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⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧  Mirror, mirror on the wall

                        Who’s the baddest of them all?  ✧ ˖ ˙ ⭒

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⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧  They will slay you,

                         with their tongue  ✧ ˖ ˙ ⭒

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"You just need to be able to reach the golem's head, right?" Kouign-Amann Cookie confirmed before sheathing her sword in the ground so she could pick up her boyfriend with both arms. Ignoring any protests Prune Juice Cookie may spill, she took aim before throwing him at the back of the golem's head as hard as she could. (Happy National Throw Short People Day. Yeet your teammates. :3)

-  ✩   「 @toyboxfriends 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」 If he never sees another golem in his life, it'll be too soon... Prune Juice doesn't know why these creatures have decided to resurface more frequently lately— but he intends to FIND OUT —or why this one went through such a monumental growth spurt. But he DOES know that if he can just get his potion into the golem's multitude of eyes, they'll have an advantage against the surprisingly swift opponent.

Blocking their attacks at every turn, Prune Juice suspects there may be something magical afoot with the large creatures gleaming gaze, its eyes a color that doesn't feel entirely normal for its species. An easy thing to miss unless one has spent countless hours pouring over texts about various creatures. Unfortunately, with an array or orbs decorating the entitreity of its face, there's no chance of taking the creature by surprise. But that doesn't seem to be an issue for Kouign-Amann, the determined cookie deciding that they didn't NEED the element of surprise.

They just need to be quick enough... and have accurate aim.

❝ Yes, that's— Oh no. ❞ Abruptly realizing the point of Kouign-Amann's question, he is only allowed a second to aim narrowed eyes at her, ❝ Don't you da— ❞ Cut off with a strained scream as he's hurtling through the air, he hits the golem's head with a harsh THUD. Groaning at the impact, he irritably pushes the brim of his lopsided hat up with a huff before hastily reaching into his sack of potions. He can chew out Kouign-Amann later for the impressive yet less-than-pleasant landing later.

Uncorking the bottle with his teeth, other hand clinging to the golem's head for dear-life, Prune Juice growls, ❝ Let's see how you like my ❛ Now you see me, Now you DON'T ❜ potion. ❞ Pouring an oddly-viscous brew, it coats the golem's head with remarkable quickness considering it's oozing texture. Pulsating with a mimicry of life, it crawls across the wretched creature and clings to its eyes. Roaring as its cast into inescapable darkness, the furious golem violently shakes its head. Small body whipping in the air as Prune Juice barely clings on, his grip suddenly fails.

❝ CATCH ME! ❞ He screams, tumbling through the air with frantically waving arms, shrill command plead heard even above the golem's complaints. 「 ☆ 」

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(( Tag Dump - Cream Unicorn Cookie ))

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(Mushroom @ Licorice) "Licoriceee!!“ the child runs up to them before clinging to them, face buried into them. "I saw something scaaaryyy." -  ✩   「 @handfulofmuses 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」 Having been in the midst of an anxiety-fueled daydream about their place in the team, how the others actually view them, whether they're truly bringing everything they can to the cause ( that ones easy: of course they aren't doing enough ) , they hadn't noticed the pitter patter of terrified feet until Mushroom was calling out for them. Choking back a startled yelp, they drop the Spellbook they'd been attempting to read, arms flailing in a failed attempt to catch it. Groaning as it lands pages-first on the ground, they grimace at the damage to the decrepit book's spine.

It's already in dismal condition, they can't afford to be careless with how they handle it... With a wave of their hand and another drag of heaviness to their form ( curse how particularly draining their source of magic is ) the book disappears in a puff of purple smoke, placed back wherever it is that Licorice keeps their precious things. Just in time for another precious thing to arrive, clinging to them as if the necromancer may soon disappear as well.

Even if Licorice may doubt their importance or purpose in the grand scheme of things, at least they can be certain of ONE use they do have. Sucking in a steadying breath, they straighten their spine and puff out their chest; whatever good it may do for their unimpressive stature. A hand gingerly petting the top of Mushroom’s head, they declare with faux bravado, ❝ Do not worry, my dear little Mushroom— I’m FAR scarier than anything that could possibly be here! ❞ Waving their free hand in an arc, billowing sleeves make the declaration even more impressive, they hope. ❝ Whatever it that scared you, I’LL protect you from it with my powerful and terrifying magic! ❞

Faltering in their claim, Licorice hastily looks down at Mushroom and adds in what is meant to be a casual questioning, ❝ Uh… Just so I can know, for no particular reason… What exactly was this scary thing you saw? And uh— how big was it? ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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"Sorry, could you give these back?“ Looks like XR had been blown up again, his pieces flying everywhere. He had fixed and picked up what he could but it seems like his arms landed near Strawberry Crepe Cookie. -  ✩   「 @xperimentalranger 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」 Oh? ... What's this?

Drifting to a halt at the clatter of something landing near them, bright hues flit down as they angle their body closer. A hand rests beside their mouth, an unnatural shine within vibrant hues. Twinkling pupils appear, stare drilling through what appears to be discarded limbs. Yet the make is quite... odd. Not comprised of the usual materials for such a job, they can still draw parallels between it and their machines. True, their Wafflebots are of a far superior design ( in their opinion ), but even they must admit that these strange ingredients still put up decent competition...

And without the aid of magic infused within the make.

❝ Interesting~ ❞ Strawberry Crepe muses, picking up the arms with the aid of one of their Waffle enhancements. Planning on studying it further, they stop mid-turn when a new voice breaks the air. Wide eyes blink curiously, a gasp breaking free as something UNPRECEDENTED improves their day. Looks like it's one treasure after another. ❝ WOW! What are you? ❞ They exclaim, rushing to circle the stranger like a strawberry shark. Swiftly flitting through the air, the others request goes completely unheeded, it not even clear whether Strawberry Crepe cared enough to remember it. Waffle arms certainly aren't bringing the robotic arms any closer.

❝ Calculating... ❞ They murmur, abruptly ducking so their face is right in front of the stranger's. ❝ You appear to be some sort of metallic mechanical being... with actual sentience? No, no— That can't be right. ❞ Floating back a bit, they cross their arms and shake their head with a dismissive laugh ( as if trying to tamper their enthusiasm ), ❝ Your programming is clearly advanced enough for vocal communication, but I can't get carried away. I mean, heh— there's a difference between survival protocols letting you ask for arms and being a genuinely thinking creature. ❞

Apparently they DID hear the other ask for his arms... Strawberry Crepe just have yet to actually give them back. 「 ☆ 」

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"Uuuuugh, today is so boooorrrinnngggg!!" Whined dramatically where Gumball had himself sprawled across his crushes friend's bed after inviting himself into Licorice's home a short time before, the cookie was soon bolting upright with a grin that could spell nothing but trouble. "Hey, you wanna drop some paint bombs off the castle roof and see how long it takes for us to get caught?" -  ✩   「 @speckled-and-spattered 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」 Scrawling down new spells in their notebook Spellbook with the unhinged ferver of someone with sleep-deprived ideas RATTLING around in their brain ( they may have been burning the midnight oil last night ) and no one around to tell them it's a bad idea— even if Gumball were aware of Licorice's ambitions, it's doubtful he'd put a stop to any of it —liquidized jelly flows from the tip of their pen to leave bright streaks upon lined paper parchment. Bandages wrapped around their arm, hidden beneath long sleeves, serving as a secret testament to their dedication.

Initially delving into their work to distract from their uninvited crush guest barging into their home and choosing to lounge across their bed of all places— Licorice had hastily grabbed a book from their desk to bury their flushed features into —it hadn't taken long for their frantic action to lead to sincerely enthused spell-crafting. Of course, it's all theoretical right now. The only ❛ proof ❜ they have of their spells holding any power found in the heavy books strewn across their desk, Licorice flipping through cursed and musty pages to strenghten their reasoning.

Hunched over their Spellbook, Gumball's whining goes unacknowledged... until he suggests something to remedy the unbearable boredom. Abruptly standing upright, chair topples back with a clatter. Turning to face Gumball as they smack their palms on the desk ( slightly wincing at the sting of the impact ) lemon eyes glint with a dangerous excitement as they meet that kindred-spirit of a troublesome gaze. ❝ That depends... Do you want those paint bombs to REALLY leave an impression? ❞

Because this sounds like the perfect time to try out one of these new spells... 「 ☆ 」