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autisticcassandracain · 2 years

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I feel like being a hater real quick so bear with me. A defense I sometimes see for Tom King's Mister Miracle is that most people who read it probably don't know much about Mister Miracle or the Fourth World as a whole, so they don't see the major flaws in it. Like if you don't know Orion you don't know King massacres his character. If you haven't read the original New Gods series you can't be mad about the way King deforms its anti-war messaging or misconstrues Highfather's character. You can't be mad about the way the Forever People are uncerimoniously killed off screen if you don't know who they are. You can't see just how far King deviates thematically from every other Mister Miracle series if you've never read them. So the argument is that Tom King's Mister Miracle is good, provided you don't know anything about the characters or world, which is where all the praise for the series comes from.

But. And I'm sorry in advance for sounding like a complete tool. It's not?? Like even without any prior knowledge of the source material, King's Mister Miracle is mediocre at best.

King's Mister Miracle hinges on the shock factor its brutal scenes and heavy subject matter has. Yes, it's good at portraying horrific scenes in visceral detail - it opens with a graphic suicide attempt that is undoubtedly shocking, its portrayal of mental health issues and trauma is visceral, its scenes of warfare and torture horrific. But being shocking, visceral, and horrific does not make you interesting. It does not make you good.

Because beneath the graphic gore, the thematic core of the series is childish. King's understanding of the philosophies and ethics he discusses is rudimentary at best. The series has nothing interesting to say about the ethics of war - or at least, nothing that other works of literarure haven't said in far more interesting ways.

Its treatment of utilitarianism specifically really sticks in my mind. The question of idealism vs utilitarianism is discussed, but never on a level deeper than you can find on Wikipedia. It is treated as a flat conflict of ideologies; Highfather, on the side of utilitarianism, sacrificing Scott to Darkseid, vs Scott, on the side of idealism, refusing to do so and escaping the trap.

But that is a fundamental simplification of the actual events portrayed in Kirby's New Gods, where Highfather, far from a utilitarian, was actually fueled by a deeply held ideal. His decision to give up Scott wasn't a 'the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few' situation - 'the greater good' never comes up. It was Highfather sacrificing all he had left - the son of his wife, for whose sake he'd started this war to begin with - for what he believed in: peace. He only became Highfather once he achieved this ideal, the belief in peace, the belief that war must not last forever. He did not sacrifice Scott in a game of numbers; he did not calculate that the happiness of one was outweighed by the happiness of thousands, millions even. It wasn't about the numbers. It was about the ideal.

And when you actually came down to it, it wasn't even, truly, a sacrifice: it was a trade. A trade of two sons. For Highfather, this was a sacrifice that it wasn't for Darkseid, but this wasn't Agamemnon leading Iphigenia to the slaughter by will of the gods; as he traded Scott into hell, Highfather saved another, gave Orion the chance at a good life that he never could've gotten on Apokolips. He gave Orion the choice to be good, and Orion took it.

Does that mean Scott's trade was justified? Does that mean that the ideal of peace - achieved for a time and instilled in a young soul who never would've encountered it otherwise - was worth it? Was Scott's trade a moral one? Maybe! All Kirby's book tells you is that war cannot go on forever. How to approach that is up to you.

None of that is anything you'd think of if King's Mister Miracle was your first foray into the Fourth World. But these layers of complexity are completely absent from King's Mister Miracle. There is a right choice in King's world, unambiguously, and it wasn't trading Jacob. The topic of utilitarianism is discussed with a random cashier who spouts a textbook definition, and the book doesn't dig futher, delve into the difference between utilitarianism and consequentialism, for example. Jacob wouldn't have been traded for another life, another young soul, but for a weapon. King's Mister Miracle does not engage with the true complexities of ethics here; it simply has Scott escape the trade, winning unamiguously, but the war continues, as it always will. Even the world's greatest escape artist can't escape from the neverending war.

Jacob's trade was not justified. The war will never end. These are unambiguous truths in King's Mister Miracle.

I know jack shit about ethics. I am almost positive my definition of idealism here is wrong or, at the very least, oversimplified. The extent of my knowledge lies in my fucking high school ethics class.

I am still not exaggerating when I say said high school course on war ethics still provided more depth than King's Mister Miracle. My high school essay provided more depth. King's Mister Miracle waxes poetically about the complexities of war while showing extremely black and white views on ethics, its moral quandries having obvious correct answers the narrative goes out of its way to facilitate.

In King's Mister Miracle, you can never win the war, but you can, somehow, fight it ethically. Negotiations are doomed to fail. Peace will never last. War is hell, a string of violent injuries, torture, and depravity. But the ethical questions have a right and a wrong answer. You can't win at war, but you can win at ethics.

In King's Mister Miracle, nothing in war is good, but, simultaneously, its ethics are black and white. It's an edgy teenager's view of war. Or, perhaps more accurately: a CIA agent's.

#My posts #Fourth world #Infodumping #Scott free #Orion #Highfather #Also just imagine a 'dni if you disagree with me' banner on this post #I do not care to discuss tom king's mister miracle. Im interested in dunking on it #Is that unfair? Yes #Do i care? No

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aristoltekitsune · 8 months

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Sketches of characters from various tmnt and rottmnt aus with various types of flowers. I will try to outline and color them later.

After sketching some of the tmnt idw characters I decided to do some practice sketches of flowers, this then lead me to sketch some of my favorite characters from various aus from rottmnt and tmnt in general. I also created a original character in the process.

The first sketch is @coffinpal / @0ddbugs tang shen who is responsible of taking care of the turtles do to the death of yoshi. For the flowers I reference one of her comics, where she was overwhelmed after the fact that couldn’t find her yoshi.

The second sketch is @darth-sonny Kirby. In Prime Leo, they are Leo’s child, they are very shy and is good kid that is going through a lot as of late .I also sketched an character that made up on the spot, his name is hiroshi who is a sibling to Kirby, which and isn’t official canon in the au and a character that I may use later down the line in a separate au from prime leo . For the flowers I referenced the Floriography book from Jessica Roux, which is a bouquet for new beginnings which includes: Lilacs, baby’s breath, wheat, daisies and crocus.

The third sketch is @somerandomdudelmao Donatello. In cass apocalyptic series, it explores the timeline of events where Casey endure the losses and pain of his New York 2044. In the au Donnie plays one of the major roles of keeping the resistance tech afloat while dealing with the physical ramifications. The flower that I used for that sketch is the heathers.

The fourth sketch is @daedelweiss Leonardo. In Life mission, Leo is the only child that splinter was able to save and he makes it his mission to save and reunite with his brothers. The flowers that were used are cosmos.

The fifth and last sketch is @68spidey Raphael. I’m not to sure what the full story of it but I believe it is a mixture of the timeline of the tmnt 2012 series and the original movies. The flower that I used are chrysanthemums.

Anyway I’m apologize on for having some of the summaries being this long, but I hope that you will check out some of the aus and other content that these creators make. I will probably make a poll later for which one of the sketches I might color and outline separately.

But all in all I hope that everyone is doing great and I to everyone to have a good day.

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sketchy-sketches · 5 months

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AAHH SORRY ABOUT LATE POST

Chapter 3 is done, and just a reminder that 1. Im a novice writer, and 2. This is first draft. You all have been nothing but nice but just a reminder <3 anyway here is the next chapter.

Chapter 3:

Plan

Paul unlocked his door and walked inside. He immediately removed his shoes and button-up. He walked through his entryway hall and to his living room. He fell back onto the couch, exhaling heavily as he did. He took out his wallet and looked at the picture of Eric he keeps inside the pocket, he frowned at the thought of where he was. The phone rang, Paul stood up and put his wallet back in his back pocket. Picking up the phone Paul greeted the person on the line.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Kirby? This is Mr. Walker again from the US embassy”

“What is the news this time.” Paul said with a irritated huff

“I’m sorry to inform you but we will no longer be searching for your son, he is gone Mr.kirby.”

“What do you mean? It’s only been a week since you last called and you are already quitting the search? Eric is missing, he is my son!”

“Sir, he’s been gone for 9 weeks now, I believe it's time you accept he is dead, and we can no longer pursue a missing persons case with almost no leads. All we know is he went parasailing in the pacific ocean, only nearby landmass is restricted to everyone, including us. There is nothing we can do Mr. Kirby” hearing this, Paul fell to his knees.

“Please, Mr. Walker, I’m begging you, just one more month looking for my son, one week, one day, anything! Just please don’t stop the search, I’m begging you.” Tears formed on his face, his hands shaking. Paul is trying desperately to convince Mr. Walker to continue looking for Eric.

“I’m sorry Mr. Kirby, there is nothing we can do. I hope you find peace, and I hope you heal. Goodbye Mr. Kirby.” With nothing but dial tone left coming from the phone, Paul froze, dropping the phone from his hands. Putting one hand on the ground, and the other clutching his heart, Paul broke. He felt such pain in his chest, he was breathing heavily, tears pooled on the ground, as Paul yelled in desperation.

The next morning Paul woke up and got out of his bed, and walked to his kitchen and checked the calendar. He groaned when he realized his store was closed for today. He went to his coffee pot and poured a large cup, and sat at his kitchen table. Sipping his coffee he began thinking about what he was going to do, he still couldn’t accept Eric was dead until he saw it for himself. Then he realized, that’s exactly what he needed to do, he would go out and look for Eric himself, but how? He needed someone who could fly, someone he could pay to help him look, and someone who knew the island they were going to.

Paul went into Eric’s old room to see if he could find anything about the island he went to go see. Eric's room here was quite bland, since he was only here every other weekend. Only a bed, a desk, 2 posters and a bookshelf. Paul knelt down to look at the books on his bookshelf.

“This kid and his dinosaurs.” Paul shook his head and smiled. Every single book on the shelf was about dinosaurs, except one. “Isla nublar mysteries” written by Dr. Alan Grant. was this the island that Eric went to? Paul remembered it was “isla” something, and if Dr. Grant has been there, he was Paul’s best chance at finding Eric. Now all he needed was to hire a mercenary team that has access to the island.

Paul went to his computer to begin looking for some kind of team, but when he started his search he realized hiring mercenaries is a crime. Paul took a deep breath and made his way deeper into the web, finding a team of seven, for 2,100 US dollars a day. Paul clicked on the link and contacted the lead. Next was to get one last person, Amanda, Eric’s mom. He figured it wouldn’t be right to not bring her along unless she didn’t want to. Paul picked up his phone, and dialed her number.

Paul sat in the booth at the diner, and fiddled his thumbs, as the waitress walked to him. She was wearing a blue striped uniform with a black apron and her long dark hair tied in a ponytail. “Anything I can get you hun?” She asked kindly

“Coffee please, black” he said with a half hearted smile.

“Alrighty, it should be out in five or so minutes, gotta brew a fresh pot” she smiled as she turned and quickly walked away. Paul scanned the diner, looking to see if Amanda was already here. He saw an older couple eating what looked like French toast, he noticed a mother and her young daughter, and a family of three, a mother, a father, and a son around Eric’s age. He got a sink in his heart, an instant wave of anger, sadness and jealousy washed over him. He shook off the feeling and tapped his foot anxiously.

Amanda walked into the diner and began scanning for Paul. She noticed him sitting in the far corner booth and she began walking towards him.

“Hi Paul” she greeted him with a smile.

“Hey.”

“Why did you call me here, is this about Eric? Did they find him?” Amanda asked

“Sadly no, I got a call from the embassy yesterday and they said that they are giving up searching.” Paul said emptily, “but I have an idea, since the embassy wont find our son, we will.”

“Paul, that’s insane. All we know is that he went missing near an island that is restricted to the public, we can’t do that.” Amanda exclaimed. “Plus how would we even know how to get around on the island.”

“I’ve hired a team to fly us and help us search the island, they can track Eric if he’s there, they said they have access to the island so we aren’t breaking any laws.” Paul said enthusiastically

“Has anyone in that team been on the island before?”

“No, but I think we can get someone who has, there was a man who wrote a book about isla sorna I believe, he said he was there. If we can get him, there is our guide.”

“I-“ Amanda stuttered “how do we get him to go?”

“If we tell him that we want to take a trip there and pay him enough he is guaranteed to go, money and a good story can buy anything sadly.” Paul said. “I know its wrong, but I would do anything for Eric, and I need you to go with me. Are you in?”

“For I would walk to hell and back for Eric” Amanda spoke confidently, confidence neither Paul or her had seen in a while.

“Ill call the team and let them know, do you want any food while we are her? Ill buy.” Paul smiled at her agreement, showing true happiness for the first time in months.

After meeting with Paul, Amanda went home to do chores and clean up her home. Cleaning has been her way of distracting herself from everything going on. Her house has been spotless for the last 9 weeks, she cleans everything everyday, whether she needs to or not. But today she didn’t, though she planned on cleaning, she sat down and started to relax, knowing that she was going to be the one searching for Eric calmed her. Amanda's shoulders loosened as she sat down, Amanda had always felt comfort in control, she loved planning, she loved leading. That’s why she had left Paul, he would always break household rules, like giving Eric soda before bed, or not wiping his feet. She didn’t like how wild spirited he was, how he wasn’t orderly.

Amanda began tapping her leg, and looking around at her home. She yawned and decided to stay busy while she relaxed, so she went into Eric’s room to grab one of the puzzles he keeps on his desk. One in particular caught her eye, it was a dinosaur puzzle, with a large dinosaur that had a crocodile-like head and a large fin on its back. She grabbed the puzzle and brought it to the living room table to begin working on it.

#tumblr fyp #i like dinosaurs #novice writer #dinosaurs #horror #jurassic park #writers on tumblr #jp au #jurassic au #jurassic park 3 #my au #original writing

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chuthulhu-reads · 10 months

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[ID: The Josh Kirby cover of Small Gods by Terry Pratchett. It depicts Brutha, a naked monk with a tonsure haircut and a loincloth, strapped to the back of a large metal turtle with a concerned expression. Smoke is billowing from around the turtle, which is being heated by a brazier underneath. This is being looked over by Vorbis, a tall, bald man in a brown robe with a hooked nose, clawed fingernails and pitch-blank eyes. Several other monks in hooked brown robes are gathered around, including a member of the Quisition in a face-concealing, pointed red hood. Above them, an eagle is swooping down with a tortoise held in its claws. A large hand is reaching across the sky in the background and appears to be producing bolts of lightning. It's a Josh Kidby cover, so it's extremely chaotic and there are probably details I'm missing. End ID.]

Holiday reads! I decided to re-read Small Gods because I haven't read it in years and it's one of the first Discworld books I can remember feeling rewiring my brain as I read it. It involves the Great God Om, regularly referenced in other Discworld books, finding himself trapped in the form of a small one-eyed tortoise because, in all the great and vast and strict nation of Omnia, there's only one person who actually believes in Om rather than just believing in (or rather, being terrified of) the institution of Omnism. That last actual believer, Brutha, has just become a tool of the powerful and devout bishop Vorbis in a plot regarding their neighbouring nation of Ephebe, and has to navigate the edges of a war while figuring out how to get people to actually believe in Om again.

And it all meant this: that there are hardly any excesses of the most crazed psychopath that cannot easily be duplicated by a normal, kindly family man who just comes in to work every day and has a job to do.

Like when I first read this, I was in my early-teens, annoying-militant-athiest, Richard-Dawkins-quoting, taking-out-personal-Christian-based-trauma-and-frustration-by-calling-religious-people-sheep stage, and this definitely redirected me. A lot of the book spends time going: religion can be part of a community and a culture, it can inspire and motivate and support people, but your major and dangerous problems start when a) folk are more devoted to the institution than the religion itself and b) folk figure out how to use religion, and the institutions around them, as tools of self-gain and self-deification. Also, gods need believers arguably more than believers need their gods, and a god that does nothing for their believers is worthless. And there's good eating on a tortoise.

He thought: the worst thing about Vorbis isn't that he's evil, but that he makes good people do evil. He turns people into things like himself.

Every time I reread a Discworld book, I notice something new, whether it's a pun I missed before or an entire new concept. For one, I straight-up never realized that Brutha being strapped to the metal turtle to be roasted to death is meant to evoke Big J on the Cross; it only really clicked for me this time when the local Dibbler mentioned that he'd been planning to sell necklaces with a little turtle pendent on them, but he'd probably have to take the little dying dude off of them first. Definitely lends a whole new meaning to Simony arguing that they should leave Brutha to die so that he can be a martyr, a symbol of Omnian tyranny, and Urn's response being essentially "what the actual fuck is wrong with you". The other thing that clicked in my brain is that Brutha is very autistic and that's how he revives his god, heals his nation, and averts a hundred years of war, thank you and goodnight.

Fear is a strange soil. Mainly it grows obedience like corn, which grows in rows and makes weeding easy. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.

#Discworld #Small Gods #fantasy

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borbology · 1 year

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I posted 339 times in 2022

That's 339 more posts than 2021!

117 posts created (35%)

222 posts reblogged (65%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@starlytenight

@das-a-kirby-blog

@borbology

@tibli

@the-cactus-taco

I tagged 280 of my posts in 2022

Only 17% of my posts had no tags

#meta knight - 125 posts

#kirby - 121 posts

#not my art - 83 posts

#dedede - 21 posts

#king dedede - 21 posts

#dark meta knight - 15 posts

#kirby anime - 14 posts

#stupid idea - 12 posts

#blade knight - 12 posts

#prompt - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#rather than traumatizing you by doing some horror movie stuff he's just like 'hey remember that time you peed yourself in 3rd grade?'

My Top Posts in 2022:

OUUGH HAMPTER

I also have two mini comics in production lol

Fun things about Frito. She calls Meta Knight "sword father" and for a while was certain that Kirby was actually just a big pink orb being navigated by a hamster inside.

The images compressed so please click them or open them in new tabs for a better view.

223 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

sometimes he likes to chill too

(edit: he is reading "the book of three" by lloyd alexander ☺)

243 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

More shenanigans

I spent way longer on this than I should have 🙃 As always, click for better resolution.

And no worries, Frito's little sword is made only of popsicle sticks -- it can't hurt her (she might chew it, though)

EDIT! haha nobody could decipher it! Blade is actually saying "hold on is she really!?" and "ah she got the sword!" (followed by actual crying). Indeed they have been waiting for this moment ever since they made her that little sword ◕‿◕

317 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

guys i can't believe i made the hamster an oc ;_; she has lore now

340 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Does anyone have an idea on what this area↓ in Meta Knight's room is? (I may or may not be working on a map :x)

Also I can't find another view of this wall -- what is that, a cuckoo clock?? ↓

🤔

501 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

Huh. Neat.

Thank you to everybody who showed your support!

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #my 2022 tumblr year in review #im one of my own rebloggers haha embarrassing #and whats this i hear about gifts? what is the legend of the tumblr crabs?#i like crabs #its totally because of hnkfansubs that i got that many notes on the 1 post #they dropped some sick concept art in a rb of it

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oldshowbiz · 2 years

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The famous Canadian author Pierre Berton appeared on the Tonight Show starring Johnny Carson on June 15, 1967.

At the time, he was hosting The Pierre Berton Show, a nightly, erudite, talk show on CBC Television - produced by Screen Gems.

On this appearance, Berton was promoting his new book The Comfortable Pew.

Johnny Carson: This next gentleman is well known throughout Canada and I’m sure by a good number of people in this country. He conducts a nightly show for the Canadian Broadcasting Company. He’s also a fine reporter and a most respected journalist. They say in Canada, if a book sells about five thousand copies - it’s a pretty good sale. And if they sell, like, ten thousand copies - that is phenomenal. This book by Pierre Berton has sold over 150,000 copies. It’s called The Comfortable Pew. And it’s considered probably one of the most controversial books ever published in Canada. It’s fascinating reading and whatever your views happen to be on religion whether you’re devoutly religious or even an atheist… I think you’ll find this interesting reading. Would you welcome, Mr. Pierre Berton.

[Audience applause. Berton shakes hands with panelists Norm Crosby and George Kirby and sits down].

Johnny Carson: Pierre, it’s good to see you again.

Pierre Berton: Yes, nice to see you.

Johnny Carson: How’s your nightly show going up in Canada?

Pierre Berton: It started tonight. I’m almost opposite myself.

Johnny Carson: Is that right? You asked me if I would like to visit you sometime. I would be delighted.

Pierre Berton: Can I announce it to my Canadian viewers now that Johnny Carson will be on my show this year sometime?

Johnny Carson: I would be delighted to drop up and spend a night [in Toronto].

Carson and Berton then get into a discussion about religious freedom.

Johnny Carson: Do you feel that there’s an actual... They say this country has freedom of religion – and certainly Canada... And yet there are a lot of people who say, well, you have freedom of religion, but if you profess any other religion in this country outside of say, being a Catholic, or Jewish, or Protestant … then you’re practically ostracized. If somebody said I do not choose to believe or I am an atheist, well, all of a sudden they have all of the people who practically run them out of town. And all they say is, ‘I choose not to believe!’

Pierre Berton: Yeah.

Johnny Carson: So, there is the freedom there, but you would have to pay for that particular type of freedom in this country... Wouldn’t you?

Pierre Berton: I think it’s very tough to be an atheist in this country or in my country.

#pierre berton #Johnny Carson #talk shows #tonight show #toronto #canada #Canadian #CBC #rare television

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jimsmovieworld · 2 years

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SCREAM 4- 2011 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ten years after the last killings, Sydney is back in Woodsboro to promote her new book "Out of Darkness". At the same time, new ghosts with faces are in town and trying to be the first people to successfully murder her.

Absolutely love the opening to Scream 4. Its either my second favourite or joint second favourite opening. Love the constant fake outs that turn out to be another Stab movie... until it isnt. Kristen Bell and Anna Paquin together cameos i love. Also finding out how the stab franchise has gone off the rails while simultaneously mocking modern horror and torture porn films was class.

Like a lot of the new characters, particularly fan favourite Kirby. Its hard not to appreciate a hot lady with great horror trivia knowledge.

Ghostface is so much more brutal here than in the previous movie. Olivias death scene was absolutely horrific.

Really loved Jill (Emma Roberts). She goes from sweet and innocent to insane in a few seconds and is believable at both.

Shoutout to annoying but amusing Deputy Judy Hicks who is also positioned as possible suspect due to her creepy hallway talk with Syd.

The one scene where an unseen person shouts "just like your mother Sydney!" from the crowd makes me cry with laughter. So unnecessary.

Remember seeing Scream 4 over and over again in cinema when it came out.

The final film directed by Wes Craven. I think its great he went out on a high. Love Scream 4.

One of my favourite movies.

#scream #scream 4 #movie #film #movie review #horror review #horror #slasher #woodsboro #wes craven #kevin williamson #neve campbell

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sortanonymous · 4 months

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Meta Knightmare Stuff: Sectonia and Taranza being Pikiria's adoptive parents (Pirka from the books but renamed and a completely different character)

There are a number of crazy things in my Meta Knightmare AU/fanfic series that I feel like spotlighting in the future, but this is one of them highest up. It will be a bit of a long one so I'll put in "keep reading", but first I'd like to mention that the early portion where she is taken in up to first being presented to the people is shown in more detail (albiet just as a glorified outline) in my one-shot, Our Little Miracle. But now on with it.

So just for a tiny bit of background on this series' version of the Spydeairs, by the spring of 1992 MSK (so basically right around Dream Land 1's events), Sectonia, originally named Joronia VI, had recently been crowned queen of Floralia after her all-around terrible mother died, renamed herself Sectonia in large part to distance herself from her crappy foremothers, and married her lifelong best friend Taranza, who was the newest in the bloodline of top royal puppeteer-bodyguards and also the only other Spydeair known to exist in the universe. The two of them were in a great and loving marriage from day one (even if absolutely everyone including Taranza himself knew he wasn't good enough at king stuff to do much as the king and that Sectonia was more than able to do it all herself). However, they were also crushed to find out that they were unable to have biological children, and it seemed like their dream of raising a child together was in ashes.

Then in the spring of 1992 MSK, on the night of Sectonia's 23rd birthday, the couple were in their royal garden when a precious newborn baby Fairie, who was born that very day, floated down from nowhere into the center of the garden bundled up in blankets. Neither of them knew where this baby Fairie had come from (the Fairie is a species loosely related to the Spydeair that I actually don't think includes any of the other fairies in Kirby), but both were immediately endeared to her and decided to take care of her until her parents could show up. They grew more and more attached to her over the next few weeks as her parents still wouldn't show up. Then one fateful evening, through some magic with bloodline detection and mind detection and some crap, they found out that her parents were dead, but she was now seeing them as her true family. After one last push by Lily (top member of the People of the Sky), they finally decided to embrace the baby and the emotions were immediately flowing. Taranza couldn't believe he was now gonna be a dad while Sectonia, with the memory how bad her own mother was as both a ruler and a parent still fresh in her mind, promised to the baby that she would give her what she never had and been the greatest mother she could possibly be, before naming the baby "Pikiria". After a brief period of hesitation, the couple then presented Pikiria to the people as the new Princess of Floralia, destined to be the region's seventh queen and first non-Spydeair ruler, although Sectonia, who was already reducing the monarchy's control partially out of guilt over her ancestors, was committed to making her daughter's royal training as gentle and caring as she could after how her own mother had put her well-being last in service of raising an heir. Then to celebrate the arrival of their great little miracle, they planted in the center for the first time ever by planting a tiny Miracle Fruit and growing an immortal, beautiful plant related to the Dreamstalk (don't press me on the details of these seeds, they're a mess). And now for after that one-shot and the stuff that happens between it and the events of Meta Knightmare II: The Insane Following Stuff. (Note: a lot of what follows is more or less copy-pasted from a comment of all things that I wrote back in August detailing some of this stuff.)

From there was when they realized that raising a newborn of a species they didn't fully understand while being the newly-married, recently-crowned rulers of a whole country was about as easy as it sounds. Ultimately it was an especially hectic time early on as they both tried to balance out time ruling the country and taking care of Pikiria. Mostly though Sectonia focused a bit more on ruling simply because she was a lot better at that than Taranza, who was quickly okay with always being Sectonia's loving husband who just so happened to be king as a result. Taranza focused on talking care of Piki (his nickname for her) and was able to do very well at that, but while she loved him and his cool tricks and stuff (he was from the top family of entertainers after all), he was at times just a tad too protective and limiting for her liking. Pikiria as a kid did know to take some things seriously, but was also rather childish and tended to act like she was above her age when she really wasn't. She didn't mind being taught princess and royalty things, though that was simply because it felt cool to her. But she was easily most fond of her mother, who still had a lot of quality time with her. Pikiria was just allowed to do more of what she wanted by Sectonia (though still of course just enough discipline) and she also adored watching her swordfighting skills with her rapiers in awe, not to mention she loved playing and handling things in the garden. Sectonia was definitely the cool parent of the two. As I mentioned earlier, Sectonia felt especially determined to give her daughter the best childhood she could give her because of how her own mother had shoved her through learning to be a royal, put her future as queen over her well-being, and was just in general a lousy mother and queen. All that made Sectonia truly want to give Pikiria the life she never had.

Pikiria was told at a pretty young age that she was adopted and that there was pretty much no way to ever know where she was from, but while she was often curious about where her origins were, she was more than okay with being adopted considering how good her circumstances were. Sectonia and Taranza themselves truly felt like their daughter was their own flesh and blood (who happened to be able to fly way faster than them even if she was scared of using it and crashing into things), and were hoping to be there to help her through as much of her life as they could. But one day when she was about 8-ish, Sectonia was researching the Fairie species when she discovered that, without exception, every Fairie under Pikiria's breed (aka maybe not the Ripple Star ones) would be forced to go to a nearly 10-year training on Skyhigh (at the moment) to find their future and calling in life on their 12th birthday, with only one 24-hour break allowed in the middle. Heartbroken by that discovery, it was hard enough for Sectonia to tell Taranza about this, and while they tried vaguely telling Pikiria that something like this would happen around her 12th birthday, they really skimped out on most of the details. That said however, they still had a few great years left to raise her through childhood and were ready to make every moment the best that they could make it.

But even so, nothing could prepare them for the day it happened, although that's a story for another day, specifically one that picks up right by the Amazing Mirror arc in Meta Knightmare II, which you can see the start of, or at least the first appearance of this royal family in the story, right here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47283715/chapters/120792469

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nuttynutcycle · 3 years

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I just discovered your blog, and I'm in LOVE with your writing! I'm completely obsessed with Familiar, so if it's not to much to ask, could you write a continuation? Thank you so much, your snippets and prompts are greatly appreciated!!

Familiar - Pt 2

First part here

On a scale of one to ten, this was either a -2 or a 12 on the good idea scale. Hero double-checked the address Villain had sent her before looking back at the tiny house. The paint was peeling, steps were rotting and that roof was definitely of the leaking sort. Somehow, she had expected Villain to live on the rich side of town.

When he had invited her over to work on their assignment, her thoughts had been torn between screaming trap and find some evidence. The second side won. If there wasn’t anything in there to prove who Villain really was… Well, she’d have to find another way of getting proof to show the authorities. She knocked and noted the cracked windows to her side. After a few seconds, Villain opened the door.

“Hey, I’m glad you could make it. Come on in.” He led her down the musty hall towards a suspiciously normal bedroom. “Thanks again for making the trek all the way over here. My mom hasn’t been doing too well recently, and I’m trying not to leave her alone for too long.”

“Of course, I get it.” Hero let her eyes trail over the spartan room. The only furniture was a bed and two chairs beside a fold-up table covered with books and scribblers. Funny, the number of times Villain escaped from her with stolen cash made her think he’d at least have better furniture. Or a safe to put the money in. Maybe it was hiding in the closet? Although in this neighbourhood, keeping money lying around might not be the brightest idea. “It’s good that you’re taking care of her.”

He nodded, avoiding her gaze and moving his stuff from the table to the floor. “Hopefully, this next surgery will be the one that works.”

“Yeah, it’s tough watching people you love go through painful things. My sister has a heart problem right now, and it’s terrifying to watch her energy come and go.” Shut up! Stop telling him personal things. “Yeah.” She finished lamely.

Their gazes locked in understanding. Hero was the first to break away. “Ready to start the pain?”

They worked on the assignment in silence for a while. Honestly, there was probably a special punishment designed for whoever invented assignments over ten pages long. This just wasn’t fair. Hero sat back, running a hand through her hair. “I think this is karma's way of punishing me for not reading the textbook.”

His lips quirked. “There’s a textbook for this class? That would’ve been helpful to know at the start of the semester.”

“Want to know how tired I was at the beginning of the semester? I can’t even remember choosing my classes,” she pulled a hand down her face. “I think I just closed my eyes and pointed at the screen.”

“You could have been in differential calculus. Or worse, accounting.”

“Or Phys Ed. Did you know our university has a course devoted to badminton?”

Villain laughed. “What a racket. To think, I could have spent time swinging my arm around and gotten credit for it.”

“But then you’d be missing out on the glories of this assignment.”

“And a friend.”

Oh nope. Big nope. Wait, Hero reconsidered. Were they friends? They did chat after class and had studied a few times together, but that didn’t mean- wait. Huh. Time to deflect with awkward humour and process these feelings later. “I thought you saw me as a role model, but that’s cool too. I’ll just have to find a new lackey.”

“And here I thought you were friends with me for my brilliance and good looks.”

She felt her cheeks begin to burn. “Yep, it’s all for your looks. If you seduce our professor, then we don’t have to do this assignment anymore.”

Villain rubbed his chin. “I’ve never seduced a professor before. Would I have to wear a sweater vest?”

“And a tweed jacket. It’s the only way.” Her fingers twitched, and she was suddenly very aware of him. The light hitting his hair, the way his lips curled when he was amused… Bad, very bad. This is your official ABORT MISSION alert. Find some evidence on the dangerous criminal and get out of there. She cleared her throat. “I’m parched. Could I get some water?”

Villain nodded, standing and leaving the room. Hero leapt out of the chair the moment the door shut behind him. Her eyes latched on the only place one could hide anything in the sparse room - the closet. She yanked it open, feeling her heart speed up at the sound of Villain opening a cupboard in the kitchen and turning on the tap.

The closet was small and impressively dull. Clothes and boxes littered the tiny shelves, with no signs of the files or weapons she was looking for. A flap of a familiar fabric dangling from one of the top boxes caught her eye. Bingo. Hero gingerly reached to feel the consistency, making sure she wasn’t wrong before bringing the authorities in, and accidentally bumped an elbow against the side of the closet. The box plummeted from its precarious placement and met the ground with a thump. No! She scrambled to pick up the box and the spilled-out uniform when a movement behind made her pause.

Villain stood in the doorway, hand clenched around a glass of water. His eyes darted to the clothes on the ground. “What are you doing?” he asked quietly.

Hero’s throat went dry. She tightened her grip on the clothes and tried to look surprised. “S-something fell in your closet, so I opened it to check what it was.”

“Huh,” Villain said. “That’s unfortunate.”

He knelt, gently taking his outfit from her hands and placing it back in the box. “You weren’t supposed to see this.”

“Clearly.” Hero swallowed and prepared to run if he attacked. Worst case scenario, she had beat him before and could do it again. Theoretically. “I didn’t mean to-“

“I know.” A familiar calculation crept across his face, making her hands shake. Villain sat across from her and blocked the only exit, placing the cup of water between them. She felt trapped against the closet.

“You know, if this had happened a month ago, I would have killed you without a second thought,” he said mildly. “Guess you’re lucky.”

A horrifying reminder that she was not dealing with her awkward classmate anymore. “What are you going to do instead?”

Villain shrugged, seeming far too calm for the situation. “I don’t know yet. Talk, I guess?”

“I won’t tell anyone.” Hero said, lying through her teeth.

“Unfortunately, I’m too old to believe the promises of others so easily.” He trailed his fingers through the thin carpet, tracing patterns through the material. “Even yours. The stakes are just too high.”

“What’s even worth all the stealing and destruction?” she asked quietly. “Why do you do it? “

The fingers paused. “It started out as one job. My mom needed treatment, and we didn’t have the money to pay for it. Then one treatment turned into two.” He shook his head. “Before I knew it, I was on the city’s most-wanted list.”

Her shoulders tensed. “Will you stop when the treatments are finished?”

“There have been other benefits to criminal activity.” Villain ducked his head, cheeks turning pink. “Lots of amazing people to meet. I haven’t decided yet.”

She leaned against the wall beside the closet, feeling safer with something solid against her back. “I don’t know if meeting people through crime is worth a lifetime in jail.”

He gave a bitter laugh. “You’d be surprised.”

Hero picked up the forgotten water sitting between them and drank, if nothing else than for the excuse to avoid responding.

His fingers trailed larger patterns in the carpet. “I never wanted you to find out- this is one of the first friendships I’ve made since I started university. I don’t want to lose that. And I don’t want you getting hurt, but this does put me in a tight position. I won’t let you inform the authorities.”

Hero pressed her back further against the wall.

Villain took one look at her wide eyes and softened his tone. “Just don’t tell. If I get one inkling that you’re about to turn me in, then..." he sighed. "Please don’t make me choose between you and my mom.”

He would know it was her. Hero didn’t think she could after this. Or fight him, knowing it was for his mom’s medical bills. She pursed her lips, making a highly regrettable split-second decision. “Alright. But only on one condition: you stop once her treatments are done.”

He twitched. “I told you, I haven’t decided yet-”

“I’m making the decision for you.” She tried to sound more confident than she felt. "Deals are much easier to trust than promises.”

“No. I’d miss-” Villain stopped, clenching his jaw. “I can’t let certain people from that life go yet.”

Something clicked. The girl he liked was from his criminal life… Oh gosh, Hero probably knew her. The brunette villain from the southside? The redheaded weapons supplier? Stop getting distracted.

“I trust you. Give it up as soon as you can.” The words slipped out before she could stop them. “For me.” That was even worse. Was it possible to die from a foot in your mouth?

Villain relaxed his shoulders. “Yeah. It’s a deal.” He stuck out a hand and Hero grasped it, shaking firmly and ignoring the sinking feeling in her chest. So like, a 5 on the good idea scale.

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typical-simplelove · 3 years

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Enemies to lovers with Kirby please

A/n: I made this into another mini 3+1 because why not? This is kind of enemies to lovers, but also not really (sorry). Again, sorry for this request taking a while to get written; Kirby isn’t someone I periodically think about, so it was difficult to get the inspiration and ideas to write for him. Enjoy!

One

You were sitting in a coffee shop enjoying your day off; you were hoping to have the day to be able to just relax. Instead, however, your relaxing day off didn’t end up that way. You were sitting with your back to the counter and failed to notice and acknowledge the rowdy group behind you. You had your headphones in your ears listening to a podcast as you typed away on your computer. You were about to start a new paragraph when you jumped up from your chair and screamed. Someone spilled their very cold and very icy cold brew down your back.

“What the hell?” you say turning around. You look to see who the guilty party was and see a man who’s probably your age wearing a Chicago sweatshirt holding an empty cup.

“Look, I didn’t mean to,” he tells you. “I’m really sorry; I didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” you tell him. So much for an enjoyable and relaxing day.

“Kirby,” he tells you as you’re packing up your things.

“Mhm,” you say annoyed. You really didn’t care about him, and you didn’t care to know his name.

“And you are?” he asks in a cocky and teasing tone.

“A human being,” you answer annoyed.

“Yeah, I know that, but what’s your name?”

“A word.”

Kirby looks at you, and his eyes light up. He seems to think you’re making a game out of this, but you’re not. You’re wet, tired, and want to go home. “What word are you called by?”

“Can’t you catch on that I don’t really want to get to know you, and I’m not going to tell you my name?” you say annoyed.

“I gave you my name,” Kirby says to you with a raised eyebrow.

“That doesn’t mean I owe you anything,” you tell him accusingly.

He nods. “Yeah, I guess. Can I take you out for coffee then?”

Your head snaps up quickly and glared at Kirby. “What is wrong with you? Can’t you realize that I don’t want to talk to you or have anything to do with you?”

“Yeah, okay,” Kirby tells you. You were about to walk away from the table and out the door when Kirby made one last comment that made your blood boil. “Most girls find me irresistible, so I bet you’re going to be the same way soon.”

You roll your eyes and walk out the door. You hope you never see Kirby ever again.

Two

After the disaster of your day off in the coffee shop, you went to a park to try to have a better day. You sat on a picnic blanket while you read a book. It was a sunny day out, so you were squinting your eyes to see the pages.

All of a sudden, though, the sun was blocked out. You look up and groan when you see who it is.

“Pretty woman who I accidentally spilled coffee on,” Kirby says. He sits down next to you on your picnic blanket and you glare at him. “What?”

“Why are you sitting on my blanket, Kirby?” you spit out. “I didn’t invite you to sit with me.”

“Oh, hey! You remember my name! I still don’t have your name, by the way.”

“And you’re not getting it.”

“Come on, really?”

You don’t answer him; you just turn back to your book and ignore Kirby. You get to the end of the chapter when Kirby opens his mouth and speaks again.

“So, what’re you reading?” he asks.

“A book.”

Kirby rolls his eyes. “I can see that.”

“So, you can see visible things, but not the very obvious sign that I don’t want to have anything to do with you?”

“I can see that,” Kirby says as he stares out into the horizon.

“Then why are you still here?” you ask annoyed.

“Because I’m irresistible, and I’m giving you the opportunity to admit it.”

You suddenly stand up annoyed. “Keep the blanket; I don’t want it anymore.”

“Why not?” Kirby asks confused.

“Because it reminds me of how much I can’t stand you,” you tell Kirby and walk away. Irresistible? Yeah, you weren’t sure about that.

Three

“Well, well, well, look who it is,” a male voice says from behind you. You turn to see who it is, and your mood immediately deflates.

“Kirby.”

“I’d say your name, but you have yet to give it to me.”

“And it’s going to remain that way.”

“Oh, yn, who’s this?” your friend asks as she walks up to you. “Also, you should definitely go to the washroom here; it’s super nice.” You and your friend were meeting at a restaurant to catch up; it was your turn to pay for dinner, so you were standing at the counter to pay when Kirby walked up to you.

“Oh, so your name is Yn?” Kirby asks and turns to your friend. “Hi, I’m Kirby,”

“Oh, you’re Kirby,” she says. “You’re a lot more attractive than Yn made you out to be.”

“What did she say I looked like?”

“A heinous troll,” you answer for your friend.

“Be nice, yn,” your friend loudly whispers to you. “She’s single, so you should ask her out,” she says to Kirby.

“Not interested,” you say.

“Please?” Kirby asks giving you puppy eyes, but you just stare at him. Who does he think he is?

“No, Kirby, because you’ve been nothing but an ass towards me, so tell me, why would I want to go on a date with you?”

Kirby’s facial expression softens into remorse and regret. “Look, I’m sorry; I never meant to be that way.”

You narrow your eyes at Kirby. “Sure.”

“Look, you have to believe me.”

You don’t say anything for a long moment. “Maybe.”

“A date?”

“No, and I have to go; bye, Kirby.”

You and your friend walk out of the restaurant. “What’s wrong with him?” your friend asks you.

“He’s been terrible to me, so why would I want to go out with him?”

“Because he likes you. Just give him a chance if you see him again.”

You don’t say anything but take a moment to think about what your friend said. Despite Kirby annoying you, he was attractive, and you always went home wishing you did get his number or something. “maybe.”

One

You were sitting in the same coffee shop hoping for a relaxing day off, finally. You were reading another book while you sip on your coffee.

“I believe this is for you,” someone says as they sit down across from you. You look at what this person was handing you and notice it’s your picnic blanket. You look up and briefly smile when you notice who it is.

“Kirby,” you say. “What can I do for you?”

“Yn,” he says. “I want to give this back to you and apologize for the way I’ve acted.”

You nod. “I forgive you, and thank you for bringing back my picnic blanket; I’ve missed it.”

Kirby smiles. “If I may, can we start over?”

You smile at Kirby. “Sure.”

He animatedly lets out a breath of air and flashes you a wink. “Thank goodness. Hello, I’m Kirby.”

“Hi, Kirby, I’m Yn.”

“Well, Yn, may I buy you a cup of coffee?”

“Um, actually, I’m just on my way out, but maybe another time?”

Kirby’s smiles falter slightly at your response. “Sure, why don’t we exchange phone numbers and pick a time to meet?”

“Yeah, that’d be great!” you say and pull out your phone to exchange phone numbers.

“So, I’ll see you soon?” you ask after you exchange phone numbers, and you’re on your way out.

Kirby smiles at you. “Yeah, it’s a date!”

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deafeninggardenerpanda · 3 years

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Mr. Fugo woke up suddenly at the sound of the alarm. He was tired, but as he listened to the guard’s reports, that tiredness went away. His temples tingled and his mustache swayed. He glared daggers and growed low.

"Thieves ... Unforgivable! I’ll catch you for sure ... You’ll pay for this! Don’t get in my way—I will fix the machine ...! " This wasn’t the face of a gentle millionaire—it was Mr. Fugo’s true face.

He recalled what happened a month ago.

One day, Mr. Fugo received a strange report from the mine manager. A huge cave was discovered while digging in the mines, and in it, was a mysterious machine. He went to the diamond mine and saw the machine with his own eyes, but the machine did not work and its purpose was unknown.

On investigation, there was a silver plate attached to the surface of the machine. Fine ancient characters were inscribed on it. Mr. Fugo searched for a scholar who could decipher the characters, but he knew the citizens would be of no use. He decided to keep the machine secret until he knew more details, as it could be useful for making a profit.

While investigating privately, Mr. Fugo received a visitor. He was a medicine peddler who carried a heavy trunk and wore a large hood.

"Hi! I’m Magolor," the merchant said and waved.

"I have no use for merchants, I'm busy," Mr. Fugo frowned. He tried to turn him away, but Magolor spoke quickly.

"You found an ancient machine, old man! I want to see it."

Fear coursed through his veins. "Why do you know that ...!? "

"Aren't you looking for a scholar who can read ancient characters? I can read them!"

"What ...? You can?" Mr. Fugo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was no way a suspicious medicine merchant could read ancient characters ...

But, he took a chance.

He took Magolor to the mine and showed him the ancient machine. Magolor stared, fascinated by it for a while.

"What a funny thing ... It's a machine, but it looks so strange. Sleepy eyes ... a cat-like mouth ... a compass and scissors attached to it ... "

"I don't care what the ancient machine looks like!" Mr. Fugo said, frustrated. "What I want to know is this. What is written here?"

He pointed to the silver plate inlaid at the bottom of the machine. Magolor, then, somehow, began to read what was written.

"Umm ... ‘I will leave this important message for the people of the future’... "

" ... What? You can actually read these characters!?" Mr. Fugo eagerly listened to Magolor's next words.

"Yup, the continuation ... ‘This machine is the worst invention in all of history. Instead of turning stone into priceless material and making tremendous amounts of money, it only scatters misery.’ ... "

"Ah ... Amazing, the machine makes tremendous amounts of money!?" His tone changed.

"Once upon a time, when this machine ran day and night, more money was made than anyone could spend in a thousand years, however, only the aristocrats profited. A terrible stench filled the town as the machine worked. Suffering from such wretched miasma that one couldn't even open the eyes, I sealed the three gears with great magical power and stopped the machine. This saved the town, and the people of the later world!

Never start this machine again! The day that happens, this town will fall to ruin!"

Mr. Fugo turned bright red. His whole body shook and his attitude shifted dramatically.

"Ma- Magolor! No, Professor Magolor!" He knelt down and took Magolor's hand. "You are a wonderful scholar! You deciphered the characters! There was such a secret in the ancient machine!"

"Now that you know how to start it, you can make a lot of money. It’s amazing, huh?"

Mr. Fugo looked up at Magolor's face in distrust. There was a chance he would tell everyone this secret. It would be bad news if that happened. The citizens will surely oppose the starting of the ancient machine. He spoke to Magolor gently.

"Of course, I would like to show my appreciation, Professor Magolor."

"Appreciation? You’ll give me something?"

"That’s right, whatever you want! I’ll give you half my fortune, even. It doesn't matter."

"Really? Wow, I’m rich!" Magolor’s eyes sparkled with great joy. Mr. Fugo laughed darkly in his heart as he watched.

(Good, if you're happy right now.)

Of course, Mr. Fugo wasn’t going to give away any amount of his fortune to Magolor. If the plan was successful, the town would be destroyed. A weak merchant like Magolor wouldn’t be able to stop him. Mr. Fugo continued to laugh without showing any sign of his evil plans.

"Leave the gear finding to me! I have a good idea!" Magolor said.

"A good idea?"

"Put some prize money on the gears, and use anyone who's got the skill to find them. It’ll go well, for sure!"

"Prize money ... huh. I see, that's a good idea," Mr. Fugo smiled and nodded.

Of course, he wasn’t really willing to pay a prize, either. The gear finders would just be thrown out of the town along with Magolor. Thus, Mr. Fugo announced the ancient machine in the newspaper and promised a huge reward. Word of the ancient machine spread throughout town, and the residents began the search for the magical gears.

Magolor, who slept soundly in a hotel bed in the Town of Wind, was alerted by a messenger and brought to Mr. Fugo’s mansion.

"Why did you call me at this time ... I'm sleepy ... " he tiredly complained.

"Look!" Mr. Fugo shouted. He took Magolor to the hidden room. Magolor awoke fully upon seeing the opened safe.

"Wow ... What happened!? It looks as if a thief broke in ... "

"Oh noo~, that’s not what happened at all! I was the one who broke into my own safe!" Mr. Fugo usually spoke very politely to Magolor, but today, he was so angry he could not hide his real personality. "According to the guards, the bandits are a duo. One wore a red, silk top hat and cloak."

"Red, silk top hat and cloak ... Hm, maybe ... "

"Oh, these days the Town of Light is troubled by a great thief. Many mansions have been hit. I hoped this wouldn’t happen ... "

"What was stolen?"

"That's the problem!" Mr. Fugo paced as he spoke. "There are lots of precious treasures in this house. Lots of jewels, fine art, and of course, money, but the thieves didn't touch those at all! They invaded only this hidden room and ... " he continued, "they stole everything regarding the ancient machine. Even the photo I kept in the safe!"

"What photo?"

"A photo of that silver plate," Mr. Fugo said, covering his face. "If that plate is deciphered, it will ruin everything! The citizens will be extremely opposed to the operation of the ancient machine. The plan is ruined!"

"Uh-huh ... " Magolor said in a carefree voice. "Don’t worry, some thieves wouldn't be able to read the ancient characters."

"They must have an interest in ancient technology, though. Because otherwise they wouldn't have been able to take the documents and photograph without getting distracted by the riches throughout the mansion."

"That’s right ... " he thought. Mr. Fugo turned grim.

"Then it’s come to this. There is no choice but to get the three gears as soon as possible. The machine must be started before the thieves have a chance to strike again."

"Uh, uh-huh. All right." Magolor was surprised by Mr. Fugo’s sudden steely determination. He stretched his arms wide. "I’ll hurry and get the gears for you, then."

"Really!? You’ve found them!?"

"That’s right! I know what I’m doing." Magolor waved and left Mr. Fugo’s mansion. He headed back to the hotel in a good mood.

"Meta Knight seems to have been successful in finding the gear. President Dedede retrieved the gear on the clock tower as well, and Kirby found the one in the field ... " Magolor couldn't stop laughing. "The three gears, they’re mine! Fugo doesn’t even notice he’s being deceived! My plan will succeed!"

Meta Knight returned to his mansion and took a closer look at the stolen material from the secret room. The most worrying item was the photo that was stored in the safe.

"These symbols ... I see, they’re characters from an ancient civilization." Meta Knight pulled out a thick book from the bookshelf and enlarged the text with a magnifying glass as he turned the pages. After a while, Daroach came in through the window.

"I'm back! I've returned."

"You’re safe."

"No wonder, they couldn't lay a single finger on me!" Daroach looked at the books spread out over Meta Knight’s desk. "What? What are you doing?" he asked.

"Deciphering ancient characters," Meta Knight answered without looking up from the book. "The photo in the safe has ancient characters on it. They probably have to do with the machine."

Daroach picked up the photo and blinked. "I've never seen characters like these before. You can read something like this?"

"Of course I can't read them. However, I have a research book on ancient characters. I’m looking for clues."

"Really ... " Daroach stared at the detailed symbols written in the book. His expression soured. "I can't. My head hurts."

"You should rest, already."

"Fine, I’ll leave you to that." He laid down on the couch as he said that.

"If you want to sleep, you can use the guest room."

"Goodness, here? I can’t settle down on a bed so gorgeous. Besides, I don’t want to get caught by your butler." He fell asleep quickly.

" ... A good man gets his rest," Meta Knight murmured. He began the process of deciphering the ancient characters. There was a long night to come.

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Daroach was dreaming of delicious sweets when he was roughly awakened.

"Get up! Get up, Daroach!"

"Ah ... huh ... " He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Hm? Where ...? Oh yeah, I fell asleep in your mansion. Good morning, Meta Knight ... "

"Listen to me! I understand what the ancient characters mean!" Daroach, at last, remembered what happened before he fell asleep.

"You, did you not sleep last night? You've been working hard ... "

"It doesn’t matter, get up!" Meta Knight grabbed Daroach's hand and dragged him to the desk. "It was difficult, but I managed to decipher it. It’s a grave warning an ancient sage left to those of the future."

"Warning ...? " Daroach was still half asleep. Meta Knight pulled his arm sharply. "Please explain."

"I will. There are some parts I couldn't decipher, so I will read only the parts I understand. ‘This machine ... turns stone into priceless material ... makes a lot of money ... instead ... misery ... ‘"

"Hmm? What does that mean?"

"There is a continuation. ‘The aristocrats ... profited ... In the town ... stink ... suffering ............ Three gears ... sealed ... Stop the machine ... When this machine starts again, this town ... ruins ... ‘"

"What ...!? " Daroach’s face was drawn. "It says if the machine moves again the town will fall to ruin!?"

"That would be the case. The ancient machine can be used to turn stone into treasure and money, however, doing so will harm the inhabitants of the town and enrich only the aristocrats. It's a nightmare machine."

"Fugo ... Does he know this!?"

"Probably. Even I was able to decipher it, and he likely had an expert on his side."

"What a mess ... it wasn't an evil wizard who sealed the gears of the machine ... No, it wasn’t like that at all. The truth was Fugo was willing to destroy the Town of Wind for profit!"

"We can't let this happen. We have to stop the plan." At that moment, someone knocked on the door. Butler Vul’s voice was heard from the other side.

"Good morning, sir. That medicine peddler named Magolor has come again."

"Magolor?"

"Yes, it’s rather annoying this early in the morning. Should I turn him away?"

"No, it doesn’t matter. Let me through."

" ... Understood." Then— "Wah! Ma- Magolor!?" Butler Vul’s loud voice echoed. "I told you to wait at the front door! You’re just not going to listen and do whatever you want!?" The door opened and Magolor appeared.

"Good morning, Lord Meta Knight!"

"A good morning, it is not! Rude ...! " Butler Vul was on his way to throw out Magolor when he noticed Daroach. "Daroach!? You bastard, again, you’ve snuck in under my gaze! You’ve ignored me over and over ...! "

"I don't mind," Meta Knight soothed the furious butler swaying with anger. "You’re dismissed. Don't come unless I call you."

"But my Lord! I have a responsibility as a butler! Nevertheless! Nevertheless, when these guys—!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I apologize on their behalf. Get out." Meta Knight pushed Vul out of the room and closed the door, then turned to Magolor.

"You came back, Magolor," he said. Magolor looked curiously at Daroach.

"Eh ... who is this person ...? "

"A friend of mine, Daroach. He’s collaborating with me to help search for the gears."

"Wow! Nice to meet you, Mr. Daroach. I’m Magolor ... "

"Oh, I’ve heard about you, but nevermind that. There are more important matters at hand."

"Did you find the gear?"

"Well, we found out the unexpected truth. We’ll walk you through it, so sit down." Daroach picked up the stolen picture and gave it to Magolor. Magolor shook his head exaggeratedly.

"There’s something like characters written on it ... What is this?"

"It tells the purpose of the ancient machine found in the diamond mine."

"What’s it say? I can't read a single word of it!"

"It’s difficult to decipher ancient characters, but I understand the general meaning," Meta Knight said. He read aloud the parts he could understand.

"In other words," Daroach said, "when the ancient machine works, it turns stone into expensive treasure and makes the aristocrats a lot of money, but in exchange, it stinks up and destroys the town."

"Ehhhhh!? Whaaaa!?" Magolor covered his face and shook. "I didn’t realize the ancient machine was so scary! I didn’t know, not at all, not at all! What!?" Meta Knight turned his sharp gaze toward Magolor.

"Did you really not know? You're very familiar with the gears."

"Of course, but I just wanted to collect them! There’s no reason to think that way!"

"Why did you know where the gears were in the first place?" Meta Knight’s voice became harsher and harsher.

"U-uh ... "

"I doubt a mere medicine peddler could know such valuable information. Are you related to Fugo in any way?"

"Ehhhhh!? N-no wayyyyy!" Magolor waved his hands back and forth in a panic. "I used the Star Compass! That’s why I knew where the gears were!"

"The Star Compass? What is that?"

"It’s a tool used to find magical objects. My friend, Kirby, has it."

"Kirby? Airplane pilot Kirby?" Daroach asked.

"Do you know who that is?" Meta Knight turned to him.

"Mhm. He’s a celebrity in the Town of Wind. An interesting, gluttonous kid who likes to take naps." Daroach turned to Magolor. "This means Kirby also knows where the gears are?"

"Uh-huh ... Not only Kirby, but President Dedede, too ... "

"Let’s hurry to those two, then. We need to stop them before they turn over the gears to Fugo." Meta Knight picked up the gear and the stolen material, and, after a moment, the book on ancient characters as well.

"You want to bring that heavy book with you? For what?" Daroach asked.

"I may be able to decipher more of the ancient text if I have it on me. I want as much information as possible."

"You're right, let's go." The three left the room. They were led by Butler Vul, who muttered under his breath as he took them to the garage behind the mansion. There sat Meta Knight’s seven steam cars.

"Woah, sick!" Magolor squealed. "I’ve never ridden in anything like these!"

"I hope you've got guts, Meta Knight’s driving is something else."

"Wow, sounds exciting!"

Meta Knight opened the door of a bright red sports car. "This car is the fastest. Get in."

He sat in the driver's seat, while Daroach took the passenger side, and Magolor sat in the back. Meta Knight stepped on the pedals suddenly, and the car spewed out smoke and accelerated rapidly. It had ferocious speed. The wind blew in their faces with such force it was difficult to keep their eyes open.

"Waahhhhhhh!" Magolor screamed.

Daroach squeezed his eyes shut. "Hold on tight, Magolor!" he shouted. "If you don’t, you'll be blown out of the car!"

"Waaghhhhhhh! Scaryyyyy! Help, Lord Meta Knight ...! "

"Give up! Meta Knight’s personality changes when he drives!"

The car reached its maximum speed in the blink of an eye. They flew through the wide roads and sped off into the Town of Wind.

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#kirby #meta knight #daroach #magolor #millionaire fugo #captain vul #Kirby: Search for the Dreamy Gears!#kirby light novel #translations #fun fact: this is the longest chapter in the novel!#even a little longer than chapter one :0

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