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void-ink-studios · 1 year

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Incarnations AU - Backstory

I think I’ve settled on the name Incarnations AU and will be tagging all art/fanfic as such from now on. This is a Kirby gijinka AU, where I’ve taken the strange cannon lore, turned it into wet clay, and played with it on my stupid little pottery wheel.

You can check out the oneshots I write for this AU over HERE on AO3, but today, I’d like to try and rewrite the first chapter as an actual story. When I first wrote it, it was pure stream of consciousness and trying to get thoughts on paper. So, here’s my author redemption arc. Enjoy!

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Within the land of Dreams, within that strange cosmic fog that lies beyond our own awareness, there lived a civilization split in two. With minds and magic beyond all, these twin societies dominate, endlessly circling each other, endlessly building off each other.

In brilliant White and Gold, there were the Magi, musicians of reality, plucking the strings of magic, altering their world with their soundless songs. In gorgeous Black and Silver were the Physicus, who toiled and tinkered with their minds and hands, forcing reality to their will. Together, the two forged great artifacts of wonder, ones to better explore and expand over the cosmic fog in the land of Dreams.

The Physicus clicked together the gears of Clockwork Stars, while the Magi imbued them with the power of Dreams to grant wishes. The Physicus crafted great ships known as the Starcutter Fleet, and the Magi put the wind of the stars into the sails.

The Magi, meanwhile, created a brilliant silver to see into other worlds, so the Psysicus refined and contained it to a great Mirror where they could see and journey forth. The Magi captured the power of a Wishing Star’s nebula, and the Psysicus channeled it into a staff more powerful than much of their artillery.

At the center of all, the center of these two civilizations known now as the Ancients, there was Void. Void, that great creator, from which the chaos of Dreams is given form. Void, once dormant, now gazed out into the cosmos, within their gilded cage at the center of a galactic power. Without Void, the Magi would have no great strings to pluck, and the Psysicus would have no Star metals to forge. There would be no Ancients without Void. But what would Void be without them? It mattered not to Void. What worth would it have to crush the ants that built their mound around them?

It is lost history, in how it happened. Perhaps the Physicus experimented into forces that should’ve remained lost in shadow. Perhaps the Magi plucked at the perfectly incorrect string. Perhaps it was fate, or pure cosmic accident.

Regardless of the how, the what has left its scars across the land of Dreams. For, one day, Void trembled. It shuddered and cried and agonized. And then it purged. It purged, and then one became two.

A being of brilliant orange and gold and black spilled from Void that day, standing on trembling legs and wet wings. It was thus that the first Incarnation was born. It was the Butterfly of Paradise. It was the silent watcher and end to all. It was the Incarnation of Judgement.

It was Morpho Knight.

Morpho Knight had vanished almost as quickly as it appeared, but it had taken something important with it. For now that one had become two, the one left behind was missing something. Void had become a being without Judgement. A creature without reservations. A creature with no concern for the ants that stared in confusion and horror.

It was only through the combined effort of all Star Allies, and the creation of new and terrible weapons that the Ancients could face the beast now known as Void Termina. The Star Sparkler, the Crystal Cannon, the Rainbow Sword, and the Love-Love Stick were all forged in the fires of desperation, while the Starcutter fleet fell one by one.

It was the creation of the Jamba Heart from the Magi and the Jamba Needles of the Psysicus that the monster was subdued. Void could not be destroyed, not by mere mortals. It would be foolish to hunt for Morpho Knight, even more so to think it could be forced to fight.

So, Void exchanged a gilded cage for a darkened cell.

And the Magi and Psysicus were reminded of just how mortal they were.

The two civilizations watched each other, as they tried to rebuild. They watched the weakened states they were all in, with their core locked in a box with no key. They watched as they realized that the other was defenseless. It was only a matter of who would strike first.

It was the Psysicus, paranoid of magic, and emboldened by their weapons of science. They would not need the Magi anymore, they had decided. What if their magic strings caused yet another disaster? What if they found a way to outdo their glorious machines? The Magi, they decided, would be driven out, and they’d take that ticking apocalypse with them. They split their great planet in two, and rocketed away the undesirables to the darkest, deepest corners of space, with only enough fuel to get them there.

The Magi found themselves surrounded by darkness. There were no strings to pluck here. There were no Wishing Stars to harness, no starlight to sail on, not even pinpricks of distant stars of old allies. It was just them, and the darkness crushing them from above.

The bitterness took hold quickly. A few managed to scrape together remaining Starcutters to find some escape, but most had decided to spit on the stars. They turned inward, to a darkness that yet gave off light. They began to worship what was once their doom.

And thus began the Cult of Void.

This worship, this saturation of hatred and despair, it woke something within what remained of Void. And it trembled again. As one pin was wrenched free, a deafening scream wailed throughout the darkest corners of the Land of Dreams. Something was unleashed that day. It was the darkness itself, a consumer of light. It was the Incarnation of Despair.

It was Dark Matter.

Dark Matter was not a who. It was a What. A dark cloud of hundreds of eyes swirled around the Cult of Void. The ones who didn’t go mad described the cry of millions of tears. It was the deepest of melancholies. As did its older kin, it fled quickly into the abyss. But not before one lone Ancient was able to trap a piece into a once unremarkable crown. This Ancient, who’s name is lost to time, placed the crown upon their head, and declared themselves a king.

The Ancients were never heard from again, after that day. The Psysicus, so paranoid and proud, vanished in a blink. Their great planet and cities were swallowed, seemingly by the darkness itself. The refugees of the Magi drifted away, to fates unknown. No one came back for the Cult of Void. No one peered too closely into the Darkness as they continued their worship.

As they pulled on pins, twin Incarnations were purged from Void. One was Dreams. One was Fear. The Incarnation of Dreams warped away as quickly as it arrived to pierce the veil of Dreams. The Incarnation of Fear found itself a feast of screams.

It was eons before the Cult recovered enough to attempt again. It was smaller than the others before it, and for a moment, the Cult had wondered if Void had weakened. Then it spread brilliant feathery wings and attempted to carve its way to freedom. The Incarnation of Ambition was bound in glittery gilded chains, and a dog was made of it. It became a weapon, turned on whatever planets the Cult had wandered too close to.

Glittering horns grew longer, as did its resentment. It turned on its captors the second they got lazy with their new toy. It was only through their long ancient magics that they were not all wiped out, as the Incarnation was trapped in crystal only their kind could open.

Meanwhile, the Incarnation of Dreams had found itself trapped as well. Its careless warping was bound to have its consequences eventually. Warping had made the planet it had found unstable, patches becoming incompatible to life. One couldn’t really blame the locals for trying to keep it contained. They studied it, wondered, got curious. And it was that curiosity that opened the door.

The Great Warp Event, a catastrophe and a blessing all at once. The humans of the Forgotten Land were warped, in location, body, and mind, to a new home, a small nowhere planet called Popstar. In a planet not known to them, in minds and bodies not known to them, a new civilization began to rise. However, that warp was not without consequences. Many of the animals were left behind, and the Incarnation was cleaved in two. ID-F86 went dormant and ID-F87 fled into the newly abandoned world.

One more pin was pulled before the Cult of Void finally fell. And from that pin fell the last of the Voidborn. A small, nervous Incarnation, despite the fact he was meant to be the Incarnation of Bravery. He bolted off, and there was no one left to stop him. Only one of the Cult of Void still stood, but it is out of spite he continues to stand.

The remnants of the Ancients drifted through the cosmos. The Master Crown fell into the hoard of the Great Dragon Landia. The last of the Starcutters was discovered by a small alien, perhaps an Ancient descendent, named Magalor.

But the energy of the Great Warp Event rippled through the universe and back. Many of the artifacts became drawn to it, the Dimension Mirror, the Star Rod, the Love-Love Stick, the Rainbow Sword, and several scraps of ships lost wedged themselves in the mountains, forests, and plains of Popstar. The smallest of the Incarnations found his way here, his way home.

It was not the only one. But Popstar had a defender now. A dark mage from the heart of the dark hive was locked in a chest. The devourer of Fear, once the nightmare of Bravery, now sits bound in a staff atop the Dream Fountain.

The energy of Void saturated everything around the tiny planet. It swam, oozing from the Great Warp Event’s residual energy, from the artifacts that pulled energy from Void itself, from the Incarnations, there willingly or otherwise. And there was Joy. Joy from the people of Popstar, more powerful than the hate of the Magi.

And from that joy, a new Incarnation laughed.

And from the darkness, hundreds of eyes search for them.

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headphonegirl21 · 7 months

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Kirbtober Day 13: Ancients

#kirby #kirbtober #kirbtober 2023 #fanart #kirby ancients #kirby star allies #kirby star allies fanart #headphonegirl21 #headphonegirl21 art #ibispaintx #ibispaint art #ibispaintdrawing #made in ibis paint #fyp #fypage #tumblr fyp #fypシ

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dialittlesandbox · 2 years

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Spoilers for Kirby: Forgotten Land

Hello there Kirby Fandom, this is more of an observation than a theory and if anything doesn't make sense, just call me out. Just trying to piece this together.

Enough small talk.

So it is rather obivious that Fecto Elfilis powers were used by the ancient to devolp their own Warp-Technologie for their ships...

(see picture: Star-Shaped portals from Fecto Elfilis Bossfight and rip in Space to pull Popstar through)

(Pictures: Portals from the Starcutter in Cutscenes and im Bossfight)

So stars are symbols of fast-travel in this universe.

(Kirby's Wrap Star is a great example!)

But what i noticed recently, is that The Mirror (Kirby and the amazing Mirror) shares TWO similarities with both Fecto Elfilis, the Starcutter and Galacta Knight:

I just assumed that, like all the artifacts scattered through this universe, the mirror was made by the ancients to visit the Mirror world.

Which means that fast travel by portal is symboliced with wings (Which the Starcutter, Fecto Elfilis and The Mirror all have)?

Also as a sidenote, Galacta is able to open portals and shoot lasers out of them and he(?) has wings, too. But the Star on his shield only has 4 points and he(?) isn't shown to travel through those portals.

So....

Wings = Portals?

Stars = Fast - Travel?

Combined -> effiecent Fast Travel through dimensions(?)

I don't really know if this is importent in any way or if I'm missing something, but nobody else, as far as i'm aware anyway, pointed this out so uh... take it i guess

Take some memes for the way!

Me explaining what i found to my friends

My friends, not knowing a single thing about Kirby

#Kirby #kirby and the forgotten land #kirby and the amazing mirror #kirby return to dreamland #The Starcutter #fecto elfilis #Kirby ancients #galacta knight

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kirby-souljourney-au · 1 year

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MERCY — AU oneshot

Greatness is a curse. Power is a curse. Holiness is a curse.

She is a curse, and she knows.

But still, she wishes to protect.

She lay motionless on a bed of flower petals and feathers, eyes closed, breathing even, comatose.

Her power was much too great. It had overwhelmed her, and sent her into a deep sleep, thought to be permanent.

Despite the predictions, though, she awoke from her slumber.

She slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the pain of the light burning in her vision. The Healer nearby her shaded her with an umbrella of leaves. He asks, art thou alright?

She blinks. Prithee, what happened here? She muses, memory foggy and blurred. What landed such as she in thy den?

He breathes deeply, closing his eyes momentarily. He dost not know, he was not there to witness it. TheGreat One simply arrived with thee in their arms, injured and unconscious. They hath not said what occurred.

The Hero looks away, down at herself for a few moments, thinking, trying to remember. Her eyes close.

Images fill her mind in split-second flashes, appearing and disappearing rapidly.

All she sees is black, white, and blood red. She cannot process the images her mind provides. They are incomprehensible and incomplete.

Her eyes snap open, wide and afraid. She dost not recall — the memories rush by too quick to decipher. In truth, she dost not wish to remember. It all seems too dark for a pure mind such as hers.

Return to thy dreamscape, Lord, the Healer speaks. Let thine body heal itself. His magic hast done what it can.

She closes her eyes, and lets herself return to the pitch-black sleep her body required.

Ah, she remembers now. Her Divine magic took a great toll on her body, sending her into a deep, multi-week long slumber. The beast she and The Great One hast destroyed was ungodly powerful and wholly unholy — as such, it would require absolute Holiness to defeat it. Divinity of the Soul.

She almost died along with the unholy beast, but against all odds, she survived, waking in the caring hands of her tribe.

…

She knows that she hast become dangerous. This newfound power of hers is volatile.

…She shalt be executed eventually.

…

…Tis for the better.

The Healer returns to the den, holding a small bowl of tea in his palm. Thou art awake, he speaks, handing the tea over to her. She gratefully accepts the drink, sipping at it carefully.

Dost thou recall how thee ended up in a state of comatose? He questions her, sitting beside the bed she rested upon.

Indeed. Indeed she does.

The air was stale and painful to breathe. The beast stood towering above the Hero and the God, bladed arms aimed for their hearts.

…

The God called the Hero’s name, their voice pained and raspy from inhaling the toxic air. From her place on the ground, she opened a single eye, looking towards her companion.

They held something strange in their hand — it glowed beautifully, and radiated pure Holy magic. The beast cringed, squinting its many eyes at the light the God held, backing away cautiously. It seemed to damage it somehow, even if just partially.

The Hero used what energy she could to lift her arm off the ground, reaching out to her closest confidant, body shaking violently. She would be a corpse in a matter of seconds if they didn’t make haste.

The God extended their hand to hers, and the Holy light floated over to her, nearing her dying hand.

Once it contacted her flesh, something truly miraculous happened.

Her entire body was enveloped in the Holy light the God expelled, causing her to glow with Purity. The beast flinched away, screeching in agony as the Holy magic scorched its impure skin.

Suddenly, her energy and life had returned, and she was beginning to float.

She… she couldn’t move.

A sharp sense of pain shot through her entire being, her vessel and Soul alike writhing as it transformed into something far greater than anything believed to be possible.

Her new form, encased fully in bright white and pink flames, shimmered and glowed, causing the beast further agony. It screamed, its skin beginning to sizzle and smoke as the Holy magic surrounding the area began slowly burning it away.

Her six wings flapped and she flew into the air gracefully, floating above the beast, absolute Purity destroying it piece by piece. It continued making its wretched sounds and it slowly died, and the Hero simply watched it happen.

She floated idle until the beast made a last-stand attempt to impale her with its blades. She teleported away quickly before it could damage her. Various Spears of the Heart formed above and around her as she prepared her counter attack. The beast again screeched at her Holy power devouring its very being. She sent the flurry of Pure weapons down into the beast’s body, deep red blood pouring out of each wound they made.

These Spears of the Heart were not as they were normally. They were fully charged with Purity and the raw power of the Hero’s soul itself, making them the greatest weapons to have ever been used.

Somehow, the beast survived the attack. It began to grow a ball of dark energy above itself, and the Hero sent more Spears of the Heart into its form, though it barely reacted. It was too focused on building this dark energy blast to care about the injuries it sustained. It had one mission, and one mission alone: destroy the Greatest Warrior in the Universe. It did not need to survive in the end.

The Hero brought out the beginnings of a similar attack, charged with Purity and the Holy magic of the Ykka themselves.

The two godlike beings threw their attacks at each other, light exploding from the collision between Pure and Evil. The beast shrieked in agony as the light hit its face, its war cry piercing the Universe itself — the nearby God covered their ears. Its unholy scream was painful and dangerous, threatening to corrupt them.

But, the Great Hero of Eternity prevailed.

Her Holy magic burst through the beast’s attack, blasting into its face and beginning to obliterate its body. It screamed louder, in more pain than anyone else could have ever experienced in their feeble mortal lives. The beast still fought, sending attacks of pure darkness wherever it possibly could. The Warrior did what none could ever imagine.

Out from her hand, a being of Absolute Purity emerged, charging at the impure being with ferocity unseen in millions upon millions of years. The Pure Being attacked, holding the beast still so that it could no longer counter the Holy Warrior in front of it.

The Holy Light enveloped the beast, it’s agonized screams filling the wasteland in which they battled. Soon enough, its body had dissipated, never to be seen again.

The Warrior collapsed onto the ground, Divinity having taken quite the toll on her body. She could no longer move. It was difficult to breathe,though her Soul Divinity purified the toxic air. She was in great amounts of pain, but she did not react. She was unable to, in this state of paralysis.

The Pure Being she summoned did not leave for another few moments. It turned to the God with a kind look in its eyes, and spoke. Oh, how glad it was to gaze upon The Great One’s face once again after so many millennia.

It then disappeared in a puff of smoke, sparks, and Holy lights, not saying another word as its essence returned to the Warrior whom summoned it.

It never spoke its name, but somehow, she knew.

Ynufouu.

Ah, so that is what occurred? The healer mused. She dost understand how dangerous such power is, correct?

Yes, she does. She was fully aware she had brought upon the Universe the power of the Ykka themselves, and she knew she was, by proxy, a threat due to her untamed magical abilities. Her newfound Divinity was not something she could ever control, and thus, she would not continue with it,

However, as she was prepared to be executed the next day, her heart beat rapidly in her chest. She was afraid. She did not want to die.

But nobody does, and her power was far too great for anyone to handle, even including The Great One themselves.

It had to happen, lest tragedy strike, and she returned as the new Ultima.

At dawn, she laid down on the slab of rock, eyes closed as she waited for the end.

The Yonna surrounding her began to chant their spells, starting the casting away of her life.

She felt nothing, but only momentarily. Soon, the Ykka brought their magic down upon her weakened form, bringing about unfathomable agony, much like what she imagined the beast had endured when she struck it down. She shrieked as the crystals began to encase her, though she did not resist. If she were meant to live, this spell would not be working.

Only a few agonized minutes later, she was fully crystallized. Her body now took on a shimmering, pink glow, signifying the completion of the ritual.

That meant… they were too late.

The Great One stood nearby, eyes wide and full of rage and grief as they stared at the scene in front of them.

Their closest friend was now a crystal. They had lost what meant everything to them.

This was the brutal end of the Great Eterna Hero.

What an unfortunate event. She saved the Multiverse, and willingly let herself die just a month later.

Such is the way of lives as ancient as hers.

How will her dear friend fare after her untimely demise? I wonder.

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goblinbugthing · 1 year

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Righteous Anger — Kirby AU oneshot (plus some canon lore)

(What would’ve happened had Galacta Knight survived the attempted crystallization?)

(Note: While some specific information is canonical, the story itself is not.)

He shuddered. Parts of crystalline soul were stuck to his horns, face, and shoulder. It hurt like hell.

But, he was alive. He was breathing. He wasn’t trapped.

The attempt to crystallize him had failed.

Now, he wasn’t typically a violent person, despite his heritage as a Warrior of the Stars, but by Yacho’o herself, he was not going to let this go without bloodshed. Thankfully, the Laws of Ykka will allow that.

He slowly began to stand. The ensemble stared in shock. Yama growled. “What are you doing, Yonna?! Keep chanting!” she hissed, and the Yonna did as she commanded — they were in no place to deny the High Priestess of Ykka.

Though, they were cut off once again by Galacta Knight’s voice.

“Yama,” he spoke, his tone calm but dripping with rage. “What in the stars do you think you’re doing?” The feathers of his wings puffed up, and his eyes narrowed behind his mask. “Punishing you. You know full well that Soul Crystallization is a forbidden practice, and yet, you still used it. This is simply protocol.”

“Like hell it is,” Galacta barked back. “‘Protocol’? You justify needless murder and call it ‘protocol’, just because I used the magic I was born with?” Yama didn’t respond. This was not going according to plan.

“Alright. Time for Plan B,” she thought, raising her hands in front of her. “Galacta Knight,” she said. Fire began to glow at her fingertips. “You are not to disobey the High Priestess.” “If you fire that, you’ll destroy the Altar,” he responded. “Not a single soul is allowed to even slightly damage it, let alone break it. That especially applies to you, the High Priestess. Unless you want the Divine to smite you, I suggest you lower your hands.” Despite the warnings, Yama stood her ground. Her magic grew brighter, blue flames engulfing her hands. “Galacta Knight, any disobedience of the High Priestess is disobedience of the Ykka, and will not be tolerated by any means,” she hissed. Even behind her veil and hood, Galacta could tell she was bearing her teeth.

“Mhm. And you’re attempting to justify the murder of an innocent person by using Ykkan laws. That is disobedience of the Ykka, and will not be tolerated by any means.”

Yama growled. She knew he was right — she was breaking multiple rules by doing this, but she wanted that star-burning prick dead, and she was willing to do just about anything to ensure she got what she wanted. Her tail and horns began to spark. Any more teases from this bastard, and she would kill him. “Yama, you’re losing your temper — relax,” Galacta Knight said, his tone off; something no one ever heard from him before. “Or don’t. Maybe show your subjects your true personality instead of hiding behind the guise of calmness every waking moment.”

Alright. That was the last straw. Yama’s horns and tail fully set ablaze, and she shot the fireball in her hands directly at Galacta Knight’s heart. Nonchalantly, he opened a rift in front of him, successfully blocking the attack. “Lady Yama, please relax—“ Auberon Knight said from behind her. “You’ll destroy the Holy Altar if you’re not careful!” “Silence, Auberon,” she said through her teeth. Fire grew in her hands once more. Galacta summoned his lance. “Yama,” he began, voice as soft as ever. “By the Law of Ykka, warriors are to dispose of criminal Priests and Priestesses. You, by attempting to crystallize an innocent person and justifying it with lies and loopholes, have committed four crimes against the Ykka. Dishonesty, attempted murder, abusing your power as High Priestess, and leading the masses down paths of falsehoods...” Yama’s eyes narrowed further. Galacta did the same, and took a fighting stance. “You are to be disposed of. Do not resist.”

With that finishing statement, he dove at Yama, jabbing his lance into her chest. He was too quick. She had no time to react. Before she knew it, she was on the ground, blood pouring out of the fresh wound.

Screams erupted from the crowd. Auberon remained still and silent. “W-what—“ they whispered, nothing short of terrified. “Auberon Knight,” Galacta said, turning to look at his old apprentice and friend. “Unfortunately for me, I cannot kill you. You get to live. Though, if you dare forget this day, this hour, this moment, you will regret it.” He turned to the ensemble of terrified dragons, his lance dripping with the deep red blood. “Hear my words. Heed my warning, Yonna. Keep this day within your memory. The Laws of Ykka are not to be defied — we all know very well. So follow them, lest you crave a pierced heart, like hers.”

All remained silent. None spoke a word. Galacta Knight looked to one girl, stood nearby the Altar. “Heoka,” he said. She jumped at the sudden mention of her name. “Would you clean this up for me, please? If you do not mind.” “Y-yes sir!” she said, her voice shaking. She bowed, and then ran to the sleeping quarters to retrieve the necessary equipment. Galacta inhaled deeply, calming himself down. The adrenaline rush he got from his near-death experience as well as the disposal of Yama was far too much for him. He looked to the rest of the crowd, flexing his wings slightly. “The rest of you, prepare the cemetery for Yama’s burial, or assist Heoka in cleaning up. I will take my leave,” he said, turning on his heel after he finished, walking off to his own quarters.

Hara sat on her bed, holding her son gently in her arms. They were both startled by screaming earlier, waking the young boy from his dreams. She hummed quietly, lulling him back to sleep. It helped calm her as well — focusing on the tune and rhythm gave her a distraction from whatever may have happened out there.

There was soon a quiet rapping on the door, a knock Hara recognized as Galacta’s. “Come in,” she said softly, just loud enough for him to hear through the door, but not to the point it would disturb the sleeping Kirby. He carefully opened the door, closing it behind him when he entered. “I heard screaming out there, is everything alright?” Hara asked. Although he was the most powerful Star Warrior in the galaxy, she was still concerned for his safety. She cared about him, quite a bit as well.

“Ah… well, not everything,” he responded. “Yama tried to crystallize me. Star-forsaken fool.” “She what?!” Hara shouted, accidentally disturbing her sleeping son. “Oh, apologies, sweetheart…” “Indeed. She tried, and failed. Lucky me.” “Please tell me you did something about that,” Hara said worriedly, looking towards him and gasping at his condition. “O-oh my stars, what happened to you?!”

He was still partially crystallized, his left horn completely covered in pink crystal, the left side of his face having small gems embedded in his skin. His left shoulder was also damaged, and he was covered in blood. “Like I said, attempted Soul Crystallization,” he said, much too relaxed for someone in his current situation. “I know that, but what— where in the world did the blood come from?! Did— were— what happened?!”

Galacta paused. He was going to have a fun time explaining this. “Well…” he began, choosing his words carefully. “You remember Aiyu? The last High Priest?” “…Yes..?” He swallowed nervously. “I’m sure you know how he passed. Brutal disposal, since he broke the Laws of Ykka. That’s… that’s what happened to Yama.” Hara blinked. “You—?” “Yes. I did. Don’t worry, Hara, none of the blood is mine. Aside from the crystals, I am uninjured.”

Hara stood, quickly walking over to him and fell into his arms. “Oh, thank Yshii you’re alright…” she sighed, burying her face in his hair. He hugged back, although reluctantly. “Hara, careful— I don’t want to get blood on you two!” he chuckled. He was just glad she wasn’t upset — violence was a bit of a subject for Hara. She’d never been a fan of it.

After a few moments of reveling in his touch, Hara backed away with a smile. “Go clean yourself up, dear. I’ll get you a change of clothes,” she said. He nodded. “Thank you, Candy. Make sure Kirby gets to sleep, ‘kay?” “Mhm.”

I had an idea, and it just so happened that it was perfect for a sudden lore drop.

Earlier today, I posted wondering what would happen if Galacta hadn’t been crystallized. Since I had time, I wrote a oneshot of it. It’s not canon — in the actual story, Galacta Knight was successfully crystallized, Hara was exiled, and Kirby was sent off in a Starship. This is a “what if” scenario, not canon to my AU.

Anyway, enjoy your yummy tasty lore and information :}

Questions are welcome and appreciated!!!! I love getting asks and rambling about my stories :}}}}

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