#Weird Knightmare thoughts

[galactic-knightmare]

Ya’ll ever have that moment when your just laying in your bed at night, trying your hardest to sleep, and then your brain just goes “Hey. I bet we could make a lifesize plushie of Glamrock freddy if we tried” and then your whole thought process just derails into plush patterns and fabric types? ...no? just me? ...I swear I’m a masochist when it comes to making plushies.. *-side eyes lifesize Shadow the Hedgehog and plans for Lifesize Pure Vessel-*

[akumastrife]

Knightmare Of Your Dreams // Dreamling

Rating: Explicit (Just All Smut) Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dreamling Word Count: 3k I have no excuse for this. I wanted to write weird and kinky Dreamling with a side of shapeshifting, the thinnest King and His Knight vibes, weird anatomy, some claws and shadow tentacles, and self-indulgence. Written for the "Eldritch" square on last year's Monsterfucktober Bingo that I never finished in time.

{Also on AO3} Shout out to "Violently (slowed) by Mira" that I listened to roughly 200 times while writing this bc its soooo Dreamling to me. also to Zomsaurus for the funniest line in any of my writing ever

It was never supposed to be like this. Death was for everyone else, never Hob. She’d promised.

But the Endless did not abide by such rules; drifted uncaring outside them. If Death could make such a thing, it could be assumed that one of the others could unmake it.

And now that the imminent danger is gone, now that Hob’s safe and remade under Dream’s protection, he can at least admit Hob looks wonderful on his knees.

Dream’s always thought so, and now he gives himself over to leisure to look his fill. He’s well and truly his now, shouldn’t he be allowed?

The visage Hob’s chosen for himself is fitting; muscle encapsulated in shining armor, a sword at his side and the helmet with haloed spikes set reverently beside him. The insignia, mirrored on cloak and shield, is Dream’s favorite part.

A burst of stars across a sea of black, glittering as it moves just as Dream’s coat does. It is the same, after all; a claim that makes primal satisfaction simmer low under his skin.

Dream’s remade him, and Hob has chosen to be his, still. Always.

Everything the Corinthian was supposed to be. Every iteration a pale imitation of the man Dream has followed through time.

 “You do not have to kneel,” Dream says. Near purrs. Can tell the low timber is pleasing by the way exposed skin shivers in answer. But Hob himself does not move. Not even an inch to have his armor creaking.

“Perhaps,” Hob says, looking up quickly and the corners of his mouth flicking up similarly. “But you like it. And I owe you, don’t I?”

Hob owes him nothing. The centuries of give and take sprawl behind them, and Dream is almost certain the scales are still tilted in Hob’s favor.

And yet.

That is not what Hob is asking.

Now that he’s part of the dreaming, now that he’s part of Dream—intertwined irrevocably—there is little Dream cannot know about him. His feelings, his mind, his desires.

It is a game Hob’s wanting.

Dream hums, leaning back in his high-backed throne, crossing one leg over the other. Considers Hob, all his pieces, the laughing light in his soft eyes. Gestures wide and airy with one hand. “And what would you offer? To me, an Endless, who has need of nothing.”

Hob does shift then. “My lord,” said with all the impudence of a knight who ought to be taught to heel like a dog. His eyes drop, hungry and dark, down Dream’s front—

Dream finds himself wearing a velvet robe in the darkest shades of plum and night-sky blue, open to expose the moonlight of his torso. Plays fingers along the sweeping sleeve hems with half an eye on Hob, considering him and the outfit he’s put Dream in with sheer want alone.

“I see,” he murmurs. Watches Hob swallow. Extends his lifted foot, now encased in a soft stocking that runs the length of his leg under the edges of the robe, and slides it slow between Hob’s legs. Presses up, idly, like he is a curiosity and nothing more.

Hob shudders, eyes fluttering closed as he swallows again, jaw clenching against the sigh Dream can almost taste.

“You would like to serve me, then? You, who are now a Nightmare under my hand, and think yourself clever as a knight. All the centuries you’ve lived, and still, you crave a king to kneel before.”

When Hob doesn’t answer, Dream arches up his foot again, a smooth slide that pushes speech out of Hob.

“No,” Hob gasps.

“This says otherwise.”

“No. Not a king.” Hob grits his teeth, every part of his body (tight, honed and singing like a weapon begging to be asked to strike) shivering in an effort to stay still. “Just you.”

Warmth blooms and oozes under Dream’s skin. He lets the satisfaction radiate out as something tangible until Hob’s blinking up at him, expression bare in its awe.

“You are an impossibility,” Dream praises, softly. “I should’ve offered to keep you long ago.”

“I would’ve happily,” Hob says. “Let me now?”

“Be kept? Oh, Robert Gadling,” Dream says, leaning towards him. Takes Hob’s cheek in his hand, cradling gently before shifting to catch his chin in an unrelenting grip. “I am never letting you go, even if you beg.”

Hot hands land on his knees as Hob surges closer and leans up on knees still to catch his mouth in a kiss.

Dream lets himself be kissed. Let’s Hob direct it as hot and slick as he likes, lets himself be lulled under the rhythm like a boat bobbing gently on calm waters. It is at odds with the desire boiling under Hob’s hands, thrashing and teaming to get out. Barely contained in this body Dream has fashioned lovingly for him.

“What do you have for me?” Hob asks against Dream’s mouth, hoarse already with the want like it’s choking him. His hands slide reverently down Dream’s chest, toying with his nipples before following the edges of the robe to his lap. Kisses him gently as he finds Dream’s hips and holds on, thumbs rubbing back and forth.

“What would you like?”

Hob’s hands squeeze, breath catching audible in something too close to a whimper. Freezes, startled by the overwhelming realization and the world that’s been opened to him. Offered to him on a platter.

Dream slips into his mind easily, eyebrows raising at the dozens of images that flip through him. Hob’s brain working overtime with all his wonderings and filthy dreams.

Hob certainly isn’t lacking in imagination. It seems like he’s traded any shame he might’ve had for more of it.

If Hob is spoiled for choice, then he shouldn’t have to choose.

Dream selects a few of them, plucking them out of the mire with newly sharp claws, as precise as a spider traversing its own web. He feeds that thought to Hob while he has him, and smiles at the shudder it gets him.

“Are you that easy?” he asks. He runs his black-tipped claws through Hob’s hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

“For anything, as long as it’s you,” Hob assures him, nipping at his lip.

“I might scare you.”

“You can’t,” Hob says.

Something dark and dangerous flares low in Dream, and he grips the back of Hob’s neck, dragging him back into a kiss. He has to taste him, has to steal his breath until he doesn’t breathe at all without Dream doing it for him.

Hob fumbles to strip his thin gloves off and find the opening of the robe with bare hands. “Please,” Hob groans. “I will be so good for you.”

His hands slip greedy to skin, wrapping around Dream’s cock. Strokes him slow to learn the new shape of him, to thumb all the fluted edges like a tall flower closed.

Hob bows his head to take him into his mouth immediately, groaning softly as his tongue dips into the slit.

Dream sighs, letting his hands wander of their own accord. The armor is mostly in his way, but he is not bound by mortal conventions and can slip beneath them. “You have only ever been perfect.”

Hob’s tongue is heavenly and cruel at once; a rolling softness that deftly coaxes at every place that sparks pleasure like Hob is singularly attuned to it.

The plush give of his mouth is enough that Dream distantly wonders if he had reshaped it to only accept him.

He wants to devour Hob whole, if only he might also feel this all-consuming pleasure.

Hob groans softly like he agrees.

“Easy,” Dream praises again, deftly flicking at every buckle and clasp of Hob’s armor with his claws. It all falls away under his whim, clattering indecent to the floor and echoing through the hall. Leaves Hob in just a soft tunic and breeches, and available to his hands and the shadows that ripple around them in pleasure. They shift and pulse in time with his own heartbeat. Grow larger and darker, building up on their own and teaming hungrily around Hob.

The hunger is its own entity, awakening from disuse in his body and ravenous for it.

Shadows pull together, wriggling into tendrils that wrap and caress Hob like a lover.

Dream can feel him shiver and shake, can feel his breathing stutter and deepen. Feels everything his shadows do, awareness split to watch Hob’s head move sinuous and also in the tendrils slipping under fabric and along tacky skin.

Exhales heavy and inexorable as he tips his head back and watches through the shadows that explore the length of Hob’s body, licking in every crease and curl against the tight heat of him.

“Hard for me?” Dream breathes. “Just from being on your knees, just from having your mouth full? Easy.”

“Merely rigor mortis, my lord,” Hob teases, tracing his tongue down.

Dream tightens his fingers in Hob’s hair, pulling warningly. “I gave you life, and I can take it away.”

“Don’t threaten me, I’m into that.”

Dream laughs despite himself, startled, and just as quickly it twists into a moan at the savage spear of tongue against his slit, the way Hob takes him so deep into his mouth he can feel the squeeze of his greedy throat.

“Do you wish to consume me?”

Hob whines, nails digging into his sides, swallowing again.

“Do you wish to take me inside all of you? Or shall I open myself up so your tongue may taste me at my core?”

Images fly fast and desperate behind Hob’s bruised eyelids, saliva pooling and dripping, knees twinging against stone as shadows finger lovingly along the inside of his thighs. Debauchery, and a spine-tingling notion of Dream splitting his cock open so Hob can lap his tongue down the center of it, giving pleasure from inside-out.

“Steady, love,” Dream eases. His claws betray him, digging into the back of straining shoulder blades. Trace slow paths that almost draw blood. “We have eternity yet.”

Dark tendrils tease up to Hob’s hole, laving attention and worming inside.

“Fucking terror,” Hob gasps, pulling back and jamming his face in the crease of Dream’s thigh.

“Just that? They are so small, just curious,” Dream muses, curling fingers through his hair, soothing. “You have taken more. This should be nothing.” Tightens and pulls, yanking Hob’s head back and savoring the electric groan.

“It’s well and truly different, and you know that.” Hob’s already panting. Shifts on his knees, hips hitching into empty air and then back on the mime of fingers. “More?”

Dream lets him have as much as he can take, humming a soft ballad from the thirteenth century as he feeds more to Hob, stretching inside him; another to wrap and squeeze his balls, preventing him from rocking himself to any sort of satisfying end. Savors the choked moan.

He would play with him like this for a century, like a cat does a mouse, toyed with on just the edge of some finality but never letting him have the satisfaction.

“Please,” Hob begs. “Please, anything you like, I will do anything, just—just more. I want to feel you. I need to feel you.”

He’s very lucky that it’s exactly what Dream himself wants. Lucky to be so handsome, to have caught Dream’s affection like the golden-limned muse he is. Lucky that Dream will happily bend time and reality for him.

Will happily help him up from the floor to kneel over Dream’s lap instead, and hold his hands firm for stability as Hob sinks down onto his length with a groan so obscene Dream’s sure it would put a whorehouse to shame.

“Look at you,” Dream purrs, watching every inch of Hob’s face tipped back in rapture. “You take me beautifully, my love.”

Hob laughs, something breathy and aborted, tight around all his edges as he squeezes Dream’s hands in a dozen things unsaid. Squeezes his eyes shut; squeezes around Dream himself, sweat dotting his skin as he takes a blessed moment to get used to the new shape of him remade for Dream’s pleasure.

Or maybe it the other way around, maybe it is Dream who’s been reshaped for Hob, to be used and enjoyed.

Dream continues to watch him, enjoying every detail and shift, as Hob takes his time. Runs sharp claws only somewhat careful up and down Hob’s heaving ribs, keeping his own hips still as Hob begins to rock small circles onto him. Keeps him deep inside, but chasing the little shocks of friction.

“Everything you wanted?”

“More,” Hob says. His thighs flex in an effort to lift and sink back down, building to some rhythm only he knows. It is heaven and hell both to feel him—better than, when he’s experienced both. Would rebuke both for this here, and does with his teeth to Hob’s throat, tasting the pounding of his heart as Hob works himself a little faster.

“And you?” Hob manages to ask.

Dream does not bother with words, just in the tightness of his hands and claws as he drags Hob closer into him, both of them gasping as talons pierce skin.

The dark tendrils are as hungry as ever, sliding around Hob’s skin and covering every inch Dream cannot. Teaming against them both like a desperate creature, jealous for attention. Needy still, despite having tasted Hob already. Maybe wants more for having done so already.

They are part of Dream, after all, and Dream does not think he will ever tire of tasting Hob. Tastes him again in an open kiss, slow and indulgent in contrast to the fast and brutal way Hob fucks himself on him. Tastes every breath and keen that escapes Hob. Tastes Hob’s skin and nipples and cock through the wriggling passes of darkness.

Hob is tight and hot and slick, and Dream buries his face into Hob’s neck, breathing deep and fast, grazing with very sharp teeth. Each press gets closer to breaking skin, and each one makes Hob shake harder.

“Will you give it to me?” Dream rumbles. Teeth and claws dig in so slowly, pressing wrenching gasps from Hob. Shadows build and creep around Hob’s cock, gripping him tight, squeezing in time with his own frantic rocking.

Hob sobs, body tense and face utterly slack in ecstasy. “I’d give you anything.” 

“Just you then,” Dream says. Drags nails down to sink into the writhing dark mass to take Hob’s cock in hand. “Everything. You are everything.”

The smallest, weakest whine escapes Hob. As does a tear, tracking slow down his cheek.

Dream stretches to lick it up, saliva turning sticky as arousal swells. He grips Hob tight all over, free hand gripping his hip to yank him down into a frantic rhythm. Feels his pulse follow suit in the desperation—hears Hob’s do the same—thoughts swirling with the desire to fold Hob over something and well and truly claim him. The desire to hold Hob down and use him as much as Hob himself wants.

Wants most, ridiculously, to make Hob happy. And that is to stay right here and let desire fan the flames of his power until he is growing in size and energy, and still letting Hob curl over top of him as he shouts in painful sharp release.

Dream groans with him, drawing it out of him like spinning yarn, a gentle and thready tug-and-give, taking every shake, every pulse, all the suffusing warmth Hob has in him. Wishes to draw every ounce of damp completion out of him until he is as empty and cold as the armor he likes to wear. The armor still scattered on the floor of the throne’s dais. The sight of it over Hob’s shoulder (scratched, bitten, bleeding) is nearly as loose and erotic as the man still fucking himself on him is.

“Won’t you join me?” Hob gasps. His voice grates and fails him, near hoarse. Keens as he forces himself to tighten around Dream’s cock, trying to milk pleasure out of him. Hob is so tired. Dream can feel it. His exhaustion. His pleasure. His satisfaction. His greediness as his muscles spasm and twitch with continued stimulation. “You’ve made me feel so good, love. Won’t you let me do the same? Please.”

It wobbles. The word or Hob’s voice, or maybe Hob’s grasp on rationality.

Dream only hums. Loosens his grip on hip and cock both, softening to hold and stroke featherlight. “You are tired.”

Hob shakes his head. Resumes languid rolling of his hips.

“You might hurt yourself, continuing like this.”

“You will fix me,” Hob argues. Stubborn in life and death both.

“You are charming.”

Hob manages a breathy laugh. His expression tightens, eyes squeezed shut in focus. “If you don’t come inside me right now—”

Dream bites his lip, cutting it off neatly. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t. Just…” Rolls words around in his mouth, leaning back against the throne, watching Hob refuse to still.

The dark tendrils, pesky things, help him. Wrap around his waist and curl at his back, stabilizing him, keeping him from tumbling either direction.

“Not yet,” Dream decides.

Hob chokes on a whine, posture shooting ramrod straight as the layers of ridges on Dream’s cock expand outward. Just enough to keep him locked in place.

“You wanted something new to play with,” Dream reminds him, running claws through sweat-soaked hair. “Who am I to cut your fun short?”

[starflungwaddledee]

Ok so I read awtdy au stuff in order according to a link you made and it gave me so many questions.

Like when exactly did they swap in the new timeline? Because it can’t be from their beginnings as Meta wouldn’t be sealed for the being too powerful like Galacta was so unless you can give another reason for the sealing then Meta shouldn’t be sealed if it was at that time. And other times have other complications due to be not being swapped from the beginning.

I know Gooey’s definitely dead because come on we know how Galacta’s been raising Kirby and while I am mildly displeased at Galacta causing the death of what I consider a very interesting character I know it definitely happens.

I know Necrodeus’s ambush on Kirby in the original time line definitely is a surprise for Galacta when it happens in the altered one as there is absolutely no reason for him to know it happens because why would he. He wasn’t summoned during the events of the game and who would know it that ambush happens? Marx definitely doesn’t know because come on why would he. Bandana dee probably know about from what Kirby told him during the original but as during the ambush no one was with Kirby; Bandana dee wouldn’t know what exactly happened like the exact when or where.

Does Stardream and other Ancient made stuff know of the timeline altering? Because I personally find it kinda weird if they don’t remember and that Galacta doesn’t use this chance to get another wish for something.

I hope that Galacta since he is more ruthless doesn’t kill Kracko after Kirby fights him. Because the Kracko has a kid named Kracko Jr. I am kinda finding some humor in that Galacta, the guy with a attack that has heart shape on it, is so heartless. Anyways I have liked the story.

okay, this is a pretty long ask with a lot of questions; i'll answer what i can! to start with, here's a basic timeline breakdown which will hopefully help:

the rest will be mostly text answers with one little drawing at the end!

when did they swap? how did meta knight get sealed?

during the events of the haltmann invasion. there is a little bit of wifflewaffle 'what's canon' here, but we adjusted the canon ending of robobot a tiny bit to allow galacta knight to appear (as he does in Meta Knightmare Returns) and for him to defeat meta knight and make a wish on star dream. galacta knight wished for them to trade places; for meta knight to go into the crystal and for himself to be sent to popstar to enjoy meta knight's life. he did this to ensure his own escape and also to make meta knight suffer. strength, power, or being 'the greatest warrior in the galaxy' didn't factor into this in any way; the crystal is a magical prison and doesn't care who it's holding.

is ____ character dead?

probably. sorry. this is not a lighthearted AU and galacta knight purposefully seeks out and eliminates kirby's allies in order to isolate him. there is a happy "everybody lives" ending, but if the (mostly temporary) existence of all this character death or the absence of your specific faves for any reason upsets you, then you do not need to read this au! gooey in particular was actually already asked after in the comments section of this post! <- (cw: lying and psychological manipulation)

what about (events in non-mainline games)?

this au is dreamland four centric (+ magolor) and tends to follow the mainline games more than others. none the less, in response to Mass Attack in particular: this occurs right before galacta knight's entry point. so there's a chance that it would have been over before he even got there

would galacta knight know about (event)?

i really like the attention to detail you thought about on whether he is or isn't summoned or present in certain in-game timelines! however for the sake of this au, there is a headcanon in place that galacta knight exists atemporally and outside of time, and has done for longer than many people can fathom. he can see and interact with events from timelines and dimensions to his liking; he was inhibited on doing this by being trapped in the crystal this is implied a little in the ending of the another dimension fight comic, where he tells meta knight "to watch". from within the crystal, meta knight can see all of this new timeline unfolding, because the crystal is turning him into an atemporal being as well. there is also a specific connection between him and galacta knight at play, but rest assured; galacta knight is simply obsessed with meta knight's timeline and if he had arrived before necrodeus's ambush he would most certainly have been expecting it and would probably have just not let kirby take a nap that day.

what about what other characters know?

bandee knows what he's experienced first hand, and what kirby's told him. so sure, he'd know about necrodeus- and other adventures before his time- second hand from kirby. marx (who is not present in base awtdy au) is also caught up by the "here's the new rules of the universe! this guy was always here!" that occurs when galacta knight assumes meta knight's place. however, he is capable of noticing that meta knight is missing because meta knight is part of galactic nova's timeline, and so he can put two and two together. if the wish had removed anyone else, marx would not have been able to tell. he is however very smart and extremely attentive, and does have ways to notice other shit happening; which is how he clues in during the clockwork heart variant of this au.

galacta knight heart motifs vs heartlessness

not really a question but yeah, it's delicious isn't it? this is why i love him as an eldritch, unfathomably relentless and unstoppable villain lmao. i actually find the version of him we have created in our heads so compelling and interesting; we have bucketloads of characterisation for him if anyone's ever interested!

wouldn't galacta knight try to get another wish?

have never said he is not trying to do this

does stardream or any other ancient made stuff know about the timeline altering?

the answers to this are important actually and tie into our headcanons for the wishing stars and how they work. stardream knows because it powered the wish. galactic nova does not know because the wish was not made by her; also she just doesn't care. several other ancient artifacts don't know, but have the means to figure it out. some definitely remember better times, though:

[sortanonymous]

A vent about my uncertain writing (distant) future that really doesn't matter much

You know, it's weird whenever I think about what I could write after Meta Knightmare is over (which I'll just say that I know when that ending will come). I mean I could just eek out some more side stuff, some of which I've wanted to make for a while (might even include some Kirby stuff not connected to MKM), and I would like to make YouTube videos of whatever I want instead of just lounging on AO3 forever. But I keep thinking up ideas of fics I could make for other things I love like Steven Universe and especially Angry Birds (definitely have some thoughts for the latter). At the same time though, with what ideas I have for those, I'm worried that it would just be too much like a retread of Meta Knightmare. I might just make another action-tinted dramedy filled with so many crazy AU ideas with varying amounts of canon compliance that it borders on crackfic, yet tons of heart and found family stuff at the same time. Who knows if I'd even move on past the outline format? Granted, I love using those tropes with Kirby, but I'm worried that if I apply it to those other things, then I may as well just be writing Meta Knightmare again but with a new coat of paint like it's a new LEGO game. Not to mention that it feels comfortable with Kirby because not only is there plenty of material in the base games, but the lore is so extensive while leaving plenty of stuff wide open to the point where even flipping fundamental canon on its head feels suprisingly alright. But while Angry Birds has the characters to potentially work in my style, the world and stuff is nowhere near as extensive to have an easy time fitting into something good unless I try to just rip off the movie or maybe go straight for Angry Birds Stella (which I love, but I'd like to give the main flock some love first, especially the found family idea with ALL OF THEM, even the more forgotten ones). Steven Universe, which I haven't even thought that much about, kinda has the opposite problem in that while it has tons of lore, it's largely open and shut in a way that it isn't that fun to imagine changes to it. Not to mention that even if I tried some of that family theme stuff, a lot of that in my existing work is kinda inspired heavily by SU in the first place. It'd be kinda like if a growing rock band with heavy inspiration from the Beatles tried covering the Beatles and trying to make it sound way different from either of them while still respecting the feel of the originals. Good luck with that. (Admittedly though, I did just come up with a Spinel AU idea that absolutely blew my mind, but I'm not so sure if I'll still have the mood for it by the time MKM's over, which won't be for quite a while. I might just throw it out there for someone else to write in the comments if anyone asks.)

Why am I even talking about this? I've got 12 of the 26 chapters of MKMIII left to write with 4 already published! If I'm no more than halfway through my first fanfic project, then maybe I shouldn't be thinking just yet about my next project. Also now Magolor's in the fic and with how much Magolor instantly makes fans flock to any fic, I may as well bask in the hits while I can! A big thank you to my readers, by the way!

[necrosin]

inside knightmare frames, the world narrows. they're stuffy, annoying things, as far as she's concerned —— uncomfortable to say the least, but effective. until they fall from the sky and crash to the ground and other inconvenient things, only good for breaking a fall, at that rate. she's gotten used to falling / gotten used to a lot of things, really / death and dying and drowning and burning and exploding, imploding, everything in between. none of it has any effect on her, really, other than the fleeting idea that oh, if only, but the thought is there and gone again, as ineffectual as a butterfly caught in a spiderweb.

still : climbing out of wreckage is time consuming and annoying. and also necessary. immortality does not come with an easy and convenient way of getting the body out of situations that could destroy it, if given time and patience, so she always has to do it the hard and arduous way, shoving aside bits of wreckage and filth, palms splitting on sharp metal, sighing to herself all the while —— but, look at that, amusement has arrived in the form of a KNIGHTLY MAN / well, not quite a man, but not quite a boy, either. always carrying himself with straight shoulders and a halfway stern expression, ready to rescue at any time, and there's that look on his face : that expectant one, that furrow to his brow, an outstretched hand.

it threatens at being funny and she smiles humorlessly, ignoring his offer as she picks across the wreckage. something in her body hurts, maybe it's that her leg is in a strange position, but oh well. it's nothing that won't be fixed in, hmm, a few minutes or so. ❝ i can take care of myself, you know, ❞ she says lightly, glancing down at her leg with intense disinterest for the blood and weird positioning and lack of ability to bear weight on it and whatnot. ❝ go on, now, shoo, ❞ she waves him off, bored but not that bored.

a sigh, as if pulled from @spirestar's soul, a shake of his head. ❝ just take my arm, at the least, ❞ so persistent !! she supposes that knights in fairy tales are always quite persistent / how else would they ever get the girl, after all?

she glances at him, head tilting, hair falling around her / his arm is still outstretched because he's deeply predictable, almost laughably so. he's such a bleeding heart, always willing and ready to throw anything and everything aside to play at being the hero, even if he doesn't see it that way. conviction and determination have little effect on her unless it has anything at all to do with her own goal, passion and drive lost on her entirely if it doesn't suit her needs. not a one of kururugi suzaku's traits moves her, stirs her, brings her long dead heart to motion ; but that's hardly something she can expect of him.

❝ you should learn when to take no for an answer, ❞ delivered with a sigh, a sway of her head, her leg moving slightly and hurting. hurt is always so far off, distant, remote. still : her hand settles in the crook of his elbow ; a curiosity moreso than anything else / she reaches up to gather heavy hair in her free hand, lifting it from the back of her neck, twisting it / strands falling heavy. ❝ some people don't want to be helped. ❞ like you, she doesn't say aloud / the implication heavy in her tone / in the way her gaze settles only to move away once more.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON.

[lloydasspound]

Fellow Lloyd enjoyer!! You should share your Lloyd HCs/any other Lloyd/Code Geass stuff you’ve had on your mind but haven’t had an excuse to put out there!

HAIII. HAIIII I have so so sooo many lloyd thoughts that asking me to just pick some is liek a needle in a haystack but ummm ummmmm if we go from most basic hcs to weirder its like.

He is soooo autistic!!! He is aro to mee. He has really bad hearing from being around all these loud ass fighting robots all day (and knows sign language to compensate in his personal life but no one at work bothers bcuz everyone hates him). Absolutely illegible handwriting (ignoring that one time that he has a beautiful signature) but he's kind of not bad at drawing from making blueprints and stuff (but does NOT understand average art bcuz he can't fathom the emotions surrounding it). Overworks himself a lot, although this is literally canon now bcuz of lost stories like WOW all those lines about working through the night until his body forces him to take a nap gave me permanent brain damage!! Similarly, the fact that he gets shakey hands is another hc turned canon in lost stories but they say its bcuz he gets cold I say its bcuz hes ill and tired and killing his body. Also I think he is actually very warm to touch and not cold!!! Ceciles cooking actually tastes great and lloyds just the insane one in the scenario. He is a bit of a history nerd in his free time!!!! (He named his robot lancelot he named his fuckign dream project number 1 robot lancelot like omfg) I think he secretly knows how to pilot a knightmare and has his own pilot suit stashed away, he just doesn't do it bcuz code geass are cowards. He needs glasses but his vision is not that bad!! He's the type to take his glasses off to read/when he's focused (arguably kind offffff confirmed? The one times we've seen him with a book is with his glasses off technically!!! (LLOYD BDAY CARD I LOVE YOU LLOYD BDAY CARD YOU ARE EVERYTHING TO ME.)) Even though he's rich he doesn't really like servants/basically prefers to do everything himself but also he's fuckign shit at taking care of himself so actually nothing gets done and his place is a mess. Subject to migraines occasionally. Cannot drive. His hair is greasy as hell. Kind of bad hygiene but he never smells Bad, he smells very sanitary or like that weird fake metal smell. He needs to be hurled into the sun.

Other Lloyd thoughts include that his lost stories bday card was still very very Good (understatement) and that's never leaving my mind and they should make a 3* of him. His dialouge there sucks tho. I hope he has the most absurd mention in Roze. He does not deserve the amount of in canon hate he gets at all bcuz literally nothing he does is that bad. Miyahara tatsumi lloyd is peak lloyd. I want him to die

There is definitely more but I hope this is enough!!!! xoxo

(I have nothing to say abt code geass bcuz I hate that show this is lloydasspound not codegeasspound♡)

[genesic-archives]

Nunnally's Halloween Ch 3-2: Hunting Ghost

This is the second section of the third chapter of 'Nunnally's Halloween'. This chapter continues the grand Halloween Party from the previous chapter.

Previous Section - Next Section - All Story Sections

(AN: If you're reading this in future this doesn't apply to you; I accidentally mistranslated some words in previous chapters and went back to fix it. If you've been reading this as it's been ongoing I offer my deepest apologies both for this story taking so long and for this minor slip up. Here's the small corrections I have made so you don't feel as confused:

'Entei Toju' is the name for Hong Yu's spear, which is a magical weapon that can produce fire which is called a 'Knightmare' within the story. I haven't started translating that story yet so I was unaware and just thought they meant the Knightmare mechas from the original anime.

During the meeting where they discussed looking for instruments, I accidentally translated 'koto' as 'piano' because I thought they were referring to the Chinese character for some reason [never translate at 3 am i guess TT]. A Koto is a Japanese string instrument somewhat similar to the guqin they mentioned in the story. )

We continue our story right where we left off with Lelouch barking orders from the kitchen.

Lelouch: Notify every member. Shift the progression into the third phase! Start acting quickly so we can stay on schedule! 

We then cut back to the party hall.

Hong Yu: On it! Let’s go, Liu Ki! 

Liu Ki: Got that, big brother! 

Gigi: Alright, may all party members please put your attention right at the center of the venue! The big cooking show is about to start! 

Nunnally: In preparation for the show, Al will be setting up a large iron plate on a pedestal in the venue’s center. Thank you all for your cooperation.

Al shoves a couple ghosts out of the way to move what should be a massive portable cooking pot.

Al: Woah, ‘scuse me… Yes, please move away! Big iron plate passing through! Alright, the iron plate installation is complete!

Liu Ki: Thank you so much, Al. Brother, I finished arranging the ingredients! 

Hong Yu: Alright, let’s get started!

Hong Yu proceeds to yell the spell he uses to utilize his Knightmare Treasure (spear) as if he is within a battle.

Hong Yu: Ignite, 'Entei Toju'! The fierce tiger of the Crimson Lotus has manifested in the name of Hong Yu! A flash of a fierce tiger! A blaze o-

Liu Ki: Brother, these flames are only for cooking. Don’t get so fired up over it. 

Hong Yu: …Huh? Then what should I do? It feels weird to summon flames without my spell technique. Fire…blaze of fire; no, there’s no technique... 

Al: The technique you had was fine, just ignite it well as soon as possible! 

Hong Yu: Yeaah! These flames have a nice feel to them! 

Flames appear on the floor of the hall, implying the pot was properly ignited.

Al: Wow! That was a nice one!! Okay, with this firepower, we should get cooking in no time! 

Lelouch (internal thoughts): What’s going on with the Jack-O’-Lantern…

Jack O’ Lantern: ……

Lelouch (internal thoughts): He's staring at the fire, not moving, hmm. We're just one step away from the climax of the party's excitement.

Liu Ki: Looks like you’re alright now, brother. 

Hong Yu: Yup! Hehe, I never thought a Knightmare Treasure could be utilized this way. 

Gigi: Chinese cuisine with the overwhelming power of blazing flames! It was truly an authentic and splendid skill by the sibling duo Hong Yu and Liu Ki! 

Nunnally: If you like the food you just saw get prepared, Al over here will be serving this dish to you all. Please take the opportunity to enjoy it to the fullest. 

Al: Yup, freshly grilled hot pot dishes are here! It’s very hot, so be careful! 

Lelouch: Alright, P1 will continue distributing foods. However… 

Al: I understand. Oh, ‘if you spread any rumors…! The ghosts will try to mess with you, so be careful’, right? 

Lelouch : You got it. I’m counting on you, P1. Put N1 and N2 into Pattern DELTA. 

Hong Yu: Ho-kay, now the real thing begins. Think you got it, Liu Ki? 

Liu Ki: It’ll be no problem. I’ll just be playing the koto here. 

Hong Yu: Then let’s get right to it! 

The 'My Room' music stars up in the background, implying Liu Ki started playing the koto. The song itself doesn't seem to have a koto part within it, but I guess they didn't have the budget to get another song.

Nunnally: What a beautiful melody… 

Gigi: Yeah, her playing sounds gorgeous and powerful… Along with that, Hong Yu’s dancing is also amazing. 

Hong Yu: Hey, what’s the matter, do you just wanna watch me? Let’s all dance together!

2 ghosts appear behind him, seeming to join in the traditional Chinese dance Hong Yu was doing to the music.

Gigi: Ah, the ghosts started dancing too… Kind of? I’m unfamiliar with this kind of dance, but the ghosts seem to enjoy it! 

Al (internal thoughts): I’m not sure what it is, but this feels more like a campfire than a Halloween party.

Nunnally: As long as the ghosts are having fun, then that’s all that really matters. 

Gigi: Heehee. Nunna-chan, I’m so glad you’re having fun too. 

Nunnally: Ah, I did it… Again…

Lelouch then walks over to talk with Nunnally and Gigi.

Lelouch: Hong Yu and the others seem to be doing well. 

Al: Huh? Is the kitchen holding up alright? 

Lelouch: I used up all the ingredients I had for Hong Yu earlier. It’s canceled now. 

Nunnally: Thank you for all your hard work, big brother. 

Lelouch: Yeah, and thanks for yours Nunnally. It was a nice and polite process. 

Gigi: Heey, I did my best too y’know. 

Lelouch: Yes yes, you all have done a lot of work. However, we can’t give up just yet. This is the final phase of our grand finale. 

Al: Are Liu Ki and Hong Yu going to be alright? Everyone seems to have fallen in love with Hong Yu’s dancing. 

Lelouch: Yea… Even so, I was a little shocked. 

Gigi: Huh? By what? 

Lelouch: I knew Liu Ki was good at the koto, but I didn’t know Hong Yu was such a good dancer… 

We then cut to Liu Ki with Hong Yu and the ghosts dancing, along with the Jack O' Lantern hiding in the back menacingly.

Nunnally: Hong Yu dancing while Liu Ki plays the koto… Goodness, I’m a little jealous. 

Lelouch: Nunnally… Right, wasn’t there definitely a piano in Fimbulwinter? 

Al: Huh? Yeah. There’s a grand piano sitting alone in an empty field. 

Lelouch: What do you think, Nunnally? When we get back to Fimbulwinter, why don’t we play a duet for the first time in a while? 

Nunnally: Huh? Are you sure it's alright? 

The Jack O' Lantern shakes violently in the back.

Al: What the- it looks like the Jack O’ Lantern has moved. 

Nunnally: I’m so happy, big brother. 

Gigi: Oooh. Things seem to be improving somehow, so Gigi-chan would like to support this. 

Al: Are you thinking up something crazy again? 

Gigi: Nope. All Gigi-chan does is give a single push. It just triggers a chance. 

Al: What triggered this chance? 

Gigi: With this, Lelouch can now be thrown into the dancing circle! 

Lelouch: Huh! No, I… 

A violent rumble sounds off as Gigi shoves him onto the floor, Lelouch now disappearing out of sight.

Al: I see it now. If we’re gonna liven up the party, we have to dance too! 

Gigi: That’s the spirit! Come on, we’re going too, Nunna-chan! 

Nunnally: I-I’m going with you? 

Gigi: Well, of course! If we all need to have the same excitement, we’ll be missing out if someone doesn't dance. 

Hong Yu: Lelouch, you guys, over here! Looks like you all came to dance too! 

Lelouch: Damn! It can’t be helped if this happens. This is my first time seeing a classic Chinese dance… 

Lelouch then shakes along as he tries to copy the others' dancing.

Gigi: Huuh!? Lelouch, yo-you’re such a good dancer…! 

Hong Yu: Lelouch, you got this! Liu Sou always tried to get into dancing but he was no good. 

Lelouch: I am part of the royal family.. My mother trained me when I was very little. 

(AN: I don't think he learned traditional Chinese dances in particular, but I do remember hearing somewhere that he probably was taught ballet as a child along with the piano alongside his sister like previously mentioned which I guess here they explicitly state was by Marianne.)

Al: Wow, you’re no good at sports, so I guessed that you’re no good at dancing either… 

Lelouch: That’s naturally rude. More than that… 

Hong Yu: Oh, the ghosts became more active a while ago. I think it’s almost time for the climax. 

Liu Ki: Well then, how about this!? 

Nunnally: Did the music’s rhythm get faster? 

Gigi: This is soo exciting! 

The Jack O' Lantern growls in the back ominously.

Lelouch: Well, how about this, Jack O’ Lantern!

The Jack O' Lantern once again shakes furiously.

Al: Huh? 

Gigi: Huh? What? What? 

Crumbling noises proceed to fill the air as the room gets a little darker.

Al: The Jack O’ Lantern is…! 

Nunnally: …!? 

[anothertroy]

spoiler free baldur's gate 3 thoughts because it's occupying about 40% of my whole brain right now

I went on one (1) date one (1) time with a man who called himself Kelemvor and I always thought he made that name up so when I tell you I almost astral projected out of my body when I saw the name come up in the lore of this game as the Lord of Death. this Kelemvor was not the Lord of Death. he was the Lord of calling me up every couple of months to tell me everything he and his boyfriend had purchased at Ikea, in great detail and at prodigious length. there was not a second date

weird as fuck to find out my favourite characters are people I had literally never even seen cross my dash once while everyone's faves are people I can't fuckin stand

when will I ever learn that no matter how painstakingly I walk my player character around every trap, patch of acid, flaming dirt mound or other hazard, immediately everyone else in my party will walk straight into all of it and blow themselves up (especially Gale)

it is a CRIME that I can't romance this one bard. it is 2024 I think you should be able to romance any adult in the whole video game world

I am beginning to think Baldur's Gate the city is a myth. everyone speaks about it like the promised land. any time anyone mentions it one of us is like 'oh, Baldur's Gate, huh? and is the Baldur's Gate in the room with us right now?'

yet again no matter my determination to not do this I have ended up playing all the Please Don't Be Mad At Me I Have Abusive Parents dialogue choices. can't wait to get that out of my system and then make a new character who's a psychotic half elf who just wants to watch the world burn

unreasonably funny to make a group of people refresh themselves overnight using like 20 potatoes, 10 bottles of wine and an orange. I have to say the collecting food aspect of this game makes me feel like I am on an episode of Knightmare and that literally couldn't be more ideal

have been playing for over 50 hours. yet to meet one single heterosexual

[harleyacoincidence]

I was tagged by @the-down-upside-finch in a game about how your characters from different WIPs would judge each other. I have a nice bunch of dramatic people, so this should be interesting. The post I was tagged in is here. The link to the original post is here.

Tagging (with no pressure): @aziz-reads @olivescales3 @galactic-knightmare and anyone who would like to join!

Here we go, get ready for a long one:

Characters I will be using:

Hadeon, Time, Hemlock, Lawrence, Alodar Dresden, Selene Hargrave, Blaise, Ferphasia, Bridget, and Lilin.

Hadeon’s Opinions:

Time:

Pretentious hipster with the IQ of a granite countertop. 

Dispose of immediately.

Hemlock: 

Respectable powers and use of them.

Disgusting tendencies.

Lawrence:

Annoying.

Dispose of immediately.

Alodar:

A little too goth, but excellent strategies and thought processes.

Commune with more often.

Selene:

Lovely sense of humour, quite reasonable.

Spend time with more often.

Blaise:

HOW IS HE NOT DEAD?!

Permanently dispose of as soon as possible.

Ferphasia:

Impressive powers and dedication to beliefs and values, but too cutesy.

Leave alone.

Bridget:

Reasonable, interesting powers.

Commune with to cause chaos and commit crimes.

Lilin:

Got what she deserved.

To be forgotten.

Time’s Opinions:

Hadeon:

A bit too rude.

Avoid if possible.

Hemlock:

Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope.

Avoid being spotted by him at all costs.

Lawrence:

Self-absorbed idiot.

Keep on hit list.

Alodar:

Unconcerned.

Who cares?

Selene:

A possible threat.

Avoid or be written into fanfiction.

Blaise:

Relatable, but childish and annoying.

Avoid this brat.

Ferphasia:

Valiant, with good intentions.

Leave alone for now.

Bridget:

Too short-tempered.

Avoid indefinitely.

Lilin:

Who??

What??

Hemlock’s Opinions

Hadeon:

Very reasonable, quite respectable.

Commune with more often.

Time:

A moron and a coward.

Kill as soon as possible.

Lawrence:

YES! KILL!

[crowd cheers]

Alodar:

Decent, if a little too goth.

Leave alone.

Selene:

Decent, if a little concerning.

Convince to not write fanfiction.

Blaise:

Bratty.

Avoid or kill on sight.

Ferphasia:

Needs to pick up on Jade’s hints.

Set up on a date with Jade.

Bridget:

Fun to be around, if a little too fiery.

Leave be.

Lilin:

A failure of a demon.

Avoid.

Lawrence’s Opinions:

Hadeon:

Nice ranking, terrible personality.

Avoid due to the rumour about his weapon.

Time:

Who?

Where?

Hemlock:

Just no.

Avoid at all costs, even for scams.

Alodar:

Not really all that interesting or important.

Scam if possible.

Selene:

Truly terrifying.

Avoid at all costs.

Blaise:

Stylish and relatable, but too low-ranking.

Leave alone.

Ferphasia:

Lovely to deal with.

Commune with more often.

Bridget:

Too dangerous, inferior as well.

Avoid unless scamming.

Lilin:

Boring, inferior.

Avoid.

Alodar’s Opinions

Hadeon:

Ask for advice on keeping hostages.

Meet up with more frequently.

Time:

Good sense of style, a bit of a crybaby.

I’ve never seen this dude in my life and do not intend to again.

Hemlock:

Too similar to my patron.

Run.

Lawrence:

Oh my God, do you ever shut up?

Avoid.

Selene:

My worst nightmare.

Avoid to keep fanfics shipping me and Grokk together from coming into existence.

Blaise:

Annoying.

Traumatize or attempt to kill.

Ferphasia:

Me, but worse.

Ehh?

Bridget:

Very fun to be around.

Spend time together more often.

Lilin:

An understandable person, and quite sophisticated.

Consider meeting again.

Selene's Opinions:

Hadeon:

Bestie!!

WRITE FANFICTION WITH HIM IN IT-

Time:

No thanks.

Bye.

Hemlock:

WTF???

Put in the soup of death.

Lawrence:

I get you, but you're annoying and weird.

Avoid.

Alodar:

Now this is a man perfect for my latest angst work.

Interview subtly to learn more about him and how he works.

Blaise:

Who?

Stupid name.

Ferphasia:

Your opinions are correct.

Attempt to hang out without making it weird.

Bridget:

THANK YOU FOR EXISTING!

Interact with more often, if schedules allow.

Lilin:

Oh no, not her again.

DEATH!

Blaise's Opinions:

Hadeon:

I'm going to get you in trouble for so much.

GIVE ME YOUR RANK! NOW!

Time:

OMG! You're me! But better!

How do I become you.

Hemlock:

I idolize you.

Convince him to teach of his ways.

Lawrence:

You are me. But in a different colour of suit.

Boring? Kind of?

Alodar:

You are just some edgelord.

Leave alone.

Selene:

OH GOD, NOT HER-

RUN!

Ferphasia:

How are you this nice and this powerful? Are you stupid?

Avoid. She'll make me go soft.

Bridget:

I can get behind your anger and your power.

Kind of useless otherwise.

Lilin:

Didn't you die years ago?

Leave alone???

Ferphasia's Opinions:

Hadeon:

You, sir, need help.

Avoid.

Time:

This guy exists?

Huh?

Hemlock:

You're my girlfriend's brother, but I personally don't like you.

Avoid, or banish.

Lawrence:

OMG BESTIE!!

Consider holding another festival in order to work with him again.

Alodar:

You need therapy and someone to get rid of your patron.

Send him help.

Selene:

You are quite noble.

You are free to write fanfiction about me, but please keep it light.

Blaise:

Why do you exist?

Avoid.

Bridget:

You're nice when you're not too angry.

Leave in peace.

Lilin:

Who?

What?

Bridget's Opinions:

Hadeon:

You're a bit too violent, but you're alright.

No comment.

Time:

No thanks.

Avoid.

Hemlock:

Heck no, get him away from me.

Avoid.

Lawrence:

I mean, he's alright.

Nothing too special.

Alodar:

You need some actual help.

Send to Ferphasia, Kari, or even Kenzo.

Selene:

I respect your determination.

Don't let anyone tell you what you can or can't do.

Blaise:

Annoying little ant.

Avoid or destroy.

Ferphasia:

You're pretty nice.

No comment.

Lilin:

Eh, you're nothing out of the ordinary.

Leave alone.

Lilin's Opinions:

Hadeon:

Selfish, but extremely powerful.

Avoid, unless you want to get destroyed again.

Time

No thanks.

Avoid.

Hemlock

You'd make a great demon.

Stay away from me.

Lawrence:

You are a sad excuse for a minor antagonist.

KILL!

Alodar:

You're relatable.

Leave in peace.

Selene:

nO-

RUN, BEFORE SHE MAKES ANOTHER FANFICTION!

Blaise:

I wish I could have joined you.

Interact with?

Ferphasia:

Annoyingly sweet.

Leave alone.

Bridget:

Feminism win! Let's have Girl's Night.

Interact with, unless she's angry.

Pretty sure I got everyone. Let me know if I missed someone in the order.

[kachikirby]

Oh we posting hot takes now?

-Magolor needs to be bullied more.

-Hal should never make any Kirby ships canon. What makes Kirby special imo is that there is not concrete romantic relationships, especially when it seems like every other series has them and trying to make one canon would honestly ruin that and people's imaginations.

-As basic bitch as it is, Sword is the most perfect Copy Ability.

-The Meta Knightmare theory is baby's first Kirby headcanon (but that's ok)

-People need to make more OCs based on existing Kirby enemies outside of Waddle Dees. I thought it was weird that I was like one of the only people to have a Knuckle Joe-based OC and a few Bio Spark-based OCs.

My AU is a deconstruction of the Kirby Saga as a whole

Only hot takes are allowed in this channel

[dededaio]

Meta Knight suffers from guilt

Or, at least, used to and is getting better.

You see, Meta Knight was one of those characters that were kind of weird to me.

With the main cast of Kirby you can notice small but notable development for each, with King Dedede's arc being most obvious.

Bandana Dee goes from a joke boss fight into very capable fighter on par with Kirby, Meta Knight and Dedede.

Kirby goes from impulsive brat into more considerate polite child that tries to see the best in everyone.

But what is Meta Knight's deal? At first he was aloof mentor-like figure, then he tried to take over Dream Land and then like 10+ years later he is one of the Kirby's closest friends?

What, how, what did we miss?

I'm not sure if it's intentional or not, but I feel like even if it's accidental, we can paint a clear picture of Meta Knight's development that makes shocking amount of sense.

So, we all know Revenge of Meta Knight. This weird game where Meta Knight just woke up and chose violence.

In my headcanon this is actually his first appearance in the series (his reaction on events of Dream Land 1/Spring Breeze), but my analysis works with both that headcanon and more accepted timeline that it's a sequel to his debut in Adventure.

You see, Meta Knight didn't take his loss there very well. But not because he's a sore loser. But because he felt like failed his men.

This entire operation came crushing down which badly affected his spirit. Which not only affected him because he couldn't realize his ambitions, but also because he put people that were his comrades into danger and he could do barely anything about it.

Notice how in every appearance after "Revenge" until Return to Dream Land, Meta Knight effectively works only... by himself.

He rushes to try save the day on his own, without asking for help either from Meta Knights or Kirby or Dedede,

which, in the end, ends up being his hubris.

In The Amazing Mirror he gets sealed off by Dark Meta Knight. In Squeak Squad he accidentally puts everyone into even bigger danger by not telling Kirby the truth about the treasure chest.

Meta Knight tries to atone for his actions, both to help Dream Land and to prove that he's capable, but refusing to take any assistance like he used to, only led to him facing failures time and time again.

Everything changes by Return of Dream Land, where, per chance, he gets to become part of Kirby's close inner circle.

He seems to genuinely enjoy his company with them and this is the first time in a long time, his efforts actually succeeded.

Meta Knight started to learn that maybe, giving teamwork another go is not a bad idea.

Of course, he returns to his old habits, in Planet Robobot, where he gets badly beat down by Haltmann Works Company, but there, I feel like he acted by himself out of desperation, rather than because he genuinely didn't want anyone's help.

He easily teamed up with Kirby in the climax and assisted him with Halberd.

Noting, that this game is also the first time in a WHILE where Meta Knight was seen with Meta Knights again, even if it was for brief optional attack in Meta-Knightmare Returns. I feel like this still means, that he's more willing to take their help than he used to in the past years.

It all culminates in Star Allies, where Meta Knight's boss fight has a subtitle "a lone swordsman" which is... Confusing, to say the least. Like even if you disregard the fact that he's friends with Kirby, Dedede and Bandee for years at this point, how the hell is he lonely if he has entire fleet?

When it clicks that this is not his *actual* subtitle he would have if he fought out of his own free will. Jamba Hearts influence brings out the worst in people, and in Meta Knight's case it's his "wild side" and refusal to give teamwork another thought. He literally creates clones of himself to fight Kirby's friends.

His obsession with depending on himself reached levels of insanity during that fight.

But I think, after looking at the darkest corners of his own personality back then, Meta Knight realized a few things.

Which leads us to... Kirby Fighters 2. Where we see literally the MOST teamwork Meta Knight ever showcased since Revenge of Meta Knight where he worked coordinated with his crew.

I feel like this is a preview of things to come. Meta Knight is getting over his guilt over things that happened a while ago and finally gets to be more vulnerable and depend on others. Kirby, Bandana Dee, Dedede and Meta Knight were called "friends" since 2011, when Return to Dream Land first released, but we hardly see that in games proper.

I feel like this will soon start to change and Kirby Fighters 2's story mode was only a taste of the future.

[linkandorf]

Sword Knight!

Another sword-wielding knight, huh? Blade Knight and Sword Knight were introduced together in the same game, but after their original appearances, they'd more often appear separately. While Blade Knight would reappear in Kirby Super Star, Sword Knight would take the spotlight in the Gamecube, GBA, and DS era, appearing in Air Ride, Amazing Mirror, and Squeak Squad. Since this is when I grew up with Kirby, I've always known Sword Knight as the main Sword enemy! In Return to Dream Land onwards, Blade Knight would reappear as Sword's main representative, BUT there's one other really fun Sword Knight reappearance I haven't mentioned, which is Super Star's very own remake! In Super Star Ultra, Sword Knight returns as a Revenge of the King exclusive enemy, replacing Blade Knight, but they also appear as a special Helper in Meta Knightmare Ultra! Meta Knight is able to summon both Blade Knight and Sword Knight as his helpers. This is based on their roles in the anime, where they appear as Meta Knight's main henchmen. This is also the case in certain other media, such as the novels, where Blade and Sword are even higher ranking than the other Meta-Knights! And yet in the games they're just simple enemies... as a Helper, Sword Knight is basically the same as Blade Knight, but they gain Meta Knight's upwards slash move. So that's neat! Oh and as for my own thoughts on Sword Knight, I love them! I do personally like them more than Blade Knight, but I moreso really like them as a duo. Sword Knight's helmet is so weird but so memorable because of it. I wanna play it like a percussion instrument with mallets.

[nightbringer24]

I think it's a given that any mecha anime will include some reference, whole or partial, to Gundam. It's just how it goes.

The manga, Oz the Reflection, deals for a time in the Homeland (aka American Britannia, for those who don't know) and it's... weird. They have roller derby with Knightmares. It's as insane as it sounds.

Controversial, but I think the move was good. Lelouch always thought he was in perfect control, and it's his main character flaw that lack of control makes him flip his lid, so to have his Geass go off like that, assuming that it did the same with all Geass users who used it too much (looking at Mao), then him overdoing it and getting Euphie under his control is a perfectly fine story choice. Still... poor girl did not deserve that fate.

@knightoflodis replied to your post “Code Geass was definitely... an anime.”:

I think I watched one episode and absolutely hated it. Well. I hated the characters and story. I LOVED the mecha. Which saddened me because that meant that cool mechs were trapped in a show I didn’t like. Also. Kind of annoyed me that every mechs recommendation list had this show and everyone loved it and praised it.

​It is one of those anime that you need to follow the three episode rule.

I like it because it's a show that doesn't wholly know what it wants to be: either a gritty psychological drama set during war time... or a mecha anime. But I think it handles both sides well enough to simply be called watchable.

[knightmareaceblue]

I am not good at writing in English. So my ask might be VERY WEIRD.

Um, Knightmare......? Can I call you like that?

If you don't mind, can I translate Valiant Soul into another language and post it on my blog? Of course it's non-commercial, and I'll put the original link and write your nickname at the beginning and the end of the my translation.

I've wanted to ask you before, but I couldn't. Because I was shy and I thought my question was rude. But I decided to send you a question. Because I thought it would be better to think about it after being BRAVE.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR POSTING BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL ILLUSTRATIONS WITH INCREDIBLY INTERESTING STORIES ONCE A WEEK!!!!!

That sounds really cool! Go ahead and translate it! As long as you link everything back to my blog or my AO3 account, you have my full blessing. Good on you for being BRAVE. 

You can call me Knightmare if you want. Or Ace. Thank you for the compliments.

[cynthiaandsamus]

Custom Toonami Block Week 86 Rundown

Code Geass: It’s time for the final battle and as usual the fate of the world will be decided by a clash between two rich entitled assholes (usually British). We kinda yadda yadda through what seems like it might be months of prepwork going through things like Xingke’s disease getting worse, Gino joining the Black Knights, Viletta getting knocked up and them building a whole-ass Barbie Pink Knightmare for C.C. for some reason. Lelouch tells Nunally to her face he doesn’t give a shit about her and just wanted to rule the world, which is probably something he couldn’t have even thought of doing for 90% of the series, so his lying skills have ascended to the highest level. Schnizel tells Nunally he’s just nuking the world for peace and made sure everyone got out of the cities he bombed before it happened which you can kind of just tell right away is bullshit and he shoots Cornelia when she calls him on it, like idk if that was really necessary not like she could do much to stop his whole “Bomb 90% of the world and then the last 10% will be at peace” plan. The war finally starts and it’s honestly kind of the most realistic depiction of war I’ve seen in an anime since it’s just people moving around troops with flanks and shit until Lelouch blows up a volcano and Schnizel decides to nuke everyone so Lelouch has to disarm the nuke in mid-air. Both of them are like “Haha! Your lying bullshit is no match for MY lying bullshit!” and it’s basically a weird dick measuring contest between brothers but the show’s not called Code Geass: Schnizel of the Keeping Things the Way They Are so we know who’ll win.

Inuyasha: So this one’s an ACTUAL filler episode, apparently all that Monkey God and Demon’s Head Castle stuff was canon even though it had nothing to do with anything and was generally pretty dumb. This time after calling Kagome out sick from school for so long, karmic irony catches up to her and she actually does get sick. From there we have a cute but standard ‘sick hurt/comfort fic’ set up with Kagome showing vulnerability with her cold and Inuyasha dropping his façade to actually go out and hunt demons to get materials to make a miracle cure for her that his mom made for him and take care of her like his mom did. Also Kagome gets to hang out with her friends for once and actually does decently on a test to boot, so all in all between some cute fluff and ship dynamic stuff straight out of a comforting fanfic this episode’s basically like Chicken Soup for the heart, or chicken liver since that’s what Inuyasha put in the miracle cure… just don’t tell Kagome. (Actually really laughed that Sota convinced Inuyasha not to tell Kagome what was in the broth and skipped over the big reaction of her finding out just to keep the moment nice, that’s how you make a cozy episode really).

Yu Yu Hakusho: The Dr. Ichigaki fight continues and even though the action in this episode’s basically recycled animation of the one attack each of the three fighters knows, the emotional stuff’s pretty good. We get a good look at Not!Genkai’s face and she’s a pretty pink-haired anime girl so those are always important to have in anime. Kuwabara has a standard “I know you’re in there somewhere” deal with the three controlled fighters on the other team and it’s pretty standard but it’s effective because there’s nothing sudden about the change, it’s a slow and temporary erosion of the control triggered by Kuwabara’s desperate pleas. It’s also subtle that they change the command of “Kill” to “Kill us” and it’s unclear whether they were saying “Kill us” all along and they just couldn’t get it out until now or whether adding that one extra word was all they could manage but the ambiguity of it is pretty neat and makes for a rather striking scene. Yusuke gets really pissed because they hit the “Break Kuwabara in case of Super Saiyan” glass so now Yusuke can see the attacks at least which it’s not a full super saiyan transformation like he normally gets when someone beats the shit out of Kuwabara so at least they’re breaking up the formula a bit. Now that Yusuke has the upper hand he vows to win the fight without honoring the three fighters’ request to be killed.

Fate Zero: Speaking of breaking up formulas, welcome to like the fourth episode in a row of “Kiritsugu Emiya needs a character arc therefore women must die”. This time on the chopping block is Maiya and later Irisviel. It’s the episode that reminds us that we haven’t really made any progress since the beginning of these season between Kirei’s backstabbing and several flashback episodes I kinda forgot the last major event was the river fight and the Diarmunde shit. So yeah, Rider’s still tired from using Unlimited Dude Works to suck up the bloodborne monster so Waver’s becoming a burrito in the woods until he’s better, but we get that Fate thing of “Well I’ll do my best but I’mma prolly die soon because they made me too OP and have to kneecap me in my final fight” that happens a lot in UBW, I thought we got past that. Kariya remembers that he’s gotten basically no screentime lately and has a meeting with his Inner Hollow about how fucked they are before he gets Sakura’s Virginity Slug jammed into his mouth and I don’t even want to know what I mean by that. Kiritsugu says goodbye to Iris because she’s definitely going to die and makes a bunch of promises we already know won’t be kept and gets Saber’s sheathe back before going to assassinate Rin’s dad before finding out Kirei spawnkilled him. We jam in some quick backstory for Maiya so that maybe somebody feels something when Iskandar murders her for no reason so Irisviel can live another five seconds I guess. Like Maiya was already a dead girl walking during this whole show, that’s just the kind of character she is, these whole “I live for you” characters never end up well even outside of prequels but it just feels like they knew that and kinda yadda yadda’d over WHY they killed her other than to not break the combo of Kiritsugu getting his girl murdered three episodes in a row. Like Iskandar abducted a girl with five minutes to live and killed her henchwoman for… no real reason, like that seems like a dick move from the “HA HA! AN HONORABLE FIGHT WHILE I AM NOT WEARING PANTS!” guy. We’re just throwing people into the character development meat grinder at this point, I mean it makes tragic backstories work better but we’re getting way into diminishing returns at this point.

Konosuba: The hot springs arc continues and it’s kind of just everyone bumming around the town the whole time. We get the obligatory actual hot spring scene and Kazuma being a dick as well as Aqua being pissy about nobody respecting her authoriteh so she kind of imagines up a plot so she can save the town and be a hero and not hated except it’s Konosuba so the plot either isn’t real or the heroes have already made it worse and so now we have a reenactment of the mob scene from the Simpsons Movie ready to murder Aqua for being a demon. If this were a smarter series I’d say there’s an allegory for religious zealots murdering their own god here but because it’s Konosuba it’s likely just character torture for the sake of it.

Sailor Moon Crystal: So we get the full rundown on the whole future world 1000 years in the future thing and it’s… not reincarnation but just the future’s THAT perfect that everyone just kind of lives forever and Chibi-Usa is really like 994 years old and never grew up so wtf that sounds like a nightmare but okay. The world got nuked but everyone important is just unconscious and Sailor Moon is trapped in her Titan Shifter Crystal because apparently she got her surviving huge explosions instincts from Annie Leonhardt. As soon as they get back Usagi gets super mad about Mamoru wanting to PROTECT THEIR DAUGHTER, which even she admits is stupid and immediately regrets which I guess is accurate teenage girl writing but plot-wise it just exists to incentivize Chibi-Usa going back to the future by herself so she can get attacked only for the group to follow her right away anyway. So… a stupid decision led to a stupid decision which in the end didn’t affect anything anyway. Sailor Moon can’t use her OHK Beam in the future because their crystals are apparently locked to the timeline they originate from which idk why she can’t use her original less broken powers still but okay. Tuxedo Mask admittedly gets to do a pretty cool Father-Son Kamehameha deal with his future self to kill the commander of the week and the big boss shows up and turns out he has a weird evil boner for Usagi and kidnaps her.

Durararax2: We’re finally in the new season and I’m flying blind at this point, it had been a long time since I’d watched Season One but I’ve legit NEVER seen x2. We get a lot of info and new character intros all at once, oddly enough a lot of Americans seem to be joining the cast which seems to be a thing that usually happens when a series sees itself getting Western appeal and it’s funny because those characters usually aren’t as beloved. Anyway, Shinra’s dad has an American trophy wife who’s also a big titty doctor now and Shizuo’s brother’s production agency seems like it has a big role this season as well as some random new characters thrown in. Celty gets into a high speed chase with the cops and throws a giant hanglider of shadows across the entire city (which the cops even make a Lupin reference, usually that’s reserved for Erika and Walker but guess they couldn’t resist). And everyone just kinda has that “wow it occurs to me while watching a motorcycle chase between a dullahan and a maniac cop that ends in shadow hangliders and vending machines being thrown around that this city may be kind of weird” moment that happens in the opening/closing episodes of Durarara seasons.

[heartsywritesthethings]

Birthday Knightmare

“What sort of knight sees over an empty castle?”

“You’re not really a knight, dumbass,”

“I don’t see how his parents let him out like that,”

“Grow up, Arthur.”

Knight King Arthur Boyle shot up in his bed, his blanket tangled around his legs from all of his tossing and turning through the night. A feeling of absolute loneliness crashed over him like a suffocating wave. He felt as if he were drowning in it. 

No. He was a knight king…he shouldn’t feel this way. He was brave and honorable and the protector of station 8 and the world!

And yet the sensation remained. A deep hole in his chest that threatened to suck everything in and leave nothing behind. Arthur pulled himself out of bed, absently pulling his hair up in his trademark ponytail. He perched up on his toes and decided now would be a perfect time to pester his annoying roommate. Yeah, that would definitely help him feel better.

“Hey, Devil–” Arthur began. Empty bed. It was like a slap to the face and he felt panic begin to swirl around his chest. 

Was it happening again?

No. No, that couldn’t happen. That stupid devil was probably around here somewhere along with the others. Other people. He would be fine. Sure, a knight could fight battles on his own, but he also needs  his fellow companions for support. His fans, to cheer him on.

Arthur pulled on his slippers, silver ones with bright yellow crowns on the toes, and he went out into the hallway. The vast emptiness felt suffocating. There were no sounds of laughter, chatting, praying, cooking…nothing. He felt sick as a knot formed in his stomach.

Well, guess it was time to make breakfast like he used to. While he had been in charge of his home kingdom, he had gotten accustomed to making his own meals. Well, he was probably the only one who could call them meals. Since his mother had…well, left, there was no one to help him really when it came to cooking. He could vaguely remember watching her cook and the sickly sweet smell the cooked fish that the three of them would have to share. It had been Ogun who had taught him to cook rice properly without the threat of burning down the whole place. Shinra had of course poked fun at him, but Ogun was quick to stop him. 

That was something that he had really appreciated about that guy. He was just as honorable as a knight, defending those in need and standing up for what was right. While such a manly knight as Arthur didn’t really need the aide, it was nice nonetheless.

Thoughts of the academy days did nothing to soothe his boiling panic. If anything, it made him feel more alone here. Arthur reached the kitchen and pulled out the rice from the pantry. He waited for a moment, anticipating Lt. Hinawa to burst through and get onto him for not having a healthy breakfast. Maybe Tamaki would trip in and magically lose her shirt. Or perhaps Vulcan would shuffle in and with a new and improved silver steed for him.

Nothing. 

The sound of rice pitter pattering in an empty pan was almost deafening. He poured in some water and then…waited.

“That kinda sounds like your parents abandoned you,”

“Where are your parents, kid?”

“Your dad didn’t teach you this?”

Tears began to form in Arthur’s eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. Knights don’t cry. They were too manly. Besides what if someone walked in and

You’re alone, Arthur. Again.

Arthur flinched. He hadn’t heard that voice in what seemed like ages. It was his own, of course, but he had thought he had imprisoned such a mind monster. 

You drove them away.

The tears were really coming down now as he just stared at the pot of rice on the stove.

What did he do this time? Was it something he did? 

“I don’t know, man. They just said to go get you then head to the roof.” Shinra’s voice said from the hallway. Without thinking, Arthur bolted from the kitchen towards where he heard the voice. Sure, it could be his mind monster playing cruel tricks on him again, but he needed to know for sure.

“Station 8 has some weird rules and junk.” Ogun’s voice responded. They were both here. 

He wasn’t alone.

He wasn’t alone.

He wasn’t alone.

“Oh, now I see,” Shinra laughed. 

Arthur Boyle burst through the roof hall doors where Shinra and Ogun were standing. Shinra was holding the door open to the roof where the rest of the company was. Tamaki, Iris, Captain Obi, Lt. Hinawa, Vulcan, Maki, Victor, and even the three fire force mascots. They were all standing around a table with a crudely made banner reading “happy birthday Sir King Arthur!!!”. They were all smiling when they saw him.

“Surprise!” The gang said in unison. Well, everyone except for Ogun and Shinra. The two of them immediately rushed to their friend (he’s your friend too Shinra, just admit it).

Arthur fell to his knees, quickly wiping his tears with his sleeves, but they wouldn’t stop. Ogun dropped in front of him, immediately pulling him into one of those bear hugs that were oh so sweet. Shinra was next to him, a steady hand on his back. 

“Did we scare him that bad?” Maki asked, poking her head in to see what was going on.

“You shouldn’t leave him like that!” Shinra barked back at her. “Why didn’t you tell me this was the plan?”

“You can’t keep a secret to save your life, perv.” Tamaki joined in.

“Alright, you two. Stop with the teasing and go get the couch blanketed down. Iris, make sure they keep to Nightmare Protocol 1.” Captain Obi commanded. He pushed through the doors and walked over to where the three boys were. It was obvious that this hit some kind of trauma that the blonde kid had. “Maki and Victor, help Vulcan move the festivities to the main hall. Lt., get him some water,”

“Right!”

It didn’t take long for Arthur to be ushered to the hall in a whirlwind of motion. Ogun and Shinra never left his side though, each having at the very least a hand on him so that he knew that they were still there. Finally, he was resting against Ogun’s side, curled up on the couch with a mountain of blankets and pillows around him like a fortress. Shinra was still piling on more.

“Do you want it to be your turn right now? Is that okay?” Ogun asked, so softly that even Arthur barely heard it. Slowly, he shook his head. “What would help right now?”

Arthur pointed a feeble finger at Shinra.

“His turn,” He said quietly. Ogun chuckled.

“Hey, hero, Sir birthday king has declared that it is your turn today.” Ogun said, this time louder. Shinra immediately froze and turned bright red. He opened his mouth in protest then stopped. Shinra grumbled something about them needing to wait. He left for just a moment and then dragged Vulcan back, holding a present in his hand. Vulcan had a wide grin on his face. A devilish smile that almost rivaled Shinra’s. In fact, Shinra was smiling his tense smile once again.

“Show him,” Shinra grumbled and gestured towards Arthur. Vulcan handed him the present and then cleared his throat.

“Sir king Arthur, I present to you the gift of my new invention! I call them, Giggleflies.” Vulcan announced before bowing deeply. Arthur pulled apart the wrapping paper to see several metal moth-like machines. Each was about as big as his palm and had half a dozen nubby legs. Also in the box was a little remote with several buttons and switches along with a small keypad.

“Press one for…me,” Shinra grumbled, not even looking at him now. The devil shifted awkwardly from side to side. He did. The giggleflies powered up, hovering for a moment around the opened box before darting straight for their target. Instead of running, Shinra stood, his eyes squeezed shut as he braced himself for ticklish impact.

The bugs were fast, several darting under his shirt and clamping onto different ticklish areas. One under each arm, one on his ribs, one flat on his stomach, and another on his hip. One even crawled around to clamp onto his shoulder blades and another onto one of his knees. Two others hovered by his feet, but didn’t do much of anything since he was standing.

“You have to like, sit or something for these to work.” Vulcan said, gesturing for Shinra to move.

“I don’t like this present anymore for him,” Shinra said, but then moved so he could sit. The two leftover giggleflies clamped onto each bare foot.

“Pick a number.” Vulcan said to Arthur now. Arthur looked down at the keypad. Numbers 0-9. He pressed one.

Almost immediately, Shinra began thrashing with laughter. The two under his arms were poking and prodding at one of his most ticklish spots. They were random with some digging and making him howl and squeal, with others lightly scratching with made his giggles kick up and his feet kick out.

Arthur pressed 2. The gigglefly on Shinra’s ribs began to squeeze like ticklish claws, the timing random so every now and again Shinra would squeak and jerk around like a fish. A smile formed on Arthur’s face. This was just about the best gift ever.

He pressed three. For some reason, the first two stopped as this one began. That was fine with Arthur. He thought that Shinra could use a breather anyways. 

A feather like device was swirling devilishly around Shinra’s navel, circling it like a shark circles prey. Shinra twisted, cute giggles filling the air as it got closer and closer.

“Nohohohoho! Waihihihit!” Shinra giggled as the feather then dipped into his belly button. He jerked agin, his giggles jumping up again. The feather tickling stopped and for a moment…nothing happened.Then it felt like someone was giving him the biggest most ticklish raspberry of his life. Shinra curled in on himself and squealed. There was nothing he could do to stop it though, just laugh and laugh and laugh. 

While Arthur was definitely enjoying himself, he could tell that Shinra was starting to get tired.

“Which one does his feet?” Arthur asked, having to raise his voice a little over the laughter.

“Nine.” Vulcan responded. Arthur pressed it. The tickling on Shinra’s stomach stopped and Shinra greedily drank in the sweet air. He was still letting out residual giggles, but at least the kid was breathing.

Then, the tickling began. Smooth feathery things slid in between the poor devil’s toes, making him shriek. Something crawled up and down his arches, something else chewed at his heels.

Shinra was sent into hysterics. He thrashed and there were times when Arthur could see sparks flying through the makeshift metal boot. These things must be pretty fire resistant then. That was definitely a plus. 

When Shinra’s laughter fell silent, Arthur pressed the RETURN button and the giggle flies unclamped and flew back towards their box. Shinra panted on the floor, a pure smile across his face.

Arrthur spent the rest of his birthday cuddled up against Ogun and Shinra (who had crawled up against Arthur in a giggly daze). He tormented the rest of the team, sending these new Giggleflies over any new victim who hadn’t felt their ticklish wrath yet. Even Lt. Hinawa allowed himself to be attacked which was kind of surprising. The day was full of laughter and mirth and soon, the whole team had piled onto the couch and slept after a long day. 

With this team, Arthur would never have to feel that crushing loneliness again.

-GA!babe