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GREEN SANS!?!?

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Ragatha the Ragdoll

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BREAKING: Undertale stageplay in development, in collaboration with songwriter Lin Manuel Miranda

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Bubble Melony!

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Nabbit!

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So... Wonder Direct!

🫧 BUBBLES 🫧

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Bubble Luigi!!

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What is Kirblr Writes?

Chapter 4

By: @jadedragonknight

A hail of apples rained down around Marx. His wing was clipped by one and he lost his balance, spiraling to the ground with a thud.

“Marx!” Kirby called out, their previous exasperation replaced with concern.

Seemingly unperturbed, Marx hopped up, summoned a jester ball alight with flames, and kicked it at Whispy. The ball shot through the rain of apples and nailed Whispy square in the face, leaving a scorch mark behind.

“Ha! Is that all you got, you old fern?” Marx taunted.

“Such insolence!” Whispy roared.

The ground shook as Whispy thrashed in anger.

“Wait, Whispy!” Kirby cried. “We don’t want to fight!”

“I do,” Marx said.

Their plea went unheard as roots shot up from the ground like spikes. Kirby and Marx cried out from surprise as the two jumped out of the way, getting separated in the process. Upon landing, an apple dropped from the tree right on Kirby’s head, knocking their fire copy ability out of them.

Marx spread his wings and said, “Alright, how about this?”

He leapt into the air, then dived straight down into the ground, disappearing in a swirling pool of darkness. The shadowy pit weaved between the roots until it reached Whispy, whereupon Marx shot up from it with a maniacal laugh. Due to wearing Burning Leo’s headdress, emerging from the pit caused fireballs to erupt from the ground and shower Whispy. The tree cried out in pain, then he shook violently to rain down more projectiles from his branches. Marx swerved in the air, avoiding the debris.

“Hang on, Marx!” Kirby shouted.

Kirby ran toward Marx, dodging the roots and falling debris. Then, a Capiller fell from the tree and landed in front of Kirby, causing them to skid to a halt. It wriggled around and looked up at Kirby with its big bug eyes. A shiver went up Kirby’s whole body and they instinctively covered their mouth.

“Don’t sweat it, Kirbs,” Marx said. “This guy is nothing! I can take him with one hand tied behind my back, which is good because I don’t have—”

Before he could finish, a Gordo dropped from the tree, bounced off the ground, and slammed into Marx’s face. The flaming headdress went flying as he plummeted to the ground and lied there in a daze. Seeing this, Kirby glared at Whispy with their cheeks puffed. Marx may have started the fight, but no one hurt Kirby’s friends.

Kirby ran up to Marx, standing between him and Whispy. They then inhaled a nearby pile of apples, about five of them getting sucked into their mouth. Kirby planted their feet and spit out a huge Star Bullet. It soared through the air and struck Whispy with a loud crack. Whipsy cried out and shuddered. The roots retracted into the ground, the earth stopped shaking, and a single tear appeared in the corner of Whispy’s eye. Knowing this meant Whispy Woods was subdued, Kirby let out a sigh of relief.

“You okay, Marx?” Kirby asked, turning to him.

To their shock, Marx was gone. Kirby glanced in all directions, looking for a sign of the missing jester. Quite a few of the apples had disappeared, and the dirt had an indentation of a ball trailing into the woods. Kirby was about to follow the trail, but their gaze caught on Burning Leo’s discarded headdress. Kirby went over to it and picked it up. They looked between it and the trail, bobbing up and down anxiously.

I know I said I’d get the headdress back, but I don’t want to lose track of Marx, Kirby thought.

Looking around for a solution, Kirby’s eyes fell on Whispy and they got an idea. Kirby hung the headdress on one of Whispy’s stubby branches while saying, “Sorry about all that Whispy. Can you make sure Burning Leo finds this, thanks, sorry again, byeeeee!”

Kirby ran off mid-sentence into the woods, following the trail Marx left behind. Whispy went to object with an exclamation, but the fire died out knowing it was pointless to reprimand Kirby.

After a bit, Kirby came into a small clearing. In it, Marx was sitting on the ground surrounded by Whispy’s apples and was gleefully shoving them in his mouth with his wings’ talons.

Upon seeing Kirby, he swallowed what was in his mouth and said, “Hey, Kirby! Check out this haul! I knew that silly tree would drop a bunch of his apples if we roughed him up a bit. Couldn’t have done it without ya!”

Marx then went back to eating. Kirby frowned and their shoulders set.

They marched up to Marx and said, “That wasn’t nice picking a fight with Whispy just to get a snack!”

“What? It’s not like he’s hurt or anything. He picks fights with anyone who passes by him,” Marx said, waving Kirby off.

“And you were mean to Burning Leo, surprising her and taking her headdress,” Kirby added.

“Hey. I thought you liked my pranks,” Marx said defensively.

“Only if they don’t hurt people,” Kirby said, their tone becoming sad.

“I don’t like it when my friends hurt others. It makes me think that they’re bad people, and I don’t ever want to think badly of my friends, because then I feel like a bad friend.”

Marx tilted his head at Kirby. ‘Feelings’ were never his strong suit, but Kirby was about the only good person he knew, and for them to think otherwise was just not right. Marx hopped up from the ground and draped a comforting wing over Kirby.

“Hey, you’re a good friend,” Marx said. “I’m sorry if I went too far today. How about we go grab some lunch? That’ll cheer you up.”

Kirby’s face instantly shifted from sadness to excitement, and they said, “Really?! Yeah, let’s do it! It should be lunchtime by now. Let’s go to Kawasaki’s!”

“Alright!” Marx cheered, matching Kirby’s excitement.

They both went to set off, but paused as they looked around with blank faces.

“Uh, where is Kawasaki’s?” Marx asked.

“I think it’s… this way?” Kirby said, pointing in a noncommittal direction.

“Well, we’re not gonna find the way out just sittin’ here. Let’s go.”

Marx retracted his wings and hopped onto a jester ball that he used to roll away. Kirby followed behind, warily gazing at all the trees that looked identical. They shook their head. As long as the two were together, they’d be just fine. Kirby perked up and skipped as they went along, deeper into the forest.

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A sleeping family... 💤

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Hey SMG4 fanfic reading Tumblr people!!

If you've been on AO3 and seen that SMG4 chatfic? That's me!! I write that!! Hiiiiiii!!!

As of now, it's like, the Smg4 fic with the most kudos so I wanted to come here and flex that I'm so cool- /J . I wanted to say thanks if you've given one.

You could obviously tell it's me from the username, but I just wanted to say, hey, if you didn't realize that was me, maybe check out my stuff here now that you know! wink wink

I mostly post art here, of SMG4 and other fandoms. (In fact, you might see some art that features in the fic here early sometimes.)

If you haven't seen the chatfic? Here you go!!!

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Found Family

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My very first attack for my very first Art Fight!

Attack against @ wolfface2

Character is their Sonic OC, Ellipsis.

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Meggy Spletzer

Transparent version in Read More.