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"Prince Archibald Thottington, or Your Highness will do." said Archibald airily and importantly from behind his cover. Ah, but he placed his hand on the fellow's broad shoulder in a ...

Prince Archibald attempted to pose assertively from behind his new bodygaurd. Like a chihuahua behind a pitbull facing an actual bull. "Watch yourself. There's no telling what... tropical diseases tha

Outrageous. Unheard of. A crime against all order. Oh, there would be a hanging for sure, thought Prince Archibald from his position curled up against the ruffian's tight, ample chest. ...

Archibald stopped right in his tracks. There it was. All the right syllables. A godsend from above. Could it be? Could it be that it was so simple? Even this ...

Once upon a time in the kingdom of Cortem there lived a king by the name of Maximus Thottington, built like a righteous barrel, with a jaw fit to grind ...

Sophia Lowe//Glaphyra Blasts of glitter and soft pink light bloomed through the cracks of the groundskeeper’s shed in rapid, violent intervals. Inside was Sophia, twirling furiously into yet another

"- and if she thinks she's at all been subtle, she's in for another- but that's enough of bird politics." Enid shook her head, and looked expectantly at the grown ...

Plice. Rew. Nice. Good. It had almost all gone in one ear out the other, but Brian fought nobly to remember at least for the next couple of hours. Oh, ...

Siren snored gently in her thick, thick sleeping bag. She snored in Morse Code, 'Do not wake me.' One month prior she made the trek to visit @Antarcticus to help ...

"When did the comic sewer rave turn into a clothing swap party," droned Brian from the floor. Ew. Brian promptly flitted up off the floor. ...Actually, he probably would have ...

Theodora Gable Alright, Dora. The faster you nosedive into that dirt, the faster you get watermelon. Dora dreamed that night of endless fields of lush, ripe, fat melons. She woke ...

Robert Griffiths Jesus, I was so damn obvious. Robert went home, accomplished little, and went to bed. So, so obvious. He went to work. Why did I have to get ...

In light of present company, Brian decided that he would rather attend some other sketchy sewer rave, and quietly flitted around the nearest corner. He stealthily smacked into an unfortunately ...

Brian stood next the fellow dressed as the Scarecrow, and looked at his reflection, as the Scarecrow looked at his. He leaned forward, and stroked his newly bearded chin. "Hmm, ...

this is Brian Flanagan, conspiracy nutter with a PHD in Pocket Dimensions. Now imagine him dressed as Kraven the Hunter. Brian Flanagan, fairy, Interdimensional Detective from The Court of Oberon, ...