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I finally downloaded some of the games on my must play list recently and funnily enough my favourite one I've played is the one i found on accident. I was going to download this game "littlewood" and below it I saw "Little witch in the woods" If not for my love of witches, then atleast for the Halloween spirit. I decided to download it.
AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Ellie is such a charming protagonist, she reminds me a lot of Akko from little witch academia. And her dynamic with virgil is nothing short of amusing. Although I haven't played "potions permit" because it is refusing to work on my laptop for some reason, based on the descriptions I've seen I'd say they're pretty similar.
The game mostly focuses on collecting ingredients for potions and making said potions. It's a pretty chill game, nothing's scary so far like I'd fear. It also has its own storylines that I've enjoyed playing through and I love the characters they have so far.
None of them are dateable yet, I'm not sure if there will be any but I sure hope so. ( PLS PLS PLS PLS MAKE ROY DATEABLE PLSSSSS )
Unfortunately it's not a finished game, I played through early access. I'm pretty sure it's on steam but I downloaded it on steamunlocked because im poor. Pleaseeeeeee try the game, and if you have the means buy it on steam and support the devs. 🙏🙏
Amethio and (hypothetically) ludlow r coming soon I just know it
Liko, Roy and Dot getting hugs.
Gifts at Christmas
Ed: So, Colonel. What are you getting lieutenant Hawkeye for Christmas?
Roy: *Looks at Ed in confusion* what do you mean?
Ed: I mean, what gift are you getting her for Christmas?
Roy: *stares at Ed with a frown* I'm not getting her a gift. *smirks* I keep her company, what more could she want?
Ed: *Rolls eyes* you selfless bastard. *punches arm*
Roy: *holds arm* OWWW! *death-glares Ed* WHAT WAS THAT FOR YOU LITTLE SHIT!
Ed: buy her something nice. *hands Roy a few hundred dollars*
Roy:I have money *huffs and heads off to jewellery shop*
It's so unusual, and I like it!
Roy becoming a Super Wings with equipment
Jason: “There’s only one person that can get me on my knees.”
Dick: “If you say ‘Jesus’ again, I’m gonna lose it-“
Jason: “Roy.”
Dick: “oh. okay.”
Dick:
Dick: “wait what-“
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Mediwhump May - Day 6
"Needlephobic"
(Mystery Men - 1999)
@mediwhumpmay
“What was he wearing?” Roy limped over to the curb, Eddie guiding him by the arm.
“Shingles.” Eddie grunted as they sat down together.
Jeff shielded his eyes from the flashing blue and red lights across the street. “He had fashioned them into some kind of armor. My forks were nearly useless.”
Roy grimaced as he stretched out his leg.
“You got him eventually, right in the ass.” Eddie added.
“True.” Jeff sighed as he counted his leftover ammunition. “He deserved it. Especially for the nails. Why does one decide to use a nail gun when interrupting a performance of Shakespeare in the Skate Park?”
“Roofing.” Roy grasped the long nail embedded in the meat of his inner thigh and pulled. It slid free, painfully, covered in blood. Roy let out a long whine and held back a sob. “His theme is roofing.” He rasped.
“Oh.” Eddie nodded. “The shingles, the nail gun, the-”
“The rebellion against roofless theater productions?” Jeff finished.
“So weird.” Roy sighed. “But dedicated.”
Eddie caught sight of the bloody nail that Roy held. “Oh no, Roy, you should have let the medics take that out.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Roy waved him off. “I’ve had worse. Besides, they’re busy with Mercutio.”
“I suppose-” Eddie cut himself off. “Oh come on, Roy, you’ve got one in your hand!” He grabbed Roy’s wrist and held it up.
The long nail had flown through Roy’s palm and the tip poked through the back of his hand. It wasn’t bleeding much, but that was because the nail was plugging the hole.
Jeff frowned. “How many did he get you with, Roy?”
“I dunno.” Roy shrugged. He was tired and sore and thinking was hard. “ A few.”
“A few?” Eddie stood up. “How do you not know? Hang on, let’s do a count. I can’t believe I have to do this for you.”
“I can believe it.” Jeff stood up too.
“Going to need a metal detector.”
“Come on, guys. I just wanna go home.” Roy whined.
“Okay, so one in the hand.” Eddie ignored him and began to circle, looking for other nails. “One in the boot. Ouch, straight through your foot.” “Yeah, I was nailed to the stage for a minute.” Roy laughed weakly.
Jeff laughed as well then quickly stopped. “The one from his thigh.”
“Three so far.” Eddie nodded.
“I think that’s it.” Roy grumbled.
“Let’s at least get you checked out.” Eddie offered his hand to help Roy up from the curb. “Also when was the last time you got your tetanus shot?”
“My what?”
Eddie looked over at Jeff, who nodded silently.
“Let’s go to the clinic.”
“Aw, man.” Roy whined.
Ten minutes later, they piled out of Eddie’s car and into the 24-hour clinic. It was quiet around midnight so the wait was pretty short. A nurse took Roy back, and Eddie and Jeff stayed in the waiting room.
“How long do you think it’ll take?” Eddie asked Jeff, flipping through a sticky magazine.
“Oh.” Jeff thought for a moment. “Five minutes.” He answered.
“How about ten?”
“You’re on. I’ll watch the clock.”
Four minutes later, the nurse reappeared.
Jeff stood up. “You owe me dinner.”
The nurse walked over. “Would either of you be able to accompany your friend? He’s…” She searched for a word. “Agitated.”
Eddie stood too. “We’ll both come back.”
The nurse led them back to the examination room. Roy immediately tried to leave as soon as she opened the door.
“Eddie, I’m fine. Let’s leave. Get me out of here.” Roy spoke quickly in a low mutter. “Come on, Jeff, let’s go, let’s go.”
“Whoa, there.” Eddie gently corralled Roy back in, like a spooked horse. “They’re just going to give you a little check-up, Roy.”
“And a shot!” Roy’s voice almost squeaked. “I don’t-... I don’t like…” “Don’t like needles.” Eddie finished.
Roy sat back down on the exam table, pale and sweating. “Yeah.” He whispered.
“We know, that’s why we’re here.” Eddie reassured. “It’ll be really quick. You don’t want tetanus, right?”
“Lock-jaw, Roy.” Jeff chimed in, seating himself in a nearby chair.
“That actually sounds better than the shot.” Roy said.
“You won’t even feel it.” Eddie said. “Besides, you’ve been stabbed before, Roy, how are you scared of needles?”
“I dunno. I’d rather be stabbed. Can they do that? Use a knife? For the shot?” Roy looked around. “Or a scalpel. Anything but…” He trailed off.
“You know.” Jeff tapped his chin in thought. “This reminds me of the time we saved the blood drive nurses from the Blood Bandits and you lost so much blood that they just strapped you in the chair to give you blood with that absolutely enormous needle-”
“Okay, okay.” Roy hopped off the table. “I’m leaving.”
“I can’t let you do that, Roy.” Eddie stood in his way. “As your friend, I am going to make sure you get this shot.”
Roy laughed, pretended to back off, then feinted to the left, and made a dash to the right. He tried to get to the door. But he was full of nails and too slow.
Eddie grabbed him. Jeff stood in front of the door.
And then the doctor walked in.
“What have we here?” She asked.
All three of them stopped struggling.
“Nothing.” Roy straightened his coat.
“Nothing.” Eddie let go of Roy.
“Nothing.” Jeff picked up a fork he’d dropped.
“I see.” The doctor put down her clipboard. “Well, which one of you is Roy?”
Jeff pointed at Roy.
“Thanks, man.” Roy sighed.
“I will take a bullet for you, Roy, but not a shot”
The doctor sighed. “So Roy, you had an accident with a…” She turned a page. “Nail?”
“Nail gun.” Eddie corrected.
“Okay, and how many nails?” “Three.” Roy sighed.
“We think.” Jeff added.
“You think?” The doctor raised an eyebrow.
“Pretty sure.” Eddie admitted.
“Uh-huh.” The doctor paused for a moment, looked over each of them, then proceeded. “Well, let’s get those nails out, Roy. Then we’ll go from there.”
Roy nodded, almost green.
The doctor and an assistant bandaged the thigh wound and extracted the nail from Roy’s foot. The hand was last. Slowly, carefully, the doctor took the nail out and dressed the wound. She kept up a conversation with Roy the whole time, who was visibly relaxing.
Once that was done, Roy sighed. “That wasn’t so bad. Could we save the-... the shot for another day.”
“No, we can’t.” The doctor answered.
“Why not?”
“Because we’ve already done it.” The doctor stepped back. She had been blocking Roy’s line of sight of his other arm.
The assistant was currently pulling a needle out of Roy’s shoulder.
“Oh.” Roy swayed. And fainted.
“There he goes.” Eddie sighed.
“He’s reliable.” Said Jeff.
Merry Whump of May - Day 3
(Mystery Men - 1999)
@themerrywhumpofmay
Roy ducked into the bathroom, flung on the cold tap and splashed water on his face. It stung. Lukewarm and stale. Blood dripped into the grimy porcelain sink. Roy drank from the faucet and spat out pink water. He caught sight of his reflection in the smudged mirror. The lightbulb above flickered and blinked. He touched his cheek and winced.
That would be a black eye tomorrow.
The lightbulb flickered out and the bathroom went dark.
“Ah, man.” Roy sighed, reached up, and unscrewed the dead bulb.
Bulb in hand, he pushed back out into the bar.
“Come on, Roy, chip in.” Eddie said as he counted cash out on the bar. Jeff was adding coins to the mix. The bartender was standing behind the bar, looming over them, arms crossed.
“What’s all this?” Roy slipped the dead bulb in his jacket pocket. He would tell the bartender about it in a minute.
Jeff looked back, nose crusted in blood. “We are paying the gentlemen for the damages done to his establishment in the scuffle.”
They happened to be walking by half an hour ago when they heard screaming coming from the bar. Turned out that five or so guys were robbing the place. Of course they had to step in. And it had gone the way it usually did. Badly.
But that’s what superheroes did. They tried.
“Damages?” Roy sidled up and stuffed his hands into his jeans pocket for his wallet. “What damages? We got the guys, didn’t we?”
“Well…” Eddie started and trailed off as the bartender strode around the bar.
“Broken window?” The bartender pointed to one of the large front windows, shattered glass lying all around on the floor.
Roy frowned. He was tired, and dizzy, and sat down on a barstool. “When did that even happen?”
“Two of them threw you through it, Roy.” Eddie supplied.
Roy nodded, then stopped, because his head hurt too much for that much movement. “Right, right.”
“Tables and chairs.” The bartender continued. HIs shouting was painfully loud.
A table or two leaned on broken legs and a few chairs lay in pieces.
Roy did remember falling into those. So did his back and ribs.
“And the upholstery!” The bartender pointed at one of the booths, the red leather pierced with several forks.
“That was him.” Roy pointed at Jeff. “He’s the fork guy.” “Thanks, Roy.” Jeff rolled his eyes and shoved his change across the bar. “Pay up already.”
Roy opened his sad, deflated wallet and pulled out his last few ones. “All I got.” And slapped it on the bar. “I’m going.”
And now he had no more money until payday. Great. Just great. He moved towards the door to the outside, limping a little. His knee was swollen and stiff.
The bartender blocked his path. “Uh-uh, oh no, look at this place. That isn’t nearly enough!”
Roy stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, one hand found the dead lightbulb. His fingers wrapped around it as the bartender continued to shout.
Roy nodded a little. “I understand. I can come back tomorrow and help clean-”
He was cut off. The bartender continued to point out every bit of damage, a finger jabbed into Roy’s sore shoulder.
Roy lowered his eyes. He grit his teeth. Breathe in. His head pounded. Breathe out. His heart raced. Felt the blood leave his face. He balled his hands into fists. Pushed past the guy.
Stumbled into the alleyway. Trying to breathe. Trying to stay standing.
Rouy staggered as far as he could go and leaned against the cool, brick wall.
Finally his ears stopped ringing. Someone was talking to him.
Roy looked up.
“Roy, you okay?”
Eddie and Jeff stood there, Eddie’s hand on his shoulder.
“We did break quite a lot of things, but he was quite unpleasant to you, Roy. Don’t let it get to you.” Jeff was trying to scratch away the blood from his nose.
Roy just focused on breathing.
“You’re not looking so hot.” Eddie sighed. “Are you hurt?”
“A bit.” Roy panted. “Maybe. Not really. No. I’m fine. I just- You know. Yelling. I’m fine. I think I’m gonna go-” He took his hands out of his jacket pockets.
“Jesus, Roy!” Eddie exclaimed. “Oh boy, do we need to get something on that. Jeff, you got any gauze left?”
“What’s wrong?” Roy blinked slowly.
Jeff did a double-take. “Oh my lord. I’m going to be-” He retched a little. “How did you do that?”
“What?” Roy was getting annoyed now.
“Your hand.” Eddie gripped his wrist. “Don’t touch anything.”
Roy looked down at his hand.
The lightbulb.
He had gripped it so hard that it burst. Exploding into his palm and fingers. His whole right hand was covered in blood and glass splinters. Funny. He couldn’t even feel it.
Blood pattered down onto the gravel of the alleyway. “Hospital.” Eddie ordered.
“Hospital.” Jeff gagged.
“Ah, man.” Roy fainted.
I played fe7 as a kid, and only played fe6 when I was older. The fact that you can't do anything about the fate of the fe7 lords in fe6 was so painful. It felt like you really fail them as a friend and that keeping their kids alive and getting them to their happy endings felt like a personal promise and an apology to old friends.