he looks pretty charming to me!

There is also the fact that, to continue with the unpopular opinions, I enjoy the first four seasons of the show quite a bit, and for me Pip pretty much symbolizes that era since that was when he was a secondary character the most often. Before he died, you know. For me, there is a sense of nostalgia to be had when it comes to Pip in general; he’s an older character, from the oldest seasons, my oldest muse and, well, just OLD in general, he comes from a book from the Victorian period after all.

Speaking of which, as cheesy and extra as this may sound, Pip got me interested in literature. My degree involves a lot of reading and writing about old English and American literature; and I don’t think I would have ever made this career choice had it not been for becoming interested in Great Expectations after I came across the episode and watched it. God, I love that fucking episode even tho’ most people hate it LOL.

Idk, I suppose the reason I still write him is because the show did not give him enough spotlight and I’m willing to take care of that myself. Though, I may admit, sometimes he’s too much for me, but I guess it’s because he’s more on demand than my other muses. He’s just that likable!

With Scott my history doesn’t go as far back, though. Sure, he was there since season 12, but most people probably started showing interested for him in 2017, when Fractured But Whole was released, and that was my case too. Scott couldn’t have had a more solid main character role had it not been for Captain Diabetes; he’s charismatic, excited to participate into the game and he’s a great teammate! He drags you in with his character alone and, taking into account that this was his first main role, he was sort of an underdog as well. Yeah, I guess that’s a running theme with me.

A lot of my characterization and love for him came from FBW and I will be the first one to admit it. Scott has a very strong personality and it shows; I usually write characters that are, for a better word, “softer”, but I honestly liked how he is usually very cool and chill, not losing it whenever Cartman picks on him like Kyle could, but can still stand up for himself and show that he has a backbone, so he became a staple for my private RPing on Discord to the point of becoming one of my favorite muses in general. Though, another reason for him to become one of my main muses was his dynamics with other characters from the show. He’s so easy to write and to have click with other characters it was a breathe of fresh air for me!

Personally, I don’t see Scott as a replacement for Pip or Butters, but he’s still a black sheep character like them. He’s just having an easier time breaking out of that mold, I think? Probably not even on purpose, though, since another thing I like about him is how he seems to be a bit scatterbrained but also really genuine. Idk, I find how simple-minded he is to be adorable... actually, Scott is just adorable. His character design stands out in comparison to other background/secondary characters’? From his hair to his ears, he’s got a lot of uniqueness going on!

I just wish they would give him the spotlight more, I guess, so this is another character I write for that reason. Though, I also started writing Scott because of the pre-established relationships I have with him (at least in private), and I hope I get to have him make more friends for as long as I remain active on this blog.

So as I said before, I first liked Bradley in an ironic manner, then it actually become a genuine feeling and now, pretty sure, he’s ascended beyond being just a favorite character of mine. Idk man, he’s funny. Mintberry Crunch is a hilarious concept and I love it, I have said that in the past, and I suppose this was one of those cases in which you just wanted to insist you were into something ironically and then it went too far.

Anyways, what haven’t I say about Bradley yet? I enjoy how much of a Dennis the Menace kind of unapollogetic twerp he is, his sibling rivalry with Henrietta is one of my favorite things about his character. Sure, it’s an annoying archetype, but it was one of the reasons I had to use MBC in FBW outside of his powers, because of his dynamic with his adoptive sister. It makes me wonder what could have been his dynamic with the other goth kids since it’s canon that he steals stuff related to the occult from them..

I will admit that the reason I like him is because I think he’s a funny character. Bro, he’s hilarious, his entire superhero persona is a cereal mascot that keeps throwing lines akin to a cereal commercial, gotta love the surreality of it. Hell, he’s so surreal, so disconnected from the other kids’ superhero personas, that he was totally the underdog during the Coon & Friends trilogy. Everything was revolving around the Coon and Mysterion? Bam, not anymore, suddenly MBC, the character nobody expected anything from, the most useless concept out of the bunch, is the one who unironically has a backstory and superpowers to boot. Hell, he’s also the best (if not broken) support character in FBW? What is there not to ironically love about the cereal alien child?

Of course, I love the possibilities he brings to the table when it comes to RPing. He’s an alien so he can be in any setting in the galaxy! He can interact with other species and it won’t be weird for him because, hello? He’s an alien himself! Tho’ I also really like to think that he’s a “how do you do fellow humans” kind of alien these days so that’s extra points in the funny department. His personality, overall, makes interacting with him a very entertaining experience to watch.

I haven’t been writing him for long, though, only since around 2018? Yeah, he’s my newest muse, the characters I have been writing for the least time in this blog- but GOD I would defend him with my life. I just think he’s neat! And that’s basically it.

🐭 • So, in conclusion? I like my underdogs a lot. Some of my muses are more popular and loved than others, sure, but I’m attracted to underrated characters, which is something all of my three boys have in common.

Also, before anybody asks: yeah, I only write male characters, so what? I don’t really enjoy most female characters in the show and those I DO like I just don’t think I would ever be able to make em justice. There are people out there that would do a way better job at writing Henrietta or Estella than I ever could, and I shall wait until the day comes in which I get to write with em. ♥

This is basically it, I’m going to go chillax now LOL.

#📁 • OOC.#cw long post #(Just talking about the main three for today; I'm tired.)#(Lately I've been here and there in terms of mood and motivation to work.)#(So this may be quite disorganized and stuff; bear with me.)

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hiraethwyl · 5 years

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Lyrin’a Muinvel

LFRP – Lyrin’a Muinvel - Balmung

The Basics ––– –

Age: 33

Birthday: 1st sun of the 2nd umbral moon

Race: Miqo’te, Keeper of the Moon

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Demisexual, homoromantic

Physical Appearance ––––

Hair: White with flecks of black, in a choppy kind of cut that falls in his face far more often than he would like. His ears and tail (which is fluffy because of course it is) are white with mingling grey.

Eyes: pale grey

Height: 5'4”

Build: slender, slight

Distinguishing Marks: None

Common Accessories: A satchel resting across his chest and at his side, usually containing various plants, medical supplies, salves, etc, as well as a journal and other odds and ends. Almost always wearing some kind of cloak or outer robe with a hood. A stave. He wears a brace on his left leg though it is hidden in his boot and most people never know about it.

Personal-----

Profession: Conjurer. Most often affiliated with the Conjurers in Gridania, who he assists within the Twelveswood. He’s taken to a bit of wandering in the last few years, visiting the other citystates.

Skills: Conjury. He is also a Hearer, though he doesn’t often admit as much. A fairly decent healer using mundane techniques as well and, retaining some of his Keeper heritage, a surprisingly good tracker.

Languages: Eorzean Common, bits and pieces of whatever Sylphs speak.

Residence: He calls Gridania home, though he doesnt have a permanent residence

Birthplace: The Twelveswood

Religion: Lyrin’a is undecided in how he feels about the twelve. He does give respect to Menphina as any good Keeper should though.

Patron Deity: Menphina, the lover

Fears: Fire, helplessness, and to a lesser extent dragons

Personality: Lyrin’a comes across as very pensive and even a little melancholy. That said he tries very hard to be a comforting presence to those around him. He doesn’t often have much to say, but if one got to know him they might find that the quiet Keeper could be rather chatty. He can seem a bit lost in the moment, like he’s listening to something others around him can’t quite hear. He has a great love for his forest home but he’s drawn to the other beautiful places in Eorzea as well- the oceans and mountains, snow blown valleys and humid tropical reaches. The miqot’e has an inquisitive nature and it isn’t beyond him to straw from beaten paths if something looks intriguing off trail.

Relationships ––––

Children: None.

Parents: Mother; Lyrin Muinvell (deceased), Father; Viss’to Mosroca (alive, probably)

Siblings: Three sisters (deceased), one half sister (alive)

Other Relatives: Possibly

Pets: None

Traits ––––

* Bold/italisize your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––––

Smoking Habit: Never / Sometimes / Frequently / To Excess Drugs: Never / Sometimes / Frequently / To Excess Alcohol: Never / Sometimes / Frequently / To Excess

RP Hooks ––––

* Need a conjurer?: Cliche as it may be, needing a conjurer is probably the fastest way to get his attention. He takes his duty to the art seriously and genuinely wants to help people. Whether its to heal a minor wound or tend to a weird feeling in the twelveswood he’s unlikely to turn you down. ( He might not seem especially keen of people traipsing through the twelveswood but he also doesnt want anyone eaten by the greenwrath)

* He’s probably easy to pick on outside of Gridania: Lyrin’a isnt accustomed to life in large cities like Uldah or the customs of Ishgard. It’s likely he’s going to make some kind of mistake and out himself as an outsider. *Maybe they’ve met before: I’m perfectly happy figuring out a way they’ve met before and are already acquaintances. Maybe they are vague friends or colleagues, or maybe they’ve known each other for years for one reason or another. Skip the awkward get to know you phase and get right into the silly bickering.

--OOC Stuff--

What am I looking for? Anything. Friend, foe, rival, frenemy, possible love interest, possible hate interest, anything is game. Long term is loved but one offs are fine as well. I’m still a bit new to some of the FFXIV lore beyond ARR having just come back to the game so bear with me while I feel my way through things.

I am Eastern US, 21+ adult, open to most themes as far as rp goes but mostly here for some good writing and happy funtimes. I do have a discord, I do not have a carrd for this character yet but any info you may want that isnt on this post or in my tumblr feel free to reach out about Im happy to answer.

@mooglemeet

#lyrin'a #FFXIV #RP #lyrin'a muinvel

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smokin-gun · 4 years

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LFRP - Nyx Ashkala

The Basics ––

Age: 35

Birthday: 27th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon (5/27)

Race: Seeker of the Sun, Miqo’te

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Hererosexual

Marital Status: Single

Server: Mateus/Balmung, Crystal Data Center

Physical Appearance ––

Hair: Golden blonde with a long, loosely tied ponytail, right side is braided with a bit of a side shave/fade

Eyes: Amber

Height: 6”1’ (About 185 cm)

Build: Broad shouldered and overly tall for a Miqo’te. His upper body has a distinguished V-shape and his waist is rather trim. Powerful legs round out the well-trained look.

Distinguishing Marks: The first and most obvious marking on his body is a scar that runs down a good portion of his right eye. As for the rest of him, his entire body is almost covered in tattoos with a very unique design. Each one bears a similarity to patterns found on Garlean technology and some may even be of Allagan origin.

Common Accessories: You will never catch Nyx without cigarettes, a lighter, and some sort of firearm, usually his gunblade with the words “Saving Grace” etched on the side of it.

Personal –––

Profession: Originally, Nyx worked as a weaponsmith with his father when they relocated to Gridania, but it wasn’t long after he’d left his family for Ul’dah that he took on the very common job of mercenary. He still holds that title now, but his jobs are varied and not quite as traumatic.

Hobbies: Smoking, people watching, climbing the highest shit, and building firearms and adaptive armors.

Languages: Common Eorzean

Residence: Nomadic, but lives temporarily in an apartment above a bar in the Brume, Ishgard.

Birthplace: Southern Thanalan, Sagolii Desert

Religion: Atheist

Patron Deity: N/A

Fears: Dying before redeeming himself, getting innocent people killed, drowning in two inches of water.

Relationships –––

Significant Other: N/A

Parents: A’jakab Tia and A’shandra Ashkala

Siblings: A’ria Ashkala •

Other Relatives: Unknown at this time.

Pets: Lily, a small, Magitek bird with various uses.

Traits –––

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information –––

Smoking Habit: Nyx smokes like a chimney and is unashamed by it. In fact, he’s been known to light up near people and received many looks from it, unaware that he was even being rude.

Drugs: While he’s tried pretty much everything under the sun, he’s much more partial to keeping his wits about him and not relying on the crazy stuff to get his rocks off.

Alcohol: Having been a bartender for many seasons when he wasn’t working his actual jobs, Nyx has been known to imbibe on occasion. He could probably even be considered an alcoholic due to his reliance on the stuff when he’s in a shit mood. His favorites are rum, whiskey, and ale.

RP Hooks –––

Mercenary: At 35 seasons, Nyx has been a mercenary for quite a while... starting when he was just 19 seasons. His experience is rather varied and expansive, but most interesting is who he’s worked for in the past. Perhaps when offered the right information in return, he’d be willing to divulge more information.

Adaptive Armor: Nyx has recently begun a development on what he calls “adaptive armor”. So far he’s managed to create a weapon system that allows his gun to shift into not only a piece of armor, but other weapons as well. While not as strong as their original counterparts (yet), his designs allow for a great degree of mobility and versatility. Because of the nature of the weapons, he has a great deal of experience with Magitek armor and prosthetics, as well as creating weaponry for persons lacking the aether to power their own weapons of choice.

Tattoos: This Miqo’te is bone too shy about sharing his love of getting his body inked. Often going sleeveless with fitted tank tops, it would be easy to see them at basically any given time. If one is observant, they might recognize the importance of these tattoos and what their actual purpose is... and those geometric patterns might not just be for show... one could say they almost flicker with energy.

Garlean Influence: While usually reluctant to admit it on any level, there is something about Nyx’s behaviors and fighting style that are reminiscent of a certain Empire. With enough trust and prodding, it’s possible he might divulge these reasons to the right person.

Heavy Accent: If his mouth is open, this one is incredibly obvious. While many Miqo’te hailing from the desert have an accent of their own, Nyx’s own came from an amalgamation of voice heard while staying in Ul’dah. When angry or irritated, it grows thicker and sometimes unintelligible. (It’s Scottish. Think Gerard Butler!)

Contact Information & OOC –––

Discord: Wanderlust#6174

Ingame: Nyx Ashkala - Mateus

Twitter: OutOfManaStudio

IG: OutofMPFFXIV

I would love to meet all sorts of IC contacts for character development! I’m less of a small RP event type of person and more of a “Hey, let’s write together, ok?” kind. Darker/Mature themes are great, but I can also go for light-hearted things as well.

Making friends while RPing is a plus! So is meeting other artists!

Please be 18+ when approaching me for RP. While I have RPed around minors, I prefer to not have to censor myself or avoid darker themes. It’s just a topic I would rather not have to deal with.

RP is never strictly just in the game since I have many friends that can’t afford subs at times or simply work and cannot spare moments to log in and do so. However, I’d love to meet ingame a few times before immediately going to Discord. Game is always preferred but not necessary.

I ask that my real life gender and marital statues be respected, and for all people reaching out to never expect to gain any sort of romantic leverage over me IRL. I detest cheating and will drop anyone that attempts to use RP as a means to destroy IRL relationships.

IC will remain IC! I have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to people taking things personally from RP and bringing them into an OOC setting. If you find yourself confused about something, ask ask ask! I am more than happy to discuss RP and will always warn someone and talk about something if I feel it’s a theme/action that could come across badly.

That being said, I would really love to make friends and expand my RP circle. Also, if you’re an FFXIV artist, bonus points to you as well! I love meeting other artists.

@ffxiv-crystal-rp

Art by me and @cactusgarrus.

#nyx ashkala #ffxiv #mateus roleplayer #balmung #crystal data center #crystalrp #crystalrpffxiv #crystalffxiv #ffxiv roleplayer #mateus #miqote #miqo'te

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transboygenius · 5 years

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SE4SON: Chapter 10

Deep in the vicinity of space, in a planet far beyond astronomical reach, there dwells a man. A man who possesses the super strength of 10 Stomp Grompers, a sir that can leap higher than the average Boarbaw, a guy that is truly ultra in every way. The habitation in which he lives in is being undertaken by the wretched vilenesses that feed off of the planet's resources and tranquility. The only way to take back home is to fight for it! With these powers and highly advanced weaponry he is blessed with, he soars to still greater heights as he conquers the forces of evil, and protecting the helpless in need! No job is too tough to make our hero quit! He brings the chills, the spills, and the thrills! He is...

"...the one and only, and nobody else could never, Ultra-Lord! Da, da da da da, daaaa da, da da da-" "Sheen, what are you doin'?" "Oh, just reciting the narration to the Ultralord season 1 opening intro, Libster! I just couldn't help but get excited looking at that atmosphere out there. Doesn't it just pull you in?" "Yeah. Now that you've mentioned it, I guess it is kinda pretty. But we're not here to admire the galaxy, we're here for-" "It reminds me of the time I traveled to and landed on the planet Zeenu. I made a lot of friends there, and with a talking monkey too. Did I mentioned the citizens there also worshiped me?" "You never even traveled to a planet named Zeenu. Don't you remember? You hopped aboard on that rocket Jimmy tried to keep you out of, failed to pilot it, crashed landed, then fell into a coma for three months. Besides, the day you become royal advisor is the day dinosaurs are revived from extinction." "Huh. It seemed so real, though. Well, that explains it! I would never think about leaving you for some blue skinned gladiator girl who knows how to yodel better than anyone else I know! (Well... That depends...)"

Judy, Sheen, and Libby were cruising through outer space in an old worn out McSpanky's restaurant, courtesy to the three alien brothers; Zix, Travoltron, and Tee. Sheen brought his Ultralord mask for the occasion, and some of his figurines so that he could educate his new lizardy friends on the franchise. Libby immediately notified the concept to Mrs. Neutron after it hit her at The Ramen Bowl. Since none of them have any experience piloting Jimmy's rocket, Libby had Sheen contact his good ol' buddy, Tee. Hugh would've joined them, but Judy gave him a job, on Earth, planting those Missing posters all over Retroville. Carl refused to accompany them since he was busy with another magic show. Although, when he turned down their offer, he sounded like he had a little grief in his voice.

"It was nice of you gentlemen to give us a lift in your.... ...ship to help us find my son." Said Judy. "No problem, human mistress! Anything to fulfill a friend's request! Even though I take a dimview on the lad and would be much delighted to dismantle him instead, judging by our history." Replied Zix. "Pardon?" "I said, by using a sample of the hair strand you provided us with, we could be able to navigate his impulse connected to his DNA. See that beeping light on the panel, ma'am? The closer we reach him, the faster the light blinks, and then the frequency will increase in volume! That way, in case you're asleep or tuned out by headphones, you will be alarm!" "Oh, thank you, thank you! With your help, what do we have to loose?"

Judy was so eager in rescuing her son, she don't dare peeling her eyes away from that beeping light, despite the fact that Zix mentioned the sound would alarm her. Meanwhile, after getting Sheen off her back, Libby walked around the ship for a bit. McSpanky's may be in terrible shape, from both inside and out, but it still looked the same like how she remembered it. The Ramen Bowl is good and cheap, but she longed for some fast veggie burgers and fries. Thanks a lot, Neutron. While Libby continued to walk around the burnt out eatery, she met with something that made her wanna end her exploration. It was a human being, frozen in solid carbonite. They looked oddly familiar to her, and pretty much the nametag soon gave it away. Hello, My Name Is Skeet. Meanwhile, Sheen was bonding with Travoltron over his Ultralord action figures.

"I'm confused, human buddy. Is Alltralewd suppose to be a television show, or a profitable toyline?" "'Ultralord,' not 'Alltralewd.' Second, it originally began as a toyline from around the late 70s'! Commercial sales weren't doing too good, so a comic book was published in 1982 to help promote their toys, which is still running to this day! Unfortunately, kids were too lazy to read, so then they decided to air a TV show by the time the 90s' hit! I don't know why other so-called fans are sleeping on the comic series. There's a lot of juicy stuff in there that my father would never let me see! I'm talkin' TV-14, by the way." "Okay, got it. And this tiny character is suppose to be his son?" "That's Ultralord's faithful sidekick, ToyBoy! He's like a son to him, but Ultralord doesn't have any kids! At least not until the release of the 'Ultralord And Vespagirl: I Do' comic. Now, ToyBoy was this little orphan kid named Bradley Hasbro with a obsessive compulsion with computers, and because of that, nobody came for his adoption. Ultralord, however, saw the boy had potential in him, so he not only raised him but trained him into a skilled mecha warrior! Pretty soon, he learned there is more to life that's far important than the internet and digital gaming! Sadly, he got killed off in the twelfth episode of the fifth season, just for the sake... *Sniff, sob* the company wanted to make room for new toys." "I'm sorry to hear that, human buddy. You have my sympathy. May he rest in peace." "And Godspeed to his legacy or whoever still remembers him!"

The two then hugged it out. Tee began to notice, and mistook it as comfort for the loss of Jimmy. Tee walked over to Sheen.

"Awwwww, no need to get all emotional, little man! I'm sure he's out there somewhere!" "Yes; In a better place." "Now don't say that, Sheen! If you like, I'd be happy to take his place for you!" "Nobody could replace him. He was one in a million." "I think somebody needs a hug." "Wha--No, NOOO!"

Tee opened his arms wide, preparing to envelope his sad friend into a big hug. Getting a hug from Tee is like getting squeezed by a grizzly bear until your eyeballs pop out. Sheen declined his offer, but that didn't stop Tee in attempting to make his friend feel good. Sheen began to back away without looking where he was going. Because of being so careless, he crawled up on the control panel, and accidentally sat on a button. When Zix noticed, he threw Sheen off the panel.

"FOOL, DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE JUST DONE?!" "Not really."

The button had activated the ship's sublight thrusters, and then, with everyone inside, McSpanky's blasted into hyperspace.

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[*Hours earlier; Medieval times*]

After a big, hearty breakfast, it was time to get to work. Diana followed them behind. She was going to harvest some crops and then plant new ones. Just when Jimmy was about to touch the stuff in the wheelbarrow, Diana stopped him with a loud WAIT! She took the stuff back into the shed, organizing everything back to where it was neatly.

"I get fussy when things are disorganized." Said Diana. "Thanks, so can we have the stuff now?" Asked Jimmy. "The pleasure is yours." "And those wooden planks; Do you mind if we 'break' those? Our home depends on it." "Wellllllllll... Ah, why not? If it'll get you home, then do as you must. I could always just steal new ones! You're lucky this isn't King Jason's palace. If he finds one scratch or fingerprint on his merchandise, you'd get hanged. And by the way, are we still on that deal that you boys will visit us occasionally?" "Sure! We do owe you after all."

Diana dropped her gardening tools, then embraced both Jimmy and Nick into a big hug. Jimmy thought hugs from Tee were bad. Even while she was using little strength as possible, it still felt like she could break their bones in a matter of minutes. After releasing them, she went on with her gardening chore, while Jimmy and Nick took time to recover on the ground. After that, they got up and gathered whatever Jimmy insisted they needed. A few planks, a wagon wheel, a weather vane, twine, and some other stuff. Luckily, the shed was also equipped with some tools and a box of tacks. Though they don't require power to run, Jimmy can still makeshift with them. They used the wheelbarrow to carry the stuff to a clear area perfect enough to build their time machine. Nick suggested he should help.

"I've got this, Nick. Don't worry." "No, I insist! You look like you could use all the help you could get." "You don't have to, ya know. We're not handcuffed anymore." "But I want to. I really want to. We're friends, right? Friends help each other. Besides, there's nothing to do around here."

At that moment, Jimmy was speechless. Nobody has ever lend Jimmy a hand with constructing, and if he asks, they'll either say "no" or "nah." Whenever he pulls out a hammer or a power drill, his friends do nothing but sit and watch. Just because he can manage, doesn't mean it's easy. Some of the gear he uses are heavy and call for upper body strength. Doing it alone takes longer to finish. His friends probably feel it's too complex for their position, so he gives them easier jobs instead. That could be the reason why Jimmy is used to working on his own. He rarely relies on teamwork. The boy genius never asked for anyone's help, not even from Cindy. The explanation has nothing to do with pride. Perhaps a little. Not like they would've been interested, anyways.

He would've decline again, but Nick was actually the first to actually ask if he could assist Jimmy on an invention. Nick is doing so much for him, the boy genius has no clue why he deserves it. Nick apologized for his brass behavior. He opened up secrets to him. He shown concern for his future. He even cooked him a delicious breakfast. Now, he wishes he could volunteer because he wants to. All that, and never asked for anything in return. Nick is different from his other friends back home. VERY, very different. He is so ridiculously considerate, it set Jimmy's heart pounding, although he tried to pass it on as a sign of stress or confusion. Maybe Jimmy does need his help. Maybe Nick could make himself useful. After all, the time would be done faster if they worked together. Without speaking a word, he placed a mallet-like hammer in Nick's hand, then gave him a single nod, followed by a grin.

With Jimmy's directions, Nick was set in the right path. Thanks to Nick's strength, the job was more bearable to take. Jimmy arranged the measurements, and left the sawing to Nick. Both of them did the hammering. Nick carefully lined a tack at the bottom of a plank board. Watching his fingers, he pounded the tack in. ...and then the top of the plank hit him in the face.

Meanwhile, Diana was already at her gardening. She had just finished the harvesting, now is about time for the planting. Throwing aside the shovel, she punched holes in the dirt, leading the ground to shake slightly.

Back to the boys, Nick acted as Jimmy's human ladder so that he'd help his short friend work to heights far beyond his reach. On with the hammering again. Jimmy gave Nick the honor of hammering two planks together. Just like the accident from before, the plank hit Jimmy in the face. To make up for that mistake, Nick purposely hammered a plank just to hit himself in the face. Both then had a good laugh out of that.

Diana finished planting the seeds, now on to pulling out the dead weeds. When she got to the sixth weed, it seemed to be stuck in the ground tight. Putting in her best strength, she tugged the weed with all her will. To her surprise, out came a whole willow tree. Turns out that weed had been a root all along.

Down to more hammering, the boys stood apart from each other, as Jimmy was prepared to pound in another tack. This time they made sure to stay out of the way so neither of them get hit in the face again. Unfortunately, he set the plank board flying and it hit Benson in the face, who was just about to serve them refreshments.

Within 3 hours, they were finished at that time. The new time machine was just a simple three wall box with a wagon wheel and vane on top, but it was more than that through Jimmy's eyes. It's the thought that counts. ...and getting home. Nick was happy him and Jimmy got to do something together.

"Can this thing really take us back home?" Asked Nick. "Not precisely. All we need now is some hypothetical earthbound, such as quartz of any type, and a strike of lightning to charge electricity into the machine, consequently granting it enough power to transport us back home. Which is why I took the liberty of making this! Just one bolt will do the trick!" Said Jimmy, holding up a handmade kite. "That's cool, Jim! But how will we know when a thunderstorm will come up?" "Usually cumulonimbus clouds early in the day and developing throughout the day can mean greater chances of severe weather. I suggest looking after the sky for any cumulus activity. In other words, watch out for dense-looking gray clouds."

Jimmy decided to head back into the barn where he can keep his kite safe, while Nick followed. Suddenly, Benson stopped them.

"Don't you dare take one more step!" Scold Benson. "You're still angry about the plank incident, aren't you?" Asked Nick. "No! But my nose detects a wretched odor around here! At which hour wast the last time thee two bathed?" "Oh, about four days." Replied Jimmy. "For me, five." replied Nick. "Four days? Five days?! MY WORD!!!"

Benson ran into the house at super speed, then came back outside with a few things. An empty bucket with a bar of soap, and two towels. He also held two robes and two pairs of slippers.

"Foulness is not tolerated around here! If't be true you wish to stay as our guest, thee must compel in personal hygienes! It's important for your health!"

Nick called for Diana to see if it's actually necessary.

"Yo Di! Do we even have to?!" Shouted Nick. "To me, it's completely optional. But then again, he'll just continue to pester you unless you follow his demand." "Hmph. Well, looks like we have no other choice if this bearded housewife is gonna slow us down. My hair is getting oily anyways." "You know, you could never get away with walking freely around the village with your stench carrying over, otherwise King Jason's guards will have you hanged." "We never asked, but thank you for sharing that info with us, Diana." Said Jimmy.

Both of them took a robe and a pair of slippers. Benson was kind enough to point them to the water well. He also advised that they should take turns using the bucket and soap. Jimmy and Nick had to remove their clothes so that Benson could wash them. The boy genius headed inside the barn to change, while Nick went behind the shed. Getting inside the house would've been better, but he feels rather uncomfortable getting naked in the same place with that freaky Rodent Girl. After that, Benson took out a scrub brush and a bar of soap.

"Where are you, Oona?"

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[*Fifty minutes later*]

Jimmy and Nick were sitting on separate stools. They were shivering cold from the water they rinsed off with. Jimmy's hair was wrapped in a towel. They sat around a tight wire, where their clothes were hanging to dry. The boys were wearing nothing but their robes and fuzzy slippers.

"Hey Nick, mind if I ask a simple question?" "Yeah, what is it?" "Yesterday, you mentioned about being in a relationship with someone whose always hurt you." "I'd rather not talk about it." "But Nick, you could spare me all the details if you like. You even have the right to have this person's name withheld. Please? We're friends. I swear, I will never peep a word about this to anyone. And when we get home, I could probably erase my memory for you! What are you afraid of?" "That you won't believe me?" "You've been entirely honest with me. What's there not to believe?"

Nick refuses to explain his life further on, but Jimmy gave him the option to explain very little if he wants to. Jimmy is curious, but he's not pressuring Nick to confess. Could he be returning concern for him? Heck, why not? He's already fallen victim to those big, blue, twinkling eyes. Those eyes were begging him to show 'n tell. Dammit, why does he have to be so cute? He just needs to keep it short and simple. He can't say it was his dad, because he already told him he never knew him.

"Okay; If it's flustering to you, I'm sorry for butting in. It is your personal life, after all." Said Jimmy. "It was a family member." Replied Nick. "What? Huh?" "A family member. A relative that lived with us for quite some time long ago, from my 'father's' side. I don't feel like giving out a name or gender. Let me tell ya, they were a grade A a-hole. They gave me these painful scars. Not physical scars, but mental. Ohhhhhhhh, how I hated them. This relative felt I was the epitome of imperfect. They ridiculed everything about me; the way I act, talk, and dress. If there's a problem I can't fix, I'm suppose to take care of it myself to prove I'm man enough. Every time they have a problem of their own, I was to be blamed for. My poor mom couldn't do anything about it, cuz she was just as weak minded as I was. After they left, I didn't feel relief. In fact, I actually believed what they said about me was true. That's why I adapted this cool, slick, biker gang wannabe image. To prove them wrong." "I'm sorry to hear that, Nick. Whatever they have said about you, I know they are wrong. You're a real good friend. Possibly the nicest guy I've ever known. I don't know what is there about you to make a creep out of." "Thanks. You've been a good friend yourself. So far, you've been my first, and real friend." "I don't have to be your 'only.' You could always join me and the gang, where the fun is really at!" "Are you saying we should be more open about our friendship?" "Of course! We are best friends now, aren't we?" "I don't know about it. I mean, like I've told you before, I'm still weak minded." "And like I'VE told you, you we're not what that scum made you out to be! Didn't you also tell me you hated your life just how it was before? You're the one who told me how this 'Mr. Popularity' position made you miserable! If you're afraid people won't accept the real you, well I accept! I accept you to infinity! Where's your self-respect?" "I-I I'm sorry, but it's just that I've climbed so high to reach up to that torch, I don't think I'm ready to back out now. I don't want to disappoint my fans." "*Sigh* Nick... There's something you oughta know."

Jimmy confronted Nick about the downfall he is completely oblivious to. He used to be the top dog, but after breaking his leg far too many times, nobody took him seriously anymore. The more Nick goofed on a stunt, the smaller his crowds became. He was still handsome, but girls were too embarrassed to have an open crush on some skateboard loser. The weaker, nerdier kids weren't afraid to make fun of him. The boys that have claimed themselves as Nick's supportive friends have been talking smack behind his back. They always laugh at him under his breaths. Whenever Nick falls into another injury, they always say they'll get help, only to be gone for about 5 hours, or until it gets dark. He refuses to acknowledge that. He wanted to believe he was still cool, and he kept trying. The problem is, the more he tried, the more he hurt himself. Quitting is always an option, but that would just bring his entire popularity to waste. He sacrificed his childhood to get on that pedestal. His father would be right about him; He is a failure. People like him were only born out of a mistake.

Nick sat with his head hanging down low. Jimmy didn't need to tell. He knew he was becoming a has-been, but he didn't wanna accept it. All he wanted was to be loved. Admired. Not get hurt. Be the opposite of what Dan saw him as. On the other side of the coin, Nick has never felt so happy in his life. He has lived the worst twelve years in his life. Before and after he became cool, he never had the casualty of experiencing a real childhood. Jimmy was right. He was miserable to how things were before. If he keeps trying to be someone he's not, he's just gonna continue being that way before he dies. Hanging out with Jimmy gave him the opportunity to reveal his true self. He was a caterpillar trapped in a cold cocoon, now he bursts free like a butterfly. The boy genius never mocked him or laughed at him. He has found the comfort zone he's been desiring for. Standing by his true love's side had been his dream, but does he really want to retire?

Before Jimmy was ready to say anything, Nick placed a hand on his lap.

"I'll think about it."

Nick smiled at Jimmy, then Jimmy smiled back. Unfortunately, the moment then died down when they saw that Mitzi had returned from work, giving the boys a twitchy eye from seeing them in their robes together, with Nick's hand on his friend's lap.

"Don't get the wrong idea! I'm not even ready for that!" Nick got up and snapped. "Nick Nick Nick Nick, Nick. Calm down." Said Jimmy. "(I see that twitchy eye! I SEE IT!)" "Pardon us, ma'am, but there's a logical explanation. We were requested, or commanded, to wash up, and we are currently waiting for our laundry to dry. Apologies for our appearances."

Mitzi looked like she wasn't buying it.

"You two can come up with a better excuse than that."

She turned around and headed back into the house. Both of Nick's fists were balling, and he was ready to strike. However, Jimmy was able to calm him down afterwards.

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[*Nighttime*]

Jimmy and Nick gotten back into their clothes after they were fully dried, then Nick prepared a special dinner that night. He fixed some Brazilian-styled fried chicken with a kale salad on the side, also Brazilian. He also baked a batch of fluffy, sweet bread rolls. Not Brazilian, by the way. Diana and Rodent Girl loved Nick's pancakes so much, they begged him to make a gourmet dinner for them. Lucky for them, Nick loves to cook. Everyone was pleased with their meal, except Mitzi. She was the last one to try the food, as if she thinks it's poisoned. Not to mention, she didn't compliment his cooking like everyone else. Nick would've let her starve if she weren't friends with a 6'3 bodybuilder.

After dinner, the dishes were left with Benson, and the two boys went back to their barn suite for a goodnight's sleep. They used the leftover planks to seal off the windows, and they let Butterscotch sit in front of the door, just to keep a certain rat lady out. Nick grabbed a blanket and hopped onto his hay bed. When Jimmy was about to get his blanket ready for slumber, he found that a cow was chewing it. He tried to retrieve the blanket by pulling, only to tear it to sheds in the process. Poor Jimmy will have to sleep cold tonight.

"Here; Have mine."

Nick offered Jimmy his only blanket. Jimmy just refused. He couldn't take Nick's offer cuz he's already done so much for him.

"I couldn't, Nick. You deserve it." "C'mon, little man. I would never let a friend sleep in the cold." "Yeah, but I'd be more happier if you took it. You've done a lot for me, and it's the least I can do in return." "Wait! Why not we improvise?"

And with that, Nick undid the zipper and buttons on his black leather jacket, and then put it over Jimmy's shoulders. The boy genius was so tiny, the jacket was able to cover him like a blanket, and it was fairly warm too. Thanking Nick, then giving him a hug as a goodnight, Jimmy crawled up on the hay and drifted off. Nick took one quick glance on Jimmy before laying down. He's so precious to him, he'd be damned if he just let him sleep out in the cold. Even though Jimmy said so himself that he doesn't have to keep doing all this nice stuff for him, Nick can't help himself. He loves Jimmy too much.

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