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chao-writes-stuff · 3 years

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DELTARUNE SPOILERS

Heyyy! I wrote a thing involving Jevil and the Chapter 2 Superboss! I'm going to put it under the cut, but at the end, there will also be an Ao3 link if you wanna support me there!

Thank you! Remember to Reblog if you wanna

The Lightner Trio walked down the stairs in the Queen's massive manor, their hurried footsteps echoing like a rough pitter-patter in the technological nightmare. The massive lair confused and bamboozled them, but they definitely wanted to figure out the mystery behind what the Fountains were about, what Queen's true intentions were… and what was in the basement?

"Uhh… Kris?" Ralsei asked, his soft voice echoing out. "Why are we even here? Aren't Queen, Noelle, and Berdly upstairs? And not here…?"

Susie quickly interrupted him, punching his arm lightly to get his attention. "Of COURSE they aren't here. But whatever is here is probably important. Right, Kris?"

"I guess!" The currently blue human replied. "I've been asked by some… guy, about doing these weird favors for him. He really wants me to be alone."

"We sure he ain't a p-" Before Susie could finish her thought, Ralsei muffled her mouth with his scarf. "Who is he? And why does he want you to be alone?"

"His name is Spamton, I think. I don't know much about him, but he gave me this Loaded Disk earlier, and--"

Suddenly, a strange, chaotic voice rang out. Everyone recognized it. The tail attached to Ralsei's cloak popped off, diamonds and hearts flying out with it. The tail spun and took form, and the chaotic Jester they quite literally put to rest yesterday was reawakened.

"Spamton? SPAMTON? The same Spamton who wished for me to go, to go, and be free, free?" Jevil laughed chaotically, with Ralsei caught quite off guard. "You know him?"

"That dorito chip was part of the reason why I was set free, he was! He used to rule this world, before the Queen I've been hearing oh so much about took over. Oh, I MUST know more of how you met that ridiculous lunatic! And that's coming from ME, ME! Spamton, oh Spamton, I'd like to have a word with him~!" Jevil looked quite pissed off, his normally jovial expression looking slightly stern.

"I didn't wanna go down there anyway. Just come back, okay? You're kind of carrying us with your defense boost." Kris, with a neutral expression, gave the clown the disk they were gifted by the malignant salesman, and watched as Jevil immediately sprinted off into the basement. They could hear an echoed "Buh bye~! I'll be back in a few hundred words!" As the jester descended into the decrepit basement below...

Jevil entered the musty, rotting cellar. Despite him rarely stepping on the ground, each step he did take left a haunting impact on his feet. It was silent, save for the occasional rustling of his clothes. He didn't have long to do this. His physical form only had a few hours to be out and about before he solidified, just like the young boy and the puzzle freak. Thankfully, that's all he needed. He was getting excited, almost giddy, to interact once more with his old acquaintance. Oh, what a wonderful conversation they'd have!

He didn't walk for too much longer before he found the train station that was buried deep below. Or was it a roller coaster? Whoever had this built clearly had some elaborate roundabout in mind… too bad they were still imprisoned, haha! Jevil walked and floated across the tracks, reaching a room with a decaying robot inside.

He knew this was a bad idea. But when did he ever have good ideas?

Without hesitating, the joker put the disk into the robot. At first, nothing happened, and he was getting impatient VERY quick. He gave the robot a swift kick in the lower area, before stepping back out of the room.

Step…

SLAM! The clown was admittedly caught off guard with how fast the silhouette from above came and pushed him onto his knees. With a small gasp for air, Jevil looked up slowly at the encroaching menace. The jagged movements, the glitchy, unsolidified form… this was him alright.

"KRIS… MY LOYAL [Sponge!] THANK… YOU. THE [Clown Around Town!] I REMEMBER YOUR [Disgusting] FACE. EVERYONE WAS SO [Thrilled] TO SEE YOUR [Calcified] FACE." The massive robotic behemoth loomed over Jevil, rage in his glasses. Spamton NEO.

The clown got up, a smug, shitfaced expression on his mug. He knew damn well that the dorito in front of him was pissed off, so he leaned back in the air to retort. "At least I drink plenty of milk, uee hee hee! As for you, you haven't changed one bit since we last spoke~! Or would it be a byte, a byte? Regardless, I do hope you've given up on the illusion of freedom, freedom~! The only one who can be free is MEEE!"

The robotic menace swung around to the other side of Jevil, making it very clear who was in charge of the conversation. A small concentrated blast of Pipis was fired at the jester, pushing him back with a surprising amount of force. "YOU ACT SMUG, BUT YOU [Crashed our stocks!] AND THEN YOU [Spoiled relations with our Esteemed Partners!] I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU… GOT IN HERE, YOU… [Tuna Fish,] BUT I'M NOT FALLING FOR YOUR [Roundabout!] AGAIN!"

Jevil laughed maniacally at this thought. This guy was mad! Over something that happened how long ago? Why even bother holding a grudge still? Petty, petty! He knew why, and it's why he came back too. "You influenced him. That pretty little kitty. You gave him enough funds to release me into that carousel of bliss and innocence! But I wasn't done, not one bit! And all those years, spent being free… they made me realize something, my dearest Spamton."

The oddly calm tone coming from the jester put Spamton NEO at an incredible amount of unease. "WHAT? WHAT COULD YOUR [Calcified Lump] THINK OF THAT WOULD MEAN ANY GODDAMN THING TO ME?"

"I CAN DO ANYTHING!"

The joker used his latent power to pelt the giant mecha with small white hearts. Spamton was caught off-guard, stumbling back a fair amount. Of course, you have to fight fire with fire, so the robot used his abilities to send out a Big Shot of blue Spamton Head Pipis.

"YOU [Saturated Marketshare!] YOU CAN'T SIMPLY ATTACK ME AND EXPECT IT TO WORK [As seen on TV!] I'M A [BIG SHOT!] [BIG SHOT!!!]"

Jevil hopped up onto the ceiling, clearing the first few Pipis on the lower row heading his way. Unfortunately, the higher row caught him clean in the face as he bounced between the two, making a small Jack-in-the-box melody as he pinged around.

"SPAMTON, MY BELOATHED! I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND, UNDERSTAND, WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE TRAPPED IN A CAGE WITH A SHARK, A SHARK! YOU GET BITTEN AND CHEWED UP!"

The fool retaliated by running circles around Spamton, turning into a carousel of horse bullets! The robot, in a surprising feat of puppeteering, dodged the attack almost perfectly… until a stray horsie cut a string, sending the mech's right arm into the horse race. One thing about arms with cannons on them? They fire.

As soon as it happened, Jevil was face to face with a swarm of Pipis all around him. He was stuck. All of them exploded brilliantly, sending the clown flying clean across the rotting tracks and into the wall. Tauntingly, mockingly even, Spamton NEO retorted.

"I'M THE SHARK NOW, JEVIL! I'VE CHEWED UP SO MANY [Failed Buisness Partners] THAT I COULD MAKE A WHOLE [Presentation] OUT OF THEM! STAY OUT OF MY GODDAMN WAY, OR [Sparkle like new!] YOU BRAT."

The buisnessman charged at Jevil, his hands becoming phones. "IT'S FOR YOU." Suddenly, before either of them could react, loud blasts of garbage noise manifest expelled from the phones, attacking the court jester with white blasts of energy. There was nothing he could do to stop this robot's onslaught, it looked like.

"OH SPAMTON, IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK? THAT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S SO POWERFUL RIGHT NOW, NOW? I'D SUGGEST YOU LOOK UP, UP! YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT THOSE STRINGS IMPRISONING YOU, UEE HEE HEE! YOU'RE NOT A BIG SHOT, YOU'RE JUST A LAZY FRAUD WHO CAN'T STOP HANGING ON TO HIM! I GUESS SLEEPING FOR 100 YEARS DOESN'T MAKE LITTLE OLD ME MISS MUCH, RIGHT?"

Without warning, Jevil was myseriously gone from his corner. The spamware looked frantically for his target, before being struck in the arm, the leg, and the chest by scythes. Devilsknives. The last knive cut a few strings clean off the puppet, who briefly hit the ground before rising back up.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! [Hyperlink Blocked.] I'M STILL HIS LOYAL ASSOCIATE! HE MAY NOT HAVE TALKED TO ME IN [Employee of The Month for 144 months!] BUT HE'S STILL THERE…"

Jevil interrupted him cleanly and concisely. "FACE IT. YOU'RE NO BIG SHOT ANYMORE, SPAMTON G. SPAMTON. ALL YOU ARE IS A FAILED INVESTMENT, UEE HEE HEE!"

With those words, a purple blast came from behind the clown, striking the robot right in the noggin. He flew back a bit, giving the joker enough time to turn around to meet his esteemed guests.

"Ah, my imprisoners~! Didn't you guys have a Queen to rock-em sock-em?"

Susie immediately cut him off, as she punched him in the arm (causing his head to spring up, naturally.) "Well, Kris over here couldn't shake the feeling things were off. So they forced us down here, and now they're right. Somehow?"

"I know I'm right.. Jevil, who the hell is Spamton?" Kris replied, their worry about the situation starting to rise.

"It's of no concern to you~! His screws were almost as loose as mine, and I don't think it's my job to tighten them~! Uee hee hee! Thank you for the help, but I can do anything~! Even tell you guys that 3 coasters are about to come down and force you guys along for the ride~!"

Ralsei immediately stuttered something out. "Three… what?"

And just like that, with a loud rumbling, the heroes were swept up into 3 old, rusty carts, barrelling down the track. Jevil laughed to himself, proud of what he got to do. "Ah well, it's a shame I can't finish him personally…"

"But oh well! Are you proud, proud? They took care of him…"

"Doctor."

Ao3 Link!

#Deltarune #Deltarune Spoilers #Deltarune Chapter 2 #Jevil #spamton #kris #ralsei #susie #undertale #okay cool thank you byyyyeeeee

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Hey! I've been dead for a while, but here's a small story dedicated to the Twit.nes twitter account which just beat 4-1 of Super Mario Bros. (NES) 20 minutes ago!

The vast empty fields of the Early Mushroom Kingdom were laid bare as a certain red plumber materialized back into existence. "Again?" His subconscious thought. Of course, this wasn't any ordinary Super Mario. Hidden under the masquerade of the popular plumber were a hundred - no, a thousand fractured minds, trapped in this wicked hallway again.

Before them laid a giant tower of blocks. This was no surprise to them, as the many splintered brains have been here tens of times before. Beyond this wall was a death trap: 2 Spinies and a Lakitu. Mortal enemies of the many, responsible for stopping several ambitious new consciousnesses from taking hold of the situation and seizing victory.

As Mario jumped, things seemed… different, this time. Less half-hearted… and more determined. Several new members of the split mind had made themselves known, and they got to work right away at rectifying the wrongs the many before them could not. The plumber bounded his way to the top of the pillar, where without thinking, he leapt for a long while.

Immediately, the splintered mind became… active, to put it lightly. They weren't used to the body of the plumber making it past the tower, let alone the spinies just past it. And yet, they were hopeful. Maybe this one would be it, they thought. Maybe these few souls trapped in here would bring us to victory once and for all.

As they thought this, a newfound ability unlocked in the mind: the ability to visualize where they had to leap. The ability to test out many realities in the blink of an eye, without the aid of the other souls trapped within. The power to emulate reality. Immediately upon unlocking this skill, one of the souls, who referred to himself as quite unbecoming, used this skill to test out several futures. Within minutes, a giant red box was placed before the pipe…

As the body reached this, the plant that lived within came out. Many of the souls were hesitant, but a peculiar gardener who knew what he was doing made everyone push on… and with the help of the many, Mario leapt across the first pipe. A revolutionary breakthrough: no one had gotten this far in years.

Shortly afterwards, the souls within repeated this again, managing to find their way on top of and inside an underground cavern. When they arrived, another soul, with an appearance resembling the body they possessed, but a heart of gold and syrup, did a brave detour to grab something that no one had seen in months: a Mushroom.

With the power of emulating realities and visualizing destinations, the now enlarged plumber set foot onto his final trial. 2 death defying leaps back to back, one of which was nearly frame perfect. The souls in the mind were quite cocky, and charged on ahead with a powerful leap…

But they couldn't make it.

The plumber's jump fell short of the second pit, and his body started hurdling past the ground on track to hit the lower wall of the pit he attempted to jump. It looked like it was the end for everyone that dared to defy fate…

But the Gardener spoke again. With a new voice. A commanding voice. "Hold back, then fall like a feather for 2 movements, then charge ahead once more." At first, everyone was skeptical… but his voice continued to ring out. With every movement, his voice followed. Although it might not have been sure at every step…

They leaped the second pit like it was no problem at all. Before they knew it, they had one trial left: a repeat of the spiny tower, now with a death pit. But the gardener kept commanding, and the unbecoming soul kept emulating reality to ensure success. With their teamwork, and the cooperation of several allied souls…

Mario rolled onto the ground, his hat only barely suffering a mild tear from the spiny egg that almost cracked his skull. They survived the trials. The souls had put to rest the hardest part of the gauntlet.

They triumphantly charged onto the ending stairway, where the Lakitu that had been causing them the anguish and pain of 120 restless days finally went away. Mario jumped up the stairway….

The souls leaped with all they had….

The jump almost fell short ….

But with their fallen comrades behind them, and a victorious shout…

4-1 Was Cleared!

#Nintendo #Super Mario Bros.#super mario #mario #NES #fanfiction #fanfic #reblogs are appreciated #btw check out twit.nes! its a really cool project and them beating 4-1 is a huge step

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chao-writes-stuff · 3 years

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So anyway im gonna start posting here again

#nsfw #help...#why is he here why is he dming me #sire? i merely request your readership i do not need Sex i need Ideas

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chao-writes-stuff · 4 years

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Hi i wrote one of these for Queen because the thoughts of innocent things being lethal is funny as fuck

The echoes of your footsteps ring out into the bleakness of the night. Not much happens at this hour, so you hear, due to fears of strange happenings at around this time. Considering the current state of affairs, you thought to yourself that no such shenanigans should happen. Not unless they wanted to catch the disease. Considering the chances of that, you felt reassured as you walked the empty suburbs. The silence, as relaxing as it could be, was quite eerie at this time of night. Thankfully, you kept your old iPod nano so you could play some music. You were known to be into music from the 90's or so. You could still appreciate a good track from Slipknot or Lemon Demon or MSI, what have you, but Queen was always your favorite. Something about it just... struck a chord with you.

As the song started, you rounded the corner to the street your house was on. You lived on your own, having just moved out. Your partner was gonna be moving in at the same time, but once the disease struck, they told you that they were gonna be a bit late. Of course, you knew this, but... something didn't seem right with their excuse. "I was just at a Queen cover concert before it struck… I don't want to take any chances. Sorry..." Queen? That was your thing. They only listened to Korn and System of a Down. Not Queen…

As you walked, you couldn't help but look at your shadow. Nothing special, but you couldn't help but laugh. A very iconic line was sung through your earbuds, and you couldn't help but repeat it.

"I see a little silouetto of a man.."

"Scaramoush, scaramoush, can you do the Fandango?"

You stopped dead in your tracks. That wasn't your iPod. It couldn't be. It came from right in front of you. The voice was wrong, the tone felt off… but, it sounded like Freddy sang the line… but… it wasn't you. Then you realized a harrowing truth. Your shadow was standing on the sidewalk in front of you. Piercing red eyes would stare deep within your soul. You couldn't tell what was happening, but before much else, it started changing shape into something you couldn't comprehend. It sang again, its voice louder and more corrupt.

"Thunderbolts and lightning, very very frightening me…"

The lyrics rang out like thunderclaps in your ear. You fell to your knees, desperately covering your ears out of sheer pain. The creature in front of you kept changing its shape and size, its voice growing, almost as if there was more of them… You couldn't make out any of the lyrics. The creature pried your hands away from your ears, making you look at it. Red piercing eyes. More of them. This eldritch horror wasn't singing… It was telling you. Let me go. Let me go. WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO. LET ME GO LET ME GO LET ME GO--

You closed your eyes, trying to escape the psychosis you're undergoing. But it didn't stop. All you could hear was it. Your thoughts were drowned out. The creature was in your mind now. You saw his true form in front of you.

His Majesty the Queen.

And before you could object, you fell down cold, never to wake up again.

a mimic monster that masquerades as a simple street light. you are walking home alone at night. you hear footsteps behind you, echoing in the dark. you start to run. nowhere is safe; the darkness swarms around you, cloaking myths and monsters. finally, you see a light up ahead. one glowing beacon in a sea of terror. you run faster and faster, your lungs nearly giving out, until finally, finally, you stop to rest in an island, a haven: the flickering safety of a street light.

then it opens its mouth

#im so sorry i just needed to write #crackfic #?#idk #horror #psychological horror #writing #sorry gaud

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chao-writes-stuff · 4 years

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If you’re ever like “but what do fic writers even WANT.”

a book report

They want a book report.

They want you to get 9th grade English up in their shit.

Remember having to write ad nauseam about the symbolism of that stupid conch in Lord of the Flies? They want you to do that about Steve Roger’s shield and Emma Swan’s jacket.

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chao-writes-stuff · 4 years

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People who have looked at my writing ( @chao-writes-stuff ) answer

How would you guys feel if I opened commissions? Im pretty confident in my latest writing but alsoooo uhhhh im VERY nervous cause ive never opened commissions before ':/

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chao-writes-stuff · 4 years

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Macaroni and Chaos

A story about Jevil and Macaroni.

Keep reading

#Jevil #deltarune #writing #Reblog cause im proud of this and want you to read it #im sorry if ya already saw this on ya dash

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Macaroni and Chaos

A story about Jevil and Macaroni.

The clock on the wall read 3:27 AM. The night was dark and silent, save for the occasional passing car. Only people who's lives and beings who had truly spiraled out of control would be up at this hour, thought a certain beloved jester as he continued his romp inside the kitchen he called home. Truth be told, Jevil had been hungry for the past few hours, but he was too focused on beating a certain funny skeleton in order to make food. He still had yet to succeed, but hunger can get to someone after a while.

Cabinets were swung open and shut with brute force as the fool searched for something quick and easy to eat. "How dissapointing... the Cheerios bore me, the Pop-Tarts are empty... where in chaos's name is the food?" Jevil's voice rang out, bouncing against the tiled floor, allowing for a faint echo. There was nothing he particularly enjoyed in his shelves, he thought, making sure he checked everywhere. However, he had not, for as he was about to close his cabinets, something caught the devil's eye.

"MAC AND FUCKING CHEESE! I SHALL NOT STARVE, SHALL NOT STARVE! I CAN COOK ANYTHING!"

Jevil SLAMMED his cabinets shut, ripping the mac and cheese box out of them and onto his countertop. "Hm… let's see…" The clown observed the aqua blue container, attempting to decipher the instructions. However, being locked up in a spinning jail cell can really fuck with your perception of the correct way to cook macaroni. So, of course, this meant that anything logical was out the window. Jevil was hungry. It was time he ate.

Step 1: Boil 6 cups of water in medium saucepan.

Jevil read this, confused as to what saucepan meant. "A pan.. of sauce? Of course, of course! Flavoring the macaroni makes it all the better!" The demon trotted to his fridge, rummaging it in search of the best sauce for the occasion. Of course, it didn't take long for him to find the perfect one for the job! As he took the mayonnaise to the counter, he pondered on how to convert this unusual substance into a pan. But, it didn't take long for a duck carousel and some precise pouring to create a big enough pan for the occasion! Now it was time to boil that water.

Step 2: Stir in pasta, boil 7 to 9 minutes or to desired tenderness, stirring 3 to 4 times.

This step seemed easy enough, just put in the noodles and wait! Jevil dumped the macaroni - unopened packet included - into his saucepan, and waited… and waited… the clown stared into his wall, pondering the actions that lead him here. Why he thought it was neccessary to stay up this late, fighting a fight he knew he couldn't win, why the stars aligned in such a way that he was trapped for centuries. The fool was trapped in a never ending cycle of fantasies… "How has it only been 2 minutes!?"

Jevil shook himself out of the funk he got himself into, pulling out his devil's knife. Using blunt handle, he stirred the pot of mistakes, contemplating how long this would take. Strangely, complaining about how long your food takes makes it take longer. The next 6 minutes were an agonizing hell of steam, tears, and chaos.

Step 3: Drain the water.

A simple enough step, Jevil thought. Just put all that water out of the macaroni and into the sink, right? Unfortunately, taking water out of a pot made of mayonnaise was a challenge - the mac had stuck to the surface! The clown couldn't afford to lose that precious pasta, it was the only thing he had to eat. So, naturally, there was one reasonable thing to do.

Jevil threw the pot at the wall with full force, shattering it on impact. The macaroni went flying, as expected, but the demon had a brilliant plan. On his command, a fleet of hearts and spades came and acted as plates for the cooked pasta! The clown cackled maniacally as his powers saved his late night snack, and relocated the dish to a more proper plate.

Step 4: Add the cheese flavoring packet to the pasta.

Okay, for real, this step could NOT be fucked up. There is no concievable way that this step could go wrong and require an out of the way maneuver to fix it and extend the process by another two minutes. That's what Jevil assumed, at first. "…Where is the packet of cheese? …oh, shame, don't tell me it got destroyed when I threw the pot!" As it turned out, that's exactly what happened. A large pile of cheese powder surrounded the sink, creating a safety hazard. If Jevil were to find a way to get around this problem, he could truly do anything.

And so back to the fridge he went! It didn't take much searching for him to find the next ingredient: a giant wedge of cheese. With no hesitation, the jester threw the cheese up in the air, before rapidly slicing it into small, thin sprinkles via a circle of scythes. It gracefully fell upon the plate of macaroni, creating what one could only describe as a beautiful, beautiful clusterfuck.

And with that, the food was done! After 20 minutes of improvisational hell, Jevil had created his 4 AM snack: Macaroni and Cheese. He set down his plate, grabbed a fork, and proudly took a bite of his creation.

And as quickly his pride filled his face, it left. A grimace made its way onto the clown's face. The taste was reminicsient of fecal matter, milk, and water. Everything about this tasted so horrible, Jevil had to push down the primal urge to vomit on the spot. Nothing could have prepared him for this absolute abomination of a meal.

"Ah, forget it. I'll just uber some McDonald's." Jevil tossed his mac and cheese hell into the trash, lazily picking up his phone. "It would have been easier, anyway."

#Jevil #deltarune #writing #tumblr writing #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #shitpost #comedy #fanfic

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This applies to writers too!

Reblogs help ALL ARTISTS.

So please, help us out here.

#not writing #reblogs #help us motherfuckers

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chao-writes-stuff · 4 years

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Darkness.

...the best fanfic ever.

#art blackout #art black out

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chao-writes-stuff · 4 years

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Posts a non writing post here

Do you guys think I should open commissions? They'd be small and not like the other people you see on this site, but I'm new to this..

I don't have much to offer yet, but if you guys would like that, let me know!

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This is only a half joke i actually have a sheet ready im just afraid to fuck commissions up

If you do open commissions, I will personally pay for a sequel fic where Wario overthrows Peach and becomes the first President of the Mushroom Kingdom. Wario ends up being the best leader in centuries, because the Toads are no longer being forced to be servants or living shields. Everybody is happy except for Peach, Yoshi, and the Mario Bros.. (I'm not saying you have to open commissions, though. Take things at your own pace.)

Im opening commissions for this alone

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Fashion - DeDeDesigner!

Deep within the imperial halls of Castle Dedede were several miniature Waddle Dees, carrying several spools of fabric to and from the throne room. They moved in an orderly fashion, as if they were a conveyor belt of polymer and denim. No one was quite sure as to why the King needed so much fabric- he only wears one thing, after all. But the King's orders were final: disobeying them could very well lead to a dire punishment. And so the Waddle Dees continued their fabric conveyance into the heart of King Dedede's latest operation.

"With all this fabric, I can finally weave my master plan to clobber Kirby forever!" The booming voice of Dream Land's favorite king echoed across the entire throne room, scaring a few of the Waddle Dees inside. One of them asked a crucial question: "How are clothes supposed to stop Kirby? I don't get it.." The king did not like being questioned like this. "Silence! It will all make sense soon enough. See, Kirby always walks around stark naked, except for those shoes of his. If we can make the most inconvienient clothes to wear ever, we can clobbah that Kirby real good!" The King smiled smugly with this plan, knowing that this plan absolutely COULD NOT fail.

The Waddle Dees finally all exited the throne room, leaving the royal ruler with way more fabric than he could ever need. But he still needed all of it. With his needle and thread, of which he totally knew how to use, he began to create his newest and first brand of clothing: Fasion Là Dedede! Countless minutes of hard work, fruitful labor happening before his very eyes... he couldn't believe it.

"This is way too stinking hard! How do people make this stuff? I'm not gonna clobbah Kirby at all at this rate!" Frustrated, the King kicked one of the unused fabric spools at full force! The magenta yarn went flying and flying… right into a Waddle Doo. The King panicked, "ACK! I AM SO SORRY," he yelled as he ran over to assist the cyclops in getting back on his feet. "…say, you wouldn't happen to know how to make clothes, would you?"

After several hours of his Waddle Doos sewing and creating, knitting and weaving, it was done. The perfect line of clothes for a puffball Kirby's size! …but the King couldn't stop staring at them. Somehow, these clothes looked leagues better than anything in his own closet! This was an absolute shock to Dedede, but he had an idea. "Excellent job, guys! But now I'm gonna ask you lot one more favor. Make one of these my size, pronto! We can't let that Kirby upstage us in fashion, too!"

This definitely confused the tiny cyclops workers, but they feared what would happen if they questioned this decision. And so, they started to work on yet another fashion line. But this time, it was King Size! And, soon enough, it was complete. Dedede absolutely adored the new clothes, and put them all on!

At the same time.

These clothes were designed to trap Kirby.

Soon enough, the King found himself trapped within his own web of lies... and polyester. He couldn't escape the tight chamber of fabric, and he was distressed! "Someone get me outta these things! Help! Help!!" With the King powerless, the Waddle Doos laughed as they left for home. Sure enough, the tyrant was on his own, with no one to help him. And that's where he stayed..

At least he looked trendy.

#Kirby #king dedede #waddle dee #waddle doo #writing #my writing #fanfic #drabble #hes STYLIN #im havin fun

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The Hand Of Fate

The air was thick, the night was young. No one was awake except for the denizens of Casino Delfino. The bustling metropolis of poor money management, the shining star of crushed dreams. The best place to go if you could see the hand of fate. Deep within Hotel Delfino in Sirena Beach was the most intense game of Texas Hold 'em the casino had seen in years. The players were all focused on one thing: the high stakes at hand. 500,000 coins were in the pot. The Pianta had sweat on his brow. The Noki quivered in fear.

But amongst all of them was one particular fellow. The Jester of Dimentions, Dimentio. The clown was… quite strange. Many rumors have circulated that he had once tried to end the worlds, or had backstabbed the one who took care of him. Of course, he denied all of these accusations, in favor of keeping his reputation a complete and total mystery. The powers he had were unlike any other, and not even his closest "friends" had a clue on how they worked. Of course, Dimentio used these to his advantage often, from dawn till dusk, even in the cold of the night.

And what better place and time to use his powers than in the midst of a Poker game? The clown had been subtly warping dimensions to see his two opponents cards. The Pianta had a 9 of clubs and a 7 of hearts. Meanwhile, the Noki had an 8 of spades and a 6 of diamonds. The jesterly clown had a 10 of diamonds and a Queen of hearts. The clown had chuckled. He knew the cards that were coming next.

A Jack.

A King.

An Ace.

A 9.

An 8.

Dimentio smiled. The two cards that defeated his opponents had been hidden still. Of course, Dimentio had acted unsure, his arms shaking, legs quaking. The other two had a good poker face, but the jester saw right through them both. They had slight grins, and raised eyebrows. Almost simultaneously, they all shouted the same thing.

"ALL IN!"

As the cards were revealed, hope seemed to drain from everyone's faces but Dimentio's. He had just won 500,000 coins. And, naturally, he flaunted to his defeated victims. "Ah, truly what a shame~ If only you could've seen my cards, but no one at all could do that. But I must go now, I have to spend my newest winnings on something far more valuable than you two will ever be. Ciao~!"

And with that, Dimentio disappeared, his massive winnings in tow. The casino has remembered that game since, buzzing about it whenever someone asks about the Jester who forced the winning hand of fate.

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