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sinners-in-paradise · 5 months

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What was I going to say...? What was I going to do...?

It seems I'm just... so awfully lost...

Give me... a moment... Just a moment...

Ahem! Welcome, traveller! 'Tis only appropriate we take this time to set the stage for you, hm? Let's meet all the pieces on our little board.

Let's start from the very beginning...

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Name: Celeernyx

Once the queen of Halcandra and a Hero of Yore, Celeernyx was a loving but firm soul who was essential in the first defeat of Void Termina. However, a certain someone soon grew jealous of her and the other Heroes, and desperate for power, orchestrated the downfall of each of them until only Cele remained. Devastated, Celeernyx’s shattered mental state was an easy target for an ancient, malicious artifact known as the Master Crown. Once it had taken her mind and wiped out her kingdom, it decided she was of no further used to it, and swiftly executed her.

Cause of Death: Shattered.

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Name: Dulciana

A joy to everyone who knew her, Dulciana lost both of her parents at a young age and was raised by less than adequate caretakers. To escape from the pressures of her everyday life, Dulci often spent time under a favorite maple tree. The course of her life took a turn, however, when she met a handsome young demigod, and eloped to the wilderness with him. The two lived happily until Dulciana succumbed to an unknown illness, ripping her from her lover’s grasp forever.

Cause of Death: Unknown terminal illness, likely genetic.

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Name: Guinevere

Though originally an ordinary child, Guinevere (remembered fondly as "Gwen") was corrupted into a demon beast of sorts by Nightmare at a very young age, and upon escaping from his grasp struggled to present as an ordinary girl. Despite her odd appearance and tendencies, she found happiness in joining the GSA in her adult years, after which she was wed and had a single child. Though details are maintained private from the public, an official statement from the army indicates that she attempted to turn against it and was executed for attempted homicide by her partner.

Cause of Death: Blood loss from major lacerations.

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And that’s everyone!

Wait….No, something’s not right…

No, this isn’t right at all…

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Ah! Of course! I almost forgot!

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Name: Dero

A defective dark matter that wished to take no part in Zero’s evil schemes, Dero became a wandering hero, sworn to protect those in need. Though not the brightest, Dero was determined to keep everyone around him safe. Kind, chivalrous, and an expert in the blade, Dero gained renown as a great hero until…..

Until…….

Cause of Death: The willow tree is beautiful this time of year, isn’t it?

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Well, seems we have that out of the way. What was I to say next...?

Ah, that's right!

Welcome to hades, dearest.

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Credits:

Celeernyx by @moon-mage

Dulciana and Ades by @loaflovesdoodling

Guinevere by @camachine

Dero by @monsterhatdoodles

Art and writing by @camachine and @monsterhatdoodles

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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#kirby #kirby au #kirby fic #kirby oc #celeernyx #miss dulciana #sir gwynn #dero #<3 cooking something up #sinners in paradise

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kirbyfics-outofcontext · 4 months

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WELCOME TO KIRBY FICS OUT OF CONTEXT!!!

hi guys its ya boy @yuyu-bubu here with a gimmick blog that'll knock your socks off

anyways. it's exactly what it says on the tin.

Reading a kirby fic?

See a line that gives you a little giggle or goes unnecessarily hard as fuck?

Well this blog is your place to show it off!!!

submissions are open!!! i don't know how any of this works but they're open!!!

rules under the read more

woah hi guys

RULES

ABSOLUTELY NO EXPERTS FROM NSFW WORKS!!! anything sexually explicit is off the table!!!

profanity is allowed!!! go crazy

please give sources! I won't post anything that isn't credited.

no need to give context, but please let me know if the excerpt contains major spoilers

thats kinda it have fun

if anyone is uncomfortable with their work being posted, i will take it down!!! this is all in the name of fun!!!

#kirby #kirby fic #kirblr #is that still a thing #anyways hi guys hope you enjoy #i mean kirblr is still a thing but do people still call it that #kirblr... haven't heard that name in years...

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theworldofkirby · 3 months

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knighting shine and armor

meta knight goes on a journey and finds love. one shot. Meta KnightxFemReader (ao3)

ONE DAY metal knight was told there was a princess locked in a tower.

"whats it to me" meta knight asked

"um" a wize wisard waggle dee said "its part of the prophecy she must be rescued"

"i'm allergic to prophecies" meta knight says

"ummm" Wize Wisard Wagdle De says "theres a dragon that you need to fight"

"fight???? why didn't u say so" meat knight say. astonished

"i'm a wisard" wize wisard eaddle dee sayed beardly as he bearded his beard

YOU SITS THERE in her tower and are you pensive? perchance. you sighs abd brush her hair and look in the mirror. her dress is hot

"sigh" you sighs. "i hope someone rescues me"

SUDENLY !!!!!!!! A KNIGHT bursts through yous door

"wat da hek!!!!" you screams

"the door was locked so i broke it"

"oh ok"

"anyway hola my name is meta knight"

you blushes. "m-my name is-"

meta knight stabs you

"ow"

"i was sent to fite u" meta knight says

"omg meta knight!!!!!" wize wisard wadle dee says "i said fight the DRAGON not the PRINCESS"

"oops….. i thoutght u said to rescue the dragon and fight the princess" meta knight smumbles

"you WHAT" wize wisard wabble dee says

you lay there "ow"

"sorry" meta knight says "i was kissing the dragon she was kinda hot"

"WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!" WIZE WISARD WASSLE DEE SAYS

"yea her name is-"

"hi my name is (Y/N)" says the dragon

"AEEUHH???" wize wisard dee screacks

"(Y/N) mi amor…… your (color) eyes……. they are just so…….. how u say……….. magnifico" meta knight blushes and kisses ur cheek becasue your a giant dragon and hes a little ball

"Princess You no……." wise wizard waddle dee laments

"wait is her name actually You" meta knight asks??

"ya" (Y/N) says "thats not the weirdest name a princess has had"

"im so happy i could save u mi amor" metal night scrokes your cheek

"thank u that princess was always screamin for help every day i couldnt take it" (Y/N) sigh

"i need a hopsital" You says

"Augghgh… the propecy….. ruined………." Wize Wizard Wadle De collapses to the ground and dies of a heart attack

(Y/N) and Meta Knight share a tender kiss. how they did with their height difference is up to ur imagination. the end

#kirby #kirby series #meta knight #kirby fic #fanfic

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nookisms · 2 months

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The GSA arrives, and it is clear that they are not welcome. They also get to see some kids!

#Jecra #garlude #Meta Knight #sir arthur kirby #King Dedede #Kirby #bandana waddle dee #kirby fic #kirby fanfic #Kirby series #Bandana Dee #YIPPEE FANTASY POLITICS!!!#she speks #she speks originale #she writes #corresponding beats

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turtleplushi · 11 months

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spent all my energy on the writing and now i have none left for the caption

#fdgighshrgk #meta knight #galaxia kirby #jecra #knuckle joe's father #garlude #ao3 link #archive of our own #fanfiction #kirby fic #kirby fanfic #turtle's art hoard #ok bye

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cochineal-leviat · 10 months

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"Meta Knight is a fearless and just knight. He defends the meek and vulnerable, vanquishing foes left and right to protect everything he loves. However, even he is not impervious to hate. When he heard King Dedede had been kidnapped, his heart stopped. He tore through the invading Floralian forces like a bat out of hell, to save Dreamland and his king before it was too late. The news of his sworn partner's safe return calmed his troubled heart. But when he heard who came along to the land of dreams, he stormed Dedede Castle. Ready to rip a certain flowery spider asunder."

(Takes place between chapters 3: Thistle and 4: Yarrow Thee of Paradise Lost)

As I mentioned in a previous post, there is no Blueberry Kisses update as I was on holiday. But I do have a one-shot I had laying around so please enjoy some Metadede!

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best-kirby-character-tournament · 1 year

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The Fic

If anyone seems out of character, it's because mod wrote this in 3 days and mainly used headcanons for how they act :3 /gen /lh

Description: After being freed from his seal, Galacta Knight finally gets to enjoy some days of peace and happiness.

Galacta Knight wasn’t sure how to feel when he was released from his seal, and the uncontrollable rage that Nova would usually place in him didn’t fill him. He stretched his wings, taking a moment to look at the one who summoned him. Another Astral, this one a lighter shade of pink than him, young enough that they hadn’t grown their wings yet.

“It worked! Thanks, Nova!” The young one cheered, waving at the Galactic Nova that had trapped him for so long. Galacta Knight glared at it, gripping his lance a little tighter. The young one moved to float closer to him, and Galacta quickly turned his attention back to them. Even a young Astral could be dangerous.

“You there, why have you summoned me?” Galaca spoke, moving into a defensive stance.

“Hm? I wanted to free you! It doesn’t seem fair to be trapped like that all because of fear!” The young Astral answered, smiling at him. Galacta didn’t drop his stance, giving the boy (was this one a boy? It’d been so long since he’d seen a young Astral that he couldn’t tell anymore) a doubting look.

“If everyone had your way of thinking, they’d be dead. People fear what they cannot control.” Galacta replied, flapping his wings experimentally.

“People shouldn’t let fear control them! Besides, if all those rumors of you being evil were true, then why haven’t you attacked me yet?” The young one questioned, not minding Galacta’s doubting looks.

“Young Astrals can be capable of things older Astrals are not. And I was never evil, simply too powerful in the eyes of The Ancients, as you might call them. But, considering how naive you seem to be, I must ask: how old are you, young one? And what’s your name?” Galacta loosened his stance but kept his lance up in case the other chose to attack.

“My name’s Kirby! I’m not sure how old I am, I don’t really have too many memories from before I landed on Popstar a few years ago.” Kirby (he hasn’t received a title yet, he must not be old enough to choose his Ability) answered, a curious look on his face as he watches Galacta lower his lance and shield.

“...Where is your Mentor?” Galacta Knight questioned, a concerned look on his face.

“Mentor?” Dear Void help me now, I’m stuck with a baby Astral without a mentor.

“Clearly you’re too young to not have a Mentor.” Galacta muttered, watching as a Warp Star made its way toward the two Astrals. “Is that your Warp Star?” He asked Kirby, trying to make sure another Astral wasn’t close by.

“Yup!”

Galacta Knight sighs. He looks back to Kirby and sighs again.

(“An Astral shouldn’t be left alone in their first centuries of life,” Galacta had heard his Mentor say one day, and he’d hung onto each word as if they were stars in the sky. “Too much neglect could prove to be fatal for a young Astral, and dangerous for other species. That’s why when an Astral is old enough, they become a Mentor for a recently born Astral. That is the cycle we have created.” Galacta would become old enough to be a Mentor, but he wouldn’t have the chance to be one, as he was immediately picked as the Astral capable of sealing Void. After that battle, he would be sealed in his own prison for centuries to come.)

“Kirby, how would you say life on Popstar is?” Galacta had to figure out if he was okay, he couldn’t let the first Astral child he’s seen in centuries die.

“It’s super fun! Everyone is nice and friendly, and food is always available!” Galacta heard Kirby mutter something under his breath, something about a King? “But anyway, there was another reason why I freed you,” Galacta Knight froze, tightening his grip on his lance again. Was this a trick? “I wanted to be your friend!” What.

“What.” Galacta blinked. The young one’s voice had plenty of sincerity in it, there was no way it could’ve been a lie unless he was good at acting. But no Astral child was good at that, just like they weren’t good at singing. (He remembers the day that a few young Astrals had gotten ahold of the Mic Ability. The poor Mentors of those Astrals had spent the next few days cleaning up the glass and rubble caused by their horrible singing.)

“Yep! I wanna be your friend!” Kirby smiled, but Galacta wasn’t paying attention to that. Does this child not want a Mentor? Does he not have the instincts of an Astral? Does he already have a Mentor, but he just doesn’t realize it? What happened while I was sealed?

“Come on! You’ll love Popstar, I promise!” Galacta snapped out of his thoughts, at stared at Kirby. The child was staring at him with a pleading look, and his Warp Star had gently placed him on top of it. Galacta sighed again and placed his lance away. He’d go with the young Astral, just to make sure he truly wasn’t being neglected. --------------

After arriving on Popstar, Kirby had made it his mission to show Galacta Knight around the whole place, giggling and waving as they passed his friends. Galacta was thankful they didn’t recognize him, he didn’t want people screaming at the sight of him on what seemed to be a peaceful planet. Not once did Galacta take Kirby’s offer to ride on his Warp Star, in fact, he was shocked Kirby thought to make the offer.

(“Riding on another Astral’s Warp Star? First, the Astral has to give permission, then the Warp Star, sentient enough as it is, must allow you to ride it. If the Warp Star doesn’t want you to, it will not allow you to.” His Mentor had explained to him, “It’s actually quite forbidden in Astral culture. Unless their Warp Star has been destroyed, an Astral cannot attempt to ride another Astral’s Warp Star.”)

Galacta Knight could feel the weak calling of his own Warp Star, on the brink of giving up and destroying itself. He responded with his own call, letting it know he was here, and allowing himself to grin behind his mask as he felt his Warp Star’s elation at his response. He could feel Kirby’s eyes on him the moment he called to his Warp Star, a curious look, no doubt. Has this child never felt an Astral call to their Warp Star?

“Galacta Knight?” Kirby started, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Yes, young one?” Galacta answered, glancing at the boy to let him know he was listening.

“What did you just do?” Well, that answers my question, then.

“I called to my Warp Star.” He replies, a concerned tone in his voice. “Have you never felt another Astral call to their Warp Star?”

“No, I’ve never felt it. I don’t even think Meta Knight has a Warp Star.” Meta Knight?

“Who is Meta Knight?” Galacta questioned, flinching as Kirby quickly turned to look at him with wide eyes.

“You don’t know Meta Knight?! I could’ve sworn he said he fought you before…”

“If he’s fought me while I was sealed, I wouldn’t remember. Upon wishing to fight me, Nova would temporarily break the seal, and fill me with uncontrollable rage and the desire to kill.” Nova learned to do that after the first few times.

(Upon being released from his seal, he’d tried to escape, flexing his wings and fleeing from Nova and his summoner. Nova would quickly teleport him back, and force Galacta to fight and kill the one who summoned him. It was after the third attempt that Nova would just will him with rage before breaking the seal.)

“Oh… Well that isn’t very nice.”

“Galactic Novas do not care about what is nice and what isn’t. They simply grant wishes, regardless of other’s feelings.” Galacta practically growled out, before forcing his emotions down. He shouldn’t yell at a child like that. “... Sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“It’s okay! I should’ve known saying something like that was a touchy subject.” Kirby forgave, and Galacta felt like breathing a sigh of relief. Some Astrals could hold grudges for centuries, he was glad Kirby wasn’t like them.

“It’s alright. I’m… I’m not there anymore.” Void, I hope this isn’t a dream. --------------

Days passed. Galacta Knight grew to love Popstar. Ever since he was old enough to gain his title and wings he hadn’t been able to bask in a peaceful moment for so long. Today, Galacta decided to spend his time flying over Green Greens-

“Galacta Knight?!” An unfamiliar voice exclaimed, and Galacta turned to the voice. A blue Astral, old enough for his wings- clearly, considering they were splayed out in surprise.

“Oh, hello there.” Galacta tried a friendly approach-

“What are you doing here?!” Oh okay-

“Meta Knight! It’s okay, he’s friendly!” Kirby’s voice reached his ears, and Galacta loosened his tense form. (When had he tensed up? Something about that Astral’s voice shook him.)

“I freed him a few days ago!” Kirby spoke, and Meta Knight gave the young one an incredulous look. “He hasn’t attacked anyone, leave him alone!” Kirby pouted, and Galacta watched as Meta Knight sighed and lowered his wings. Galacta let himself land next to Kirby and gave the child a nod in greetings.

“Hello, Kirby.”

“Hi Galacta! Meta and I were just about to go on a picnic! Do you want to join us? Bandee and Dedede would’ve joined too, but they said they were busy with something!” Kirby held up a picnic basket, and Galacta couldn’t help but grin.

(The last time he’d gone on a picnic, he was a very young Astral, not even worried about a potential war. There were strawberries. He remembers loving those strawberries, and feeling distraught that they were gone after he’d eaten them all.)

“I’d love to.” --------------

This was how he found himself sitting on a picnic blanket. He’d pulled his mask up and quickly grabbed all the strawberries he’d seen, ignoring the pout Kirby gave him.

“So you are one of our kind.” Meta Knight’s voice rang in his ears, and Galacta stopped attacking the pile of strawberries to glance at the other, mouth full of the delicious fruit. Seeing one of Kirby’s paws attempting to grab a strawberry, Galacta quickly shielded the pile with his wing and swallowed the strawberries in his mouth.

“Yes, I am an Astral.” Galacta replied, reaching for another strawberry.

“Who was your Mentor?”

(“It’s common for Astrals to ask who your Mentor is.” His butterfly-themed Mentor informed. “It’s an important part of Astral culture. Knowing another Astral’s Mentor is almost like knowing the Astral themself, in a way. Lots of Astrals copy the habits of their Mentors. Since Astrals often communicate to each other using the stars, most Astrals know those old enough to be Mentors, so knowing and asking can be quite important.”)

“My Mentor was Morpho Knight.” He watched Meta Knight’s eyes go wide, but Galacta ignored it in favor of shoving a few more strawberries into his mouth. (He missed the taste of the strawberries, how the feeling of biting into them filled him with immense joy and satisfied his sweet tooth.) He watched as Meta Knight composed himself, and then he allowed himself to return the question after swallowing some more strawberries.

“Who was yours?” He could feel Kirby’s curious gaze on him, but he paid it no mind so he could focus on Meta Knight. Sadness filled the other Astral’s eyes, but Meta Knight didn’t allow it to reach his voice.

“He never told me his name. But he didn’t stay long enough anyway.” Galacta winced in empathy and gave a few strawberries to him as a form of apology. Meta’s shocked gaze fell upon him, but he’d already turned to Kirby to see what he was curious about.

“What’s a Mentor?” Kirby asked, and Galacta glanced at Meta Knight.

“Are you…?”

“Yes, but it was more of an unconscious thing. I didn’t realize it until recently.” Ah, okay. That explains it.

“A Mentor is an Astral that takes care of an Astral child. They teach the young one about Astral culture, how to use Copy Abilities, how to hunt and communicate using the stars.” Galacta recited the words Morpho Knight had told him one day. “Of course, a Mentor is generally supposed to be a parental figure for an Astral child, only one Astral can be a Mentor to a young one, and only one Astral child can be Mentored by an Astral. No other Astral be can Mentored by a different Astral and no Astral can Mentor a different young Astral.”

“Um… I think I understand. A Mentor is like a parent!” Kirby paraphrased, and Galacta let out a chuckle.

“Yes, kind of like a parent.”

“Okay! Anyway, here you go Meta!” Kirby handed Meta Knight a container filled with blueberries and yogurt. While Galacta was curious about it, he was fine with just eating strawberries.

“Thank you, Kirby.” And with that, they all ate in silence, enjoying the peaceful tranquility between them. Conversations were started, some of which Galacta joined, but it was a peaceful moment that Galacta loved every second of.

At some point Kirby had squeezed himself between the two older Astrals and had fallen asleep, leaving the two in courteous silence. Meta Knight chuckled and petted Kirby’s head, and the young one smiled and let out a little purr in his sleep. Galacta felt his heart burst at the cuteness he’d just witnessed, and he had to quickly pull his mask back on to hide his expression.

He heard Meta chuckle at his gesture and pouted behind his mask.

“Hey! You can’t tell me that young Astrals aren’t cute when they purr!” Galacta defended himself.

“Yes, they are cute, I won’t deny that.” Meta Knight responded, before finishing his parfait. Galacta had long since finished his pile of strawberries (and had stolen a few grapes from Kirby when he wasn’t noticing), and was content to just sit in silence.

(“Galacta,” Morpho started, “I hope one day, you will find peace and happiness. Until then, I will search for an Astral, just like you, and follow them in a form only you would understand was me. May our paths meet once more.” Those were the last words Galacta had heard from his Mentor before he was sealed.)

And as he watched an orange and red butterfly flutter close to land on Kirby’s face, he began to believe those words. Yes, Morpho Knight, Galacta thought. May our paths cross once again. Until then, I will be waiting here.

#kirby character tournament #kirby propaganda #not a poll #kirby fic

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nightcovefox · 5 days

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You— Genius?!

Fandom: Kirby and Super Mario

Characters: Dolos (My Oc), Kirby (Mention), Bandana Waddle Dee (Mention), Meta Knight (Mention), Galacta Knight (Mention), Dimentio, R2 (Oc)

Warnings; Dolos telling bad things about themselves, No context(???), bad grammar, and cursing

A/n: If you’re reading this- you might be hella confused- But Dolos is my Kirby Oc, I might post their info here so you can get to know them. Just a little fanfic of them and bits of lore about them. Empires AU might be slow as a thought.. I’m going through too much stuff rn.. (If anyone is interested in my project-)

They may or may not be in Empires AU?- Ehhh will find out- (Oh? Kirby characters might be in this AU/project? Isn't that interesting?)

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

‘Stupid!! Stupid!! Stupid!!!’ Dolos thinks in his head. Another plan ruined by that blasted Kirby and his friends. A paper was thrown in the garbage can. Another idea might be good.. Or might fail.

Dolos groaned lifting their head up and staring at the ceiling light. Dolos was in their little hideout, with broken walls but had lots of traps everywhere. (His traps that he created)

‘What would Marx do..?’ Dolos said in his head. He looks at the portrait of Marx. Ahh.. That crazy jester who made the sun and moon fight. Trick Kirby to help him.

Why was Dolos obsessed with Marx? Some say Dolos was fascinated by Marx's potential or that Dolos and Marx might be related. Who knows? I mean who would be related to that chaotic being?

The clock chimed: It was 9:54 pm..

“Its not that late but.. I do feel tired..” Dolos muttered, letting out a small yawn. He looks back at his work. Honestly, it's just him trying to free Marx from a mirror. Like that would work.

He knows that he’s trapped. He knows he’s never going to be free. He knows that he’s long gone.

Ugh. Just go to bed Dolos. Your are nothing but a mistake. A stupid little gumball who called themselves a ‘genius’?! HA! Yeah right?!

He turned off the light and got off from his working table. He opened his yellow wings and flew to the top floor. Where his bed is and other stuff.

His wings stopped flapping as he landed on his bed letting out a big ‘oof.’

He turned from his left side and looked at his mirror.

A faint pink was glowing in the mirror. What the..? He lifted an eyebrow and stared at it.

It was still glowing.. He sat up and hopped off his bed. He walks over to the mirror, his tail poking on the mirror.

Then the pink glow; glows brighter. It was shiny and covered Dolos with that light.

He started to hear voices. . .

“Hurry!!! We must not let him free his friends!!!”

“Papa be careful!!!”

“Woah!!-”

“Careful!! You almost got hit!!”

“Finally. Now that I’m alone and lock the room. I need to free them. By memory one is lost in a well while the other is stuck in a mirror.. But both in their homeworlds. I have no access..”

“What..?!” Dolos finally spoke.

“What?! Who’s in here?! Come out!!”

“Ugh… what was that pink glow?! What is happening?!” Dolos screamed, his eyes covered in swirls.

“Pink glow..? What..? Wait..! Unless it's him.. Whoever you are.. Do you know Marx?!”

“Marx- I do!! Wait how should I trust you?!-”

“I’m a very dear friend of him. By sensing your aura.. I can tell you admire Marx very much..”

Dolos blushed a bit in embarrassment.

“Now-”

*RUMBLE*

“Move out of the way!!! Your gauntlets are not going to work!!”

“HEY!-”

“He’s right. Do your thing R2.”

“Thank you Edge.. Everyone step back!!”

“Hmph. Those heroes. I will give you this moonstone, you must know where Marx is hidden. If you wish to free him you must say these exact words.. I will give you the scroll. Once you finish the chant that should work.”

“He would finally be free and might help our other friend.”

Too much information was in Dolos head. How could they process this?!

*BANG*

“DIMENTIO!! GIVE UP!!”

“Oh fuck!-”

“Dimentio?! YOU WERE ONE OF THE-”

The pink glow suddenly disappears, leaving Dolos lying on the floor. He blinks rapidly. He sat up and looked at the shattered mirror in front of him. His wings felt a heavy weight while the other felt something light.

He looks to his right and sees a blue/silver moonstone and on his left he sees a scroll having some weird language on it. It was real. All that he witnessed was real.

Wait!!! Don't just sit there Dolos!!!? We have a mission!! To save Marx!!! Dolos smiled wide getting up and grabbing the items with his black/white tail.

They need to be sneaky. They don't want to get caught by that Bandanna Dee and Kirby again. Right now it's night and most likely Meta Knight will be patrolling.

Fuck. Day might be a better option then. First, they need to come up with a plan and how to do this. They know Marx's location all right. But it's protected by the famous Galacta Knight.

He groaned again setting the items he received and putting them in their chest. He hopped in his bed and played out. He’ll start planning this plan out tomorrow.

Just sleep. You need all of this energy for tomorrow. Dolos closed their eyes.

Dimentio… how did you get free?

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Prologue might be longer than I thought… Oh well- more fun with me!!!

Dolos info will be shared soon, once I’m done with Mario and friends

#empires au #another fanfic!!#Dolos (Oc)#R2(Oc)#super mario fic #kirby fic #kirby + super mario

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kirby-souljourney-au · 4 months

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HEHAHAHSHDUWUEAH.

prologue dialogue, rewritten. hell yeah.

(ID under cut)

[Image ID: A screenshot of the notes app, with white text written on a black background. The text reads as follows.

“…Do you think I could use this ability?” Kirby asks, looking away from his hand and towards the far older being beside him.

“I’m not sure,” Morpho responds, returning his gaze. “It was only used once, millions of years ago, by one person with a very close connection to the Ykka.” They turn their head to look past the horizon, sun setting below the hills in the distance, pausing for a moment before continuing. “And her use of the ability ended up killing her within minutes.”

Kirby blinked. “It killed her?” they said. “How could a Copy Ability kill its user?”

They seemed afraid. The proper response.

“For one,” Morpho begins, looking back at the young Astral. “The Copy Ability she used was only truly meant to be used by one of the Ykka. She, not being one of the Ykka, was overpowered and killed by recoil after using it. Secondly, the one who bestowed upon her the Essence to copy the ability was too weak to heal her themself, and in her time, there wasn’t proper equipment to deal with such heavy internal injuries.”

Kirby held still and stayed silent, waiting for them to continue.

“Were you to use this ability, it would likely end your life as well. You are far too young to be using it, and plus, I doubt there would be a situation in which you would need it.”

He reflects on their words. They’re right, he thinks, turning to look at the sunset.

I’m just a kid. I shouldn’t need to use that Copy Ability, whatever it is.

…

But what if I do, though?

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kirby-fanfiction-contest · 3 months

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Howdy everyone! Thank you for the interest so far! Even if you are not participating, it is massively appreciated. Now onto the prompt unveiling:

The time to write your entry about temptation begins now! The deadline is February 6th. Please submit the fic by midnight (EST) or I wont count it!

Good luck everyone!

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Is the prompt too vague? Here's some general ideas to get your train of thought going. You don't need to follow these, it's just a jumping off point.

Hi you're under the cut now. Honestly for this idea it's just important to think of a characters want. Such as Magolor being tempted by the Master Crown's power or Meta Knight being tempted by a good fight.

Here's a very vague and general list on things you could potentially do:

A character resisting their temptation...

Or giving in.

Two or more characters in conflict because their temptations conflict...

Or because the thing one of them wants is dangerous.

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baneful-passion-projects · 1 year

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It's cold. So, so cold.

Bandana Dee's head is throbbing with pain, their whole body is. They don't know what happened. The world is spinning around them, it seems. Their mouth is filled with a metallic aftertaste, as faint memories of screams echo through their mind.

…What happened?

Heyo, I wrote my first Kirby fic! Follow Bandana Dee as he wakes up somewhere he doesn't expect, and tries to piece together what happened with the help of a friend.

Content warnings for mentioned Major Character death, & descriptions of injury and blood.

#baneful writings #kirby of the stars #kirby #bandana waddle dee #bandana dee #bandee #Magolor #magolor kirby #meta Knight #dedede #king dedede #kirby fic #kirby fanfic #writers on tumblr

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kirbyfics-outofcontext · 4 months

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"Meta Knight gets thrown down the stairs" By ChingKittyCat

#Kirby #Meta knight #Kirby fic #hehe on the walls

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theworldofkirby · 4 months

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i adore you, noble haltmann… (president haltmann x reader fanfic)

A/N: hai guys i wrote a haltmann/rader fic as a kind of sequel to the dedede dating simulator bc i dont feel like coding another game to make a haltmann dating sim so take this haltmann x reader fic instead

ok so like u are in dream land right??? well :) it was taken over by capitalizm!!!!1 omg

you, (y/n) the SEXIEST freak in planet plopstar is almost crushed by one of those leg things on the haltmann works company star dream thingy ok? yea so you dodge that and like… there's a window or somethin and a guy falls out of there

you watch as he falls. he falls for like 10 minutes. but then he lands on the ground next to you and you hear a crumch.

"ow" the male says

"omg!!!!! are u ok" u ask the masculine man

"i think i broke my pelvurouscula" he says

"omg no……" u say and hold him gently. u have magic healing powers so u heal him

"gasp" he gasped. "i don't feel like dead anymore"

he gets up and u cant help but admire he. his beautiful egg shaped bod and wicked pinstripe suit. and his luscious hair and mustache.

"newayz my name is haltmann. max profitt haltmann" he said with not a trace of happy

"haltmann….. my name is (y/n)" u smile

"ok" he says. "i have to go home. bye"

he goes into his headquarters but u follow him. u keep talking to him "um so wat are u doing? i almost died" u frowned

"oh no" haltmann says. "did i accidentally park my plant on u"

"ya" u nod

"im so frickign sorry" haltmann starts crying. "i'm such trash i cant commit capitalizm without almost killing peopel"

u frown at the egg's sadness. "dont cry haltmann…" u say comfortationally

"no it's not okay i'm shaking and crying rn. i might throw up" haltmann starts crying

haltmann cries and opens his office door and runs in and throws himself onto his bed dramatically like a sad disney princess. u enter his office and hear some haunting lyrics…

"I pull away to face the pain

I close my eyes and drift away

Over the fear that I will never find

A way to heal my soul

And I will wander 'til the end of time

Torn away from you

My heart is broken

Sweet sleep, my dark angel

Deliver us from sorrow's hold

Or from my hard heart"

u turn off haltman's ipod. "Haltmann" u say

"no my music" haltmann sobbed

"haltmann." u say again but more like… asssertively

"ouuu" haltmann screams into his pillow. "first i break my airpods and now my music is dead"

"HALTMANN" u grab him and sit him up

"what" haltmann sniffs

"whats wrong" u ask

"u see (y/n) i lost someone in da past… i forget who that was tho… but like someone died ok? and now im sad" haltmann explaines

"halmann" u look into his deep blue orbs. "i…"

"yes (y/n)?" haltmann blinks his beautiful sapphire saucers at u

"i…" u blush "i…"

"..." haltmann …ed

"i think u need to seek therapy" u gently stroke his bangs

"omg… ur right" haltmann tears up. he gives u a hug. "thank u (y/n)"

"ur welcome" u smile

"im so tired of depression. i will defeat this evil inside me. thank u (y/n)"

u get on his computer and start googling local therapists in dream land. "here's one," u say. "call them and see if they're accepting new patients"

haltmann gets his sexy cellphone out and calls the therapist. "hi mr. therapist, my name is max profitt haltmann and my friend (y/n) says i need therapy"

"ya we can take u in" says the therapit. "we will have u do an intake next month ok"

"n. next month." haltmann starts to tear up

u look at haltmann ernestly. "better late than never, haltmann… ur patience will be rewarded"

haltmann sighs haltmannly. "ok. we will do next month"

haltmann finishes scheduling his therapy appointment. u look at him with a pleased look on ur face. "that was kinda sexxy of u haltmann, working towards self care like that" u smirk and wink

haltmann blushes "haha yea i guess that is pretty sexy. um, not that i'm trying to be cool or anything" he stutters

"hey u can call urself sexy and cool all u want," u laugh. "ur epic even"

"(y/n)..." haltmann blushes. he leans in and gives u a kiss. his cute little mustache hairs tickle ur upper lip.

"teehee" u giggle. "ur mustache is so cute"

"thank u" haltmann says. "star dream says its ugly"

2 MONTHS LATER

haltmann knocks on ur door. u open it

"hi (y/n) my sweet honey bunches of oats" haltmann wraps his hands around u and dips u for a kiss

"h-haltmann" u blush "where did this come from"

"so u see, i followed thru with therapy like u suggested. little did i kno this would change my life" haltmann says. "going to therapy made me realize that i wasn't treating myself with respect, and if i want to feel respected by others, i need to develop respect for myself. without respect for myself, i won't be able to recognize gneuine respect from my friends and employees. and i cant live being so cynical anymore. i need to love myself, (y/n). i need to be my own bestie becuz who will be there for me when everyone is gone? i need to be there for myself"

u look at haltmann like this:

"haltmann… u… u mean…"

"yea. i love myself, (y/n), and its thanks to u…" haltmann kisses u again. "sory i didnt talk to you for the past 2 months btw i was depressed amd busy with therapy lol"

"its ok haltmann i love u no matter what" u stroke his egg head

"yea" haltmann nods. "um btw i like need some new music to listen to bc my therapist says i shuld stop listening to such depressing music if it makes me wallow in sadness more"

"say no more" u say as u smirk and take out of ur bookshelf a CDs of Hannah Montana 3 and the High School Musical Sountrack

u and haltmann spend the night picking out the best disney channel songs to boost his self confidence. soon enough its morning. "omg its morning" haltmann gasps

"it was nice spending the night with u haltmann" u blushed "we should do it again someday"

"no, (y/n)" haltmann gives u an onion ring "we will do it again today. marry me"

"ok" u blush

u and haltmann have a beautiful wedding with the stupidest most extravagant dress and cake bcuz hes rich. ur live happy ever after the end

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