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plans i had for the plot

X becomes Xephos as seen in the last halloween special. rythian would take him to the headquarters and tawny would hit him with a steel chair until he convinces her he’s good now (he’s not). eventually he was going to get himself killed to play one last joke by driving tawny truly as mad as himself. maybe it would have worked, maybe not. to top it off, lying was going to bring him back, but since X is “the only me”, he’d be off. maybe just a real xephos again, maybe some slightly alternate X.

Nilesy would find out Parv is the one who murdered his granddad. parv would try to explain himself only for nilesy to shun him, showing mercy despite wanting nothing more than to kill parv. nilesy’s rejection breaks parv’s heart and strife pushes him to go full monster, forcing nilesy to end parv by pulling the blood out of his body, killing him.

rythian would have to fight the ender dragon queen, who would probably come to the real world by becoming a hot dragon lady or using rythian’s body as a vessel or something. the queen plus the resurrection of israphel would cause the greatest threat to reality so far, forcing all the villains and heroes to team up and defeat them.

Steve? would put on a giant hulkbuster mecha and eventually get forced out of it, and a villain would say something like “without your fancy suit youre just a stupid kid”, and steve? would pull out a “diamond sword” (a full on lightsaber) and do a few cool things and tragically die.

khaz would recover, but be completely unable to hero again. the ghost of xephos would tell him it’s time he stops fighting for xephos and to start living for honeydew.

kim and lalna would eventually free themselves from DoG again, and bebop would reveal he’s already had a real robo body made and ready to upload himself into.

DoG would go more into how his brain is decaying due to his powers and basically holding itself together with cosmic stardust. someway somehow, after he and the supers save the world from israphel and the ender queen, he’d get his comeuppance and the old Ridge would come back very briefly to say something tragic, and he’d basically fade away.

the comic where zoey designs her new arm’s tools was to foreshadow that she was eventually gonna save someones life using the umbrella attachment, and also somehow make an APC with it.

sipsman’s arc was pretty much done. due to IRL fallout, s*inergy would have faded heavily in importance, sipsman as a character likely would have suffered a bit as a side effect.

kim would finally lose her flux mutations, but reveal that her entire body was flux, and she would have an ultimate anime form where she turns into some glowing nude power woman and destroy DoG’s facility singlehandedly.

various secrets/headcanons

nilesy is the strongest super in the series. he is basically THE god of water, but doesn’t know it.

lying and sipsman were my favorite characters to draw

tawny was the hardest character to draw

steve? is in love with tawny, who would violently reject him and eventually have to apologize. ross also fell in love with tawny but no one would ever find out.

parv was difficult because i never knew how far to take his gimmick. i always worried he was offensive or triggering to people who suffer with self injury issues. i remember i saw a tag that said something like “thank you for parv, he really helps with my issues” and i was like “h-how?” yeah im pretty sure parv and strife were gettin’ down too. but parv had a crush on nilesy too.

kims mutations would have been way cooler or more severe if i had been better at drawing at the time.

i believe zoey appears the most of any character. she was the easiest girl to draw and during the comics run i wasnt very good at drawing girls so i used her as practice.

there’s probably more but i cant think of it right now. if you read this far, thanks for everything. superyogs will forever be a huge chunk of my life and i have it to thank for how far i’ve come with art today and hopefully, i’ll go even farther.

"You'd think with how much food they sell in a day, they'd have gotten the hang of actually making it on time," Khaz spat.

They were parked outside a fast food establishment, one of Khaz's favorites. His arm was resting out the window of Xephos' red convertible, and he was drumming his fingers harshly on the door. When, for a brief second, he caught the eye of one of the workers through the drive-thru window, he bit down on his lower lip and gave them a very rude gesture, then tapped vehemently on his naked wrist as though there was a watch there.

Xephos failed to stifle a chuckle. Watching Khaz's antics was so endearing to him and filled his heart with joy.

"What are you laughing at, arseface?" said Khaz, side-eying his designated fast food driver.

"The stunted troll in my passenger seat," said Xephos. He plucked his phone out of the cupholders and aimed it Khaz. "Wait till Mads gets a load of this."

Khaz slapped the phone out of Xephos' hand with his giant paw. Xephos glanced around just to make sure it wasn't damaged after it was done bouncing on the leather backseat, and, satisfied, let out another chuckle, one that sort of bubbled up against his will. Khaz glared at him for a second before turning his attention back to the restaurant, leaning his head against his fist. 

Xephos mimicked his friend, looking over occasionally to make sure he was mirroring Khaz's actions correctly.

"Last night," Khaz said suddenly, after a couple minutes of awkward silence (accompanied only by the sounds of Khaz's stomach grumbling), "no one survived." He continued staring forward, through the windshield, but he didn’t seem to be looking at anything in particular.

"You mean the-"

"The office bombing. Yup."

Xephos frowned deeply. He looked over at Khaz and saw the new shiny burn on his hulking sleeveless left arm, and immediately turned away, ashamed, feeling like he noticed something he shouldn't have. He had noticed it before but with just a bit of new context, the sight of it was now making his stomach turn.

“Hostage situation. One tango. Should’ve been easy.” His voice had dropped to a growl. A deeply wounded growl. “Couldn’t have been any easier.”

Xephos said nothing, searching for his next words carefully. “You know what Mads always says,” he began, speaking so slow it sounded like he was learning the words as they came out. “You can’t--”

“Win them all. I know, X,” he interrupted. 

“Well, let’s think about that some more,” Xephos offered. The straws he was grasping at began to slip. Ever since his best friend and girlfriend came out to him as superheroes, Xephos had tried his damn best to become an accepting and supportive force in their lives. That didn’t mean he was always good at it.

Khaz raised an eyebrow at him, as though he was expecting Xephos to continue. Xephos shared a similar look with Khaz, hoping he wouldn’t have to continue.

“...Go on?” Khaz eventually said wearily.

“W-w-well,” Xephos stammered, “sometimes, the hero doesn’t… win. You’re the hero, and sometimes, you don’t win.”

Crickets.

“I- I know how hard it must be and how bad it feels right now,” said Xephos haltingly. He saw a twinge in Khaz’s expression, a flicker of rage that was gone in an instant. Apparently, Xephos didn’t know how it felt.

“Let’s start over,” said Xephos sagely. He turned in his seat to face Khaz fully and put up both his hands and beckoning motions. “Lay it all on me. Hit me with your best shot.”

“What...?” Khaz droned, finally confused, though his hand did curl instinctually into a fist at the sound of ‘hit me’.

“I want you to wring that clogged heart all over me, until not a drop of fat or blood is left. Fill me with your feelings, Dew.”

“I don’t know about this anymore,” said Khaz, starting to feel a little put off now.

“No, no, no, you started this feels train, now chugga chugga choo choo on over here with your pain and share it with me. We’re not eating one bite or stepping one foot out of this car until I feel just as awful as you do right now.”

“Okay. Alright, X, you asked for it. Imagine,” said Khaz darkly, glowering at his friend. “The deepest kind of pain a person can feel. I saw that in… heh.”

“Heh?”

“Heh, heh.”

“I don’t get it,” said Xephos dumbly.

“You wouldn’t,” said Khaz. “You won’t.” It wasn’t said aggressively, but more optimistically. A bit of an upward affectation.

“But let me try,” pleaded Xephos.

“I can’t do that to you Xephos,” Khaz said, his voice raised ever so slightly. Xephos, realizing how tense he was, leaning towards Khaz all bug-eyed, took a second to sit back.

“But why?”

“This is enough, I think.”

“Wha- wha- enough? Enough what?” said Xephos incredulously. “What’s going on?”

“Calm down, shite, you’re a touchy fucker. Don’t blow a gasket, you babby.”

“I’ve never been more confused in my life,” Xephos said monotonously. He felt his body tightening defensively, but wasn’t sure why.

“I’m saying you’re already helping me so much right now.”

“What do you mean I’m helping…! You… so much? I’m sorry?”

“This whole sad tale song and dance, I’ve been through this so many times before. I know you have too, both from me and Lola. Telling you what happened or how I feel about it isn’t really going to change anything.”

Xephos’ face fell. So he was a useless friend?

“You knowing or ‘understanding’ us isn’t what’s so great about you,” Khaz continued. Xephos was starting to feel like he was the one being comforted now. What the hell? 

“You’re there for us at a moment’s notice,” said Khaz. “Less than a moment’s notice. I’ve never once called you and got your voicemail. I’ve never once had to find another ride. I don’t think you could ever understand the kinds of things we go through, or feel the pain we feel when we fail, but the fact that you’re here, and you’re trying to, I think that’s enough. What I need most in my life isn’t someone who understands me, necessarily. What I need most is someone who loves me.”

Xephos stared at Khaz, slackjawed. He’d never heard Khaz say that word before.

“Close your mouth, or you’ll attract flies,” Khaz grumbled, turning to look out the window again.

“I’ve never heard you say ‘need’ before…” Xephos whispered.

“I’m not going to talk about what happened last night,” Khaz said, ignoring him. “Cuz I don’t have to. I’m already feeling better just being here with you. Being with someone I can turn to when I’m feeling alone in the world.”

Xephos tried to push down the pride that was welling up inside him, only managing to make a weird look of reluctant affection pull at his face. “And to think I was kidding when I said you had a clogged heart,” he said. “I thought there was nothing in there at all!”

“There isn’t,” said Khaz, patting his stomach, which growled at his touch.

Xephos reach out with his long arm and put a hand on Khaz’s shoulder. “You’re a good hero, Khaz,” he said softly. “Maybe last night didn’t go as planned. There’s gonna be so many more nights that don’t go as planned. And each time, I’m gonna be right beside you, covering you with my love.”

“You can’t be serious for one moment, can you, X?” said Khaz, exhaling quickly through his nose in a facsimile of a chortle. But he put his big hand over Xephos’ and looked back at him. “You’re a good hero too. Thanks, pal.” He saw what Xephos was about to say and stopped him there. “Maybe not a superhero, but you’re my hero.”

Xephos smiled warmly, and clapped Khaz on his back, giving him a little shake.

“Bugger me, food’s finally done,” said Khaz, brushing Xephos’ hand off and pointing at the beleaguered looking server walking through the parking lot holding a bag up to them.

“They were waiting for you to stop crying,” said Xephos, wiping his eyes. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Dwarves can’t cry,” said Khaz indignantly. “When I’m at your funeral, the only thing coming out of my eyes is going to be dirt.”

“You’re deluded if you think I’m dying first,” scoffed Xephos.