#thank you kirby i love you so much you are my entire world

[jojo-schmo]

Yo what the fuck king dedede and meta knight????????? Why????? Do they even have personalities? How can you make romantic art of them?? Meta knight is literally just a little blob??? I'm the same age as you 26 is too old for this

Thanks for the input!

I don’t believe that age should be a deciding factor on whether someone enjoys making or consuming content- as long as the content is not harmful to themselves or harming others. In my experience it’s not fun or productive to put those limits on oneself.

Also, the Kirby series is 30 years old and there are fans of all ages. Kirby is for anyone.

I think part of the fun of Kirby is that there’s lots of room for people to explore and interpret the characters, personalities, lore, world-building, etc. There’s as many interpretations of the Kirby world as there are stars in the sky! Some people have even made entire worlds of their own based on the series and I think that’s beautiful and lovely!

I will never ever force anyone to agree with all of my interpretations, headcanons, or shipping opinions. I don’t think anyone should. The Kirby series celebrates love, friendship, bonds with others, forgiveness, finding your family, and so much more. Including accepting and loving others for their similarities and differences to you.

I’m just happy having a little corner here to share some of my work and having a few other people enjoy it with me. I want this to be a nice space for whoever wants to be here with me.

I encourage you to find that positive feeling for yourself and spend time with things you do enjoy.

#negative #swearing #don’t really want this to show up in the tag but it’s metadede related content #ask #I don’t want to spread negativity but I do want to say these things #be well everyone <3

[starflungwaddledee]

So this is just a question out of curiosity . So I first found you from the comic where Bandana Dee and Morpho fuse, and I really liked it (even inspired me to attempt to make my own Morpho Magolor character). But now I'm wondering, if it's part of an AU, what IS the AU exactly. Like what's different about Kirby, Bandana Dee, and some of the others here?

hi there, thank you so much!!

I'm glad you enjoyed that comic and the idea of the morpho fusions; they're very fun to play around with! the chrysalis au is less of an entire developed alternate world state, and more of a what-if scenario

(another cheeky lil' image from the vault! this is a slightly older/less detailed design before i'd figured out what i was doing with the markings on the visor and the spear and the larger open patches on the wings to make them more fragile, etcetera)

the main thing is probably that i headcanon morpho as 1) actively targeting kirby in this au, and 2) being capable of 'possessing' someone without permanently killing or absorbing them

additionally i like to think that each possession could look different, based on who is absorbed and why. in morpho dee's case, he is minimally changed (and minimally armoured) on purpose by morpho: to make it harder for his friends to effectively battle him

kirby, bandee, and the others are all mostly unchanged up until bandee's run in with the butterfly. and after that it's obviously extremely tragic and stressful a rescue mission!!

maybe i'll eventually come back to add more depth of plot to this au, but for now i think the tasty parts of this one are delivered in the active conflict rather than the world state itself!

as for other fusions, i'd love to see yours if you make one! I've considered a magolor one myself, but i recall seeing one some time ago that was so phenomenal i'm scared to even try; though do you think i can find it now to link it... ? no 😭

i do however have others from alternate endings of this au....!

#who's that pokemon..!!?? #cw flashing #my art #animation #morpho dee #chrysalis au #asks

[almightyhamslice]

KIRBY'S DREAMLAND 3 ON THE SUPER NINTENDO ENTERTAINMENT SYSTEM!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAY IM SO STOKED ABT THIS DRAWING SERIES (it is going to take me a million years to finish and be much longer than KDL2 just a warning LOL)!!!! KDL3 is one of my favorite Kirby games, I played it all the time as a kid! Tbf a lot of Kirby games are my favorite. But this is probably my favorite OLD Kirby game! It's missing a lot of modern Kirby conventions, but I still love it so much, it's so cozy and warm.

In my gijinka AU timeline it's set about a year after Star Stacker, so Kirby is now 13. I dunno if I set ages for the original Animal Friends ngl. I think Coo's in his early 50's, Kine's in his early 40's, and Rick's in his mid 20's. ALSO I finally found out what the nonbinary equivalent to nephew/niece is!! It's nibling!! Kirby is Rick, Coo, and Kine's honorary nibling!

I will get into Acro and Ado's context in this gijinka universe during their respective boss encounters, but for now I CAN tell you about the new generation of Animal Friends! I described them on instagram as "extended found family"-- they're loosely connected to the original 3 Animal Friends in the sense that they know them well, but they're brought closer together through knowing Kirby!

Nago is from the Iceberg and knows Rick well because he often visits the Iceberg to improve his climbing skills. I imagine that he and Kirby might 'click' because Nago is trans and Kirby is nonbinary? Nago's a teenager/young adult, but is the oldest of the 3 new Animal Friends. He's a werecat and can turn into a giant calico cat whenever he feels like it! So I guess he and Rick probably would be friends since they're very alike?

Chuchu is from Ripple Field, so she and Kine have met before! Kine has told her many stories about his adventures as a Dark Matter hunter on the surface world, though Chuchu finds herself most interested in his friend Kirby! She thinks Kirby is cute and wants to date him. Kirby has never dated anyone in his entire life and has no idea what romance is like! Chuchu is a flapjack octopus mermaid with mild transformation abilities-- she doesn't have a fully human form like Kine does and is instead half human half octopus in her default form, but fully octopus while transformed. Chuchu is a year older than Kirby.

Pitch is a harpy like Coo, but he's just a lost baby essentially. He's only 4 years old! For now Coo is looking after him since there aren't many other harpies in Dreamland (much less any who'd want to care for Pitch) but they both really want to find Pitch's mother. Pitch sees Kirby as an older brother and likes to shadow him. Unlike Coo, Pitch shrinks when he transforms and turns into a tiny bird you can fit in the palm of your hand! I think he is a shima enaga specifically. A colorful one I guess. They can't be green irl lol.

ALSO I decided to reveal Zero extra early because honestly I don't like that they're just, at the end of the game only! And I like their design a lot. I've drawn them before. I think they deserve a bit more limelight! So I drew them in 2 panels here.

ALSO ALSO (oh my god this post is so long already) thank you everyone for blowing up my Gryll post!! glad 2 see there r so many Gryll enjoyers on here :)

#art #Kirby #kirby gijinka #Kirby's Dreamland 3 #traditional art #mixed media #marker art #pen art #colored pencil art #completed #Coo the Owl #Pitch #Chuchu #Rick the Hamster #Gooey #Nago #Kine the Fish #Zero #Whispy Woods #Acro #Adeleine #King Dedede #Bandana Waddle Dee #Dark Matter #scopophobia

[queensectonia]

THIS POST CONTAINS DETAILED DISCUSSION OF THE MAGOLOGUE AND ITS ENDING UNDER THE CUT

please avoid reading further if you wish to remain spoiler-free! all spoiler posts from me about the remake will be tagged “spoilers” and “dreamland deluxe spoilers”.

so this is where i’m going to expand on that interesting point i mentioned in my other post

i think HAL is trying to pull a fast one on us with the magologue, lads.

so basically, at the very start of the magologue, when you get the flashback cutscene to magolor being defeated and going poof, it's actually magolor soul being shown.

now, we know that for as much as HAL loves to write agonisingly vague figures of speech and outright leave things out, they don't get little details like this wrong - especially not with this game. making it be magolor soul in that cutscene was an informed choice.

this comes around to be very interesting during the credits sequence where we see magolor supposedly crossing over into the clash universe.

magolor soul is from an exmode. exmodes aren't canon - HAL has told us this many times, that they are “what if” experiences exploring alternate ways things might go down. they've never been canon, and it's really only been as recent as "exmodes" becoming whole actual self-contained Entirely New Stories (specifically, HiAD and Isolated Isles) that you can even make an argument for them being canon.

(and even then, Isolated Isles is... dubious, but that’s a topic for another post.)

so i think the magologue actually happened in two slightly different ways.

magolor from the canon game went through the magologue, and at the end his portal out lead back to popstar, or wherever the fuck in the real world, and he went on to build his amusement park and get back in with the good guys like we're all familiar with. magolor from the exmode went through exactly the same thing, but his portal out lead to the clash world.

the concept of magolor going through his whole purgatory thing and ending up in the clash world instead is weird. it completely fucks with both the pre-remake established canon of him coming back and being a good guy, and with what the REMAKE ITSELF establishes with magoland!

speaking of magoland, there’s definitely some weirdness going on there, but most of it is explainable by out-of-text reasons.

firstly, the entire concept of unlocking magoland practically the second you start the game is just one big instance of “haha hey everyone, please ignore the giant continuity hole this makes, we just wanted to get our crazy-popular character who is arguably the entire selling point of this game front and centre! thanks lmao have a good day!” understandable, frankly.

they even go out of their way to tell you this, to your face...

this wording is clunky, but it gets across the necessary point of “please pretend this happens after you clear the game” because, well, it does.

the pop-up you get initially telling you that magoland is open contains something that might be a mistake? in the context of the introductory spiel and everything else the game shows us.

saying that magoland is on a “distant planet” is just... not true?? dream collection downright tells us it’s on popstar, and the remake explicitly shows us where it is! it’s still on popstar! you can literally see magoland in the background of levels. it’s not even floating in the sky or on its own little planet, it’s whole ass on the ground.

which makes me wonder if saying it’s on a distant planet was a small misunderstanding on the translators’ part regarding the whole “different world (figurative)” vs. “different world (different planet)” distinction.

either way, that one tiny touch of showing magolor soul in the opening cutscene instead of his main game design is both deviously subtle and explains this apparent discrepancy.

it was exmagolor who ended up in the clash universe as shopkeeper magolor, and it was the real magolor who came back to make magoland on popstar and mend his friendship with kirby.

this even fits in perfectly with exmodes being “what if” scenarios and the clash universe being so self-referential.

#kirby #spoilers #dreamland deluxe spoilers #magolor

[writingcold]

Neapolitan: A Continuance

A/N:  Hi all!  Glad you’re here.  Time to get back to some… yeah.  Jake gets his strawberry in this one, folks, so be ready.  And return to some much needed fluff.  There’s just something about Jake and Violet fluff that just does it for me.  Hmmm.  A quick thank you for taking the bullet and reading the very naughty section for me since, well, it was all over the place with nowhere to go for a bit.  So - Thank You, @gardensgatedaisy for reigning my punk ass back in, giving me a little pat on the back, and even a little pep talk.  

I also need to say, I do not know the members of GVF or their families.  Jake is my muse and is haunting my brain in so many different ways it’s scary.  This is a total work of my own fiction.

Here are the links to the master lists of Neapolitan and Neapolitan: A Continuance

Word Count: approx 7400 words

Content warning:  Jake gets his strawberry - orgasm denial, sensory deprivation, toys.  Minors do not even continue.  But there is also a bit of angst - coming to terms with the outside world expectations and a decision is made.

Part 8 

      “You asked them out, Vi,”  he was saying as he was stepping into the shower.

      “I know, but-”

      “It’s going to be a nice evening,”  he said, with half his words sounding waterlogged.

      “Wouldn’t it be more fun to just stay here and fuck me raw?”

      “Violet.”

      “I can pull out the pirate-”

      “Strawberry, remember?”

      “Submissive pirate?”

      It had been four weeks since her meeting with Mae.  The lawyer had since found three women who had not signed NDAs.  Alison’s case was moving forward as well, although all of the information she was getting was being filtered through Max.  Violet knew that Ali was in a position on the path that was years behind herself.  She remembered the frayed anger that her friend currently resided in.  It was what had spurned her to leave Madison permanently.  She could see that it was threatening to become a cancer within and pollute any healing she had experienced in just a few months of being away from what was supposed to be her life.  

      Violet knew she was going to have to be patient.  It would have been easier to turn away from her.  It would have been easy to throw up a wall and say she was done with her friend.  She had said in a moment of heat that she would be finished with Alison.  But truthfully, that was not her.  To abandon Alison in this stage would be to turn away from what made Violet, Violet.  She needed to be patient and wait for her friend who needed to tread across the path that she had already experienced.  She needed to watch the same scabs and splices heal upon her headstrong friend that she had survived on her own.  Violet could wait as Alison accepted that she could not move on until she forgave her own self.  She could be patient and watch Ali start to trudge, crawl, linger, race and finally find her pace across the expanse that she had experienced.  She could wait with a ready, open hand and heart.  Kirby explained that the kind of trauma that the two women shared, the path may be similar, the experience was not.  Each of us humans sought forgiveness differently, but to gain forgiveness from the self was solely unique.   

     They had returned to Nashville as Jake needed to get back to work.  The band was in the beginning stages of recording new material.  In need of a break, Violet had reached out to Jess and set up dinner out on the town.  Sam and Jess had broken the news of the pregnancy at the end of January to excitement the likes Violet had not seen ever.  The entire family just swarmed Jess in support and love.  The anticipation of the first grandbaby was electric.   

     “Hey, where’d you go?”  he asked, wrapped in a towel and hair dripping across his torso.

     Violet found herself disconnected from the moment, her brain desperately trying to pick up the conversation but the words were lost.  He squeezed her shoulder, concern flashed in his eyes.

     “Sorry, just distracted,”  she said as she moved to keep getting ready.

     He squinted and Violet could see the gears turning as he leaned in, kissing across the nape of her neck.  “Only one cure for that, gorgeous,”  he whispered, allowing the lush rasp to appear in his voice.  “You will be present, Violet.”

     Her eyes drifted closed as his hand ghosted across her hip.  He flicked her earlobe with the tip of his tongue before biting down.  The air slithered from her mouth as her lips parted.  He untied her robe with one finger and tugged it down with the other hand so that it pooled between them on the floor.  

     “Yes, Jacob,”  she sighed as he palmed her ass.

     “I think you need something that will keep your focus where it needs to be tonight, don’t you?”  he asked, the edge in his tone hardening right along with his cock.  “Bend it over, baby.”

     Her skin broke in gooseflesh as he traced a finger down her spine as she bent, her fingers coming down onto the bathroom floor.  Jake cracked her on the ass once before soothing the affronted skin.  Her thighs trembled with anticipation as his fingers traced the crease of her bottom forward into her folds.  A low hum washed over her back as he leaned over her to plant little kisses across the shoulder blade before spreading her legs with a tap of his foot.  He slid the head of his dick through her folds as she tried to find support against the wall, knowing right well the pounding that would come.  

      “I will have you remember your place tonight, Violet,”  he whispered as he slipped within her easily.  “I am picturing all the things that would accomplish that.  Maybe, something complicated - having the little rocket against you to use at my whim.  But you know, that’s not subtle.  After all, it is my brother and his pregnant wife we’ll be sitting with.  I’m not that sick to have my girl babbling through a fucking orgasm right at the supper table.”

      He slammed himself against her and they both groaned over the sensation.  Violet’s breath was hitching as he dug his fingertips into the flesh of her hips.  The stray thought if her bent over was what he pictured when he would grind against his guitar on stage flitted through her brain but evaporated when he slammed in again.

      “You know, I could bring out the new butt plug that just arrived,”  he continued, grinding against her in a slow rhythm.  “You’ll love it, by the way.  Pretty little rose on the end.  But…  Huh.  It would be truly uncomplicated just to know it’s my cum dripping from your cunt while we’re sitting there in the middle of a restaurant.  Knowing that my dirty girl is sitting there all pretty with me resting between this set of amazing thighs.”  

      She could not help the whine that breezed from her mouth.  The bass of his voice, the authority that resided in his tone dragged her to a point where her body was about to explode all over him.

     A ripple of a moan drifted across his tongue, filling the air with a rich amusement.  “I know what needs to happen, Violet.  This will keep you off kilter and ready for me for the evening just fine,”  he whispered before removing himself completely and walking away, leaving her completely exposed and wanting.

     “Jake?”  she asked after a beat.  No answer was returned save for the click of the guest bathroom door.  

     Violet stood up, her cheeks blazing red with need.  “Jake?”  she called again.

     “Finish getting ready, Violet.  We don’t need to keep a pregnant woman waiting for her supper,”  he called back from the other bathroom.

      Son of a bitch…  Her core pulsed within in desperate search of his heat and friction, and it was needed immediately.  With a shaky huff and wobbly legs, she moved into the closet to get the little outfit she had planned on wearing.  For the briefest of moments Violet debated on just knocking it out herself.  Self care and all.  Not to mention, that man would never walk around with a raging case of blue balls.

     “Violet,”  he called from the other bathroom.  “Don’t even think about it.  You will not touch yourself until I tell you to.  Do you understand?”

     Her inner toddler wanted to stomp her foot and have a tantrum.  Instead, she put her big girl panties on - in this case, a gorgeous pair of deep purple silk and lace that he had set out for her along with the matching plunge bra.  The rich color against her skin always made her feel pretty, something that Jake was keenly aware of and catered to his own benefit.

      By the time she was ready, the Uber was waiting out front.  Jake held the door for her, but she was quick to notice he would not draw close, choosing to sit in the front seat rather than at her side.  Getting into the restaurant to find that Sam and Jessie were already seated on the patio, she expected him to walk beside her, his hand on the small of her back as was his typical.  But no.  He kept himself removed.  The cloying little smile he offered her made her want to stick her tongue out at him.

     Dinner meandered at a pace that was like the slow moving stream out back of Violet’s house.  It took its time flowing over and through its rocky bed and delighted in the dapples of sunshine the forest blessed it from time to time.  To be able to just relax with Jess and talk about baby stuff was what she needed.  Jake was keeping to his hands off policy.  She found her eyes trained to Sam’s hands each time he touched his bride.  It did not matter if it was just a stupid pat on her shoulder, it sent Violet into literal longing for Jake to touch her.  She tried to brush against his thigh only to have him turn and resettle so that he was further away.  He lingered in conversation after dinner - despite Jess looking like she was going to fall asleep right at the table.  

     They waved at the parents-to-be as they pulled away from the curb.  Violet tried to reach for his hand to hold but he turned away.  

      “Did you get an Uber?”  she asked, trying to shore herself up against his little game that was twisting her guts like an old dish cloth.

      “Naw.  Thought we could walk for a bit.  It was such a big dinner and all,”  he sighed as he started to walk away from her.

      She fought to keep her jaw from dropping.  He had his hands shoved in his pockets and was strolling amongst the crowd.  Music from the plethora of bars and pubs and clubs wafted on the air, giving the evening a cheery feel that Violet just could not allow herself to splash into.  She tried to catch up to him, but every time she drew close he either stepped to the side or stopped to look into a window of a shop.  The smirk would tug at his cheek and the twinkle would shimmer in his eyes just to ruffle her a little bit more.

      “Well, that’s enough of that,”  he determined just as she was about to grab hold of him.  “Here’s the car.”

      He called it ‘being off kilter’.  No.  It had nothing to do with ‘kilter’.  He had her totally lambasted as he held the back door of the car open for her.  For the briefest of moments, he moved like he was going to follow her inside and was left wanting once again.  The dangerous sparkle that radiated from his gaze set her skin ablaze and her cunt weeping.  Jake’s strawberry scenes had always carried a note of hardness and length, but lately, he had not needed - his words - his scenes, instead preferring their vanilla and her chocolate to his own dominant nature.  Indeed, if Violet was honest, their time together was much more focused on their ‘togetherness’, their vanilla - albeit spicy vanilla - rather than their switch natures.  She wondered if it was because they were together so much, or perhaps it was because they had reached a level that it was not necessarily needed as much to fulfill the original need.

      Violet snapped her attention to him when the car lurched forward at a light, dragging her out of her thoughts to find him glancing over his shoulder at her.  The hardness of his glance made the butterflies shift and flutter and vomit all at the same time.  What should have been a ten minute ride felt like an eternity.  There was an accident on one street, followed by construction on another.  The driver patiently navigated through it, but Violet wanted to slam her foot to the gas pedal and damn everyone to hell for holding her strawberry seemingly in a hostage state.  She shifted uncomfortably in the seat.  Jake seemed to sense her frustration.  She felt like she could hold it up like a cast iron pan and whack the shit out of him with it.  Fucker.

      It took everything in her to not run at the front door like an idiot.  It also took everything to keep from slapping the man across the ass to get moving towards the door.  He stopped to look over the flower beds, then moved over to a little stand of new trees that looked to be struggling.

     “I swear if you do not-”  she started, her voice low and rough.

     “What was that?”  he asked as he turned the hose on a drip and started dragging it over to the needy saplings.  

      The knot in her center tightened and threatened to strangle.  She glared at him as he wiped at his hands.  “Jake,”  she said, not bothering to hide the heat in her tone.

      He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.  The smirk.  She wanted to slap that smirk off his smug assed face.  He had controlled the situation for much longer than she needed and it was becoming torturous knowing what was to come - but at the same time, obsessing whether or not he would ever initiate plagued her.

      With hands in pockets, he slowly made his way close to her.  Violet felt the heat of his body yet did not win over the grace of a touch.  He looked directly into her eyes, his face hardening with the moment.  She felt a hiccup burst in her belly.  Her emotions swirled uncontrollably as he looked down and away from her.  She had him for a moment.  It was too brief.  Too little.  She wanted to reach out.  She wanted to drag his body against hers.  She wanted to breathe in his flesh and reside in his skin and kiss his mouth and melt her cunt across his cock.  The tension that broiled off of him made her intoxicated.  His proximity engulfed her in a fog.

       “Violet,”  he said just loud enough for her to pick up the demand of his need.  “Go inside.  Take off everything but the panties.  Come back to me in the living room.  Do you understand?”

       She nodded timidly even though her insides were set to scramble at any moment.  The internal whimper leapt for joy as she pushed her way into the house, making her way back to their bedroom to prepare.  She did as instructed.  There was no need to buck him - she was already broken for him.  Her tummy coiled in expectation as she hung up her outfit before freshening up and moving back to the living room.  She found him in the kitchen, a glass of Chicken Cock between his fingers.  

      “Where…?”

      “By the coffee table.  Just stand there.”

      He watched her from afar, slowly sipping his drink.  He made no offer to share or to pour her one.  Her nipples hardened in the coolness of the room.  Her toes pawed at the rug beneath her as her patience started to fray.  

      “Put your hands behind your back.”

      She complied, exaggerating the movement so as to jut her tits out for him.  He smirked as he chuckled.  His features were shadowed suddenly as he brought the glass back to his mouth.  She heard him release a low hum as he set the glass down with a thunk.

      “A little starved, baby?”  he asked, still making no move towards her.  She nodded.  He hummed again.  “Slide that hand into your panties and give yourself a little press.”

      Jake was a man who liked to watch.  He liked to watch Violet fuck herself on a wide range of implements as well as her hands, his hands, his cock - did not matter as long as he could watch.  She slowly ghosted her hand across her hip, dipping her fingertip into the waistband of the pretty purple silk and lace panties.  She watched as his eyes dropped her crotch, sleepily gazing as she drifted her finger to swirl around her clit.  His eyes darted up to meet with hers as her lips parted to let out a soft release.

      “I don’t want you to think that you’re the only one in this room who is touched starved, Violet,”  he remarked as she pushed deeper.  “Deprivation was my goal.”

      She narrowed her eyes.  “Don’t tell me you didn’t go and finish yourself after that little walk off-”

     He shook his head.  “I don’t think I’ve had blue balls since high school?  Maybe?  Fuck I thought I was going to have to slam you up a bathroom stall just to get rid of the pain.”

     “Do you still hurt?”

     “Aches.  But you’re going to make it all worth it.”

     He took the last sip of his whiskey before pushing himself towards her.  Her eyes drifted down to his hands to find a small box.  Violet’s heart fluttered as her fingers moved a little faster against the arousal she had begun to drip.

      “You look pretty anxious, Violet.  Are you excited?”  he asked, the rasp thick as he drew closer.  She nodded as she pushed a finger across her entrance.  The corner of his mouth drifted into something akin to a smile.  “Take that hand out, baby, let me see what you’ve got.”

      Glistening was the word she wanted to say but instead her entire focus was on the small, black box that he held up.  She swallowed as he continued to stay at arm’s length, as if unable to trust himself to draw any closer for fear of shredding her.

      “All warmed up and ready for me,”  he sighed.  

      He licked at his bottom lip as he opened the box to reveal a set of black earbuds linked together with a simple but pretty silver chain.  Her eyebrow perked as he grinned sheepishly.  The remembrance of men with huge orange cans on their heads, mowing lawn and her bringing it up nearly two years before much to both of their humor tickled her.  He handed the plugs to her, aiding her in bringing around the delicate chain to rest on her shoulder.

      “All sound will be muted except for white noise,”  he whispered.  The anticipation dripped in his honeyed voice.  Her heart rate sped like a hummingbird.  “Remember, Violet, what is our word?”

      “Napoleon,”  she said, her own voice hushed.  

      “You say it, I stop,”  Jake continued as he looked into her face to search for any form of hesitance.

      “Yes, Jacob,”  she returned.

      He seemed to contemplate the moment.  His silence was like an inky cloth that draped across time, broken only by bits of breath and creaks of movement.      “I love you,”  he whispered, eyes searing hers in a pointed look that froze everything but the burning air in her lungs.

      The frayed rasp reverberated deep within her skin and melted into her spirit.  The weight of what was to happen flooded her brain and senses.  Her breath started to speed up as he placed the earbuds into her ears, testing them out by snapping on either side of her head after he started a loop of static on his phone.  She was left with only the sound of her breathing, and the faint thrum of her heartbeat that sloshed and tumbled in her chest.  A shadow crossed his face.  Her body trembled as it realized that her control had been effectively given over to the creature that was transforming Jake right before her.  The crinkles of the corners of his eyes tightened.  She braced her knees.  She knew that gleam.  It was not a hardness.  Instead it was a hard expectation that shimmered across his eyes.  He turned away and did not wait for her to follow.  The sound of her breath catching in her head made her creep towards an edge that would have frightened her just a few years before.  Her core began to clench with want and her heart bloomed in trust as the man before her was about to unleash his desire upon her.

      The bedroom was dark.  He glanced back at her with a hand up to stop her.  The expectation was that she would wait until he was ready.  The soft glow of the bathroom beyond shed just enough light into the room to illuminate the few pieces of glass that stood on the dresser and side tables.  The room still screamed masculine.  Still held everything from the first time she had set foot inside his sanctum.  There were additions.  A few of her stray books.  A picture of them together from their time in Savannah; a picture of her in that damned tiny black bikini that he had framed before they had officially called it a partnership.  The silence in her brain only amplified the love of her thoughts.  Her eyes traveled across the soft and hard, the warm and the cool of the room, feeling her body cry out to her lover.

      Jake returned, dressed only in his navy boxer briefs.  He was already wicked hard.  There was another small box in his hand, this one was a thin rectangle.  That box landed on the nightstand.  When he turned to her, he was ready.  This was what he was working up towards and her entire body felt like overworked clay that threatened to fly apart in a mass of goo at any moment.  There was a heat as he approached her that threatened.  Violet felt her bottom lip tremble as he moved within inches of her.  It took everything she had to keep from reaching out to touch him.  A whimper escaped before she could stop it.  There was no sympathy from him.  The nearness of him turned the air to flame.  Her chin began to quiver as she was forced to look away.  The intensity of him began to overwhelm her.  She could imagine him scoffing at her.  She could imagine him laughing.  But when she looked back - nothing.  Not because of the ear plugs.  He kept his mouth shut.  There was nothing he was giving her except what felt like miles between their bodies if only by the inches.

      A tear escaped from her right eye.  Completely unexpected.  It cooled a trail on her hot skin as it ran its path along the outside of her cheek.  She saw his Adam's apple move as his lips parted.  The tautness that clung to the air was like wet silk - tough to slide across, impossible to break.  Violet fought to keep herself in check.  The thunder of her breathing did nothing to quell her storm that was beginning to roll in from the back of her brain.

     Jake reached out, the pad of his thumb catching the tear before his fingers dug into her hairline.  Violet felt herself crumble at the singular touch.  He pulled her in, crushing his mouth to hers.  Her back began to bend as he leaned into her.  She felt a vibration run through her mouth - a vibration she had not noticed before anytime he had kissed her so passionately.  It pulsated across her tongue and tickled it like a spicy wine.  Her sharp intake for breath as he paused crackled and popped in her stunted ears.  He crashed into her once more, devouring her and taking every last bit of her that she could offer him.

      Suddenly, he pulled away, his hands on her shoulders as he maneuvered her to the bed.  Her chest was flaming as he tossed her down.  She cried out in surprise.  The lack of sound from him was fucking with her brain.  Closing her eyes, she tried to settle down.  Tried to calm her jittery thoughts back to a point where she could focus on nothing but Jake.  Her eyes flared on him as his hands landed on her hips, only to drag her panties down and throw them over his shoulder.  The wanton need that glinted in his eyes made her moan.  He walked around the foot of the bed, striping himself of his own underwear as he moved. 

      He made eye contact briefly before he reached out to cup her cheek.  She realized that it would be at this point normally that he would be talking to her.  Talking her through what was going to happen.  He would drop little praises and little bits of venom that were only meant to sting and draw her deeper into the scene.  Instead, his stoic features twisted her heart into a knot that made her want to scream.  She realized this was just as much restraint to himself as it was for her.  He loved speaking to her, directing her, and praising her.  He loved to see her reaction to his words, his thoughts.  He was hobbling himself in search of something that was a bit beyond her own self. 

     He pressed a fingertip into the meat of her side before dragging it down the ridges of her ribs to the pillow of her hip.  His eyes followed the path of his touch.  Violet’s sounds thundered in her skull.  She wondered if this was what being on the inside of a water balloon felt like - that wobbly tension that one could bounce a finger on to make that thudding boinging noise.  Her body coiled with need like the greedy bitch that she was.  

      A curve at the corner of his mouth caught her attention as he turned back towards her to reveal that he had his hand wrapped around just the shaft of his cock.  He brushed his index finger across the head before he bent over her.  Like she was the thirstiest woman alive, Violet opened her mouth for him to insert the gleaming digit.  Instead, her whimper was magnified as he brushed the finger across his own tongue in a move of brutality.  She wanted to curse him.  She wanted to scream at him for being so damn…

     Jake cut the thought off as he nestled himself against her side.  With a firm hand, he pushed her leg up making it bend before falling open to expose her.  He slowly brushed his fingers across the expanse of skin from her ankle to her knee to her hip and across the ridge of her pubic bone.  He lazily looked up at her.  The darkness of his eyes betrayed the lust he felt.  He rose and straddled her middle, allowing the head of his cock to brush across an achy nipple.  He leaned forward and retrieved the thin box.  Deftly, he opened it to reveal a chain that matched the one that kept the earbuds together.  Its pretty silvery shimmer mesmerized her as he dropped the length of chain to reveal a three part piece - two parts had nipple clamps that made her insides jolt.  The third and longest of the chains made her mouth water.  They had talked about a clit clamp but never utilized one.  Her eyes sparkled over the toy and its pretty, pretty silver beads that dangled like fancy jewelry.

     Jake slid his way back before bending over her torso.  Between the static noise and the muffled inner sound of her breath, her body felt like it was coiling to a snapping point.  He began to kiss the softness of her belly.  The coolness of the fine chains tickled as he dragged it across her breasts.  With desire filled eyes, she watched as he lapped up the line of her cleavage.  He blew a soft breath on the swipe he had just made as a distraction.  The first clamp bit down.  Her lips parted in a hiss.  The second clamp was fitted and he twisted it gently to warrant a moan.  He licked across the fleshy side of her breast before giving it a little nip.  He scooted himself down, placing tiny kisses against her belly and hip.  He settled in before reaching for the third arm of the toy.  The excitement that pounded her made her skin quiver and tremble and jolt under his fingertips.

      Violet knew that this was not going to be the marathon.  The marathon was already complete.  It was time for the sprint.  His scene had already been happening for hours.  It was time to feast.  The clamps were the appetizer.  The deafening static in her ears was the buzz of the fine, fine wine.  Her eyes rolled closed as he lapped at her inner thigh as a warning of what to expect.  Instead of his usual plunging in face first, fingers flying, everything stimulated all at once - it was a feather-light lick against the clit.   She looked down to see him repeating the process with a barely there touch with just the very tip of his tongue.  His eyes touched hers in a scorching display of porn that would forever be locked in her brain to play on repeat on those long months when the miles would feel like days full of lonely and longing.  

      She wanted to say something.  She needed to hear him.  Instead, Violet could only watch in a stunted stare as he teased her over and over until finally he brushed two fingers on either side of her hard clit with a satisfied grin.  The thunder of her breath rang out against the static as he tugged the chain against her nipples.  Her chest started to heave.  Her belly filled and collapsed in her excitement as he made a show of prying apart the clamp that would soon slide across her most delicate part.  He licked the corner of his mouth as he put the tiniest dab of lube on the toy.  He used a fingertip to move her nub out and without a hesitation, he slid the clamp into place.  The rumble that erupted from her chest was shattered as he flicked the toy with his tongue once, twice and a third time sending electrified jolts through her from toes to head and back round again.

      Violet could barely lift her head.  She could feel her core spraying him with her pleasure and begging him for more.  He caught her by the back of the thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed.  He stood her up and turned her to face the large mirror on the dressing table.  His hands ghosted down her hips, taking moments to dig into her flesh as she dripped down her thighs at the sight.  He had turned her into his goddess once more.  The fullness of her breasts, the possession of her frame was all for him.  But in true Jacob fashion, he returned it to her fully.  She looked at herself.  She saw how he looked upon her and it shattered her.  He could have the most beautiful piece of art before him and he would still be looking at her in such a manner that would strip skin and splinter bone.

      He moved her to lay down on the floor before him.  She watched as he pumped himself as she felt her legs begin to writhe against the soft rug beneath her.  He knelt between her legs, his hand squeezing his shaft.  She had begun to pant over the eruption between her thighs and just him - the starkness of his beauty and power sunk into her brain without mercy.  His eyes wandered across her body as if he was memorizing her - every turn, every curve, the way the chains lay across her flesh, the way her mouth stretched in her ecstasy.  He pressed his fingers into the outside of her thighs, dragging the hands up to her hips, across her flanks as he bent to kiss her.  She could barely keep her eyes open over the pressure of the clamps.  He swallowed her whole as if not caring that she could not even return his kiss.  

      Gently, he began to maneuver her into a bridge pose with her knees firmly against his sides.  He took a moment to appreciate her strength and the way the clamps jiggled.  Her head fell back as a low moan erupted.  He secured her hips with one arm, allowing himself to press fingers into her cunt and ass easily.  He incinerated her all the while expecting her to stay strong and wrapped around him.  His skin shimmered with lust.  His eyes twinkled with outright need.  He withdrew his fingers, lining himself up with a wicked grin.  He pushed just the head of his cock into her, allowing her to feel the combination of him and the clamps.  Jake licked at his lips as his torso began to quiver.  Violet brought her gaze to his and exploded, sending cum all across his belly.  His lips pursed with satisfaction.  Swiftly, he released the clit clamp.  The sudden lack of pressure there made a guttural moan bubble from her lips.  He crashed into her, giving zero time to shift between the two sensations.  Her body froze immediately as another orgasm splashed across her like a tidal wave.   

     He was not kind.  He was not gentle.  He slammed into her body like he was too close to bring her to any other plateau than her current standing.  Though her head felt like a dead weight, she brought up her chin and forced her eyes to open.  Jake was an image of fierceness that she had never witnessed before.  His chin was dropped against his chest.  His lips were pulled back revealing teeth clenched.  His hair swished around his shoulders, sticking to the sides of his cheeks and neck.  The tension of his eyes closed, forehead furrowed, she could only place what he might have sounded like in such a raw, honest moment.  It sent her around the bend.  He was literally bouncing in and out of her at a pace he had never before needed and he was taking every ounce from her for himself and keeping it close and hidden in a silence she wanted to beg him to break.

      Jake’s eyes popped open as his teeth unclenched to open wide.  There was a vibration against her skin as he came hard into her.  Their bodies shuttered and quaked and threatened to collapse against each other into an oblivion of his own making.  Never before had he appeared so primal.  So out of control.  So untamed in his own skin.  It was an exquisite moment that she realized no one had ever been allowed to see before.  And it was Jake.  Just Jake.

      Thinking her own strength was going to give way, Violet lowered her upper body down.  Her skin was jumpy as his palm came down on her belly, gliding upwards to release the nipple clamps.  Her breath slowly returned to normal as he held one, then the other breast, soothing the pulsating nipple under his own heat.  She jolted as he slid from her, lowering her hips back to the ground. 

      She watched as he lowered himself on his haunches, hands on knees, chin to chest.  He appeared to be regulating himself in prayer.  Throwing an arm across her eyes, Violet could not take any more.  Her bubble had ruptured and all of the emotion of the scene welled up, searing her skin in a way she had not expected.  Every time she thought she knew what it was to be in love with Jake, she was proven there were a few more feet to fall over him.  Dragging in a sob between her teeth, she tried not to jump at his touch.  Concern laced through the warmth of his eyes as he helped her up.  He took out the earbuds and it was like lifting one of those antique diving helmets off.  She could hear his breath.  Hear his words of concern.  She could not convey what she felt.  Instead, she crawled into his lap and felt herself calmed as he wrapped himself around her. 

Jake POV 

      Inhale.  Exhale.  The bite of smoke.  Hold.  Repeat.  The taste of the cigarette was sour against his tongue.  The burn in his lungs was harsh but went ignored.  The sound of distant traffic did little to pacify his nerves.  Violet was asleep and completely unaware that he was struggling.  Ever since the panic attack and that doctor bringing up the husband tag there had been a pinch at the back of his brain that would taunt and seeth and prickle anytime he felt weak.  And the night had left him weak.

      It was not lost on Jake that he was not a totally traditional mind.  He wanted to provide the happiness that Sam was able to extend to his wife.  However, with Violet, his commitment was not the problem.  He could not see himself with anyone else.  He could not see himself growing old with anyone else.  Violet was always.  

      He drew his lip in between his teeth.  He could not identify the emotion that was flooding him or why he felt like it was a failure.  The barbs of it tore at his thoughts and culled his memories.  He felt adrift but unsure on what kind of water.  Stamping out the cigarette, he was quick to light another one.  The evening had replayed itself through his thoughts like a tortured soul that could not see the happiness and joy that was playing out before him.  The completeness that Sam had whenever he looked at Jess.  Every time Jess’ hands came down on the bundle in her belly made him smile.  The way the couple silently were able to convey every little thought between them was amazing to watch.  He had this all in the palm of his hand with Violet.  His goal for the evening had been deprivation, not the raging torrent that attacked him after she slipped into sleep.  The threadbare starvation that he was able to make them both feel bordered on selfishness.  The ecstasy that blazed in her face as she exploded on him was beyond anything he had ever experienced before.  It was the moments after he tore them to such a state that made him get shoved into a realm that he had been wrestling with for months.  How to truly commit to the woman that matched the meaning that she had branded into his skin.  Instead…

      “Jake?”  

      Her voice cut through the fog and smoke that was strangling his brain.  He took her hand like a life line as her eyes took in his frazzled state.  “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

      “I woke up and…  Damn, have you been out here long?”  She cupped his cheek as the concern seeped from her expression into her touch.  “Jake, what’s going on?  What has you upset?”

       A breath erupted from his chest that he could not hold back.  The sound was brassy and full of emotion that felt off.  She took his smoke and put it out before tugging him back inside.  She had turned on the kitchen light.  How had he not noticed that?  The light seemed too bright as she made him sit down in the living room while she fetched a glass of water.  The idea of a stronger drink had flitted through his thoughts but he ignored it.  

     She put the glass in between his hands with the expectation to share.  Her eyes danced across his face in search of connection.  He cursed himself for putting her into a situation that she did not need to deal with.  This was his shit and he needed to figure it the fuck out.  He did not need to bother her with such petty and immature concerns.

      “What’s got that brain all knotted?”  she asked after he took a long drink.

      He watched as she took her drink before setting the glass on the coffee table.  He traced her cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear.  It was not her beauty that stirred him.  It was not anything exterior that excited him.  This realization had hit when she had cut the fucking tie nearly eightteen months prior.  He loved her, of that there was no doubt.  But it was not her body, nor her face, not even her mind that screamed out to him that made him crave every ounce of her.  In all honesty, Jake had never believed that he would ever find someone that would move his spirit in the way that Violet had touched him.  Her essence.  Her soul.  It had become his everything.  A piece of paper that labeled her as spouse was not significant enough.  The very notion was hollow.

      “Baby, talk to me,”  she whispered as he continued to brush the pads of his fingers across her skin.

      Emotion tramped on his throat as his stomach lurched.  He could barely look into her face without feeling like an infant ready to burst.  The fear of needing to take care of her for always and not being able to because he never saw himself as committed before, never could picture himself married.  

      The way the corners of her mouth turned down pissed him off with himself.  Before meeting Violet, he could talk his way around anything.  With her, he felt like he was inspired and free to explore and conquer.  But to express to her anything about himself always felt lost and jumbled and confused.  His words never felt like they were enough.  He could help write songs that shook the heavens and be so complex in a multitude of meanings, and this woman leveled him.  Every time.  

       Licking at his lips, he folded her hand into his.  When his voice erupted through his vocal chords, it was full of roughness that muted the volume beyond his control.  “I can’t fucking express what I need to say right now that will even come close to what the fuck is going on.” 

      He had her full attention and he had nowhere for his words to take him.  His heartbeat was a constricted thrum as he tried to pluck the most meaningful pieces of his thoughts to offer her.  Instead, he closed his eyes and searched for her in his darkness.  It did not take long.  She was always there.  Patient.  Constant.

      “Violet, I want to commit myself to you in a way that is just for us.  No show.  No ceremony that was made by someone else.  No paper that needs to be legal.  Everything of me is yours.  Been that way since you kissed me, I suppose.”

      The way she smiled over the memory of that first kiss that had caught him so by surprise warmed her skin.  He had not had the time to reflect on it until later after she had first touched him.  Instead of being like concrete or an anchor, his falling in love with her had brushed off the shackles that he had given to himself to keep him grounded.  She had given him permission to fly.

       “I don’t need to stand in front of my family and friends to know that you are a part of me that I treasure so wholly.  What I do need is for you to know that I can’t be without this.  Without you.”

      She grinned.  A nervous breath caught a soft laugh.  “So what you’re saying is you  want matching thigh tattoos?”

     He was caught off guard from the question.  Jake stopped completely in thought as he looked into her face to see if he had heard correctly.  “Thigh… what?”

     “Sure.  With those thighs, it’d be sexy as hell.  Oh!  We could get something that is only completed if we’re side by side…”

     The joy that bubbled up from his gut smoothed over the edges that were jabbing and slashing at him.  She leaned in against him.  Her kiss moved against him, soft and loving as ever to set his mind back to ease.  

     “I love you,”  she whispered as she nestled into his chest.  “It’s enough.”

     His brows pinched.  The edge was back but with clarity.  “My fear is that something will happen and I will not be able to be with you, care for you, be with you because legally we won’t be recognized as together.  I also can’t imagine if something happened to me that I couldn’t have you there when I needed you most.  It’s one thing if it’s small town shit, but out here - baby, they won’t let me back there without something other than me as your contact.”

     He looked down to find her rubbing a small tear in his flannel over and over with her lip between her teeth.  “What are you saying, Jake?”

     “I don’t need the show to know that you are it, Vi.  But the world as it is right now does.  How about you run away with me and keep just between us?  We can find some JP and just do it.” 

      “You want to fuck me in front of a justice of the peace?”

      “Violet,”  he sighed as her nervous laughter quieted. 

      “I like the thigh tattoos, we could whip-”

      “Vi, come on.”

      “For real?”

      He nodded as she leaned away from him, eyes full of emotions that he was sure was etched all across himself as well.  “It’s shitty and stupid, but I’m willing to play the game to ensure that there is a ‘we’ in everything we do.”

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[hypercole]

Dedede's Friend, Kirby (A super short holiday story written in around an hour)

It’s been a long day of holiday festivities in Dedede castle. Kirby & Bandana Dee sleep on the side of Dedede’s majestic throne. The large and fluffy King Dedede sits upon his plush seat, staring right back at the small, but handsome Meta Knight, napping atop the King’s soft & round belly. The big penguin smiles, knowing he’s surrounded by the people he cares about. His mind begins to wander between the multitude of memories this group of misfits have experienced. From picnicking in the lush Green Greens, to traveling between planets & dimensions. Trials endured, villains defeated, snacks devoured. … rivalries forged. Dedede still remembers the first time he ever fought Kirby. They both fought with everything they had, only for the selfish king to be humiliated in front of his entire army. That humiliation cultivated into a taste for revenge, encapsulated into a powerful mask. Hammers swung left and right, clashing each other with colossal force. In the end, however, it was the same result. A king, once again, defeated. … but not humiliated. Even as he walked down the road, sorrowful of his defeat, he couldn’t help but feel some form of respect for his rival. No matter the circumstances, no matter the dire straits, the pink puffball always prevailed. And even when the King acted in his selfish ways, the same puffball would want to be friends. Despite denial after denial, pushback after pushback, there was no denying Kirby’s unconditional love. “Dedede?” The King snaps out of his daze, looking over to see a worried Kirby standing behind the left armrest. “Why are you crying?” the puffball asks. Confused at the statement, the penguin king rubs his face, finding small wet stains on his glove right after. Was he actually crying? “Uhhhh I-I wasn’t crying,” Dedede answers, “I was just… out in the snow a bit ago, and then it… melted?” Looking back at Kirby’s sorrowful eyes, he knows that lie fell flat on its face. Dedede lets out a heavy sigh. “Do you remember our first romp?” the penguin asks, “The moment you and I became rivals?” Kirby ponders for a bit, thinking back to the first time they met. “Yeah! I remember the large crowd cheering you on,” Kirby replied, “You were really tough!” “Was I?” Dedede ponders, “I remember you steamrollin’ me in no time flat!” “But you still tried!” the puffball counters, “And then, you tried again! And you were even tougher! That mask of yours was really cool.” “Well of course it was cool!” Dedede says proudly, “I couldn’t just fight you again without adding a little flare into it. Even if you did beat me so easily, at least I looked cool doing it-” “Don’t say that,” Kirby says. The King does a double take, unable to give a response before the pink hero continues. “You are not weak, Dedede. You are very strong. Strong enough to look after your kingdom. Strong enough to defend an entire horde of beasts. Strong enough to… protect the ones you love.” King Dedede blushes. Not wanting to admit how much he truly cares about Kirby, he simplys says “Well of course I’m strong! Gotta keep you lot from causin’ so much trouble around here.” Kirby giggles, stoic and egotistical tone of the King’s exterior sneakily hiding his soft interior. Some things never change. “But also… I am glad you’re my friend, Kirby,” Dedede admits, “Even if you can be an annoying little goober… I wouldn’t trade ya for the world.” “Bandana Dee also? And Meta Knight too?” the excited puffball asks. The bombastic penguin chuckles. “Of course,” he answers. And before he can say anything else, Kirby jumps up to Dedede’s chest, giving the biggest hug the small being can muster. “Thank you, Dedede.” The King sighs, putting his arm around the pink troublemaker. “You’re welcome, Kirby.” HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

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[just-dino-maggie]

can you do one for kirby dach where you are on the dance team for some college and he surprises you at your first football gameday or something

Thank you so much for the request!!

Kirby has always been the most supportive boyfriend ever. He’s always letting me practice my dance rountines in front of him. Even when I screw up he looks at me and says, “Well you looked perfect to me.”

Unfortunately because of his hockey scedule he’s never been able to make it to a game. We started dating mid-season last year. I never took any offense to him not being able to make it, I just wish he could.

My season ends before his does so I made it to a bunch of his games last year. I loved going to every one.

Tonight is the first football game of the season and even though Kirby can’t make it I’m still excited. I worked my butt off on the pre-game and halftime routines and I’m positive I have all the sideline cheers down.

Its almost halftime and everything has been going well. I haven’t messed anything up yet but the halftime routine is the most important. I’ve been working everyday on this routine sense I found out that I made the team.

When I go out on the field I just let my muscle memory do it’s job. I’m practically in a trance the entire time. At the end I feel like I’m on top of the world. The crowd is cheering and we are waving as we jog back to the sidelines.

On the way I hear someone calling my name. I look around and I see Kirby in the very front row of the student section. I run over to him and jump up into the stands. Luckily we have a 10 minute break after the halftime performance or I might get kicked off the team.

Before I can even think I’m kissing him. I’m not usually a PDA person but I’m so happy to see him that I don’t even care. “You came!” I say after pulling away from him.

His hands stay on my hips. “We had an early practice today so I thought that I would come see you. You were perfect just like I knew you would be.”

“I love you! Thank you so much for coming.”

He leans in and kisses me again. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

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[lovepollution]

EMMY®-winning Canadian Luke Kirby Rings The ‘Bell’ as an Agoraphobic Southerner and Amateur Detective in PANHANDLE [x]

Canadians are used to dealing with raccoons, coyotes, beavers, and even polar bears from time to time. But in the new series PANHANDLE, the character played by EMMY® Award-winning actor Luke Kirby has a pet alligator. So how close did Kirby, a Canadian, get to a live alligator during the filming of PANHANDLE, which debuts Thursday, Oct. 6 at 9 p.m. ET on CTV Drama Channel? This would seem to be the reason that stunt doubles were invented. “You're not wrong,” Kirby said, “A stunt double was very important and integral to this assignment. I did, however, get fairly close to our dear little alligator friend, while keeping the right amount of distance. I didn't want my smell to rub off too distinctly. So I never spent too much time alone with it. I wanted there to be other options around.” Speaking of options, PANHANDLE is an intriguing one for viewers seeking a show that’s part mystery, part comedy, part drama, and part ghost story. It allows Kirby to display all his considerable skills, alongside co-star Tiana Okoye (THE GOOD PLACE). Following a family tragedy five years ago, the eccentric and agoraphobic Bellwether “Bell” Prescott (Kirby) hasn’t left the decaying, once-magnificent Florida property he shares with his mother. When Bell discovers a dead body in his azaleas, he suspects it might be connected to the previously mentioned case that impacted him personally. Bell, who has been working as an armchair detective from the comforts of his own garage, pesters the only cop left in their bankrupt town - Cammie Lorde (Okoye), known locally as the “speed-trap queen” - into helping him investigate. Of course, neither of them has the authority to do so, but thus begins their unlikely, tense, and often amusing partnership. Example: at one point Cammie complains, “I do not have time to run around playing Nancy Drew.” To which an exasperated Bell replies, “Nancy Drew was far more talented than you - and she was a fictitious child from the 1930s.” “I love brutally honest characters,” said Kirby, who won his EMMY® for his role as legendary comedian Lenny Bruce in THE MARVELOUS MRS. MAISEL. “I mean, they're hard to contend with in reality, for sure. Although I will say that some of those people sometimes have been my saviour. Just because something is painful to hear in the moment doesn’t mean it’s entirely wrong to tell the truth. And I like that about Bell. There's this kind of dying-breed aspect to this character, which I wanted to relish.” If Bell is a dying breed, the state of his Southern estate certainly reflects that. “There is great satisfaction, I think, derived from watching a once-thriving thing kind of have to change,” Kirby said. “It’s an empire robbed of its theatre. And Bellwether is the arbiter of this crumbling empire. He has to now contend with reality, which means, getting back to being a person in the world, with people. For generations, his family probably didn't really have to do that, but now he’s the one burdened with that responsibility.” Bell can be overcome by a lot of things in PANHANDLE, both real and imagined. To be blunt, he gets woozy and falls down a lot. So how is Kirby handling that from an acting perspective? “I’m doing better, thanks for asking,” Kirby said. “There's a price to pay, I will say that. I’m still working on it, and just trying to get as much sleep and rest as I can, floating in the pool, massages, whatever I need to do. When I first read the script, I thought there was room for that kind of physicality, and that it would be really fun. And then, of course, on the fourth day you start to think, ‘what have I done?’ And you know, time chips away. None of us becomes more limber as we get older.” Just stay limber enough to keep one step ahead of the pet alligator.

#luke kirby #panhandle #bell prescott #tiana okoye #cammie lorde

[wishuponroses]

Top 5 favourite video games

Spyro 2; Season of Flame -- simply out of nostalgic reasons. I played my GBA+SP a BUNCH as a kid and couldn't get enough of this game. I'll always prefer it over SoI/AotR. I love how the developers included holiday themed realms, like Christmas, Halloween, and even St. Patrick's Day! The Sunny Plains homeworld music is so pleasant and catchy to listen to.

The Legend of Zelda; A Link Between Worlds -- My first Zelda game that I've ever beaten, and the first game I bought while getting a 3DS for the first time. I love how they reused the world of ALttP, and implemented puzzles by using Ravio's bracelet. I loved Yuga as a villain, Princess Hilda, Ravio, and one of the cutest Zelda designs to date. It's just an overall charming game.

Monster Hunter Stories 2 -- I dove into so many hours in the original MHS back on the 3DS. I loved monster-taming games, but one where you fight alongside your monster and on top of all that, there are cats and dragons? Count me in. But I adore MHS2 just as much. We get to revisit old characters from the first game (Avinia, Cheval, Lillia, Reverto) and see how much they've grown as we're partnered with them. It's such an addictive game with a nice story. This is how the modern 3D Pokemon games should be, IMO.

Pokemon HeartGold & SoulSilver -- Would you look at that, ha. Another handheld title. I adore replaying these games over and over again. Gamefreak certainly nailed the atmosphere. The following Pokemon, the different sounds depending on what you step on - be it leaves, grass, cobblestone. It's the little touches. And Lyra. Oh, Lyra. I ADORE her design. It's probably my favorite. I remember when the games were first announced, a lot of fans of the franchise hated Lyra. They compared her entire outfit to Mario. But I loved her design, her personality, her character.

Kirby -- Kirby is pink, round, and makes me happy. I finally started playing Kirby games last year. I love colorful platformers. I can't believe it took me this long to finally play a Kirby game. They're so carefree and charming. I really wanted a Spyro-esque feel, and boy, do I get it with Kirby! (despite only playing Forgotten World and Return to Dreamworld Deluxe... still need to finish the latter!)

Thank you, Blaze! Have a great day. :D

#blze-2611 #Answers with Allie

[jojo-schmo]

I just wanna know, what other fandoms do you like other then Kirby?

Oh thanks for asking!! In terms of fandoms I’m really just active here in the Kirby world right now. And it’s been just lovely. But in terms of other things I like, I have lots :D

Is this a good excuse to show off my figure and pin collection and talk about the other stuff I like? I’m going to take it. If that’s something interesting to you I’ll throw it under the cut here. :D

(I’ve redacted some pins from my personal life that are not fandom relevant) but here’s my little pin tapestry! It’s a work in progress but I love collecting pins!! It’s not the best photo but if anyone genuinely wants to see an individual pin or charm up close just ask :P

So just from this tapestry, I’ve got Kirby of course. And Kingdom Hearts as I’ve mentioned before. But I also play Genshin (as a Childe main hehe), love me some Star Wars (I need to watch the second season of Bad Batch I am just nervous for these characters lol), Jojo, Animal Crossing (Stitches is my favorite villager! Who’s yours?), SpongeBob (I am capable of an entire conversation made up of old SpongeBob quotes), Game Grumps/Starbomb, and up there near the top right is an Ava’s Demon pin from its first Kickstarter, and uhhh -coughing- a Homestuck pin from like 2013 -cough- I took the classpect quiz back then and I was a Mage of Breath plus John is my favorite character

Oh- and along the bottom it’s hard to see but I also really like Steven Universe, Undertale, Our Flag Means Death, Good Omens (not pictured but I hope to own some merch soon), and Breath of the Wild (haven’t gotten to the rest of the series yet but I’m interested in it!)

Here’s some more Kingdom Hearts and also Monsters Inc which I LOVE SO MUCH! Monsters University is my favorite Pixar movie, it’s very sentimental to me. Can’t believe I get to live in a world where Sora meets Mike and Sulley <3

Also my prized Keyblade Conductor Batons that I got at the KH Orchestra tours and are among my most cherished possessions of my life :’)

Finally just another little display. I’ve collected Sorcerer Mickey stuff for a long time. Fantasia had a big impact on me when I watched it as a kid. And also a little lone Mami Tomoe figure who is my favorite from Madoka Magica , and was the first anime I ever watched. (One heck of an intro to the anime scene right??? Lol)

And finally there’s other stuff I’m really into that aren’t pictured like Pokémon and Fnaf and probably lots of others. I do love me some Pokémon tho. Dragonite is my favorite!!!!!! :D

Anyway there’s a little peek into the other stuff I like hehehe. There’s plenty more I’m not thinking of- I just enjoy a lot of media and stories!!

#oh boy I can’t tag all this stuff. maybe I’ll do it later haha #jojo rambles #ask #irl content

[starflungwaddledee]

Hi sorry to bother you but I just wanted to say that as an autistic person Starstruck makes me want to cry. I love her so much let her live the happy life she deserves with people that accept and care about her. That “otherness” or feeling of being “incorrect” and being seen as suspicious/ostracized for it was absolutely NAILED and it HURTS SO GOOD. I just really wanted you to know that. It’s nice to see someone like me in media, especially in something like the Kirby franchise. Thank you.

ohhhhh i am SO thrilled to receive this message because i am autistic, and by extension so is starstruck, and this was entirely on purpose! i'm so happy that you feel i nailed it! thank YOU for letting me know this; it's the highest praise i could have hoped to receive!

this was intentional autistic representation by an autistic creator and i am over the moon that it's connecting with you! her inability to "have the right magical signature" and her "mimicry of the signatures around her in attempt to fit in" is explicitly a (rather ham-fisted, if i'm being honest) autistic parallel, especially towards masking.

there are obviously parts of her story that aren't explicitly parallel (she is still a little alien after all, and there's going to be Fun Dramatic Aspects that my real life autistic experience sadly lacks), but for what it's worth i'm really happy that this purposeful allegory was noticed!

thank you again so much for writing in, it means the world

#also ngl but i just think like the entire kirby cast is pretty autistic in their own way #like we ALL know meta knight for SURE but the others too. at least imo!! #i have actually been wondering if folks were picking up on this tbh. it seemed so apparent to me but that's bc i made it so i knew #i've had some say 'oh it's the social anxiety' which.... yes. also correct. i also have that too & it is that as WELL but it's incidental #i think this is the first time that someone has directly compared it to autism. it's nice. thank you! #representation in media sure does continue to be like... a Certain Way. but i think you can just hit everybody with the autism beam #it's morally correct. #asks #starstruck dee #starflungs personal tag

[fayesdiary]

Top 5 video games (any variety, not just Fire Emblem)!

Honorable mentions include The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth, Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days (or the KH series in general, really), Portal 2, Kirby Planet Robobot, Dark Souls 1 & 3.

5) The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask

I played both Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask last year on my 3DS (with a QoL mod for Majora installed), and while I kinda liked Ocarina and mainly respect it for its legacy, I absolutely adored Majora.

I couldn't put the game down, I 100%'d it, I adore the three days mechanic, I fucking love Termina and its atmosphere and just the whole creepy-melanchonic-odd tones the whole game has. Especially with the masks.

Not to mention facing quite literally impossible odds while everything is working against you over, and over, and over trying to stop the moon from destroying the world, with Link never getting any recognition for his deeds. It just hits a lot harder than the usual fated battle against Ganon because if anything, this game is a desperate struggle against Termina's fate.

Also I just found the game a lot of fun and is currently my favorite 3D Zelda game.

4) Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia

Well, of course Echoes is here!

It's my favorite FE and the direction I'd love for the series to go, it's simple yet so fun and Valentia and its characters are wonderful. Definitely the game in the series that's most dear to my heart.

3) CrossCode

I only played it a few months ago, but CrossCode quickly became one of my favorite games and my absolute favorite of the games I played in 2022 and I am begging everyone to go play it

It's an incredibly polished Action RPG with Zelda-like dungeons set in a futuristic MMO (although the game itself is single-player), the gameplay is incredibly fun and the story is even better, it kept me absolutely hooked for months and the characters are wonderful, especially the protagonist Lea, who's both canonically mute and arguably the best character of the entire game. Also she's my newest blorbo.

Also the themes almost seem tailor-made for me to obsess over and just AAAAGH GO PLAY CROSSCODE ALREADY

2) Undertale

...I mean. Does this game need any introductions? I feel everything that could be said about Undertale has already been said.

I played this game in 2016/2017 and it stuck with me hard, and after these many years the attachment has only gotten higher thanks to Deltarune, obsessing over theories and details with my UTDR mutuals and etching some of my favorite tropes (like symbiotic posession) into my heart. I even made some new friends because of it!

I have a huge feeling Deltarune is gonna dethrone it once the full game comes out if Ch2 is any indication, but Undertale will always be special to me. 1) Mother 3

Ah, Mother 3.

This game is very much in a Majora's Mask situation where its predecessor is more popular and beloved but while I respect the legacy it left behind I loved the sequel far more.

Gameplay-wise the game fixes almost every issue I had play Earthbound and makes it a lot more fast-paced and fun, but the story is very much what makes Mother 3 the masterpiece it is.

Beside the themes sadly becoming more and more relevant by the day, Mother 3 has often been described as one of the most heartwrenching videogames of all time and for good reason.

I almost never cry but the ending left me about to sob, and that was with me getting spoiled.

I can't recommend this game enough. Sure, it's not been localized, but grab a ROM and the unofficial translation patch and you're good to go. Just play Earthbound first.

#not fire emblem #ask replies #iturbide #my rambles #if you haven't noticed the quickest way for me to love a video game is if it hits me right in the feels #by the way you should play every game i mentioned in this list #trust me you won't regret it

[slasherb1tch]

Hello! I was hoping I could possibly request a stranger things matchup! Ty!💖

My name is Jane, my pronouns are she/her and I’m pansexual. I’m an ENFP (most introverted extrovert). I know I can seem distant/bitchy at first but I’m just nervous about what other think of me. Once I get to know a person I open up. Very much a people pleaser. Friends have described me as being chaotic, nihilistic, cynical, BUT I like to think that I can be positive when needed. I tend to overthink/panic, but I really try not to. I can at times go from being on top of the world to a bad depressive episode. There isn’t much of an in between :/ My love language is words of affirmation and physical touch.

I really like frogs (I have a pet frog named Wilma), David Bowie, plants, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Horror movies, Star Wars, and the Muppets. I enjoy writing/reading, gardening, & playing games like Kirby.

Hello lovely! Thank you so much for the request~! You sound like a really cool person to be friends with <3!

I was a little stuck between two people when thinking of who to pair you with.. But I decided and hopefully you like them!

You caught the attention of…

Eddie Munson

Congratulations! You caught the eyes of everyone’s favourite boy <3 In all honesty, I think he’d absolutely adore you! Theres no doubt in my mind you’d become his idol, he’d practically worship you.

You and Eddie are pretty much the same when it comes to first meeting you two… He’d probably be the one to introduce himself when he spots you at lunch, staring at you the entire time until he gets a chance to stride over and greet you. Even though he seems completely confident in himself, he just wants you to think that he’s cool. (Poor boy) Once you two start talking more and he actually gets to know you better… Thats when he’d fall head over heels in love with you!

Eddie would adore listening to you talk about your interests, he’d just sit there and stare at you dreamily. Oh the power you’d hold over this boy… Besides! Don’t care if people call you chaotic because Eddie can’t get enough of it! Seriously, rant about absolutely anything to him and he’d just sit and listen to you for hours.

Eddie is 100% also a people pleaser, since he loves you so much, ask him for anything and he’ll do it. If you’re feeling down or you’re nervous about something, I assure you, Munson will be there in seconds trying to help. His go to? Kisses. This boy would spend hours just cuddled up beside you and giving you kisses while you two watch star wars or a horror movie. He’ll pop some popcorn and bring pounds of blankets just to burry yourselves in on his couch. Eddie would constantly check up on you during the movie with little pet names and “hey, i love you”’s. Expect him to constantly be making jokes during it though, this boy cannot stop talking for the life of him.

I can totally see Eddie being completely obsessed with Wilma, he’d ask if he could feed them all the time. Wilma would lick him one singular time and Eddie would never stop talking about it.

I really hope you like your matchup!! <3 Again, thank you for requesting!

Enjoy~!

#horror #stranger things #stranger things matchups #eddie munson #stranger things matchup 001

[futurefind]

get to know me meme

TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER!

1. favorite colors: raspberry pink & teal!! yes like reas psd lmao

2. favorite flavors: uhhhhhhhh. unsure!! standouts for individual flavors would be deep fried batter, butter, garlic, and sweets!!!

3. favorite genres: horror (esp movies), romance, fantasy, and action/adventure

4. favorite music: I love jrock (growing up on Naruto shaped me LMAO), Patent Pending, vocaloid (I love the 'crunch' of the synthesized music and voicebanks, so often I prefer them over their covers)... idk main ones would prolly be rock, pop, and (more picky with it) metal. Nothing screamo.

5. favorite movies: uhhhhhhhhh idk tbh I mostly watch horror and am not good at remembering movie names since they're one offs. But ones that stick out would be Rise of the Guardians, Mama, Your Name. RotG is a solid fave but others are just ones that impressed on me enough to remember their names at all

6. favorite series: Zelda!! Everything else I enjoy are either one-offs are not indicators of my interest in the entire series they're a part of (Persona Emblem vs Persona, Kirby Lost World, etc). Some of them I'd like to try the rest/more (Fire Emblem, Final Fantasy, etc) and haven't got around to it but others I'm not interested in (Persona). edits in atla/lok bc i forgot abt it entirely oops-- edits in x2: nasuverse at large and esp fate/ rip-

7. last song: I usually just have a select few character playlists on shuffle for work or the like but first new song would be Wish by Gia Navas (Romani FGO fansong :') ) and Ghost's cover of Stay from the last Insidious movie

8. last series: Once Upon a Broken Heart trilogy overall (much fun !! :') v much want more in that world and more lore on the Fates especially--) and just now finishing up Carol & the End of the World!! :') Very fun in its own way and cute but also augh

9. last movie: ignoring misc reruns on TV I don't remember it'd be streaming the Insidious series with friends— but before that either Puss & the Last Wish or Nemona idr which! (Nemona as a character is peak sacore btw :')))

10. currently reading: Finally working through Scum Villain Saving System first hand (the official localization), on top of misc Scarlett Claire (?) books to help sleep. Thank You Libby App &lt;3

11. currently watching: Finishing up Carol & the End of the World!! After that I'll be trying the YYH live action adaption LOL uwu

12. currently working on: uhhhhh nothing tbh!! I'd like to draw more but thats infinitely loosey goosey and nebulous along w longform fic ideas yk dghdsgh

tagged by: @tvrningout tagging: anyone/everyone!! if anyone sees it and hasnt done it and wants to go ahead!!

#dash games // #about // the mun

[dailylogyn]

Logyn Meta: Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the Marvel Comics

Photo Source (by Sexy-Salmon): https://lokisergi.tumblr.com/post/70164902295/siege-loki-problems-it-almost-looks-innocent

Other Logyn Meta’s: https://dailylogyn.tumblr.com/tagged/logyn-meta

Did you know Sigyn was in the Marvel Comics long ago? Did you know Loki had a wife? 

Oh...that’s probably because Marvel wanted you to forget their terrible writing mistakes concerning this great Norse Couple. 

Let’s dive into this exploration of history where the Marvel writers realized they fucked up on telling a perfectly good couples story, and in the process, setting off a spark of rebellion that caused some retconning and a group of fans to demand justice for both Loki & Sigyn -- not just as a couple, but as their own individual beings. 

#JusticeforSigyn #JusticeforLoki #JusticeforLogyn

Where it First Began (Meeting & Marriage of Lies):

In September of 1978, Thor #275 came out featuring the first appearance of Sigyn, Loki’s wife from Norse Mythology. She was introduced as a beautiful Asgardian Loki had randomly come across while looking into a crystal ball inside his castle, wanting to find some companionship to fill his loneliness. 

However, when Loki came with riches and jewels to offer her in exchange for her hand in marriage, Sigyn outright rejected him, stating she would never take someone as vile as him, even stating she was already engaged to an Asgardian Warrior part of Odin’s guard -- Theoric. 

Unable to accept this, Loki came up with a plan to have her fiancee killed during a mission, resulting in the Trickster taking on the disguise of Theoric in order to take Sigyn for his own. Despite having slightly suspicions of her lover being more romantic than before, Sigyn didn't notice that her lover wasn’t exactly who she thought he was.

Now comes the day of the wedding as Odin marries the happy couple. This was when Loki finally revealed his true self and what he had done. Odin tried to null the marriage, but it was against Asgardian law for even the High Father to do such a thing. Hence, Sigyn accepted her fate as Loki’s wife. This caused Odin to name her the Goddess of Fidelity. 

Where it’s Heading (Cargo of Incantation-Fetter’s Arms):

Loki being Loki, he did some shit that ended up with him being imprisoned in a tree by Odin, something that infuriated Sigyn, resulting in her trying to take control over Donald Blake to use over the All-Father as a way to free her husband from his punishment. However, it didn’t work out, resulting in a bunch of other crazy shit happening and putting Thor on their trail.

After Balder was killed, Loki was put on trials for his crimes and received yet another punishment that Sigyn had to protect him from -- having burden over the fact she was “the evil’s wife.” Just like the classic Norse tale, she holds a bowl over his head, shielding him from snake venom and leaving to empty it momentarily when it became full, resulting in Loki cursing her. 

Also, Loki and Sigyn had a child -- Narvi, but they died young, being used as the binding to imprison Loki (following the Norse myth too.) 

Some more crazy shit happens and now Odin has shackled Loki to Sigyn so he doesn’t cause anymore trouble. Loki of course is not pleased about this one bit. Having had enough of this, he went to Odin demanding to be released, only resulting in him being banished to an outpost. 

There Just Might be Hope????:

Some more shit happens again, resulting in Loki being stuck in an astral form and bound to a suit of armor so he could reside in Asgard thanks to Sigyn. A fight happens with Thor, Loki and Mephisto, putting Sigyn in danger. This is when for the first time ever, Loki ends up having a tender confession of love over Sigyn, asking Thor to save her since he could not.

It’s unknown if this is just Loki putting on an act or being real, but you know how the Trickster God can be. 

After the battle, while Loki had released Sigyn from her marital vows, his wife swore to always be there for him when he needed her.

And that’s the last we see of Sigyn’s regular appearance in the comics in 1996. She makes a cameo in Avengers: Unleashed #1 in 2019, but it’s nothing more than a flashback to her time of helping Loki. 

A Hypothesis & Notes on their relationship in comics:

The whole entire plotline consisting of Theoric and Loki killing him in order to obtain Sigyn is just something most of the fandom doesn’t like. Not only does it objectify Sigyn, but it makes Theoric a Pointless character to introduce anyway, only used as a tool for means in which Loki can get Sigyn, when honestly, he could have done so in a different way.

I like that they stick with Sigyn being the faithful wife of Loki (that’s who she is), but they honestly don’t give her any agency in this besides that trait alone. The writers don’t even let Sigyn be her own damn person! She is SO MUCH MORE than Loki’s loyal wife. SHE IS A FREAKIN GODDESS! I know there is more we can do with her.

Instead of pulling the ‘woe is me, my husband is evil and I’ll just go along with it’ card, something else could have been done. LIKE LITERALLY, ANYTHING ELSE! We know Loki can be a troublemaker, but Sigyn knows how to deal with his shit. She isn’t some damsel in distress here! It’s another reason Loki likes her.

Couples can bicker in times, it’s normal in marriages and relationships, but to have Loki whining about how much of a burden Sigyn is is just....WHY? I mean, you went after the woman and killed another guy for her. This is what you wanted! *shakes head at writers*

I will give them kudos though for some of the stuff near the end when Loki actually starts displaying his true feelings of love towards Sigyn. And sadly we only got a little taste of that...and we aren’t even sure if it was an act or Loki being real.

THE FACT THAT SIGYN ISN’T EVEN IN THE COMICS ANYMORE SINCE 1996. She’s only mentioned, but it’s just as a tale, not as an actual person who USED to be his wife. They literally killed her off. EXCUSE ME! #JusticeforSigyn (We’re still waiting for her in the MCU...)

NORSE MYTHOLOGY TIE-INS:

There were some moments in the comics between them that they writers took from Norse Mythology with them. Thought It’d be important to list.

Loki’s Punishment of snake venom dripping onto him while Sigyn holds a bowl to collect it and shield him.

Narvi being Loki & Sigyn’s son who was killed and his insides used to bind Loki for his punishment.

Sigyn being Loki’s wife. 

DIFFERENT WRITERS, DIFFERENT CHARACTERIZATION:

As is the case with everything out there, if you have different writers working on the same project, there is bound to be a difference of characterization and interpretation, resulting in OOC moments or just something completely different altogether. After researching and pondering on this subject, I FULLY believe this is what has happened with Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the comics. Let’s take a look at the evidence I’ve found:

For the comics Sigyn’s creators were Roy Thomas, John Buscema and Tom Palmer. 

Loki’s creators for the comics were Stan Lee, Larry Lieber, Jack Kirby, Violet Barclay, and honestly, many others.  

My favorite quotes on them from the comics:

Wait? Despite the crappy writing, I actually have quotes I like from the comics? GASP! I call these the only positives from the comics of their relationship. 

“My Sigyn-- the love of my immortal life...” — Loki, Thor Annual Vol 1 #19

“Aye-- For only Sigyn, of all in the realm eternal, feels love for Loki. And among all Asgardians, only for Sigyn does Loki feel...” — Loki, Thor Annual #19

“Sigyn loves me-- just as she is the only thing in the nine worlds that I truly love.”— Loki, Thor #483

Photo Source: https://www.zerochan.net/1262293#full

Fandoms Wish for MCU & Future Appearance Justice:

Fans would like to see Sigyn make an appearance, not only in the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe), but also the Marvel Comics once again. They would like to see Loki & Sigyn’s characters done justice with proper writing, especially regarding their relationship with each other. 

This is why there is plenty of fans out there writing Fanfiction, making Fanart, Roleplaying and even Cosplaying them, giving their interpretation’s of what their relationship would be like. This is THE VERY REASON this blog and @sigynappreciation​ was created to help spread awareness and unite fans who feel the same way. 

These characters are very near and dear to our hearts. Some of us even worship them in our religions. We would like to see their relationship grow and portrayed in a way that helps fill the pieces of the missing puzzle to how they came to be in Norse Mythology. 

CONCLUSION:

Although their relationship in the comics usually leaves fans grimacing, at least we got to have it explored. Who knows if Marvel will ever touch anything with them ever again, but at least it’s brought together a small community that continues to go strong -- and honestly, that kind of unity is what Loki & Sigyn would want. 

So imagine to your hearts content! Draw that fanart! Write those fanfictions! Dress up in that cosplay! Be those characters! But just remember, you have a family here to love and support you. 

SOURCES:

Sigyn’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Sigyn_(Earth-616)

Loki’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Loki_Laufeyson_(Earth-616)

Sigyn on Marvel Universe: http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix/sigynthor.htm

Logyn on the Shipping Wiki: https://shipping.fandom.com/wiki/Logyn

Loki & Sigyn’s relationship through Media: https://www.alehorn.com/blogs/blog/norse-mythology-loki-and-sigyn

#logyn #loki x sigyn #loki and sigyn #Marvel Comics #Loki Laufeyson #sigyn #logyn meta #Constancy & Chaos (Logyn) #justiceforsigyn #justiceforlogyn #justiceforloki

[phoebelovingcare]

May I have some Zan facts/headcanons? I'm starting to be quite endeared to her, and I thought I'd consult the local Mage Sister expert. Thank you in advance!

Zan Partizanne time!!

I'll just start saying stuff in order from "just a simple fact in my mind like 'fire is hot'" to "very careful character analysis", but that might fluctuate so don't count on it

Zan Partizanne is the eldest of the three mage sisters, and canonically the "best", as in faster, stronger, and more strategic than the other two, regardless of whoever's fight you personally found easier. Notably, on your first encounter with the three mages, you can defeat Flam and Fran fast enough to not see their secondary weapons, but Zan will show you the drums in both fights no matter what, and has two possible attacks with them, as opposed to the other two who just fire lasers.

The whole nicknaming scheme about Zan Partizanne, with parmesan and par and other such replacements, comes from canon. It derives from a pause screen where her loyalty to Hyness is described, where she is indebted to him "even though he has yet to remember her overly long name!" A couple of Hyness' pause screens alude to this by having him address her as "Zan Par". Parmesan might have been a fan concept, but the joke was also made by Magolor on Twitter, where he refers to Zan as "that parmesan cheese lady" in retaliation for her own insult towards him. Zan also HATES nicknames and INSISTS that you remember and use her full name constantly, reintroducing herself multiple times in tweets and insisting that you must already know that and not to forget. Poor girl.

Despite her personal grievances with nicknames, she almost never addresses anyone else around her by their own full name. The exception is Lord Hyness, whom she refers to by name and title every single time, but even her sisters get "Franny and Berge", and Kirby gets "stubby little pink ball", along with every Dream Friend and some beyond: Shadow Kirby is "bastard." Yes, she called them a bastard. Void Termina is "fluffy god", because apparently no name is sacred except for her own and Hyness'.

Zan Partizanne values courage! She insults Adeleine and Ribbon for being cowardly by hiding behind a canvas as a shield. Given the fact that she was also lying in wait for Kirby to arrive in her two fights, sitting in plain view in the first one, it seems she frowns upon any kind of hiding or fleeing.

Zan is petty as all hell. See also, insults children on the regular. But ALSO the fact that upon being defeated the first time, she was willing to destroy the entire fortress she was powering and guarding just so that Kirby and friends would fall with it.

Zan is described on multiple occasions as being incredibly loyal and "always repaying her debts". She owes a life debt to Hyness for resurrecting her as a child and taking her in, and continues to serve him without question even while being mistreated. She is also depicted as defending him and his actions at every given opportunity, not letting anyone else criticize him. In a particular light novel, that even extends to her sisters. Zero tolerance policy for Hyness hate. Someone get her a therapist.

SOMEONE GET HER A THERAPIST. The story of Zan getting her elemental powers talks about her climbing a tower "in desperation" only to be struck by lightning, at which point Hyness has to save her from dying. It's unclear why she climbed the tower... Unless you're in Japan, where things aren't censored. In Japanese there's an extra line that notes that she'd "lost everything", or perhaps "had nothing left to lose". Oh. Even if you were to chalk that up to NOT being the worst case scenario, she (and her sisters!) were also all perfectly okay with facilitating the end of the world, which they all live in. So yeah, therapy.

On a lighter note, Zan's favorite food is flan! Caramel pudding!

Zan's voice is lower and smoother compared to her sisters, and she has this loud posh-sounding ojou laugh. If you listen closely to her text scrolling sound, you can faintly hear static electricity buzzing! Flamberge and Francisca also have this effect, with Flam having a wooshing fire noise and Fran having some whistling wind.

I was planning to get some headcanons in here as well, but I think this kinda summary of everything I know works fine. Everything I headcanon for Zan is based upon all these character facts about her... Y'know what, maybe I can spare a few:

Zan Partizanne only calls other people by their full name in serious moments.

Zan doesn't get a lot of sleep, and tends to overwork herself, often to the point of exhaustion.

Zan plays herself up as intense, serious, and intimidating in front of others, but is much more emotional than she appears and is incredibly caring, maternal even.

As you can see, if I wanted to I could back all these up with canon information - the first time Zan calls Kirby by name, her obsessive loyalty and shame over cowardice, her irrational anger and that same loyalty implying more to her than sternness, etc. These are the facts I use as a character guide for the lovely Zan Partizanne, and I hope you find much use in them as well :)

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