#that scarf is definitely a fashion choice

[forthbeaming]

im not saying anything but if this was in pit babe.....there is definitely mating bite under that obnoxious scarf

[rayveneyed]

cw: smut / a/b/o dynamics / cisfem!reader

contrary to popular, old-fashioned belief, alphas and omegas can be friends.

long gone are those times of wilful ignorance, the use of nature as an excuse for shitty behaviour —well, i'm an alpha, see, so i really can't help trying to shove my hand up your skirt, so—

most people are chill nowadays, you like to think — like to being the key phrase. sure, you get the occasional tradomega trying to tell you that you need to dive into your divine feminine and serve your alpha as god intended — and you've definitely been on the receiving side of some ticking biological clock rhetoric, for sure, by snot-nosed alphas with not even a single yen to their name — but it is what it is.

all of this to say that: when sero hanta is guts deep in you, it's completely platonic. completely. cute. casual. nowadays, no hair-brained ideas of marriage or monogamy or commitment accompany your coupling — it’s animal instinct, dirty and intense and slick and hot, scratching a biological itch, and that’s it.

you really lucked out on your choice of partner, too. sero’s an alpha, yes, but not in the derogatory sense. he doesn't get pissed when he smells other alphas on you, like a territorial dog; doesn't tell you that you should be settled down, already, with a household of pups to manage at 25 years of age; doesn't push and prod when you work long hours and devote most of your time to your career. he's funny, and goofy, and tall, and lean, and — and, well, his hair is floppy and inky black, and when he's hunched over you, sweat dripping onto your collarbone from his pointed nose, his cheeks flush the cutest shade of pink…

ahem. anyways.

while there are many omegas that are no doubt stronger than you when it comes to heats, forgoing human contact in favour of 700-odd pounds of silicone, you're part of the large majority that would rather shack up with somebody real. you're not knocking it, of course! your sock drawer is testament to the fact that you love your silicone, really, but there's just something about a person. all heat and skin-to-skin, sticky and nasty in a way that leaves you more satisfied than anything else.

and sero — with his kind eyes and goofy smile (and skintight hero suit) — is not only more than willing to help you through your heats, but have you enjoy them. not an easy feat when your insides are tying themselves up in knots between orgasms, but by god does he do it. something about his hips... something about the way he bows his head to your shoulder, grinding long and slow into you, hips pressed flush to hips. his lips brushing against your skin when he groans, his fingers tangling in your hair to pull your head back. you're not sure if you should be jealous of his obvious sexual experience, or just grateful that you get to be on the receiving end of it.

there is, of course, the obvious romantic connotations of it all. you’re not stupid enough to completely ignore it; after all, heats are these romanticised, coming-of-age-esque happenings, the plot of most early 2000 rom-coms and bad pornos. cute omega roommate forgets her suppressants and goes into heat! real alpha-omega love-making guaranteed!

but its not like that, because hanta is hanta and you are you. you’re like sharkboy and lavagirl. or fireboy and watergirl. whichever pairing fits the dynamic better — you’ve always been the hothead between you two.

“that’s a really shitty idea,” a friend warns you. she’d caught you with your scarf undone, baring the hickies that hanta had left on you to the world — an embarrassing result of the occasional non-heat trysts you’d find yourself caught up in. you couldn’t even blame the heat hormones for the way you’d almost mauled him, but a girl simply has needs! “i’m telling you, casual heat sex never works. trust me.”

but it works for you and hanta, right? because no matter how much you fight, how much you disagree, how much you chastise him for putting himself directly in the line of fire — on live tv, no less! — it all melts away in a pile of blankets and pillows. no matter how deep his cock drives in you, no matter how his teeth scrape your scent glands and have your toes curling against his back, it all ends up the same — slumped in front of the tv, lazily lounging on your phone while he boots up his nintendo 64 to kick ganondorf’s ass for the billionth time.

(and it doesn’t matter that sero isn’t seeing anyone else — it doesn’t matter that he’s deleted his dating apps, or that you keep the pillow he sleeps on when he comes over so that you can scent it when he’s gone. it doesn’t matter that he reminds you to take your anxiety meds — you know, omegas are 44% more likely to have GAD than the average person? — or that he remembers how you take your tea, coffee, and pho. these are things you’d do with any friend, of course.)

it’s cute. casual. not at all romantic, so surely you shouldn’t think twice about leaving a toothbrush at his place. and what harm could a set of pyjamas do? and you could always do with an extra pair of socks, and your skincare, and perhaps an extra phone charger…?

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Charlotte Katakuri - "Doughnut-holes"

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I need to post something today and I just realized that I haven't written anything for my adorable doughnut loving, scarf wearing, large mama having husband in a good while; so here's a little something for him real quick. — Benny 🐰

                                                                                                   

"So there's... fourteen glazed twists, twenty-three long johns, nine chocolate frosted, twelve jelly, twenty-one devil's food, sixteen coconut, eighteen bear claws, six old-fashioned and three crates of doughnut-holes of various flavors. So, one hundred and nineteen doughnuts in total, that's a little less than usual but it'll do."

[Name] turns to their seated husband expectantly and motions to the deep fried delicacies that littered the large table. The large man places a finger on his bottom lip as he ponders his choices; they're all equally delicious, so he'll definitely have a hard time choosing which one to start with.

Katakuri feels his cheeks flush as he timidly shrugs his shoulders and gestures back to his lover with skyward palms, practically begging the h/c-ette to choose for him as he's incapable of doing so.

"I can't— I can't choose... 'm sorry..."

[Name] chuckles at their husband's shy demeanour; he's still so timid even after they've been married for nearly 5 years. Gosh, Katakuri was so damn cute.

Picking up an accompanying scoop and large bucket that was delivered with the desserts, the h/c-ette scoops doughnut-holes from the opened crate into the bucket until it was full about 2 inches from the top, before carrying it over to the seated dark raspberry haired man and crawling onto the bed.

[Name] nestles the bucket between Katakuri's legs before making him lay his head on their thighs. They grab a doughnut-hole and hold it to his lips as they give him a gentle smile.

"Say 'Ah'~"

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[canisvesperus]

I’ve seen some discussion on this, so allow me to explain something.

Some people do not seem to grasp why artists like me draw so much fashionable Eridan. He’s not fashionable at all, just look at his canon outfit, they say. Well, it is simple. Eridan is one of the few trolls actually experimenting with fashion at a young age in the comic. Look me in the eye and tell me you too weren’t a hot mess trying to dress “fashionable” in middle school. Yet, chances are that if you had that awareness and drive early on, you will also develop a sense of style and grasp on aesthetics earlier in life compared to your peers. This was my experience. I was well known for being very stylish as a kid, but this didn’t happen overnight. Indeed, if you were one of these kids you most definitely started off with some odd or disharmonious clothing combinations that you threw together in an attempt to express yourself aesthetically despite inexperience in that type of self-expression. I can’t speak for everyone else, but I usually draw young adult Eridan. Obviously given some time, his tastes would develop and mature into something derived from those original aesthetic visions, but far more cohesive.

It’s clear he’s trying to assert his individualism and status in his clothing choices, and most of y’all shrug him off as having bad taste while not also foreseeing the intent and vision behind those choices. I see it, and so do other artists. We differ in how we portray this derivation because there are frankly a dozen different directions he could take it depending on the circumstances of the post-canon/fix it scenario. This is why you may see me refer to the Eridan in my depictions as “my Eridan”. I don’t presume to depict something identical to Homestuck proper, nor am I particularly interested in doing so. If you’re the type of person who is married to the events of canon and cannot consider a scenario involving an older Eridan who was allowed to grow and change, this is why we are not seeing eye to eye— and I’m certain this is the root cause of various other discourses as they pertain to portraying the character in post-canon fanworks. That’s fine. That’s your choice. My choice is different.

Eridan consistently demonstrates concern (an excess, really, which backfired for him in the cruelest of ways poor thing) with respect to how he is perceived, hence the consciously thought out image-crafting and classic Eridan façades that his own peers call him out on for being poorly executed, transparent, and otherwise not believable. They were kids. This is normal. Of course he doesn’t have himself figured out yet. It’s a process. Some people in this fandom believe his façade in the most literal and uncritical of ways but this is all a story for another day. Is his drip game shit though, without regards for fan interpretations? If you’re asking me, I don’t think it’s really that bad considering his age. I really don’t think it’s that bad. That kind of scarf with the cape is a bit much to wear around the neck. Maybe he’ll swap the big scarf for something similar in function and category but less top heavy— a cravat, jabot, bandana, or lavallière? If the cape is too overwhelming for the rest of the outfit, a smaller caplet, shawl, or a coat will work. To accommodate some of the alternative neckwear, a shirt with a collar would be preferable. What many people perceive as a turtleneck sweater, need not be entirely sacrificed. Put a sweater vest on that boy. I see lots of complaints about the shoes and pants. More discreet pinstripes and more formal shoes (field boots, paddock boots, oxfords) will work. Of course he can go in the opposite direction, less formal, in that case the cape can go and the long scarf can stay, get some cool sneakers, consider denim bottoms or casual slacks in a single color, accents welcome. However this isn’t the derivation I pursue so I feel less qualified to speculate. He could ditch all of it even. Start new and fresh especially if he were to go through a markedly subversive reclamation of identity and character redemption sort of process. In any case, he can work with it!!! You just have to believe in him.

I believe Eridan had a lot of narrative potential that was wasted, possibly out of disinterest for the character. It’s only predictable that artists like me simply want to devise a world in which these characters had a chance to actually live their lives. I truly do not understand why there has to be so much confusion over this. That‘s all.

[spotaus]

Dang, that redraw hits hard in 2024 🙏

Below are the old versions! (The left is my very very literally first drawing of Ichor! The others followed a few months/years later-)

Some design breakdowns under the cut!

Okay, okay-

^this guy!! I drew him on my janky old laptop with a tiny lil drawing pad right after my Mlp phase in middleschool. He was one of my first designs and I'll confidently say the first utmv oc who made it onto a drawing format. At the time I refused to draw hands correctly and drew claws instead- Ichor here still had his name "Ichor" and was supposed to be a combo between Reaper and Red. He had his chains because he was a fickle God of death who needed to be held back by his fellow gods lest he wreak havoc on the surface. I love this design to death, mostly because I always think back on it to see how far I've come and how Ichor's been here forever! (Note that here he doesn't have his iconic gold tooth or purple arm. His clawed hands inspired me for the purple arm though, and the one spiked white tooth eventually became his gold tooth!)

^ This is post iPad acquisition thanks to my school getting some new funding. I don't think I drew this on procreate but I can't remember the name of the app smh. This version of Ichor was similar to the old one. Less bent on destruction, more just a trickster. (This one and the other one always fell into 'Teenage' vibes). Now he has shoes, the gold tooth, and the arm! Though he still has both eyelights and the 'crack' in his socket is still a gold scar instead. This *is* where I gave him his gray pants, but the slash on his jacket... uhh... swapped directions?? Idk about that one- But fun fact! The spot on his jacket is a mark of how he'd be killed one day if that came to pass! He doesn't know, no one does, but it's true! Old prophecy locked up somewhere in the Ruins. (Actually, Toriel might be aware.) His arm here is super desaturated because I wanted to keep it a minor detail. That changes very quickly 👀

^ He's lanky af!!! I always go through a phase of drawing things too short, then too tall. Welcome to Ichor's Way Too Tall phase! I wanted him to be big and chunky but uhh. That 'silhouette' talk got to me. Here the biggest differences? The hand is out of the pocket and includes his sword! (Which is Canon still) The scarf is here too! At first the scarf was a gift from Reward, then it was from Reward being killed, then it was just a bold fashion choice?(I settled on it being a gift from Reward again, to help him cover the collar) His socket is finally empty, the crack is there too. His teeth are all straight besides the one gold tooth, and the hand is very purple this time. The lore I wanna mention in this bit is the soul! It's constantly been a pale yellow, but here it has a hole in it! This isn't something that stocks, but the idea of it does. Ichir's chains prevent him from healing with his godly magic, so he's stuck on 1 hp. The god's souls are naturally gold, abd here, Ichor's soul was wounded when he was captured, so he's slowly been fighting off death. (In the final version his soul is white with fading gold, showing how his magic is restricted)

^Honorable mention jumpscare because this is actually a sticker I made about 2 years ago? Not exactly the same pose but it was definitely inspired and it shows how certain elements have stuck around since the last doodle. (This sticker is currently on a sketchbook at my house lmao-)

^And then current! I used to be allergic to using the same colors twice, so he used to have different shades of yellow abd gold everywhere. Now the yellow/gold is all the same! His eyebags (which started in the Lanky era) are more pronounced, he's more classic-shaped than he's ever been, and as per usual I don't think I drew his purple hand right. But! He's my boy, and that's what matters! Side note: His chains aren't visible here, but that's because I've decided that he prefers to hide them. His sleeves are puffy so he can tuck them away, his scarf covers the length of the chain on his collar, etc. It just doesn't make narrative sense that he'd leave them exposed like that. He's also in his old man era finally! Been trying to draw him like this fir years!!!

[fever-project]

All the LU Warriors headcanons I’m seeing in the tags makes me want to share my own so uh, have them.

He rarely talked for most of his life. He never really wanted to after puberty hit, he didn’t like how his voice sounded. So he barely interacted with anyone that wasn’t his immediate family. After the war started, however, he wanted to talk more. Even though Proxi could talk for him-which he was very grateful for-he wanted to be able to voice his own opinions by himself.

Speaking of immediate family, he currently has none. He and Linkle are not biologically related, but after the war they now consider themselves to siblings. Linkle’s older by two days.

Wars has a thing for his Zelda(I’m not calling her Artemis I do not like that name for her)but he hasn’t made any moves yet. He gets nauseous whenever he thinks about dating in any kind(mainly Cia’s fault). Zelda respects this, and doesn’t show that she has any romantic feelings about him whatsoever because she doesn’t want to scare him. Wars just thinks his love is one sided, making him wanting to ask her out even less. Linkle’s trying her best to help them out, but she hasn’t been successful yet.

Enough about love, because Wars is a-spec. He’s somewhere on there, I know it. Definitely not me projecting.

Wars loves clothing and the occasional dressing up. He never tells anyone this, but everyone during the war knew it. He got the others to participate too.

Legend once sarcastically criticized Wars’ fashion choice and he changed into his Koholint Hero’s Clothes for a week. Wars did not tell him why he did or what the clothes were called, but Wars felt so proud of himself. Legend just thought he was just making fun of him for his pink hair or something.

Wants to tell Legend so bad about Marin, but Marin probably told him that if he ever meets her Link, to not tell him he met her. She didn’t want to give him any hope that they’ll meet again, because they won’t.

Wars loves fairies. He loves them so much. He loves feeding them, dressing them up, taking care of them, all of that. Fairies love him too, because he tries to feed them whenever the chain isn’t looking. He tries to make sure that no one else knows, since he thinks it’s a bit embarrassing.

Wars wants to use everyone’s items one day. He had so much fun using the Spinner during the war, not to mention the Fire Rod. But he never really asks, since he doesn’t wants to come off as weird.

The ends of his scarf/cape thing used to be red, like in the game, but the dye faded after a few years. He tried to redye it, but it didn’t really work.

He was the captain of his own, specific group consisting of the wayward warriors from across time. They all did interact with regular soldiers, but they mostly worked with just each other and looked to Wars to guide them. Since he usually only command with these guys so I guess he was more of a lieutenant? Idk how ranks work tbh. Nevertheless, he was always called captain by the others, since most of them didn’t really know how ranks worked either. Captain just seemed to fit him. The others who did know about ranks just went along with calling him captain.

Impa helped him so much you have no idea. He was a pretty good leader by himself, but he always appreciated the help.

Both dislikes Tingle and is eternally confused by him. And disturbed. Can’t bring himself to hate him though.

Wars knows things. He’ll nod his head along whenever Time or Wind tell the group their stories, he’s heard them all before anyhow. He does the same with Legend, Sky, and Twilight when they share as well, since he’s heard a lot from their friends. He usually pretends that he doesn’t know anything, however. He’s just nodding along to nod along.

Wars hasn’t told Sky that he met Fi before yet. He doesn’t want to give him any false hope that she’ll wake up again.

he hopes that she’ll wake up too.

Wars doesn’t really understand Four’s negative view of dark magic, or anyone’s negative view of dark magic. A few of his items has a dark attribute, he’s worked with people who had dark magic(like midna), and he’s taken care of dark fairies. Dark magic is just like fire or water magic to him, it’s another type of magic that just so happens to be used by bad guys a lot.

Wars gets along pretty well with Twilight. I’d like to think he’s close with everybody, and besides Time and Wind(and the more teasing relationship with Legend) Twilight’s up there. Probably tied with Sky.

Probably interacts with Hyrule, Wild, and Four the least, compared to others. They all get along, but he almost never actively searches for them to hang out.

Very vague whenever he talks about his adventure. Usually just says something about the war and refuses to elaborate. Everyone’s usually fine with this since most of them do the same thing, but he’s dramatic about it.

[anywaymuahahahaha]

Kirby’s Surprise Sleepover Adventure!

Chapter Six: Truth or Dare!

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With the four friends now inside Kirby’s house after their outdoor activities, Magolor took the center of the room. He seemed very eager to begin the game. He clapped his hands with glee and bounced up and down.

“Well, Magolor… Let’s hear all about this exciting game!” Kirby said enthusiastically as he watched him pace about.

“Ooohh, you’ll like this one! It’s a classic.” Magolor was beaming with excitement as he continued to smile and clap.

Bandana Waddle Dee felt himself growing more nervous about this “game” knowing all too well that Magolor could be plotting something devious once again. In spite of everything that happened earlier, he was still in high spirits.

“I’ll explain the rules! It’s quite simple actually.” He began.

“When it is your turn, you will choose one of us to pick ‘truth or dare’. If they choose ‘truth’ well, they’ll have to tell you a secret! Heehee!! But if they choose ‘dare’…” Magolor giggled devilishly.

“Then they’ll have to do whatever you say! If they refuse, well…they lose! Simple as that! Ready to begin?” Magolor cupped his hands together and nodded his head in his trademark fashion.

“Since Kirby is the hosting this fantastic get-together, and it is his house, he’ll go first!”

“Me, really!? I get to go first!?” Kirby marveled, his eyes twinkling like the stars of Dream Land themselves.

“That’s right, Kirby! Go ahead, choose one of us!” Said Magolor as he sat down alongside Bandana Waddle Dee and Elfilin. The three of them, all eager to be chosen by Kirby stood tall in their seats and awaited his decision anxiously.

Kirby looked between his three friends and contemplated the decision. He turned his attention to Bandana Waddle Dee and smiled.

“Let’s see…” Kirby pointed to his quiet, blue scarfed companion.

“Bandana Waddle Dee! I choose you! Truth or dare!”

“Oh, wow, me!?” Bandana Waddle Dee cried out anxiously, perking up at the sound of his name.

“Yeah, you! Truth or dare!”

Bandana Waddle Dee felt slightly caught off guard. He glanced around the room nervously.

“I just pick one?…Oh, geez…Well…”

Truth…or dare? Oh, I definitely don’t want Magolor to hear any of my secrets! …Kirby wouldn’t make me do anything too drastic… I should be safe to pick dare with him, right? …

“Okay, Kirby! I choose…dare!”

Magolor instantly lit up with joy at the sound of those words.

“Good choice, my friend!” He cheered, clapping his hands happily. Bandana Waddle Dee sighed in anticipation of what could happen to him now.

Kirby took a look around his messy house pondering on what he could dare his friend to do. The puffball was deep in thought for several minutes before a big smile grew on his face. Finally, the perfect thought had struck him.

“Hmm… Oh, I know!! Bandana Waddle Dee, I dare you to go find me a piece of cake!” He said while rubbing his round, pink belly.

Magolor seemed disappointed immediately at Kirby’s request while Bandana Waddle Dee appeared to be delighted by the idea.

“That’s it!? All right then! I’m on it, Kirby!” Just as Bandana Waddle Dee got up and prepared to fetch Kirby his dessert, he was stopped by Magolor who used his dimensional vanish to appear in front of him, blocking his way.

“Woah, woah, woah- Wait just a minute. Kirby, this is truth or dare. Remember, he has to do whatever you say!” Magolor shot an intense, almost threatening look to Bandana Waddle Dee.

“Yeah, I know that! I want cake, I’m hungry!” Kirby replied as he continued to rub his once again empty stomach.

“Sure, Kirby. But cake? That’s just too easy. You gotta think bigger than that!” Magolor insisted, his eyes growing wide with excitement.

“Hey! Knock it off, Magolor! Wait your turn!” Bandana Waddle Dee barked angrily at him.

Magolor ignored his remark and continued on.

“Kirby, why settle for a simple piece of cake? How about…”

Magolor giggled and slowly floated towards the center of the room.

“How about…You dare him to… fetch you an exotic dessert from another dimension?” Magolor proposed, his voice growing louder with every word.

“WHAT!? How the heck am I supposed to do that!?” Bandana Waddle Dee shouted in protest.

“It’s quite simple, really. Heehee…”

Magolor raised his hands into the air. The lights in the room began to flicker and the ground trembled underneath them. Above Magolor a small tear started to appear in the air. Kirby, Bandana Waddle Dee and Elfilin watched in shock and confusion as it grew bigger and bigger. It became so big that it caused heavy winds to form, sending what Kirby had around the room flying all over the place. Magolor cackled as the ripple grew bigger and bigger until it finally turned into a dark purple, star shaped black hole. The room began to descend into utter chaos as Kirby, Elfilin and Bandana Waddle Dee all clung on tightly to whatever they could find to protect themselves from being sucked up into it.

“MAGOLOR WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Kirby shouted, but to no avail as the sound of the room being ripped apart by the black hole was overpowering his cries.

Kirby's refrigerator and sofa were sucked up into the unforgiving vortex Magolor created, with even more of his stuff after that. Nothing and no one in the room was safe from the power of this black hole.

As Elfilin stared into the black hole, something about it began to feel familiar. He observed it carefully and finally realized that he had seen it before.

Say…This looks just like that black hole I saw earlier today in the village when I was with Magolor…He… He can summon these things whenever he wants!? Was he the one who did that!? That would mean…-

“MAGOLOR!!!”

Elfilin’s train of thought was interrupted by Kirby’s panicked shouts. Magolor however, couldn’t be happier as he smiled and cackled away like a supervillain amidst this pandemonium that he had caused. He finally took note of Kirby’s distress and gave him a reassuring nod.

“Oh, Kirby, don’t be so dramatic. I know what I’m doing.” He said with a wink.

The black hole sucked away both Bandana Waddle Dee and Magolor’s sleeping bags along with more of Kirby’s things.

“Hey!! My sleeping bag! Kirby, do something! “Bandana Waddle Dee yelled.

He held onto the doorknob of Kirby’s front door tightly but could feel himself slipping. The black hole's power was becoming too much for him to fend off. Magolor then floated over towards Bandana Waddle Dee. Not affected by the black hole’s power at all, he clapped his hands with a cheeky smirk across his face.

“Alright, Bandana Waddle Dee! It’s time to get Kirby that piece of cake!”

Bandana Waddle Dee felt a surge of panic growing inside him.

“What!? Are you CRAZY!? I’m not going in there!” He yelled angrily as he continued to hold on for dear life.

“You have to, it’s the rules!” Magolor snickered.

“No! I’m done playing this stupid game!”

“What? So, you’re gonna give up, just like that?”

Bandana Waddle Dee gulped nervously and stared into the depths of the black hole. He stomach twisted at the thought of getting sucked into it.

“What’s gonna happen if I go in there?”

“Well…There is only one way to find out!”

Magolor quickly dimensional vanished behind Bandana Waddle Dee and with one swift push, sent him flying into the black hole.

“KIRBYYYY!!” He yelled as he spiraled into the dark abyss.

His shouts for help got quieter and quieter as the black hole swallowed him up. After a few seconds the gale force winds came to an end and black hole finally dissipated. What remained inside Kirby’s house afterwards was completely strewn all over the room. Finally able to let go, Elfilin watched as Kirby angrily approached Magolor.

“WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR, MAGOLOR!?WHERE DID BANDANA WADDLE DEE GO?!” He yelled in a panicked frenzy.

“Relax, Kirby. I didn’t send him anywhere dangerous, in fact, I sent him somewhere he would probably enjoy very much! Wouldn’t surprise me if he decided to stay there forever.”

“BRING HIM BACK NOW !!!”

“Kirby, he’s going to need some time to find that precious piece of cake you wanted so badly.”

“NOW!” Kirby shouted furiously.

Magolor scoffed and rolled his eyes. He sighed and floated back up to the center of the room once more.

“Ohhh, fine! But don’t blame me if he comes back empty-handed!”

Magolor once again rose his hands up high in the air and like before, summoned another black hole. But this time, instead of sucking up what remained of Kirby and his home, it spit out everything it had sucked up earlier, from Bandana Waddle Dee’s sleeping bag to Kirby’s furniture and belongings. Finally, out came Bandana Waddle Dee tumbling to the floor. There wasn’t a scratch on him but he seemed to be quite shaken up from the ordeal. Magolor slowly approached him and snickered.

“Well, it looks like you didn’t find that piece of cake after all. Looks like you lose! Hehehehe…”

Bandana Waddle Dee’s face turned bright red. He stood up and angrily stomped over to Kirby and pointed over to Magolor.

“That’s it, Kirby! Now, it’s my turn! I dare you to make Magolor go home!!”

“Hey, that’s not how you play the game!” Magolor yelled, flailing his hands about.

“Either he goes, or I go!! He’s done nothing but pick on me since the moment he got here! I’ve had enough!”

Kirby nodded and turned to Magolor sternly. Elfilin hurried over to Bandana Waddle Dee happy to see his friend was alright.

“Bandana Waddle Dee!” He cheered as the two of them hugged each other tightly. Meanwhile, Kirby still furious over Magolor’s antics once again, shook his head with disdain.

“Magolor… Listen, I’m really sorry, but you’re going to have to go. What you did to Bandana Waddle Dee was too far!”

“Y-You’re kicking me out?!” Magolor’s laughter quickly stopped, and a look of deep concern grew on his face. Elfilin too, glanced over at them, expressing some worry at Kirby’s remarks.

“We tried to give you a chance but if you can’t play nice then you can’t stay.”

“But…But Kirby!… I was just getting him back for what he did to me!” Magolor pleaded as he frantically grabbed Kirby’s arm tightly.

“Getting him back??” Kirby frowned.

“That’s right! Remember earlier? He pushed me into that lake! You should have seen the look in his eye!”

Bandana Waddle Dee scowled with disgust and stormed over to them nearly bursting with rage.

“He started it Kirby, you should have heard the things he said to me!”

Magolor gasped at his words and looked at a Kirby with sad eyes.

“Do you hear this?! He’s berating me once again! He’s so cruel!” Magolor whimpered, desperately clinging to Kirby like he was a lost child.

Elfilin found himself feeling conflicted about all of this. Of course, he cared about Magolor, but he was finally starting to see the other side of him that he had been so ostensibly warned about. The black hole …Magolor had summoned it all along. Could he really be the “liar and a wizard” that Bandana Waddle Dee described him as? As much as Elfilin wanted to have faith, Magolor’s flaws were becoming increasingly evident, and he was starting to see for himself why he seems to clash with a lot of the folks around town. Bandana Waddle Dee in particular. It was rather perplexing to see two of Kirby’s closest friends butt heads so much. He wasn’t sure if there was anything he could do to end this fighting between the two of them. He watched from the side as they continued their dispute.

“Kirby, this hooligan is just trying to get rid of me again! Just ignore him and move on!”

“Magolor, look at what that black hole of yours did to my house!” Kirby pointed towards the tumultuous scene caused by Magolor’s antics.

“It’s gonna take us all night to clean this up! I’m sorry… But you really are going to have to go.”

Magolor tightened his grip on Kirby’s arm and looked up at him with big eyes.

“You know I was just kidding around! That’s what friends do, remember?” Magolor pleaded.

Elfilin watched as Kirby began to escort Magolor out. Bandana Waddle Dee watched from the side with a smirk on his face. Elfilin quickly flew over to him.

“Please don’t let Kirby kick Magolor out!” He whispered loudly.

“Why do you want him here anyway? He’s a bully, Elfilin. Why can’t you see that?”

“…Magolor is my friend! Just like you are, Bandana Waddle Dee! Listen…I know what he did wasn’t very nice, he was just having fun! He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you! Trust me!”

“Fun!? You saw what he did Elfilin! He sent me to Another Dimension!!”

“I…I didn’t know he was capable of doing something like that.” Elfilin couldn’t get the image of Magolor conjuring up the black hole out of his mind.

“Well, he is! You saw it yourself, Elfilin! Now do you believe me?”

“Bandana Waddle Dee…I…I know Magolor seems to be giving you a hard time, but… he mean well! Besides, you heard him, right? He was just playing around!” Elfilin affirmed, hoping to reassure his dejected friend.

Bandana Waddle Dee shook his head and frowned.

“You know, you’re starting to sound just like him…” he mumbled.

Elfilin panicked for a moment as Magolor was nearly out the door at this point. He found himself feeling torn between the two of them but couldn’t bear to make a choice. Whatever Elfilin could do, he had to do it fast before Magolor was sent packing. Knowing what had to be done Elfilin sighed deeply and hoped that it would work.

Oh, Bandana Waddle Dee… please forgive me for this!

“Listen! I…uh, I wasn’t supposed to say anything but…but Magolor…H-He told me that he’s sorry about what he said to you earlier! He feels really bad about the whole thing!” Elfilin went on.

“Magolor is… sorry?” Bandana Waddle Dee remained skeptical but kept listening.

“I-It’s true! Really! He told me himself!…He wanted to tell you but he was…afraid...” Elfilin nodded, knowing that Magolor said no such thing.

“Why would Magolor be afraid of me?”

“Well…because…” Elfilin stammered.

“He just…really wants to be your friend!…He wants all of us to be friends!”

“Did Magolor put you up to this?”

“WHAT!? N-no! I- He told me he was just…waiting for… you know, the right time to say it to you himself! Yeah! H-he said something about… doing that after the game.” Elfilin stuttered.

Bandana Waddle Dee looked curiously at Elfilin. Something didn’t feel quite right about this story.

“…Are you sure, Elfilin?…”

“Of course, I am! I would…never…lie to you…”

Elfilin looked at him with big, endearing eyes hoping he could find it in his heart to forgive Magolor one last time. Bandana Waddle Dee sighed and shook his head.

“Alright then…I guess I believe you… I know you would never lie the way he does.…”

“Elfilin…Please don’t let his bad habits rub off on you. Don’t become like him. A lying, good-for-nothing traitor.”

Those words stabbed Elfilin like a knife. As much as it hurt to tell a lie to his friend Elfilin was willing to take that risk to keep the party going.

“Hehehe…N-No way! You don’t need to worry about me, Bandana Waddle Dee!”

“I’ll tell Kirby Magolor can stay. But I’m doing this for you! Not for him.”

Elfilin smiled and sighed with relief. He wasn’t nearly as good at lying as Magolor was, but his ruse seemed to do the trick.

I…I’ll apologize and tell him the truth after the game!… Maybe this will all blow over and by tonight things will be better than ever! Just try to stay positive Elfilin… It was just a little white lie! Nothing more!

Meanwhile, Magolor was still fighting to keep Kirby from kicking him out. Magolor stood in front of the door blocking Kirby from getting any closer to it as he continued to plea his case. Bandana Waddle Dee hurried over to them.

“Kirby, wait!” He called out.

Both Kirby and Magolor directed their full attention to him.

“I was thinking… Maybe Magolor doesn’t have to go… If he really means he’s sorry then… Maybe he can stay…”

Magolor’s face lit up almost instantly. He was barely able to contain his excitement as he quickly dashed over to Bandana Waddle Dee’s side.

“Of course, I’m sorry! I would never dream of hurting any of my friends!” He said, his hands clasped together tightly. He brushed some dust off of Bandana Waddle Dee.

“I’m all right. It was nothing really, I’m fine.” Bandana Waddle Dee blushed and looked away nervously as Magolor continued to brush excess dust off him.

“Really, I’m fine! You can stop now!” He said, slightly raising his voice.

“I know things got off to a rough start but remember, Elfilin doesn’t get to come here that often, so I want to make sure he has a really good time! Let’s all try to get along! No more black holes and no more arguing okay?”

“Of course, Kirby! You have my word.” Magolor stated with a nod.

“Bandana Waddle Dee, are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, Kirby I’m tough, I can handle it. I wasn’t there for very long, anyway.”

“See, Kirby? I told you he’d be just fine! Give your pal some credit! Perhaps I did get a bit carried away and for that, I do apologize. I promise I’ll try to tone things down a bit from here on out.” Magolor smirked. As they prepared to head back, Magolor extended his hand out to Bandana Waddle Dee.

“Nothing good comes of fighting. Let’s start over. Truce?” He said smiling at him from under his hooded scarf.

Bandana Waddle Dee stared at Magolor unsure if he was being sincere or if it was all just an act once again. His kindness towards him never felt genuine but for Elfilin’s sake he needed to give him the benefit of the doubt. They may never be the best of friends, but they can at least be accepting of one another. Bandana Waddle Dee accepted Magolor’s handshake with a reluctant smile.

“Perfect!” Magolor beamed. He clutched Bandana Waddle Dee’s hand and headed back over to the where they started. Magolor clapped with delight as his crazed laughter filled the room.

“Wow!! What an exciting start to the game, huh? How about that? Alright then, Bandana Waddle Dee and Kirby…you both lose!” Magolor proclaimed, snickering.

“What!? We lost!?” They both cried in unison.

“That’s right! Bandana Waddle Dee failed to retrieve a piece of cake and you didn’t send me home as he requested which means you didn’t fulfill the requirements of the dare, therefore… you both lose! Sorry! Rules are rules! Heehee..”

“Well… I guess you’re right Magolor! Those are the rules! Looks like we’re out!” Kirby replied, nodding in agreement. Bandana Waddle Dee exhaled deeply, relieved to be freed from Magolor’s game.

“That’s too bad. Looks like it’s just you and me, Little Dude!” Elfilin perked up as Magolor gave him his full attention.

“Well, go on! It’s your turn!” He said smiling.

With Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee out, he had only Magolor to ask. He grew anxious as he still felt slightly intimidated by him and wasn’t entirely sure if he was capable of challenging Magolor at this kind of game.

“Alright, Magolor…truth or dare!”

“You know what? I think I’ll shake things up a bit! I choose…truth!”

Elfilin was taken aback that Magolor would choose truth over a dare. He assumed Magolor would welcome a challenge. Elfilin realized this was a golden opportunity. A chance to get the answers he’s been seeking since the two of them met today. Elfilin had a torrent of questions swimming in his mind but he knew he had to ask the right one. The perfect question to finally get the truth straight from Magolor himself.

“Alright then, Magolor…Is it true…” Elfilin gulped anxiously, unsure if he was brave enough to ask such a bold question. It was now or never.

“Is it true that… you once betrayed Kirby?”

Everyone went dead silent as if the air were just sucked out of the room. Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee exchanged shocked glances. Magolor’s smile vanished instantly. His ears went limp as he looked down sadly to the floor.

“Well…” He stated with a sigh.

“I suppose no one is safe from their past, are they?”

Kirby gasped and frantically waved his hands in the air.

“Ohhhhh! We really don’t have to talk about that! Elfilin, why don’t you ask him something else?” Kirby asked anxiously.

“It’s alright, Kirby. He deserves to know the truth…It’s not like I could keep it a secret forever…” Magolor stated calmly in contrast to Kirby’s panic.

“Are you sure you want to talk about…that?”

“In fact, I’d be happy to tell the Little Dude all about it.” Magolor slowly floated up overhead everyone. Elfilin watched with intrigue.

“So…You want to know what really happened, huh? Fine. Let me explain everything…”

Magolor turned his back to them and looked out the window into the sky. He caught a glimpse of a shining star’s light from the distance and smiled.

“You see, Little Dude. Much like yourself, I too, come from a distant planet, all the way from another dimension. It’s super far away. Have you ever heard of a place called Halcandra?”

“Halcandra?”

“That’s right! Halcandra was my home for a long time. A…really long time.” Magolor mumbled. He turned back around and began to pace about the room.

“Halcandra was…well, it was kind of like your home, Little Dude. Abandoned… Forgotten… It was once a thriving community full of brilliant minds and advanced technology unlike anything you’ve ever seen! …But that was a long time ago. These days, everything and everyone was gone. Well, everyone except me, that is.”

Elfilin leaned in closer with big, open ears and continued to listen as he found himself already captivated by Magolor’s words.

“It was just me, all by myself on that big, empty planet. I didn’t have any friends of my own… The days were long. It was lonely and also got pretty boring. What’s a guy to do with all that time?…”

Bandana Waddle Dee sunk his head down low.

Enough with the sob story, just get to the part where you ruined everything!!

“One day I stumbled upon this amazing place! It was a little old and worn down of course, but inside were hundreds, even thousands of books as far as the eye could see. From that day on, I spent most of my time reading every single book I could get my hands on.”

“Wow! What kind of books did they have on Halcandra?” Elfilin asked.

“Everything! I read books that told stories of adventure, friendship, tragedy…even romance.” Magolor said slightly blushing.

“I learned a lot about the universe! I learned about ancient civilizations, cutting edge technologies and powerful, cosmic beings from across the galaxies… There was a whole Universe out there just waiting to be explored. I couldn’t sit idly by any longer. Somehow, I was going to get off that wretched wasteland of a planet and see what the Universe had to offer! I…I read about a mysterious possibly even sentient ship somewhere on the planet…And by some stroke of luck, I found it! It was completely destroyed. You couldn’t even open the doors. It took a little while but with the knowledge I gained from my studies, I was able to repair it back to flying shape!”

“Wow, you actually have a real spaceship, that you fixed up all by yourself?” Elfilin said, his eyes shining with wonder.

“I sure do! The Lor Starcutter! I’ll have to Take you for a spin around the universe sometime!” Magolor smiled at Elfilin for a brief moment before his expression grew more somber.

“Well… Around that same time was when I had read about…” Magolor paused for a moment. His voice began to tremble as it became clear that what he was about to discuss was going to be difficult for him.

“Something so evil…I-I won’t even speak its name. This thing… this… horrible thing… It was rumored that anyone who took control of it could obtain… limitless power. After being alone for as long as I was… It was hard to resist the temptation. I had to see it for myself…” Magolor’s quiet voice grew more solemn as he went on.

"So, I took my newly repaired Starcutter to the rumored location. It took quite a bit of searching, but I found it! Unfortunately for me, it was being protected by a vicious Dragon named Landia. I foolishly attempted to take it from them myself and…failed. I narrowly escaped with my life. That's when I remembered..."

Magolor turned to Kirby with his signature smile. That familiar warm, friendliness that was always in his voice had returned.

“During my travels, I heard many stories about the legendary Kirby of the Stars! The hungry hero of Popstar who is always willing to help out a stranger in need. With that in mind, I made a last-ditch effort by fleeing to Planet Popstar in hopes of finding this Kirby to help me with my efforts. It took everything the Lor had but we made it to Popstar… Not in one piece of course! Thanks to my…crash landing it didn’t take Kirby long at all to find me! And the rumors were true! You truly lived up to your reputation! Heehee! Kirby agreed to help me, a complete stranger. No questions asked! It was almost too good to be true. With the help of Kirby and his friends, the Lor was fixed once again. When we all first met I promised them a trip to Halcandra once the Lor was repaired. I kept my word and took them there. But… not for a fun trip to see my home like I led them to believe. No… Once we arrived, I convinced Kirby that the Dragon guarding that horrible thing stole it from me. Kirby bravely took on the challenge and as expected, took them down with ease.” Magolor nodded, pondering the memory. As he loomed above the three of his friends, cast in a dark, almost ominous shadow. The warmth left his voice almost as quickly as it came back.

“And there it was. Limitless power. Right at my grasp. At that moment… Everything I had ever cared about before didn’t matter anymore. All I cared about was the power…that damn power. Nothing else mattered. I had become obsessed with the idea of being some kind of all-powerful being just like the ones I read about in all those stories. I lost all sight of who I was. That thing indeed gave me the power I craved, yes. But at a heavy, heavy cost. I became shrouded by the darkness of my own heart. I turned into someone I didn’t recognize. That thing, when it takes control of you, it warps your mind. No longer was I that wide eyed wanderer from Halcandra who craved knowledge and companionship. I became… a lying, backstabbing, traitor. Nothing more than a monster who betrayed the kindness of his friends. After I tricked Kirby into helping me achieve my ultimate goal… I abandoned them and set my sights for Planet Popstar to begin my conquest as Overlord of the Universe.”

“You wanted to be an Overlord!?” Elfilin exclaimed in complete shock.

“Sounds silly, doesn’t it? When I finally had all that power… I thought I would be the one calling the shots, but I was wrong. I was under its control all along. I wanted that power so badly that I was prepared to destroy anything or anyone who dared to stand in my way. Even Kirby.”

“You…fought Kirby. Do you… remember it?” Elfilin asked.

“Oh, of course I do! He was quite the formidable foe…heehee! Like a fool, I thought I stood a chance against him in battle. Even with all that power it still wasn’t enough to come out on top. Perhaps my own stupidity was to blame, I mean, who would be foolish enough to believe they could defeat the great Kirby of the Stars?…” Magolor laughed a little then sighed deeply.

“That day is hard to forget, but… There is one instance from our encounter that…I don’t remember at all…”

Magolor took a moment to look around the room and noticed that a lone red apple from earlier was still on the ground nearby. He slowly floated over and picked it up. He held it in his hands and observed it closely, his eyes growing increasingly more sad as he kept staring at it.

“At some point during the battle things took a…drastic turn for the worse.” Magolor continued, clutching the apple tightly.

“I had come to realize that this power… It wasn’t what I wanted anymore. I just… wasn’t ready for it. But it was too late. That power…that darkness… It…It consumed me completely. The Magolor that Kirby had come to know…was gone. What remained was just…a sad…hollow shell of what I once was, leaving my soul trapped inside with nothing to do but cry for help and hope someone would hear me.”

Elfilin continued to listen with tears in his eyes. Both Kirby and even Bandana Waddle Dee were taken in by his words.

“Whether my cries for help were heard or not, I may never know. The whole thing’s kind of a blur. All I know is when Kirby defeated that thing… That…monster I became… He freed me.”

Magolor returned to Elfilin’s side. He sat down keeping his head low.

“So…to answer your question… Yes. I did once betray Kirby. I’m not proud of what I did. In fact, it’s my life’s deepest regret. Truth be told, after Kirby defeated me, I lost all that power and then some! Heehee… I even endured a perilous journey of my own to make it back here! But…that’s a story for another day!”

Elfilin stared sadly to the ground. He looked over to Magolor and was amazed to see the smile on his face and the happiness in his eyes.

“Don’t be sad for me Little Dude! I was very lucky to have Kirby there to help save me from the tragic fate I almost found myself in. Thank you, Kirby.”

Kirby nodded to Magolor and smiled.

“They don’t call me a hero for nothing!” Kirby said confidently.

“Well, Little Dude. There you have it. My truth! Just as you requested.” He stated with a single nod.

“Magolor… I-I had no idea.” He began, his voice wavering still in awe from his tale.

“That must have been so scary. To feel so alone. To be used for something like power…”

Elfilin could relate to Magolor’s situation but found it difficult to find the right words to say. He may not have succumbed to the temptations that Magolor did, but he knew all too well what it was like to feel lost, alone, and used.

“Wow, Magolor, I’ve never heard you open up like that before!” Kirby said.

“Well, I'm simply following the rules of the game! I’d hate to end up in the loser's circle with you two! Heehee! Speaking of such, I do believe it’s my turn now!” He snickered and turned around the face the only one left, Elfilin. He smiled and pointed his finger towards his big eared friend.

“Looks like I choose you, Little Dude! Truth or dare!” He said nearly bursting with excitement.

Elfilin felt like bubbles were popping in his stomach. He sat up tall in attempts to play it cool even though his heart was nearly beating out of his chest.

What do I pick?? Truth? Or dare? Ohhh! Why is this such a hard choice?

Elfilin was well aware that his truth would pale in comparison to Magolor's. There’s no way anything he could say would top Magolor’s harrowing tale. But on the other hand, this could be Elfilin’s chance to show Magolor what he’s made of! What’s the worst he could dare him to do? No matter what, he was ready to take on the challenge and do whatever it took to impress his new friend.

“I choose… dare!!” Elfilin exclaimed.

Bandana Waddle Dee and Kirby both gasped.

Oh no, Elfilin… What have you done? …

Magolor clapped with delight.

“I was hoping you would say that! You never cease to amaze me, Little Dude!”

Magolor squinted and looked around the room. He hummed to himself while holding his hand to his chin.

“I dare you…”

He paced around the room examining things as he pondered the question.

Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee stood by cautiously watching..

“Kirby… I have a bad feeling about this...” he whispered.

Magolor drifted across the room and peered through a window. He looked outside to see the Green Greens of Dream Land. It was a beautiful sight. Past the trees and the fields was a hillside crowned with a stately Castle standing high above everything else. Magolor turned around with a devious smirk on his face.

“I dare you…to break into Castle Dedede in the middle of the night… Sneak into the King’s room and…steal the hat he’s wearing right off his head!”

“WHAT!?!” Both Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee exclaimed in tandem.

“There’s no way Elfilin can do something like that!!” Kirby shouted. “Are you trying to get him kicked out of Dream Land for good?”

“What? You don’t think he can do it?” Magolor retorted impetuously.

“No! I mean, it’s not that! It’s just… That’s a little extreme, don’t you think? Breaking into Castle Dedede?! That’s just asking for trouble. Isn’t there something… smaller he can do?!” Kirby pleaded.

“Thinking small is so boring, Kirby! We have to show Elfilin what it truly means to have fun here on Planet Popstar!”

Kirby shook his head with umbrage at Magolor’s remarks.

“It’s just too risky! Elfilin didn’t come all the way here for-“

“I’ll do it.” a small voice chimed in.

“What!?” Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee looked at Elfilin with shock while Magolor face lit up with joy.

“That’s right… I’ll do it! Yeah!! I’ll steal that hat!” Elfilin proclaimed confidently.

“All right! That’s the spirit, Little Dude!” Magolor cheered.

“Elfilin, you want to do it!?” Kirby exclaimed with dismay.

“Well, sure! He dared me to do it!” Elfilin chuckled. “Those are the rules, right?” He smiled towards Magolor.

“That’s right!” He replied cheerfully as he clapped his hands. “I just knew you had it in you! Heehee!”

“We can’t just break into the castle! Do you have any idea what King Dedede will do to us if he catches us sneaking into his room?” Kirby protested.

Magolor placed his hand to his chin with a curious glance.

“Kirby, I was under the impression that you and the King were good friends. Didn’t you invite him to this party? Why isn’t he here?”

“Well…He’s probably… just busy, he is the King after all.” Kirby muttered, looking down sadly.

"How could anyone be too busy for the great Kirby of the Stars? After all you’ve done for him!” Magolor ranted furiously. “We need to teach that ungrateful fool a lesson.”

“What if Elfilin gets caught? Then what are we going to do?”

“What’s the worst that big oaf could do? He’s nothing but a lazy glutton. I’d be surprised if he even noticed him at all.” Magolor said as he nodded to Elfilin. They both looked to Kirby with big pleading eyes.

“Come on, Kirby! I can handle it! Remember everything we went through back home? This is nothing compared to that!” Elfilin exclaimed.

“Elfilin, this isn’t like that at all. You could get in a lot of trouble. Do you really want to go through with it?”

“Yeah, Kirby, I’m sure!” Elfilin declared. “I’m ready to win this game!”

“If you’re going to do this… Magolor!” Kirby turned to face the mischievous mage. “You’re going with him!”

“Oh, I’d be happy to tag along! In fact, why don’t we all go?!” Magolor sneered as he wrapped his arms around his circle of friends. “Wouldn’t that be exciting?!”

“No way! Count me out!” Exclaimed Bandana Waddle Dee exclaimed as he shoved himself free. “I want nothing to do with this!”

“Come on, Bandana Waddle Dee! It will be fun! Please come with us!” Elfilin gazed at him with the biggest, saddest eyes he could conjure up.

Bandana Waddle Dee begrudgingly yielded to Elfilin’s puppy dog stare.

“Oh, alright, I’ll go!” He cried reluctantly.

“Woohoo!” Elfilin cried out joyously as he spun around.

“Wow, are we really gonna do this? Steal the King’s hat?” Bandana Waddle Dee asked, his voice trembling as he sought consolation from Kirby.

“We’ll have to be careful and quiet!” Kirby began. “The last thing I want is for Elfilin to get caught up in even more trouble here in Dream Land!” He said eying Magolor with censure.

“Of course, Kirby! It’s all in good fun! In fact, I think the King will get a good laugh from it!”

“If we’re gonna do this you’ll need to help Elfilin come up with a plan!” Kirby stated adamantly.

“The night is still young, Kirby! We have plenty of time to prepare!” Magolor nodded in response.

“Elfilin, I sure hope you know what you’re getting yourself into…” Bandana Waddle Dee mumbled quietly.

Elfilin peered out the window, his sight drawn to the great castle in the distance. The place he would prove to Magolor what he was capable of.

“Don’t worry, everyone! I’ll get that hat, and no one will stop us!” Elfilin declared confidently. Magolor came to his side and placed a hand around him.

“That’s the spirit, Little Dude! We’ll need to plan a strategy-“

“Wait” Kirby exclaimed abruptly.” Before we get into all of that…Can we please clean up this mess first!?” Kirby said amidst the cluttered state of disarray that his home had become during their game. Books, food and so much more was scattered throughout the floor of his home.

“Of course, Kirby! Don’t even lift a finger!” Magolor turned his attention to Bandana Waddle Dee and smirked.

“Bandana Waddle Dee and I will clean up this unsightly clutter.You just sit back and relax.”

Magolor began to clean the room right away. He appeared happy to do any task for Kirby no matter how menial. Bandana Waddle Dee promptly joined him almost as if he was racing him to pick up more stuff quickly.

“I don’t mind helping you clean up, Kirby! Leave it to me!” He grabbed a broom and began sweeping. Bandana Waddle Dee was also always more than willing to help his friends, even if it meant cleaning up messes that weren’t his fault….

“Wow, really?! Thanks!” Kirby cheered. He took a seat on the floor and chomped down on one of the many apples still strewn about the room.

“We’ll have this place spotless in no time.” Magolor assured as he and Bandana Waddle Dee continued tidying up the room and returning Kirby’s belongings back where to their rightful place.

Elfilin continued to stare out the window as the two of them cleaned up. He felt nervous about what could happen, but he was determined to win the game and prove himself to his friends. He knew it would be risky, but if it meant he could prove to everyone that he had what it takes to beat Magolor’s game maybe the risks didn’t matter. All he wanted to do was make his friends proud.

“Watch out, Castle Dedede...” He said confidently. “Here I come!”

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[next chapter] COMING SOON

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[suzubelle-chan]

What do you think the cast would wear in a modern setti.

To be honest, I'm not the most fashionable person, so I don't much about brands or what looks good on some folks. But here are some ideas I do have about fashion choices they'd make, especially in a modern setting:

Sariphi: Probably something comfortable. Would wear pants or skirts depending on what she's got planned for the day. Would have a pocket large enough or purse to hold a book. I mainly see her in pastels/light colored clothes.

Leo: I mainly see him in suits or in nice business casual attire. In beast form, he usually can't wear ties since he's so big so he'll wear a scarf and use it like an ascot. (I got this from Me and My Beast Boss) He can wear a tie in human form though. Mainly in darker colors, earth kind of colors.

Anubis: Similar to Leonhart, yet he'd wear more white and light colors to give a contrast to his black fur. Would wear simple studs for earrings.

Amit: Almost always in a skirt, usually in a longer one. Definitely would wear feminine, classy attire. Definitely would like frilly, lacy outfits. May collect aprons.

Jormungand: More casual than his friends, but does have a suit or two for the occasion. Always has ties pressed and neatly worn. Has a hat collection since it's hard to image to imagine him without one.

Lanteveldt: Definitely more a t-shirt/tank top guy with jeans, particularly ripped ones. If you put a tie on him, it'll be undone when you blink, even he doesn't know how. He just shrugs.

Cy and Clops: ... If it were up to me, Cy and Clops would at least have something like a vest to wear and and hats too. Since, well, they are mainly naked minus the occasional bow tie.

That's what I've got. If anyone has any ideas, feel free to expand on it.

[words-after-midnight]

happy blorbo blursday!! tell me about the fashion style of the blorbo of your choice - how do they dress? do they pay a lot of attention to their outfits or just choose to wear whatever is the comfiest/the closest in reach? do they have a favorite piece of clothing that is characteristic to them, an inseparable part of their outfit?

lmao I had to draw you a (very quick and not detailed) sketch of Jeff and Gabriel from libaw - with notes - illustrating their typical styles!! They're definitely the ones I have the clearest picture of when it comes to things like fashion.

if you don't know who's who, gabriel (protagonist) is the pissed off looking gremlin on the right. jeff (antagonist) is on the left and his scarf is the closest thing here to a "characteristic" piece of clothing. he owns hundreds of scarves and typically matches one to his outfit (unless it's the summer and it's very hot out).

thank you for this question! i had so much fun drawing this. ^^

[snuff-loves-men]

Sloppy Drunk [WIP]

gif by marthaskane

Summary: Your friend Abby takes you out drinking, only to leave you on your own. Just when you start evaluating going home, a new face appears. All of a sudden you need to know all about him

Word Count: 1k [WIP]

Tags/CW: Alcohol consumption, reader is his own person, submissive!Connor, wingman Abby

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Your body slouched heavily against the sticky pub counter, having been unwashed for god knows how long. It was early — 2 or 3 AM early, far past your bedtime — and you wanted nothing more than to retire back to your flat and sleep your impending hangover away.

In your boredom, you read each bottle label on the shelves, analyzed every water stain or crack in the wall. Each flaw of the pub etched itself into your tired, intoxicated mind. Very healthy, obviously.

Abby had insisted you came with her to get fucked up. Yet she couldn’t be found, probably off befriending a few drunk girls and forgetting you were even there.

So there you sat, hunched over your drink and staring blankly into your reflection within the wall mirror. You looked rough, clearly inebriated and exhausted. Dark bags hung heavy around your eyes, shining in the dim yellow lights above you.

Maybe it was time to go home.

“Connor? Where’ve you been? It’s so late.” You heard Abby’s crow of joy over the muddled music and murmuring conversations. She was plastering herself to some scrawny, black haired fella.

Abby was definitely a mix of a clingy drunk and an emotional drunk. It all depended. So anytime she drank, she had to have you, her brother or another friend keep her company. This guy must’ve been the other friend.

As much as you tried to sneer and put it off as her latest crush, your eyes lingered a moment. From what you could tell of his body, he wasn’t stacked, but he was cute. Twink-ish. Fragile. Maybe your type.

When he turned around, he had a goofy grin that spread from ear to ear, just happy talking to Abb. Right then you knew you needed his name. Abby was never stingy with any men she was interested in, as long as it wasn’t serious.

There’ve been a few times in your shared past that you’ve had… relations, with the same dude. Some people frown on it, understandably, but you two just have such similar types. This guy happened to fall into that.

You slowly worked up your nerve to go bug your drunk blonde friend and her newest entertainment, sliding off your rickety stool louder than you’d meant to. Their heads both turned to you, Abby smiling in your direction.

“(Y/N)! Come meet Connor!”

Connor. So that was the twink’s name.

He gave an awkward wave and a tight lipped smile, noting his fingerless gloves and interesting fashion choices.

He was adorned in a blue scarf, fedora, vest and a bright red shirt. Given his complete lack of color coordination or sense of style, he had to have been dressed by his mother most his life. Not like it would matter later in the night, if you had anything to say about it.

When you stood to full height, he almost cowered, recoiling at your previously unknown height advantage.

Connor wasn’t short, but you definitely had three or so inches on him, plus a stronger build. Another part of Abby’s type that overlapped with yours. Scrawny men just did it better.

“So uhm, you’re (Y/N), then? Abby talks about you a lot.”

He kicks at the toe of his shoes, a piece of rubber flapping on the toe, well worn and well loved. While he fidgeted, he almost pouted, like he was sulking.

Oh, you’ve seen this before.

Anytime Abby introduces you to a guy — romantic or not — they immediately see you as competition. Your height, your voice, your relationship to Abby, to them it all adds up to a threat. Little do they know, you’re more interested in them than Abby, most times anyway.

You take a kick at his shoe, drawing his gaze up to meet yours. His eyes were like a fawn’s. The prime definition of doe eyes. They were a lovely deep brown, and blown wide when they looked at you.

Mortified didn’t begin to cover his expression.

“Haven’t even had a proper chat and you’re moping.”

With that comment, he flounders, blabbering out an excuse and finding something on his person to pick at. He finds a few loose threads on his gloves and begins anxiously plucking them as he stutters.

“Well, I just- I’ve never met-“

You laugh at his bashfulness, giving him an endearing clap on the shoulder to reassure him it wasn’t serious.

He paused, flustered pout morphing into a sweet smile. Even with the lighter mood, he still wouldn’t look at you, gaze stuck on his shoes.

You needed to see more of that smile immediately. Not even 3 minutes into your first interaction and you were whipped.

Who would’ve thought some dorky twink would have you wrapped around his finger?

“It’s okay, mate, no worries. Abby invited you, right?”

Connor took a few testing glances in your direction, only for his gaze to find Abby or the floor. He picked at loose threads on his clothes as he spoke.

“Yeah, told me she didn’t wanna go pub crawling alone but, here you are.”

He chuckled dryly, still struggling with the idea you were nothing more than Abby’s friend. Regardless of the anxiety in the back of his mind, he started to look you over.

Staving off the urge to turn tail and find the quickest drink he could, his eyes raked over your whole figure.

He made it painfully obvious, too.

Every stain, fray or rip caught his eyes and held them. It was hard to curb the rude instinct of snapping in front of his face and demanding his attention.

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen a gay guy, Con.”

Abby slurred happily, wiggling her eyebrows and jostling Connor, breaking him away from his analysis.

“Wha.. no, no. I just..”

He trailed off, finally looking you in the eye, with the same deer-in-headlights expression he had minutes earlier. Though, he wasn’t as afraid.

Now he looked curious.

“You don’t really see men who can dress much.”

You scoffed at the comment, barely hiding a snort of laughter. You made eye contact with Abby, wordlessly communicating she had the same thought you did.

“I don’t either.”

Abby mutters, leaning over to you and outright laughing at her own jab, though Connor didn’t seem to follow. For the best, probably.

“I grew up around only women so, dressing poorly was basically a sin.”

Connor nodded along, automatically hooked on your explanation. He was an attentive listener, and that you liked. The pros and cons list looked far less bleak than with most men.

“C’mon, let’s get you a drink, eh?”

You gently guided Connor to the bar, sitting him down next to you as Abby took his other side. They chatted quietly for a moment or two before Connor decided to order.

To your drunk memory it sounded like something a little fruity. The ball has to be in your corner at this point. You could feel it.

You watched as the two spoke, wordlessly admiring Connor and poorly following the conversation. What about him had you so hooked? You couldn’t seem to put your finger on it.

Of course he was good looking, nothing you’d find in magazines but definitely attractive.

He seemed to be very charming, quick with a joke or a jab, though they didn’t always land.

His style may be horrendous, but it was clear he put effort into the outfits he wore, regardless of how atrocious they may be.

All of these put together make for a decent man, but what had you held on so tight?

“Abby, c’mon, you know I hate that story..”

He whined, putting his head in his hands, clearly ashamed of whatever the blonde had mentioned while you weren’t listening.

Ohh.. there it is.

His lower lip jutted with a slight pout again and covered up his cheeks which were no doubt tinted a glorious bright pink in embarrassment. If Abby really pushed him, he would wind up crying.

That’s what had you.

He was so easy to fluster.

[silvermarmoset]

if you had to pick one outfit from each nuwho doctor's era which ones would you pick? could be from anyone

terrific question!!

Nine

my first thought was the subtlety of any of Nine's jumpers and my second thought was Jabe and her beautiful dress, but I think I'm going to have to cop to my love of character-based costume design and say Rose's insane scarf outfit from Boom Town. if i really wanted to be normal I'd point to her white tank top outfit in Dalek—which does such a stunning job of setting Rose as the moral touchstone in a dark, angry episode—but I have a big weak spot for Rose going full silly and wearing a big loud scarf and a tiny skirt and her hair in those nonsense braids. it's the first time in series 1 we see Rose kind of lean into the I'm-a-glamorous-time-traveler-outside-the-laws-of-normie-fashion, so it's kind of a precursor to her choices in s2 but also such a fun break from her s1 hoodie-and-a-jean uniform. I love the hoodie-and-a-jean uniform, but if we're going to pick fave looks, this is it for me.

runners-up:

the dalek tank top

rose's hot pink loudmouth shirt in 'wwiii'

jabe <3

Ten

Rose's Tooth and Claw look is my definition of perfection. I love all the story elements it covers: Rose's sass and youth and flirtiness, that little bit of messy that always shows up when she's at her best, how it's both jaunty and ready to adventure but also so (SO) much an outfit for a cute date. And then there's the visual pun of the crown right on her chest—my GOD that's a fun touch. RTD once said this is the episode he'll be playing on endless repeat at the old folks home and for the crown T-shirt alone I'd agree with him.

runners-up:

donna's beautiful red shirt we see for 14 seconds in 'turn left'

pretty much everything of martha's but i'd be lying if i said i don't think of her 'family of blood' military jacket nigh-constantly

all of ten's ties but mostly the fruity ones

Eleven

i was going to write a long screed about how unjust forcing me to pick one outfit from the era of amy pond is, and then I remembered River Song's gold dress exists and i have no other opinions. this. this this this. give it to me.

runners-up:

there aren't any

give me the dress

ugh fine amy's wedding dress and her big red sweater can be here too

Twelve

SO SO SO DIFFICULT. bill is here and bill is the icon. I'm going to go with her stripe-shirt-and-overalls gorgeousness from Knock Knock. It really doesn't have any character relevancy or bigger meaning, I just think it's cute as fuck and I want to shake Hayley Nebauer's hand.

runners-up:

clara's 'into the dalek' blue-eyed pun shirt

bill's french fry shirt

river song's gorgeous christmas dresses

Thirteen

i haven't watched thirteen's era entirely so I'm on the wrong foot here, but I'm going with Aisling Bea's wonderfully noxious outfit because she was a delight and I would have liked to see more of her barely contained rage buffeting Thirteen for about twenty more episodes.

(this woman would have been an iconic companion and nothing can convince me otherwise)

runners-up:

i like thirteen's color-reversed coat!

jo martin <3

[depressedhatakekakashi]

9, 16, 29– gai!

Your least favorite outfit of them

Honestly all of Gai’s putfits are pretty standard. Like, they don’t change a lot

But out of THOSE i’d say his original Jonin fit was the least interesting. I think he should have kept the armless look of his teenage years (but like, the outfit is CUT that way not the weird ripped arms mess off rock lee in boruto)

The only time we see him out of the jumpsuit is for the dorky wizard disguise (anime) and the vacation arc, and i can’t be mad at the vacation arc outfit. It’s impossible. It takes too much energy to roast Kakashi for his terrible fashion choices XD

A childhood headcanon

Gai chose the red scarf because Red is actually his favorite colour and as cool as he thought the jumpsuit his dad gave him was, it needed some red. Dai was perfectly alright with this as he has a yellow scarf to add a little bit of his own favorite colour into the fit

How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)

I think Gai would be a very hands on parent. He wants to be there doing things with his kid helping them learn, which is great! Kids beed attention

But i definitely think he’d overdue it and not really know when to step back and let them do things on their own. He wants them to have support and encouragement with everything they do and his partner or someone would have to put a hand on his shoulder and gently pull him back so the kid could get just a little bit of time to play by themselves.

He’s Definitly be at all of their big events though which is fantastic. That kids never going a day without knowing how their their papa is of them 💜💜💜

[littlemuoi]

Observing A Royal by Pamala Proverbs (March 3rd 2014)

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I am an old fashioned Barbadian. What does that mean? Well it means I am really proud and believe in respect and dignity. It also means that I am not star-struck by anyone, not even royalty. In my job at PRMR Inc. and otherwise, I have met stars, authors, international politicians, heads of multinational corporations etc. and do not have a picture to show for it.

Mr. Steve Stoute, President of the Barbados Olympic Association presented Sophie, Countess of Wessex with a scarf and tie

One thing that I love to do as a communications/ public relations professional however, is to observe people in these positions in their unguarded moments, away from the glare of the spotlight. How they engage with other people is an indicator of their true character.

Most recently, I had the occasion to observe Sophie, Countess of Wessex up close. We were not introduced formally. My fault, I always take a back seat when I am working, but we stood as close as four feet apart for a good 20 minutes.

Here is what I observed. The Countess loves people. She is genuinely interested in your story; she is not just filling in for her husband, Prince Edward. Her genuine interest in others goes beyond royal responsibility. The night before she visited the Barbados Olympic Association Inc. (BOA) she met with some young people. I believe they were the parish ambassadors as I overheard her relaying the story that one of them told her about sports not being mandatory and that needing to change in order for sports in Barbados to be taken seriously. Now this was someone that did not just make idle conversation, but spoke to a young person with so much interest that she was able to internalise and repeat the conversation.

The Countess is quite sociable. After meeting with the staff at the BOA, she was invited to refreshments. I was shocked when she agreed to have a cup of coffee. With no special treatment and no airs about her she took her cup and continued to mingle. The Countess was so comfortable in the room among ordinary people that this allowed her previously very uptight security officer who introduced himself as Pat, to relax. Actually I got a smile from Pat. Being a James Bond addict (not the current Bond) I asked Pat if he was licensed to kill. He smiled and said he was and apologised for his early demeanour (he had not expected so many media representatives and he was concerned that their close proximity was posing a threat to the Countess).

The Countess is regular people. What does that mean? Well the BOA presented her with a scarf. She took it out of the bag and slung it over her shoulders so proudly that you would have thought it was Hermes. She also demonstrated her love for her husband when she took his tie and said he would definitely wear it, a true mark of a woman who has a firm grasp on her household.

As someone who loves fashion myself, I picked her outfit to pieces. Nothing was overstated. Her choice of slacks, blouse, shoes, handbag and jewellery were all smart, elegantly casual and fit for the occasion, obviously someone comfortable in her own skin.

However, what moved me to write this blog about the Countess was her parting act. As she was walking out of the reception area she looked in the servers’ direction, looked one of the servers straight in the eye and said, thank you. This won me over completely. The Countess is gracious, and she sees the invisible people, the men and women who serve and are so important but are always overlooked; for me that was Royal.

[lured-into-wonderland]

V is standing next to her, but off to the side and out of view from the mirror she’s looking into. it’s a body mirror, long and tall enough to capture the sight from head to toe. she’s been trying on different kinds of scarves for their outing, gloves and all to match. hooked around the man’s arms are the different fabrics, all varied in length, color and design — it’s important to stay warm. he is just there to lend a hand to Nunnally, providing feedback to each few rotations on her choice in color matching and coordination (he remains quiet for the most part, though, unless she asks for his opinion. fashion is…not his specialty.)

It feels so good to be in a human world. Again. Perhaps Nunnally shouldn’t have forgotten what happened to her not so long ago, but in this very moment, she did. Perhaps the princess should have given more thoughts into the consequences of her being a prisoner of the Underworld, but she wants to forget. Seeing the sky, the sun and the moon, being among humans and their humans' issues make her believe she has escaped her fate, and is back here where she is supposed to be. The only reminder about her recent past (at least for now) is V. Standing next to her. She remembers his powers. She remembers his kindness. She remembers he is the only reason she’s still alive. Perhaps then, she should want him to disappear, too. Perhaps she should want to cut that last link (or the remainder) to who the proud princess has become…

…but she doesn’t…

…Nunnally wants V to stay. To be close to her. But the princess is not sure why. Is it because she feels safe with him? Is it because she knows he’ll protect her from anything and everything? Or perhaps there’s another reason that Nunnally is not ready to reveal even to herself?

She takes another scarf and tries it on. To see how it fits the rest of her outfit. It’s a nice soft wool; it gives her a cosy feeling. But would green go nicely with her fair complexion? So, she quickly chooses a different one; white scarf richly decorated with golden thread…but wouldn’t it make her looking too pale? Nunnally looks at V; he isn’t really helpful. V remains quiet for most of the time, and Nunnally is not sure why. Doesn’t he like anything that is piling up in this room? Doesn’t he like the “new” her? She is suddenly concerned. Does he find her vain?

Nunnally is not truly vain. She might appear so at this very moment, but deep inside she isn’t. V has seen her tainted and humiliated (at least in her own eyes); V has seen the princess in the rags, so now she wants to show him a different self; a different Nunnally. Still not in the royal splendor (does she really want him to see the royal princess?), but definitely a different Nunnally. Though perhaps V prefers her stripped of her royalty. Of her womanhood. Oh, is it that she wants him to see a woman in her?

She is standing there next to V wearing an elegant long dress. The black colour is the background for the seasonal motifs; all the shades of greens, reds, and golds adorn the expensive fabric. She is standing there now confused of why V is not talking to her. She wants him to say something. To calm her emotions down. Again and again. The faint pink creeps on her cheeks as the princess finally speaks: --

“Which one is better? The green? The white? …or perhaps the red one…?” – she adds as she reaches for another scarf. But she knows it is unimportant what she is going to wear. She understands that, although she still wants to look pretty for him. Though if it does make him uncomfortable…: --

“Come on…” – she says as she approaches V and gently takes his arm – “I think I have spent too much time focusing on how I look…” – though I want to look beautiful for you; but that’s not the confession V is going to hear – “We should rather focus on enjoying our…time together…” – suddenly Nunnally realizes she doesn’t know how much time is left for them. What will happen when they back to her kingdom? Where she is to take back her position?

She has dreamt about it when she was locked in that cell. So, why now a hesitation in her heart…?

“Look, V!” – the points outside the window – “The fresh snow!”

“Let’s go out…perhaps we’ll find a mistletoes…” – and end up under it. She doesn't want to think about serious issues. She wants not to be a princess for a bit longer. All she wants is to enjoy these moments...

...with V.

@ofurizen

[salted-caramel-tea]

could i please please rant about a fashion aesthetic that personally gives me brain damage? see i actually agree with everything you said about balletcore being about classism with people trying to look rich with no respect for the art itself but i also want to talk about the opposite side of it, COTTAGECORE. I FUCKING HATE IT.

its the exact opposite in this case because people are trying to look poor which they somehow consider as humble???? and these days its so tied with TERF shit that it makes me homicidal. "Oh look how the simple village folk were so effortlesly beautiful, the village women nothing but fairylike waifs dancing through the fields with a handwoven basket full of apples, the absolute pinacle of true femininity and grace ❤️" IF YOU SAW AN ACTUAL VILLAGE WOMAN AT WORK, YOU WOULD PUKE.

theres also that millionaire bitch on tiktok that keeps pushing tradwife shit in her village cosplay kitchen which is a whole nother topic but lets continue onto the actual outfits used for this aesthetic. first, every single color and pattern choice is fucking wrong. i have my great grandmothers clothes, i wear her headscarves, the actual village aesthetic is surprisingly mainly white with bright pop out colors done in culture specific patterns on the hems of the garments. while cottage core is muted brown, muted brown, oh look! muted green! what a fantastic variety of earth tones and creams! why not just wear a fucking potato sack while your at it?! and surprisingly they rarely if ever incorporate headscarves into the easthetic, as if there aren't multiple village cultures that all share the use of headscarves as work and celebratory garments. and none of the aesthetic clothes have patterns outside of just cableknit! its all just cream shirt, cableknit sweater, long skirt. thats it? no scarf? no sash? no embroidery patterns? no apron?! also depending on the region (and the aesthetic is heavily focused on the EU countries often the western side) where the fuck are the furs?! wolf fur hats, fox fur coat/scarf???? welted boots?! its a fucking disgrace

all that i understood from doing research on the aesthetic is that they took western EU village outfits, took every single cultural marker out of them, smashed them together, got a brownish mess like dirty paint water, seperated it into basic color tones, and made shitty clothes which they mass produced and are now selling at an outrageous price so that the rich can badly cosplay as the poor. i have way more hang ups like how cottagecore is often merged with wiccan to make up mystical terfy bullshit which is so fucking disrespectful to the actual pagans but thats outside of fashion so nvm

yeah there’s been a lot of criticism of cottagecore and the audience it markets itself to there’s definitely something weird with the way they treat femininity and the whole connection between cottagecore tradwifeisms and divine femininity which is starting to seep into radfem spaces too like . the way that a soft femininity is being weaponised to promote anticapitalism and feminine separatism but also promoting traditional gender roles and enforcing a borderline biblical femininity as the ‘right way to be a woman’ whilst actively pushing capitalism by buying into aesthetics and specified interior design to portray the illusion of humility . it all feels very not like other girls as well by rejecting and borderline condemning modern femininity esp the treatment of women who enjoy glamour and express sexuality liek its almost puritan . its pretty i like muted greens i love a safe green kicthen but aestheticism always goes beyond the clothes it’s communication and i’m not a fan of what’s being communicated through cottagecore a lot

[owls-den]

Hiii I'm back with another rant about XY this time! I finished it some time ago with my friend and oh my god I have THINGS to say

Ash you need to stop putting your life in danger needlessly ASH PLEASE STEP AWAY FROM DRIFFLOON RAVIN-

Yup the XY trio is incredible, I love them s o m u c h!! Tierno is definitively my new favorite character!

I got to Alain. Oh man, what a precious edgy man 💙 Like he is SO going through his edgy phase and it SHOWSSS come on sweetyyyy are you cold with your big, pokemon coordinated scarf ?? (what a dork) Also with my friend we decided that we'd hc Alain as Sycamore's nephew and, either way, I can see that the professor had an influence on Alain's... Fashion choice (looks at their VERY LOW OPENING PURPLE SHIRTS COVER THEM UP YOU SL-)

Speaking of which!! Sycamore!!! My love!! Love his japanese voice and I'm SOOOO happy he has such an "important" role in the story of the anime!! He's literally one of my favorite character outside of the BW series. I care about him too much. I just wish we had seen him interact with Lysandre more.

Lysandre going "The professor would be in danger if we told him. He needs to be protected" to Alain like oh my god Lysandre. Just go home and kiss your husband on the forehead already sheesh

They're totally married/fiancé. I'm looking super hard at Lysandre's keystone ring... Or at least, that's what I'd say IF THE ANIME DIDN'T MAKE THEM MEET FOR THE FIRST TIME WHEN MANON'S CHESPIN WAS SICK!! Like WHA- So basically, Lysandre has the worst kind of parasocial relationship with Sycamore, got it.

I love how Sycamore has like NO REAL reaction to Lysandre's actions (because he doesn't care much about him in the anime) meanwhile in our rp server we made the PWI one of the most heartwrenching event ever for him.

The Serena arc was a bit quickly ended in my opinion. But I still liked seeing her rivals coming in to tell her to win for them. That was neat.

My opinion hasn't changed: I think Amourshipping is very onesided. Again, no shade to the shippers, it's really cute! But man, Ash really is not interested in the slightest and they don't even TRY to have the shippy moment. Serena is about to dance with Ash? Nope music stops! Serena is going on a date with Ash? Nope he ditches her halfway through and it highlights how different they are.

OhmygodthescenewithAshsickohmygodanimatorswha- WHY DOES HE MENTION IRON TAIL AT THAT MOMENT I'M GOING TO PASS OUT

At some point, I told my friend "this is a bye bye butterfree moment" (I use it to refer to Ash letting go of a pokemon) and things were emotional in the episode AND THEN tons of butterfly pokemons arrived on screen and my friend told me "Bye bye butterfree" and I very much SCREAMED. Nebel if you're reading this, shut up you're not funny stop I was in tears how dare you do this to be ;-;

Clemont finding someone he's interested in and who's interested back but Bonnie being >:O about it was... Something

Monsieur Pierre my beloved 💙

Manon is the best!! I see her and my wounds are healed instantly. I liked her friendship with Alain a LOT (L-lysandre telling Alain he has a small gf I just CANT I'm convinced Lysandre has no concept of age difference. Everyone is categorized by if they're smaller or taller than him. Spoiler alert: the latter never happens because AZ doesn't exist in this anime)

Sawyer is neat :)) Little man. Made me wonder if EXP is an ACTUAL thing IN universe or just a belief...

STEVEN STONE KISSING HIS KEYSTONE TO MEGA EVOLVE I'M 💀

Sycamore has both the best and worst fashion choices. Man is both the sexiest and unsexiest man alive. Like he's such a goofy tall guy but he can also be suave and then you'll just see him slip like a doofus with his rollerskates while his Bulbasaur tries to help him walk like a newborn Deerling LIKE HELP-

WHY DOES ZYGARDE HAVE THIS VOICE 💀💀💀 IT'S SO FUNNY I CAN'T

I was >:(( but then I heard Bonnie sing a song to Puni-chan and I went :DD

And then I was :DD and the finale hit REALLY HARD and I :'(((((

No fr, I actually cried during the finale. The cool thing about the fact that there was so much filler was that... I got SUPER ATTACHED TO EVERYONE!! So when they got into REAL danger, my god... It HIT. Especially Bonnie trying to reason with Zygarde and the "death" of Citroid. So much raw emotion.

Team Rocket being heroes and recording the whole PWI is honestly so them... They're so bad at being evil but they're so good at being good... Especially good for my soul. Also man THEIR EDITING SKILLS HAHA

I liked the "Ash brooding arc" after his defeat against the 8th gym leader. Idk, I feel like it was well set up. It wasn't like JUST the defeat but tons of stuff piling up!

Ash getting so far in the league was nice! Though the league REALLY went fast. Though we all know that was because it wasn't the ACTUAL finale of the series and the real one is just that cool!

My heart fucking stopped when Lysandre let himself fall from the Prismatic Tower. Like. I genuinely couldn't believe pokemon had done that. They did brush it off quickly and he came back but oh my god that was STILL very impactful.

Ok so, Ash and Serena's kiss. Damn, couldn't she have been a bit more obvious BEFORE? 'tis ok I get it, I'm merely joking. It' s just very funny to me that Clemont had more of a reaction to it than Ash did. ONCE AGAIN SORRY-

Clemont and Ash having a redo of their first match ❤️ boy best friends

Greninja leaving is... Understandable. Pretty op. Go forth and protect Kalos little rockstar!

I still don't get the random ninja village in the middle of Kalos but sure? I guess every single regions are just inspired from the countries but are also mixed with Japan? Ig?

I think that's it! I already started Sun and Moon and I adore the series, it's just soooo cute and therapeutic and slice of lifey euveirbzofjzifj

Anyways! My overall thoughts on XY is that WOAH it REALLY turns around in XYZ! It was sorta boring, but still ok, in XY but XYZ is genuinely a pretty awesome pokemon series!!

As for the movies, I watched all of them.

The first one really has for highlight the thieves. Like the rest of it is... Eh... But I really loved the two thieves ending up together :)) I'm sure they stole those clothes/rings!

The second one was... It kinda looked like a child walked into the animation studio and took their figurines of the legendaries and just clashed them together and the director said GENIUS!!! I do think the grandpa had a badass design but like they lost me at "Ash and his friends decided to take a break ***in the desert***" like *excuse me*. H-how- d-does the studio think France is right next to the United Arab Emirates (if I am not mistaken the city is VERY HEAVILY inspired by Dubai though I might just be dumb). Idk how to feel about the charadesigns and everything, not really my place to judge considering it's not my culture though I did think the designs were REALLY clashing with Ash and co. It kinda felt like they walked into an entirely new region that was not very refined. The highlight of the movie for me was to watch Groudon sink into the water, struggling to stay in and then he HAD TO WALK ALL THE WAY HOME! Like DAMN OOPA ! GIVE THE MAN A DAMN LIFT!! Ah, and of course Oopa going "Ponstaa" when trying to say "Pokemon Masutaa". I was in tears because I am an immature man-child.

Finally the last movie with Volcanion was... Genuinely awesome actually! A new form of mega evolution was introduced (forced), the city's design was honestly super fun, Volcanion's relationship with Magearna was cute af, Volcanion in general was awesome (god poor Ash) and LOTS OF DRAMA HAPPENED! YESSSS!

Anyyywaysss I guess that's my point of view for all the content of Pokemon XY(Z) hahaha!

Damn that was a LONG RANT. See y'all for another one soon!