#smg4 oc fanfic

[neo91502]

TSMG4 fic 💥💥💥 @tiredsmashbros

656 words

It was a normal day in the Showgrounds. Well, at least the most normal it can get considering a wacky cartoon man runs around the place with his loud and obnoxious yapping. As much as SMG4 did try to listen to the man’s constant rambles, it gets really hard to focus, especially when someone like him, SMG4, is sleep deprived. 

Today was one of the days he managed to forget to go to SMG3’s cafe to get his usual coffee, the Cyanide Supreme. This also happened to be a day where TSB decided to bother him all hours of the day and night. 

Especially when he’s trying to work on his computer to make memes. 

SMG4 knew fully well that no matter what he’d do, this cartoon man would NOT leave him alone at all costs. As much as he wanted to work… it was a little, maybe just a little tempting to save his progress and let TSB just mess around with him like hair ruffling. Well, that did already happen, whether he liked it or not, with his blue hat sitting aside on the side of SMG4’s desk. 

“Just give me a moment, alright? Then you can bother me all you want. I’m almost done with this,” SMG4 mumbled, hoping that the small plea would get TSB to lay off for long enough for him to finish his work. 

As luck happens to be on SMG4’s side, it was surprising. He didn’t think it’d work, but now he realized he practically had just doomed himself to whatever the cartoony man wanted to do. Sure, he didn’t mind some affection like cuddles, but sometimes it was maybe a bit overload. Who could’ve thought TSB of all people would have so much damn strength sometimes? Okay… Scrap that thought, of course he would. However, he didn’t dwell on that any more.

Admittedly, SMG4 did turn around a few times to see what TSB was doing, but he quickly focused on his work to get it done sooner rather than later. 

Unfortunately for SMG4, as soon as he was done with his work and the computer was booted off, he was almost immediately wrapped up by the lanky arms of the cartoony man and lifted up from his chair. His feet were left dangling above the ground while TSB was practically hugging him tightly while being carried over to his own bed.

“H-Hey now, don’t squeeze me to death!” SMG4 mustered his worries out, even if he knew it wasn’t going to happen either way. 

“You’ll be fine!~” TSB cheerfully replied in a sing-song voice, a wide grin on his face. Something about the way his response to him, or just his overall upbeat expression, made him want to melt into the hug and sleep right then and there. 

Despite that, the cartoony man flopped down on the bed with the blue clad meme guardian in his arms. SMG4 didn’t fully expect it, causing him to get a little dizzy for a moment, but got readjusted, quickly snuggling in close. To be fair, he is pretty exhausted. Hell, SMG4 didn’t even know what time it was! 

None of that mattered right here and now though to them both. They both are cuddled up, with wide, joyous smiles on their faces. 

To the two of them, this might just be the comfiest they have felt in the world right in that very moment. Or maybe just one of the times they’ve felt like that.

Besides that, they were cuddled up to one another, arms wrapped around the other and with the covers half-assed covering them… well, more like their legs. Neither of them had their hats on and TSB’s shades were with their hats. SMG4 settled comfortably against TSB’s chest while the cartoon man nuzzled his head into the top of SMG4’s head. 

For the both of them, they fell asleep fairly quickly, comfortable in each other’s arms.

i was watching lego batman movie while doing that drawing... i was the anonymous ask about the fic teehee!!! i wanted to write tsmg4 for a while 😭 i wanted to write a little bit of fluff !!!

really short but i just wanted to do it !! :D

also funnily enough, this was the yaoi i was writing in vc last night at like 12-3 am 😭 i didnt want to spoil it and keep it a surprise!!

[ominus-potato]

Fanart for the Apprenticeship AU by @bluestrawberrybunny !! Here’s what I imagined happened after chapter 28 lol.

No joke, I was halfway done with the flat colours when they posted the same scene as a drawing 😭 beat me to it. Still, I hope you like this!!!

[dominicatale]

I finally decided to write a fanfic with my OC and Mr. Puzzles. I just want to describe the dynamics of the relationship between these two and also in the background tell how Nika interacts with other characters in the SMG4 universe!

If you are interested in reading my fanfic, the link will be attached below. Now in this blog I will not only post my drawings, but also information about new chapter's of the fanfic :)

[thechilliestleaf]

ah, yes…

so I was doodling one evening, and I created these wonderful pieces

Now, my oc was (surprisingly) not created with the purpose of being shipped with the silly tv. But now that i have a doodle, the idea doesn’t seem too far fetched anymore….

I am incredibly tempted, someone has to stop me before it’s too late please 🙏

[tiredsmashbros]

are writing fanfics of tsb okay? just want to be sure if it's okay or not!!

HELL YEAH !!! GO FOR IT MAN !!!

only rules i would have is DO NOT make any NSFW / smut stuff if you are a minor. if you're 18+ you may! i allow gore and angst too hehe

tysm for asking first 💛🍔

[afternoondreaming]

No Business Like Show Business (1/?)

It’s no secret that Mr. Puzzles isn’t the most…Creative guy around. So he makes the shrewd business decision to hire you- the screen writer! What could possibly go wrong? [Okay so my secret is that I adore Mr. Puzzles and that he’s my comfort character but I…Really don’t like SMG4 as a whole. Personally I just don’t like the show when the TV ain’t in it. So, forgive me if anything is inaccurate in regards to the world or lore! I’m working off the Wiki here ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡. Either way, this is the first of hopefully many chapters! Lemme know if you want more! Also RIP formatting]

The TV producer sat in his chair, hunched forward with his elbows against his knees as his electronic head rested against his steepled hands. Darkness ensconced him in his eerily quiet office, only the dim light of his own screen and the countless monitors in front of him for any light. His defeat at the hands of the SMG4 crew had been… Humiliating, to say the least. Not only did they beat his screen in, but they had bested him at his own game. What he dedicated his very life to. Television. They had gotten their five stars so much quicker than he did and with seemingly much less effort. There was no possible way the crew had studied more in the realm of film and video than him— he had literally seen everything! From eternal classics to infomercials, Mr. Puzzles could perfectly recall every piece of cinema ever created. And, despite all that work, he still lost.

“No, no use in dwelling on that now.” He muttered to himself, aching for a smoke. “What can I do differently…?” Rising from his chair, he began to pace his office as he wracked his brain. Perhaps branch into Japanese styled game-shows? No, he couldn’t possibly. If his ultimate game-show didn’t work, then zany Japanese game-shows wouldn’t, either. Maybe foreign films? Too niche an audience and it wasn’t as if his Italian endeavor went splendidly. What hadn’t he copied (or rather referenced) yet? There had to be something…!

His frantic patrol of his office stopped short. Maybe… That was the exact problem. He hasn’t made anything new. His knowledge of all things film was encyclopedic, but his creative muscles? Woefully inept. He had always produced everything alone. Scripts? Him. Effects? Also him. Hosting? Who else could possibly do that job? Not as if he would let anybody else take the helm; but if he hired a screen writer… Maybe he could finally write an original enough script to get a five star rating. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

You had heard of Puzzlevision before, I mean, who hadn’t? They were a juggernaut of the industry. Pumping out content hand over fist (for better or for worse). Yet, they were an enigma of a company at the same time- nobody ever seemed to have any work connections to them despite all the content they produce. It was the golden ticket of job opportunities. So, just like many of your coworkers, you submitted your résumé to their business address. Never expecting to hear anything back like the many others who tried their hand at it. However, currently, you sat in shock staring at the letter you just opened on your desk. The small TV logo on crisp letterhead, with a whole message to boot.

‘Dear Applicant,

Puzzlevision Studios has reviewed your submitted résumé and would like to thank you for your interest in our company. Given your stated qualifications and past headed projects, we would like to offer to you the title of Screen Writer. If you would like to pursue this opportunity, please visit the studio at the return address during regular business hours.’

Puzzlevision had never even answered applicants before, much less an affirmative response. Surely more talented writers had to have applied? It wasn’t as if you were inept. In fact, you had worked on many successful projects. Leading them through any bumps in the road you might have faced and being well regarded amongst your peers. But, a job at Puzzlevision… It all seemed too good to be true. Your coworker, Tori, rounded your shared cubicle wall to say her good mornings to you as she always did. “Yo!” She chirped, leaning on your shoulder as she looked ahead of you absentmindedly. “What’s got you so star struck? …Oh shit.” Her eyes must have skimmed your letter, given she was now just as shocked as you. “Well look at you! I can say I worked with a big shot before they got big~!”

“Yeah…!” You replied, excitement beginning to replace the shock. Of course you had to take this! You liked your company, sure, but anyone would give for an opportunity like this. “I gotta draft my resignation…! Pack up my cubicle, get my clothes dry cleaned for the interview- oh God I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Chill, chill!” Tori crooned, patting your shoulder gently when she removed herself from it. “No need to panic. That’ll get you nowhere. Just take your PTO today and draft the resignation while you get your things in order. Once you get the gig, we’ll grab a celebratory dinner, ‘kay?”

“Definitely!” You quickly grabbed the things you had just set down to start your day, ready to depart posthaste for all your prepping. “Tell the boss I’m outta here! Text you later!” You bolted back towards the entrance, waving back at Tori as she called out a goodbye. This was going to be a whirlwind.

[hyperbaguette]

Used my good old gacha tweening skills lol

As you can tell they got pretty dusty but here we are

CW: suggestive lyrics, OC x Canon

Also posted on YouTube

[libbytwq]

The Usual (part 1)

an SMGL:E x Karen fic

part 2 (N/A) part 3 (N/A)

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SMGL:E stepped into the McDonald's, as they did every afternoon at roughly around the same time, wearing a cocky grin on her face as they step up to the counter.

Sure, McDonald's was great, but there was only one real reason why they show up at that McDonald's every single day without fail, and that reason was right behind the counter, with tired eyes and cat ears.

Karen, the single mother and one of the two workers at the establishment, stood behind the counter, and upon seeing SMGL:E, chuckled softly in amusement.

SMGL:E found Karen to be an interesting individual. She was sharp and had an attitude, but wasn't unkind. In fact, Karen has never once been mean to them. And that was what drew SMGL:E closer to her.

Sure, the day they met her, she was obviously faking kindness to them to make sure they don't lose a customer, but even then, it wasn't like she was mean or hateful or anything. And customer service kindness is better than no kindness at all. It was more kindness than they've gotten before while in the Mushroom Kingdom, so he'll take what he can get.

SMGL:E grins and strolls over to the counter, with a cocky and playful attitude. They lean their hand on the counter and look down at Karen, who is a little shorter than her. Karen looks up at SMGL:E and their eyes meet.

SMGL:E can already feel their cocky attitude begin to crumble. How did Karen manage to be able to do that?! Always manage to make SMGL:E fall hard...

She was determined to not fall in love with her, but goddamn, it was difficult... Karen has always been so chill and wonderful to talk to, it's hard not to be smitten...

SMGL:E tries her damn hardest to not let Karen falter their stride today. SMGL:E would just order the usual.

"Heyyyy, Karen..." SMGL:E said, flashing a yellow fanged smile down at the feline cashier.

Karen chuckled softly. She seemed to be used to SMGL:E's shenanigans by now, and wasn't intimidated by their appearance in any way. Although, Karen was never intimidated by her to begin with.

"Fancy seeing you here, L:E..." Karen said, smirking softly and looking down at her cash register. "Lemme guess... you want the usual, right? 10 piece chicken nuggets with a small fry, and a small Coke?"

SMGL:E grins and nods. Their tanuki tail swishes for a moment and their ear flicks, making her large pearl earring jingle a little bit. This was the exact meal that SMGL:E has ordered every time they stepped into the McDonald's, for a few months now.

"You know me so well," he says playfully. "You forgot something, though."

Karen rolls her eyes playfully, knowing what was coming next.

For the past month or so, it had been an ongoing habit for SMGL:E to ask Karen out for a date, and it was also a recurring thing for Karen to decline. Neither's feelings were hurt or anything, but SMGL:E had been doing it so often that it would feel weird if they didn't do it when they came in and ordered food. It was sort of an unspoken tradition the two had kinda gotten used to. An inside joke, even.

SMGL:E grinned and playfully leaned closer across the counter resting an elbow on the countertop and resting their chin in their palm.

"How about a nice date?" she says, their tone a little quieter, but still very much playful. Her tail swishes behind them.

Karen looks into SMGL:E's three eyes and grins softly, silent for a moment longer than usual. She glances at SMGL:E's lips for a moment, then back to their eyes, before shrugging.

"You know what? I'll change it up a bit. Sure. Why not."

SMGL:E double takes, before his eyes widen and he stands upright, stunned.

Did...

Did he just hear that right?

"Wait, huh?-"

Karen chuckles at SMGL:E's stunned reaction.

"Yeah, I mean... I get off work a little earlier than usual today... my kids are gonna be at a sleepover, so I won't have to worry about them too hard... we could absolutely go on a date."

SMGL:E stares at Karen, stunned. Time seems to slow down. It almost felt like SMGL:E and Karen were the only two people in the world for a moment.

Eventually, SMGL:E gets a grip on reality after a moment, and grins flusteredly. Their confident demeanor has completely diminished, and a purple blush has risen to her cheeks.

"...Really?" SMGL:E finally says after a moment.

Karen chuckles softly and nods. SMGL:E cool and confident demeanor seemed to diminish instantly, and that was almost amusing to her.

"Yeah, why not?" Karen said, chuckling. "Could be fun."

SMGL:E blushes madly and glances away.

...No way.

The single mother cashier cat that SMGL:E's been hitting on half-jokingly-half-not for the past couple months has just accepted their half-joking-half-not date invitation.

...Why did they feel so nervous all of a sudden? She's never felt this nervous before. Normally he's so confident, so cool, so evil... this is different...

SMGL:E realized that she may or may not have been quiet for a millisecond too long and quickly clears their throat.

"U-Uh- ...O-Okay. Cool. Uh. Nice. Thumbs up."

Karen's ear flicked. She smiled and chuckled softly.

...She was so pretty.

"Heh. Well, where did you want to go?"

"Huh?"

"Well, you asked me. Did you have something in mind of somewhere to go?"

"...A-Ah."

SMGL:E had not thought that far.

"Uh. Maybe... uh... well. Heh. Uh-"

"You don't have a place in mind, do you?" Karen cuts her off, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

SMGL:E sighs. No use hiding it.

"...Yeah."

Karen snickers and thinks for a moment.

"...Maybe someplace simple. Your place, maybe?"

SMGL:E chuckles nervously.

"Uh, I technically don't have a place... I kinda crash over at someone else's place, I don't really have my own place..." SMGL:E says, fidgeting their hands together nervously.

Karen snickers softly.

"...What about my place?"

SMGL:E pauses and looks up at Karen.

"Really? Your place?"

"Yeah", said Karen, shrugging and smiling. "My kiddos aren't gonna be home for a while. You could hang out for a few hours. Maybe eat some dinner. How's that sound?"

SMGL:E blushes and their three eyes sparkle.

"...Yeah. Yeah, that sounds great-"

"OY!"

SMGL:E and Karen are both jolted out of their conversation as they hear Karen's middle manager call out at Karen. The tall, low-poly man with a mustache appeared from the McDonald's kitchen entrance and began shouting at Karen in a strange text to speech voice. SMGL:E thinks his name was Swag? Odd name.

"What are you doing?? You got a job to do! Get back to work!"

Karen rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Yes, Swag... on it..."

SMGL:E watched as Karen begrudgingly walked into the kitchen, but not before she gave SMGL:E one last glance, and one last small smile before she disappeared in the kitchen to ready his order.

After a few minutes, Karen came back with SMGL:E's 10 piece chicken nuggets and small fry in a bag, and a small Coke in a cup. She handed SMGL:E the order from across the counter as SMGL:E handed her the money.

Karen smiled at SMGL:E, making their heart skip a beat.

"I get off work at 6:30. Come over to my place at 7?"

SMGL:E blushes and nods flusteredly.

"Yeah... sounds good... where's your address?"

"What's your phone number?"

SMGL:E said her phone number aloud as Karen typed it into her phone, then she proceeded to text them the address.

Karen smiled and looked up at SMGL:E.

"Don't be late."

SMGL:E blushes and nods, speechless and flustered. They give a nervous smile to Karen and quickly leaves the McDonald's with their food.

A date!

With a girl!

As far back as SMGL:E can remember, which isn't very far, considering she remembers nothing from before her Guardian pod crash landed into the Mushroom kingdom, SMGL:E has never dated anyone before.

They begin to whimsically walk back home, sipping her cup of Coca Cola, before three little whisps of light and color whizz by their hair. A teal one, a blue one, and a pink one.

SMGL:E sighs. These little whisps were not unfamiliar, in fact they were a common occurrence. They used to freak her out, but at this point, they felt more like an inconvenience.

SMGL:E rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the little sparkles, before suddenly the pink sparkle caught them off guard, with strange hieroglyphic looking letters appearing in front of her.

SMGL:E furrowed their brows and stared at the strange letters. They looked foreign, yet familiar. Yet for some reason, their mind wouldn't let her figure out what the words meant.

They rolled their eyes and continued trying to walk back home, or what she considered home -- SMG1 and SMG2's place. SMGL:E just got a date -- they can't focus on whatever these stupid spectral sparkles right now.

The sparkles kept encircling her no matter how much SMGL:E tried to swat them away.

The pink sparkle showed up again and tried to get in front of SMGL:E's face, trying to get their attention.

More hieroglyphics appeared.

SMGL:E groaned and began to walk faster, away from... whatever these strange symbols were. They looked like some kind of letters, that's for certain. But what did it say?

SMGL:E didn't know, and SMGL:E didn't care.

The pink sparkle just couldn't let SMGL:E rest, it seemed.

SMGL:E audibly groaned again.

"You stupid... sparkles... things... please don't fuck with my good day..."

The blue, teal, and pink sparkles stopped whizzing around him for a moment, before the pink one whizzed around and formed more goddamn hieroglyphics.

SMGL:E sighs. These stupid hieroglyphics were gonna mess with her head if they kept up with this.

It was one thing to hear voices or see things, but it's another to see another language you can't understand.

SMGL:E continued walking on, as the sparkles slowly faded away, first the teal, then the blue, and finally the pink one, but not before the pink one created a few more hieroglyphics before disappearing.

SMGL:E sighed and continued walking onward with their McDonald's meal.

They had a date to get ready for.

She can worry about this shit later.

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end of part 1

[ur-l0cal-queer]

@coralalala64 they gotta hire an exterminator atp

This took way too long as a shitpost but yeah!

[alianarepasa]

Hey, what's going on dudes, it's Aster, or Orange Bajan Canadian.- /ref /silly

no but seriously, appreciate this NB blonde character from a fanfic, the chains of a fragile soul made by @shygirl4991 and @@b-r-i-n-g-x!!!

[neo91502]

Mysterious Guardian Pods

2,366 words

One inconspicuous afternoon, SMG4 and Mario were (unsurprisingly) on a wacky adventure. This particular adventure being them trying to find random meme objects that SMG3 placed around the Showgrounds, which includes the forest surrounding it too. On this fateful day, they just so happened to hear a whirring noise that almost sounded as if something was going to crash, but passed it off as maybe a meme causing that sound.

Unfortunately for them, it actually was important. While they were about to grab a meme object, there was a very loud and sudden boom, as if something crashed. The two of them made brief eye contact, both knowing to rush over to the site of where they heard the noise.

Strangely enough, they saw more signs of plant life, almost as thoughof plant life, as if there were more plants suddenly growing near the crash. The closer they got, the weirder it got. It was as if a whole jungle sprouted out of nowhere right at the crash site. As they got closer, there was a strange turquoise and golden guardian pod with an arrow pointing down, looking as if plants were helping to hold it up. There looked to be a golden flower pattern around against the main turquoise color on it.

“What the…” SMG4 trailed off as he saw the mysterious guardian pod’s door opening to reveal a new guardian. What SMG4 didn’t understand was why there was a new guardian and who this may even be. This includes his curiosity going as far as to questioning if there’s a partner to this new, mysterious guardian.

It looked as if there was some kind of light on a string that glowed a peach color until it faded away and a clink was heard. As the person started to walk out, SMG4 started to see the outfit. Sure enough, Mario is definitely the avatar. Again. Even though SMG4 suppressed the urge to sigh, he continued to study exactly who is coming out from the guardian pod. They had a general turquoise and gold outfit, similar to the design of the guardian pod, and had small parts of peach to pink on them as well.

When he saw their eyes, his own eyes widened a bit as he noticed it wasn’t at all how he expected. To be fair, he had to admit to himself that it definitely complimented the colors of their outfit too. Mario, on the other hand, wasn't nearly as interested. It didn’t help that he was thinking of spaghetti, otherwise, he might’ve been more curious.

“...Who are you?” SMG4 called out to the figure who was looking around at the plants near themself, somehow not noticing SMG4 and Mario standing not too far away from them.

That got their attention quickly.

“Oh, uh…” The person started, hesitantly continuing, “I’m… SMG9. I don’t know much else to tell you or how I even am here now.”

SMG4 slowly walked closer to SMG9, who seemed even unsure of their own name. He did notice how their ears seemed to be a little differently shaped, almost like an elf’s, but not quite. The blue-clad meme guardian looked over at Mario, sharing similar expressions. They definitely needed to tell SMG1 and SMG2 about this as soon as possible, and SMG3.

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On a regular day to check up on the Internet Graveyard, SMG3 only found it in complete ruins. There was no explanation as to why there’s so much wind, let alone it being in complete havoc and in ruin. He tried to find some kind of explanation as to what was happening, but he was finding small tornados. As much as they weren’t the most helpful nor wanted, it at least wasn’t full blown tornados. It still didn’t make sense though.

The further he tried to investigate, the more severe the weird weather became. It felt very unnatural for this to happen, even with all the dead memes causing chaos at times. It sure is a rough job to try and maintain the dead meme cycle, but this is even worse at the moment. As he continued in (with his hat blowing off sometimes), he felt almost as though there was a strong wind trying to block and barricade him away from getting to something.

Even though it was harsh winds, he still managed to tough it out, like he always does, and got to the source of the phenomenon. When he did, it was calm, like the eye of a hurricane. Strangely enough, it was pretty peaceful and calming. That was until he noticed a guardian pod. It was a strange guardian pod. It was pretty dark, but with the contrast of a bright arrow pointing up with a nice pink down to purple gradient and an orange-peach kind of color outlining it. It also had rainbow colored spots, similar to what an arcade carpet might have.

Low and behold, the door was already open apparently. He glanced around to try and spot the perpetrator of who he assumed was the cause of the abnormal weather. Soon enough, he spotted someone who had a wide, mischievous grin on their face. It almost looked maniacal in a way, but more full of mischief out of anything. SMG3 didn’t even know how to even describe what this person even looked like.

All he could say was that everything about them looked chaotic. Spiky and long white hair with two strands going over the ears and ending in an explosion kind of shape. They had a darker complex that the white hair definitely complimented against them. The hat looked as if someone bit out of it, but with two small holes that are right next to each other, as if chipped, but more like bitten. He couldn’t even start on the ears nor eyes. As far as he could tell, their ears were long and elf-like, but more pointy and longer. The right pupil being shaped like a three and the left pupil being shaped like a seven with the irises being like an eight that was filled in fully rather than having the two empty spots in them.

SMG3 really didn’t know how to even describe them. You just kind of had to see them for yourself. He did have to admit, the diamond shape on the cuffs of their gloves looked nice with that cyan color looked nice along with that same color being star shaped on their overall buttons. The general outfit was dark exactly like their guardian pod, their sweater littered with the arcade carpet shapes of rainbow colors.

Another weird thing he noticed was an almost astral kind of spacey tail. It was purple into pink to the tip and littered with orange-peach dots, as if they were stars, in it too.

SMG3 shook his head and confidently approached the person, who he assumed is a meme guardian since they came from the guardian pod that’s suspiciously designed just like them, and cleared his throat when he was close enough.

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” SMG3 sharply asked when he got their attention. He noticed some kind of long and sharp weapon before it suddenly dissipated into sparkly stardust before his eyes, unable to get a good look at it before it was gone.

The source of the severe weather turned around and stopped, a ball of wind vanishing as they shut their hand around it, leaning back and bending their back to look backwards at SMG3. It felt unnatural and disturbing to see that, but SMG3 didn’t let his guard down by getting a little creeped out on how they bent back like that to look at him. He noticed that the emblem on the cap was like the one on the back of their gloves as well; a pink hurricane symbol with an orange-peach diamond in the middle as if to be the “eye” of the symbol.

“Me? Well, the name’s SMG10! Pleasure to meet you!” SMG10 called back at SMG3 in a sing-song voice with an unnervingly large smile. SMG3 was able to quickly tell they definitely had fangs, and they did not look dull whatsoever. Despite that, he did kind of like the general chaotic nature of this mysterious and new meme guardian.

Sure, he should tell SMG1 and SMG2 at some point, but, for now, it’ll be fine. He should just focus on trying to learn more about SMG10 and teach them how to maintain the life cycle of memes, seeking to get them to help him with it. It’d be much easier if he did have help after all.

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After a while, SMG3 and SMG4 ended up meeting up in the Showgrounds. Unsurprisingly, it was in SMG3’s cafe for a coffee.

As usual, SMG4 would order his typical coffee and it devolved into random rambling about his day. That was until SMG4 suddenly mentioned about a guardian pod and a new meme guardian. It caught SMG3’s attention pretty quickly.

“–and there were a lot of plants!” SMG4 happily rambled on.

“Wait, wait. Hold on a moment. Go back to what you were first saying? What do you mean you and Mario found a new guardian pod?” SMG3 quickly asked, sitting at the same table as him, across from SMG4 and leaning forward now, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed at the other meme guardian.

“Yeah, Mario and I found a new guardian pod that crashed right near us when you hid those meme objects around the Showgrounds. It crashed in the forest right near us when we were about to grab one. It was really strange seeing so many plants flourish near the crash and even more at the guardian pod,” SMG4 replied, not saying the exact same thing as last time, trying to add more details as he thought back to it.

“...And there just so happened to be a guardian pod that crashed right near you two where you were?” SMG3 asked, sounding comedically dumbfounded. Not only is he really puzzled over this, but it seemed like around the same time when he found the other guardian pod himself in the Internet Graveyard.

“Yep! Sure, it was… abnormal and I don’t know why there’s a new meme guardian now, but they seemed good and okay! In fact, their name is SMG9 and they're at the castle now,” SMG4 continued to ramble on, seemingly very happy about some new guardians suddenly appearing that have no reason whatsoever to even be here.

Something then suddenly struck SMG3’s mind, his eyes widening. “S… SMG9?” SMG3 blurted out loud on accident, emphasizing the nine. Something about that seemed really off. The more he thought about it, SMG10 had to be SMG9’s meme guardian partner and those numbers seemed weird.

It felt that maybe, just maybe, that those numbers had a deeper meaning to them… Why would there have been a sudden gap between their numbers? Where’s the SMGs from five to eight at then? Did those numbers hide deeper meanings?

SMG3 decided to not dwell on it further and focus on the current matter on hand, and that being; There’s now new meme guardians and SMG3 and SMG4 needed to tell SMG1 and SMG2 as soon as possible.

He didn’t notice SMG4 was trying to get his attention either, which was his fault.

“Hellooo? Earth to Three? You there?” SMG4 asked, waving a hand in front of SMG3’s face until he got his attention.

“Huh? What? Oh, right, sorry, I was thinking about something,” SMG3 half-apologized, a little too sidetracked at the moment as he looked back at SMG4.

“Okay, good. Now that I have your attention, why the fuck did you suddenly say SMG9 and why did you emphasize the nine?” SMG4 suddenly asked him, sounding a little harsh, which he didn’t mean to, but he was really curious and also tried getting SMG3’s attention for the past couple of minutes.

“Right, that. I was just thinking about what happened earlier. I also found a guardian pod too. It was in the Internet Graveyard while I was doing a check on the dead memes and to check up on it in general. When I got there, it was in utter chaos and havoc. There was abnormal weather and so, obviously, I went out to find the source of the strange weather, right?” SMG3 explained, waiting for a nod from SMG4 to make sure he’s listening.

He then continued, “Then I eventually found the source of it all, which was really tough to get through, but I clearly got through it with barely any trouble (he lied, he went through a lot to get to the center) and it was uncomfortably calm and peaceful. That’s when I found the source. There was a guardian pod and the door was already open. Then I looked around, yeah? There was then this mysterious person, who was the meme guardian and the true source of the phenomenon of the weather, and they radiated chaos. Luckily, they stopped as soon as I called out to them. Found out their name is SMG10 and then taught them how to maintain the dead meme life cycle and all of that. Oh, and they helped me clean up the Internet Graveyard. They’re still there in the cafe I used to live at though,” SMG3 finished explaining, surprisingly saying a lot more than he had originally expected himself to say.

SMG4 was a little gobsmacked at how much SMG3 even said and how there’s another meme guardian, especially landing in the Internet Graveyard. He wasn't sure what to say, he just sat there with his jaw dropped and wide eyes.

The both of them knew for sure now that they had to contact SMG1 and SMG2 as soon as they possibly could and tell them the news about new memes guardians.

They both had to do something.

Yet… They both end up becoming friends with the two meme guardians that suddenly and randomly arrived.

…The third and the fourth meme guardians have much to learn about these two mysterious ninth and tenth meme guardians.

They don’t know what truly can happen later on in the story.

pssst... search in my tumblr with the tag ' #smg4 guardian pod ' to see what the guardian pods look like themselves and '#smg9' and '#smg10' for their designs...

[mochi-chan-2006]

Fic also belongs to: @askkassandragf-v-2

Art to me

It will be a story about the fate of children and their parents and will consist of several chapters.

Summary: Mrs.Games after many years, wanted the SMG kids and their crew to be her friends and characters from computer games you know and they must break free before it is too late.

Before the last chapter

Tags: Adventure, new generation, romantic, the beginnings of the marriage of SMG3 and SMG4, drama, love, fighting, trapped in the computer, New villain, escape from a new computer, new members, new crew, the role of children as game characters

Coming soon in Wattpad!....

Will all the children be free from SMG4's new computer seriously or will they stay forever?

[dominicatale]

Chapter 2 just dropped!

And so I sketched one moment from this chapter!

[briandraws]

@bluestrawberrybunny FANART FOR YOUUUUUUU

ive never actually drawn axol before so that chapter gave me a lot of motivation

[tiredsmashbros]

Memories : part one

2k words ; tsb fanfic

the battle was intense. that's all smg4 could think about. chest tightens while engulfed in fear as he dodges the attacks of a giant mallet aiming at him. barely escaping the impact by an inch. the mallet belonging to non other than the person who has been impacting smg4's life into a spiral of endless stress. the suspicious behavior pattern, lack of consideration of others, unrealistic cartoon language and logic, and even his mysterious background are what made smg4 legs shake. yet the fellow still showed acts of kindness, thoughtfulness, a sense of genuine... nothing made sense! what's worse, smg4 never expected anything weird coming from this guy from their first introduction, he genuinely was quite excited for a new friend who seemed so silly, and intrigued by the memes he shared. yet... here he was now. fighting what felt like for his life. he didn't know what to do but be on the defensive side as he grew tired and weak. doing his best to sustain stamina as the yellow, blue maniac wasn't even breaking a sweat.

"stop this man! this isn't like you!" smg3 shouted, in the hope of verbally knocking some sense into the propeller-wearing individual, despite already countless efforts beforehand. striking a punch on tsb's face, losing his grip on his mallet.

"you don't know him." the body of tsb responded, his voice giving an unusual echo, eyes narrowed exposing his brown iris, accompanied by an uncanny smile that spread across his face. letting out a childish chuckle, tsb pulls his head back and strikes onto smg3 with a head-butt move. receiving a pained groan in response to the quick attack. smg4 rushed over to aid smg3 from falling over, standing beside his guardian partner, yearning to protect him but fueled with caution of the maniac man in front of them.

"let's try our meme powers again!" smg4 suggested to smg3, catching his breath in between.

"that method is futile." tsb spoke, almost monotone, his head dripping from the side of his shoulder, "you are too tired. you don't have enough energy to input something effective." he added.

smg3 clicked his tongue, eyes filled with anger yet with a touch of sorrow. seeing tsb talk and act this way made smg3 feel uneasy. something felt off by the way he spoke and the usage of vocabulary. his mind clouded with memories, being reminded of the silly obnoxious man that would bounce out of nowhere, someone he'd spent having long talks of comfort, a bro to always be there to help... to now him aiming to beat him down till he couldn't stand on either foot. "he's right," smg3 softly spoke, "nothing we do will work. we can't beat him..." smg3 added in a defeated tone.

"finally that's progress into your head!" tsb exclaimed, adding in a child-like giggling, giving the two guardians chills down their spines. till suddenly a lightbulb sparked inside smg4.

"wait that's it!" smg4 said. "into your head!"

"what in the hell are you-" smg3 spoke, but he was interrupted by his hand being pulled away by his blue counterpart.

puzzled yet intrigued, tsb grins and starts the chase after the smg's. staying somewhat close behind, but far enough to make the chase more of a game instead. dragging his body unnaturally on purpose.

smg3 got a hold of his stance, running behind smg4 but flustered by the sudden hand grab turned into holding. "b-baka! w-where are we-"

"while i was locked up by tsb and by that weird pink sand time guy," smg4 interjected, "right before you guys found me i was starting my escape when i accidentally stumbled upon watching him put a weird helmet device onto tsb's head." the two running out of the dark void they were formally at, to a slim hallway of the same black stardust material on the walls, floor, and ceiling. "and that is relevant how?" smg3 queried, puzzled, taking a mental note of tsb following them behind. yet tsb wasn't close enough to listen to the smg's conversation.

"that helmet device is the key! i overheard that sand guy its used to go into memories of mortals!"

"so why did he put one on tsb? to manipulate and control him or some shit?"

"m-maybe? i don't know yet! but it's our ticket to hopefully stopping this rampage of his before that cartoon legit kills us! you're close with him, maybe you can try punching his chaotic shit out of his mind?" smg4 quizzed.

"pfftha! that i can do!" smg3 cheered, a smirk blooming across his face. becoming aware of the possibility of potentially saving his friend who may be mind-controlled, it just made sense! the tsb he knew would never act this strange or dangerous. an observation thought the purple guardian kept to himself, fully aware of what his partner may have opinionated if spoken aloud. smg3 may love his guardian partner, but he knows for a fact from the small crescent of his emo heart who tsb truly is as an individual. even if smg3 lacks personal background and proof to support his belief, he would curse smg4's name for believing it. he only hopes that one day smg4 could realize for himself, how wrong he is about the silly looney toon. only time could tell as smg4 continued to lead them to what seemed like an endless dream space. seeing the same black void tingled confusion in his mind, it felt like an illusion even seeing the same thing repeatedly. his eyes giving a sense of lost in reality.

finally, smg4 jerked into an open room of an iron door, a space surrounded by chalkboards, paper, technology equipment, and science shenanigans smg3 took note of. smg4 immediately began searching for one of the helmet devices he mentioned, successfully within seconds smg4 found it and held it high in accomplishment. it was shaped and looked like a thick, solid helmet made for riding bicycles, painted all white accompanied by a red, yellow, and blue stripe down the center of the headwear. immediately, smg4 began searching for a second one to complete the mind transaction process. just as he does, tsb creepily walks in announcing his entrance, "back by popular demand...ME!" the 'me' delivered in an almost demonic-like vocal expression.

smg3 let out a small cry in surprise, retreating to smg4's side, praying now that smg4 was right about this plan. "alright 3, you grab ahold of him as best you can in a still position so i can input this on top of his stupid head!" smg4 ordered, moving to the side cautiously eyeing tsb.

smg3 nodded, "got it." he spoke not as enthusiastic as before, as he began to mentally prepare to hold that crazy cartoon maniac down after already a long fighting session as his life seriously depended on it. he prepped his stance, knees bent down at a 90-degree angle, spreading his legs for a wider range. "come on now then, big boy! show daddy how much you love him!" smg3 shouted, fanning his hands as a motion to invite tsb to come at him.

tsb manically laughed, full sprinting and pouncing at smg3 letting out a fnaf 2 foxy jumpscare scream. immediately the two began wrestling hitting and smacking down tables and chairs that flooded the room, papers flying above as cords being detached were heard. smg3 attempts to land punches to only then be received with a bite on his arm instead. smg3 bit his lip in an attempt to hold in his screams of pain and instead used it as the perfect opportunity to flip their positions with smg3 now on top of him. pressing his arm further back into tsb's mouth to stabilize him with his head in an upward locked position, despite the bottom half of his body being twisted the other way due to his unnatural body physics. using his other hand to aggressively stabilize tsb's hands, whereas his foot locked down tsb's legs.

smg4 stood on the sidelines, patiently and anxiously waiting for smg3 to hold the cartoon still, and just as his partner did smg4 rushed in without a second thought placing the device on top of tsb's head. swiftly removing tsb's propeller hat to prevent it from getting in the way. remembering how the pink sand man did it on him by pressing a black button on the side to activate it. after it was finally set on tsb's head, smg4 took a step back watching as the man pinned on the ground attempted to remove the helmet to no avail.

"now what!?" smg3 yelled with a struggled tone, growing anxiously impatient and mentally screaming in agonizing pain, grinding his teeth hard as tsb only dug his teeth deeper into the purple guardian's arm urgently attempt for freedom.

"okay, okay, i just need you to hold your head still and i'll place the second helmet on you so you can mind travel into his crazy brains or whatever!" smg4 hurriedly said, just as panicked as his guardian partner. swiftly grabbing the second helmet he had behind him and rushing towards back to smg3.

however, tsb did not like the plan these partnered guardians were cooking up. this time, putting all his energy into brute force to twist smg3 down to the opposite side of smg4's path to prevent him from putting the helmet on.

the purple meme guardian screamed in agony as his head harshly hit the floor, his body positioned awkwardly to be kept down by tsb. smg4 jolted from the sudden change of control and stood frozen in fear. to tsb's misfortune, smg3 was still holding onto tsb's hands enough to continue to prevent him from manually removing the helmet. yet the catch was there was no safe possible way to input the helmet onto smg3's head without tsb interfering.

"smg3! i-i can't find a safe spot to put the helmet on you!" smg4 said worriedly, fearful of his plan coming to a defeat. it couldn't end like this, he needed to think of something! tsb only laughed to himself, concluding by default victorious without the consideration of smg3 coming to a concluded thought. a thought that not only would help them win on top but a thought that may finally answer his prayers for the person he cared most to finally understand.

"s-smg4," the purple counterpart started, "YOU have to put the helmet on!" this suggestion surprised both his partner and the animated cartoon. "you can't put it on me, but it's not impossible for you to put it on yourself. YOU got to go inside this dumb dr. pepper loving asshole's brains and fix him!"

"i-i can't do that!" smg4 stuttered, shaking anxiously realizing the aim smg3 was getting at.

"yes you can! you can do it for me or for hell's sake do it for tari! she needs out help! we can't waste anymore time smg4!" smg3 exclaimed impatiently.

"i don't know how-"

"NEITHER DO I!" smg3 bursted, "but you trust and believe in me enough to do it anyways from the start! i trust and believe right back at you man." smg4 stood idly shocked, and to his surprise so did tsb. catching himself staring into tsb's eyes, they were still narrowed like before but... this time he could see a white arrow-shape glimmer in them. it almost felt like he was pleading for him to do so, to put on the helmet... but why? as if lost time on a timer, tsb's eyes reeled back to maniac mode, and resumed his attempt to freed himself from smg3's bearable grasp. "DO IT NOW FOUR!" smg3 yelled as he pushed in all his remaining energy to hold tsb down.

in a hesitant instance, smg4 removed his hat and put the helmet on. "NOOO!" screamed tsb in a higher echoed pitch, an unrecognized voice that didn't belong to tsb. with one more glance at his best friend, the two meme guardians gave each other an agreeable nod as smg4 pushed the button. with one final physical motion as smg4 could hear the technology within the helmet activate, smg4 raised his arm up, and gave a thumbs up.

to be continued...

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fri: “watchman” was an outworldly entity, one could even label a god, but they were much more than that. an entity by physical appearance built up by particles of pink fluidity sand. as if a piece had its own consciousness. watchman was a playful being, understood empathy, sympathized with others, and yearned to nurture those suffering in pain. romantical pain even. always watching love play… always… watching… tick tock. 

[chasthewriter]

Noah if anyone was curious (nobody was curious as all)

Arent they silly