#[flamberge | hellfire]

[krizaland]

Hellfire Magolor and Hyness x Reader.

Hey y’all! So I really wanted to write a Magolor x reader and this idea hit me like a truck.

Be warned: There is religious mentions throughout the story as well as death threats and mentions of burning.

Here’s the song I used

It was a bright and sunny morning as you helped Magolor open Merry MagoLand for the day.

“Are you sure everyone will like my magic act?” You asked nervously as you put your costume on.

“Of course they will, my love! You’re a natural! There’s no one more suited for the job than you! Well except yours truly of course!” Magolor giggled as he gestured to himself.

You couldn’t help but giggle along with him.

Magolor was just too cute sometimes!

“Thanks for the pep talk, babe!”

And with that, Merry MagoLand was open for another day of business.

Customers from all across Popstar came pouring in to try their luck at the games, ride the rides, and sample the delicious food.

However, deep within the sea of people, lurked Hyness and the three mage sisters.

“Remind me again, why are we wasting our time with this theme park?” Flamberge grumbled.

“Because this place makes a mockery of the Jambastion! A place made took look like the ancients built it?! Blasphemous! It must be shut down!” Hyness ranted as he gestured for the sisters to follow him.

Francisca couldn’t help but admire all of the beautiful attractions surrounding her.

“Francisca! Don’t get distracted! This place is sinful remember?” Zan Partizanne snapped.

Francisca jolted back to reality and quickly caught up to her sisters.

Just as Hyness and the mages were about to reach Magolor’s desk-

“Attention all Merry MagoLand guests! Gather in the plaza to watch the amazing Y/N’s magic show!”

Magolor’s announcement almost made Hyness jump out of his hood.

“Juh?! Magic show?! First this jamblasted place makes a mockery of the hard work of the ancients! Now they insult their magic?! This cannot stand!”

With a loud growl, Hyness gestured for the mage sisters to follow him to the plaza.

Sure enough, there was a large, colorful stage in the middle of the plaza.

Hyness was about to jump on stage when-

“Welcome one and all! Welcome to The Amazing Y/N’s Magic Show!”

Your voice rung out like a bell as the curtains swooped open.

Hyness’s jaw nearly hit the ground!

From your beautiful eyes to your playful smile, you were breathtaking to say the least.

The three mage sisters exchanged worried glances.

“Lord Hyness, are you alright?” Zan Partizanne asked gently.

Before Hyness could answer, your voice rung out again.

“For my first trick, I need a volunteer!”

You hummed for a moment before spotting Hyness in the crowd.

“You there! In the white hood!”

Hyness let out a startled squeak.

“C’mon up!”

Before Hyness could react, you were already helping him climb on stage.

“Now then, what is your name, friend?” You asked as you held the microphone to Hyness’s face.

“Juh-” -Hyness shook away his shock- “-I-I am the great Lord Hyness of the Jambastion! I have come to put an end to your blasphemous sinning!”

The crowd gasped in unison as you gave Hyness a startled look.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Do not play dumb with me! You and this jamblasted place are making a mockery of the ancients! Magic is not something to be shown off like a jawaii little toy! It is a scared practice! A scared practice that you are now tarnishing!” Hyness’s words flew out a mile a minute as he waved his arms around.

You could barely understand a word he said but you could tell he was furious.

You were about to try to deescalate the situation but Magolor came to save the day.

“I’m sorry, what seems to be the problem here?”

Hyness continued to rant and rave a mile a minute and flail about.

“Woah! Slow down there! What are you going on about?” Magolor asked as he held his hands out defensively.

Hyness let out a loud shriek before rushing off stage and running out of the park with the mage sisters in tow.

“Ohh-Kay then. Well! Sorry about that folks! Hopefully the show can continue yes?” Magolor clasped his hands together.

“Yup! Looks like I could use a new volunteer! Hopefully a little less crazy one this time!” You joked nervously.

The crowd giggled at your joke, bringing back the happy atmosphere.

Once you selected a new volunteer, your show went off without a hitch!

While you were performing, Hyness and the three mage sisters warped into the Jambandra Base.

“Lord Hyness…” Zan Partizanne reached out to Hyness only to have her hand smacked away.

“I must go to the sanctuary! Do not disturb me!” Hyness snarled as he warped away.

All Hyness could hear were menacing voices as he entered the sanctuary.

“Jorrow Bastion

Jamblasted Bastion

Konjy bastion”

Hyness pressed his sleeved hands together.

“Great Dark Lord, you know I am a righteous man, of my virtue I am justly proud”

“Janno Jaway”

His body shook as he lit the nearby fireplace.

“Great Dark Lord, you know I'm so much purer than, The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd!”

“Janno Jaway”

It wasn’t long before he saw your image dancing in the flames.

“Then tell me, Dark Lord, why I see them dancing there? Why their smoldering eyes still scorch my soul?”

“Mi bastion”

“I feel them, I see them-” -The flames seemed to smile at him-“-The sight of their jawaii smile! Is blazing in me out of all control!”

“mi bastion konjy”

Hyness frantically jumped away from the flames.

“Like fire! Hellfire! This fire in my skin! This burning desire, Is turning me to sin!”

With a shrill cry, Hyness ran away from the fireplace as fast as he could.

“It’s not my fault!”

“Jes Vun”

“I'm not to blame!”

“Jes Vun”

“It is that jamblasted heathen! The demon who sent this flame!”

“ Jes Vun”

Hyness’s voice grew more and more desperate.

“It's not my fault!”

“Jes Vun”

“If in your plan-”

“Jes Vun”

“-You made the bastion so much stronger than a man!”

“mi bastion konjy”

Hyness fell to his knees and slammed his hands on the ground.

“Protect me, O Dark Lord! Don't let this siren cast their spell! Don't let their fire sear my flesh and bone!”

Hyness pleaded as he flailed his arms about.

“Destroy Y/N! And let them taste the fires of hell Or else let them be mine and mine alone!”

Hyness hugged himself before jumping to his feet.

He whimpered and clutched the sides of his head.

“Dark Lord, I invoke thy name! Deliver me from evil, Dark Lord! GIVE ME SANCTUARY PLEASE!”

With another shrill cry, Hyness tore off his hood.

“I WILL FIND THEM!”

His head practically spasmed as he spoke.

His chameleon-like eyes darting in all directions.

“I will find them even if I have to burn down all of Popstar!”

Hyness let out a maniacal laugh that echoed throughout the sanctuary.

“Hellfire! Darkfire! Now heathen, it's your turn! Choose me or your pyre! Be mine or you will burn!”

His breathing was heavy as he started to relax a bit.

“Japologa Vun”

“O have mercy on them”

“Japologa Vun”

“O have mercy on me”

“Japologa Vun”

Hyness let out crazed chuckle.

“But they will be mine! Or they will burn! They will burn!”

With one final cry, Hyness fell to his knees once more.

“PLEASE GIVE ME SANCTUARY!”

Next

#kirby #magolor #hyness #magolor x reader #Hyness x reader #x reader

[ask-the-kirby-verse]

Flamberge, are you good at burning people verbally...because...ummmm.....you know....fire?

Flamberge, proudly: Of course! I-

Francisca, interrupting: Marshmallows.

Flamberge, blushing: No-

Francisca, now giggling: Roasty, toasty marshmallows.

Flamberge, whining: Noooo.....

#francisca #flamberge #mod susie #anon asks #((FUN FACT: that line in japanese instead says that hellfire will be colder than them.)) #((...yeah.))

[dreamland-parfait]

{y’know what more Jambas hcs because I love them. so much}

- Francisca and Flamberge’s magic is such that their regular body temperature has decreased and increased over the years, respectively. While their metabolism followed without consequence, they may mind their surroundings and you will often find Franny with a fresh drink in hand in warm and/or dry areas, and vice versa for Berge.

- As for Zan, she has an electrical current constantly coursing through her body. She can discharge it more or less intensely, in a similar fashion to electric eels and rays. Regularly charging herself up through exterior source is as important to her body as feeding and sleeping (she won’t die from empty batteries, but will hardly be able to move). (This also means that startling her through physical contact is a terrible idea.)

- Hyness’ magic is not limited to his subordinates’ elemental trinity - in fact, he’s mastered most of the natural elements, such as earth, wind and fire water. He can also easily take control of small living beings - and big ones if he focuses hard enough, or if he influences them for an extended period of time. He also possesses life-inducing abilities. 

#[dreamlanders' secrets] #[francisca | glaciation] #[flamberge | hellfire] #[zan partizanne | divine thunder] #[hyness | terminal darkness]

[quotes-of-dreamland]

that last song ask

Okay, elaboration time

So I also do this - a song has a plot and I have a hyperfixation and I go “PUT EM TOGETHER, FORCE IT TO MAKE SENSE”

The story of the song is that a seamstress from a little village is given a letter from an oracle proclaiming them to be the next Messiah. The one who is destined to be the Messiah must gather nine blessings from across the world - basically little trophies - and gather them all in a special tower. The Messiah here is Kirby.

What Kirby doesn’t know is that this is designed to be a difficult trial, and there must be nine sacrifices made, one for each blessing, as they’re obtained. Basically, in order to save the world, Kirby must suffer.

Kirby lets 9 of their friends join them on this quest - Meta Knight, Flamberge, Magolor, Marx, Taranza, Zan, Susie, Franscisca, and Bandan Dee.

They all know the catch, however. They know that Kirby would have to suffer - so instead, they all decide to suffer for him.

One by one, they all “betray” them and steal the blessings for themselves, suffering the curses and taking them to the tower. Kirby doesn’t know about the curses, and just believes that their friends have been taken over by greed and are all traitors.

Until they get to the tower to find all the blessings in place.

The reason the characters are in the order they’re in is because of the specific curses - and I can use direct lyrics here.

Meta Knight: “Even though being drowned in the rough sea” Flamberge: “Dancing in the hellfire” Magolor: “Helplessly falling on my knees in merciless drought” Marx: “Being trapped in darkness forever and losing my mind” Taranza: “Being swallowed by the earth” Zan: “Even though being struck by the judgement lightning” Susie: “Being tore up by the hurricane” Franscisca: “Being frozen until the soul” Bandan Dee: “Crawling through the fire”

The fact that those are the curses and almost all of these guys are ex-villains is why they were chosen :)

As for the actual song itself? It really is a GORGEOUS song, it’s a chorus of ten people singing about destiny and it’s super orchestral and dramatic.

So yeah, for a song recommendation, it’s an amazing song that I enjoy listening to, and for a headcanon/au/scenario recommendation it’s ALSO super good. 10/10, am listening again.

-Mod Susie

#mod susie #is this what yall want?? paragraphs and paragraphs of mod susie content?? #anon asks #long post #headcanons #song recs

[dreamland-parfait]

Halcandran Talk {blog update}

{Finally ! Some content for Star Allies aftermath well, I have yet to approach Morpho’s whereabouts, but this will come later}

{I wanted to make a comic but totally lost the motivation, so here’s a drabble instead. Been a while since I’ve finished a piece of writing, and all the characters featured here are ones I enjoy exploring the personalities and dynamics of, so this was pretty fun to do !}

{Enjoy~} 

The room’s atmosphere was tangible.

Susie straightened herself as Magolor sat down next to her. They’d agreed that he would do most of the talking. Not that she wasn’t a good diplomat ; but Magolor knew more – he always knew more – and was more involved than she was, is all. She’d add to his speech when judging necessary.

“First of all,” Magolor spoke, “I want it to be clear that we have no intention of harming you. So please don’t destroy my ship.”

Being an Ancient and a Modern Halcandran, they had considered the possibility of their “guests”, who also happened to be resentful trained soldiers, attacking them on sight.

They’d found themselves lucky with the first two, too confused and groggy from the healing program to react. The third one however had immediately launched herself towards them - despite visibly staggering on her legs.

Even more surprising, the words she’d spat in a low, threatening voice hadn’t been slanders towards their people, but inquiries about her superior’s whereabouts. To which Magolor had answered from behind a star-shaped barrier that he was still in recovery procedure, in the adjacent room. Withdrawing her spear, she’d seemed for a moment as if she was going to verify herself ; then decided otherwise and checked on her companions instead.

Now they were all installed in the Lor’s living room, silence only broken by the ship’s quiet buzzing. Magolor wore his casual blue and gold outfit, as well as his facemask, but his position was one of focus and self-respect ; characteristic of him debating as the Crown Prince of Halcandra and not a simple traveler. Susie herself was in “business mode”, with her usual suit, a straight posture and a few report files on her lap.

The three women sat in a couch across from them. Now that they were awake and not floating in Lor’s recovery tubes, Susie studied them attentively. They had no traces of injury left, but their clothing was torn and burnt here and there, and the former secretary made a mental note to do something about it if everything went well.

On their right side was the tallest of them, with soft eyes and gorgeous blue hair draping her shoulders and back. On the left was a short and tan girl with fist for hands, pouty lips and a fiery gaze flicking rapidly between Magolor and Susie. Those were the Frozen and Blazing Generals, Francisca and Flamberge.

Between them stood their leader – the one who’d attacked mere minutes ago – in a diligent, almost military posture that contrasted starkly with her subordinates’ unnerved shifts and glances. This, was Lightning General Zan Partizanne. Her gaze was piercing, emotionless, reminding Susie of her company’s elite robots ; and she couldn’t help but draw an ironical parallel between herself, half flesh and half machine since her childhood accident, and that woman of cells and blood but the mind of a killing machine, responding only to the one she sworn allegiance to.

(Loyalty, honesty. Those were concepts both Magolor and herself were unfamiliar with for the longest time.)

Susie refocused on the situation ; Magolor had already started talking.

“… thanks to my reclaimed position as the Crown Prince, I was able to lift Halcandra’s taboo on magic, and on the Ancients’ culture as a whole. Meanwhile, my associate Susie here leads the Haltmann Works Company to sustain for those who need it most. To sum it up, we work together to reunite the Ancients and Moderns of Halcandra despite our past conflicts... and try to save what's left of our economy and environment while we’re at it.”

The mages took in each of his words, but seeing them frown in doubt, Magolor added more quietly :

“There’s still a long way to go, of course. And I know it may seem crazy given the state of the planet when you left it. I lived there too, and as a pure-breed Ancient, there are probably people who are still out there for my head.”

(His voice had traces of sympathy in it, and a few years ago, it might have been fake. Now, Susie couldn’t tell.)

Zan Partizanne, who still hadn’t moved an inch, blinked.

“Are you here to take us back ?”

(Her tone clearly indicated that she didn’t want to.)

“No. That’s your choice to make. Keeping you updated is all, I haven’t cut to the chase yet.”

“Then spit it out already,” snapped Flamberge. “I hate that interrogatory vibe you’re giving.”

“We’ve already told you we wouldn’t hurt you…” intervened Susie.

“Yeah, well, you could try anyway—”

“We’ve found you badly injured, unconscious, and drifting outerspace. Do you think we’d have gone through all the trouble to put you on recovery if we had hostile intents ?”

The girl opened her mouth, but Zan outstretching an arm in front of her with a firm command had her shutting it tight before she could retort, and she exhaled loudly through her nose instead. Francisca, who followed everything without a word, placed a hand on the Blazing General's shoulder. Their leader, in the meantime, had returned her full attention to Magolor.

“You’re with that pink one, aren’t you.”

“Indeed,” he replied, eyes crinkling from an invisible smile. “But they’re not aware of your presence here yet. Before that, I have to know what you’re planning to do next.”

The sisters turned to their elder with questioning looks. For the first time since the start of the conversation, Zan’s gaze shifted away from her hosts and went to trail somewhere on the floor.

“I won’t ask for your little backstory, nor for your connection with that priest,” Magolor said, seeing their hesitation. “But I have one tip to give you.”

His eyes took on an eerie gleam. “Tempering with a magic that isn’t your own…. It can lead to a fate worse than death. I speak,” he paused, putting weight in each of his words, “from experience.”

(Susie could guess the hidden scars at the corners of his mouth, and shifted her own mechanical legs. The Jambandrans had no business with technology, so she didn’t mention that it could backfire just as horribly.)

The Lightning General snapped her head up to stare back. “We perfectly knew what we were doing.”

“Oh ? Then was getting digested by Dark Matter part of your plan ?”

“You—“

“How do you think your old man went mad to begin with ?”

The woman sprung up, visible sparks coursing around her limbs. The sudden movement had Flamberge crouching as well, fingers curling and uncurling around the hilt of a sword that wasn’t there. Susie clenched the report files she’d been holding, feeling her hair gain volume from ambient electricity. Magolor, not moving, calmly held her stormy gaze.

“Zan, he’s right.”

A pale hand gently caught the General by the arm ; Francisca had spoken, voice as soft as her eyes. Zan looked back at her with half inquiring, half threatening eyes, though the sparks were already disappearing.

“He’s right,” she said again, more firmly. “Hyness is beyond recovery. We can’t go back to the old times. I hate saying that - I hate hearing myself saying that, Zan. But we… don’t have to keep on doing this.”

After a few, suspended seconds, Zan shifted her eyes from Francisca to Flamberge. The latter had dropped her fighting posture but remained tense, staring at her superior in silent intensity.

The General’s gaze trailed to the floor again. Then, bringing a trembling hand to her face, she slowly settled back down, closed her eyes and let out a shaky sigh.

“Japologa,” she muttered to Magolor, who shook his head. The Lor resumed its hum, which they hadn't realized had stopped ; Susie allowed her death grip to relax and glared at its captain. Talk about diplomacy.

After a few moments of silence, Zan Partizanne straightened herself back up, folding her hands on her lap. “What are the options ?”

“Currently, you have three,” the Crown Prince said, lifting some weight off the atmosphere with his usual pep. “One, you leave on your own, with or without your boss, never to be seen again. Two, you return to Halcandra. Three… you come to Dreamland and help around to make up for your actions.”

Zan rose an eyebrow, but Flamberge cut her to the chase again : “Oh, sure, let’s return to the people we tried to kill with a basket of flowers.”

Magolor let out a laugh, and Susie couldn’t help but follow. “The worst is that it works, you know ?” She said.

“Juh ?"

Closing her eyes in bittersweet memories, Susie carried on :

“A man I’ve personally wronged once told me, “the path of lost souls always leads to Dreamland, for it is a place of redemption and new beginnings.” You’d be surprised at the amount of people who’ve been in the same situation as you. Right, Magolor ?” she ended in a wink, which he waved off with a snort.

“Sure,” he said. “Just to tell you that it’s not as stupid of a plan as it seems. As Susie hinted there, you wouldn’t be the worst people these guys dealt with.”

“... What even…” muttered Flamberge.

“One last thing. I dunno whether you plan to stick around your boss, but his recovery is gonna take a while, and I have no guarantee of what will be left of his mind. I’d like to speak to him once he’s awake too – if he doesn’t blast me on sight, that is,” he finished, grumbling to himself.

(Not that there’d been much of a mind to begin with, they both knew, and maybe they did too ; but saying so would only rile the Lightning General up again.)

Suddenly, the Lor’s spirit materialized next to him, making the Generals jump. She leaned down and murmured a few words to her master, who nodded and got up.

“Aaaand that’s it for now,” he said, and Susie stood as well. “I’ve told you the basis of what you needed to know, but any choice is yours and yours alone to make. Take your time to consider the options ; I won’t mind if you need to stay here for a few days. Feel free to start discussing it among yourselves, or just have a look around while I’m occupied.”

Zan Partizanne looked at them. She’d lost her steely stare, and now her eyes were hesitant, and maybe a little afraid. Most of all, she looked tired. 

“Jamanke,” she murmured as her gaze trailed to the general direction of the room where Hyness rested ; Francisca’s hand still on her arm. Magolor nodded at Susie, then left the room, followed by the Lor’s graceful silhouette.

Watching them huddle together, not standing up just yet, Susie mentally reviewed the many turns the conversation had taken. These three were in the same position she’d been in not so long ago, except that their only misdeed was being loyal to the wrong person at the wrong moment. They hadn’t lied, they hadn’t manipulated, they hadn’t betrayed.

Susie made another mental note to introduce Zan Partizanne to Taranza. Then, excusing herself, she left with her mind set on finding some spare, clean clothes.

#[mun's things] #{this way i can really start making them participate in the blog !} #{i would've explicitely said they came to dreamland but i liked the ending this way} #[francisca | glaciation] #[flamberge | hellfire] #[zan partizanne | divine thunder] #[magolor | crowned traveler] #[susie | will of iron]