#oooooh noooo ;^;

[ch1zzie]

He wears, tan shoes with pink shoe laces, a polkadot vest and man oh man

Soem extras

(There was gonna be a bonus which was my last post butttt I already got barns so it's fine now also WIFI WAS A POOP)

[ragsy]

"stop posting gore in the body horror tag!" buddy I have some news for you about what qualifies as horror pertaining to the human body

[messor-animarum]

@tenebrisxregem

"Master, if this is your intended side hobby, might I please recuse myself from having to play the part as your "hype-man" in the background?"

[hauntingblue]

Oh my god why........ why would someone do this omg.... feminism would have saved them all... lesbianism too...

[deermouth]

hey the ending of legion s2 is so wack

[phantomyre]

In its terrible glory, the Meteor could be seen tearing through the skies, causing even the clouds to scatter and break from the oncoming power that was Meteor-- guided by none other than the hand of a man who had been denied kindness. He was simply giving what the world had given him. Pain.

Lucrecia understood this. As disconnected as Sephiroth was from her, Lucrecia's heart was still knit with his, feeling his pain, and seeking to understand him, even if just a little bit. As much as Vincent understood the reasoning for Sephiroth's actions, he knew it wasn't the answer. After all, he too had locked himself away, endeavoring to suffer the nightmares as penance for his sins. However, it had only lengthened the days of Sephiroth's suffering. All the while Vincent allowed his torments to endure, a helpless boy was continuing to writhe in his own agony, brought upon him by the Ex-Turk's complacency. Now, that boy had become a man, and was imparting that same pain onto others. Pain only lead to more pain... an endless cycle of suffering. The distraught mother had met the ground, her tears watering the parched earth beneath her. Sephiroth spoke like a madman, enamored with the idea that the planet needed death.... or rather, salvation. Violence and morbidity was his solution. Like father like son... Lucrecia wept bitterly as the realization finally came pouring through. How wrong she had been to even think there could be an ounce of hope to regain her son. But what else did she have to lose? She had lost everything, including the will to live. She had failed in every capacity the day she entered Shinra. But at least... Vincent survived. She could no longer be there for Sephiroth. Her very existence was perhaps a blight to him. And one day, the planet would consume her, too. However... "It would have been for her." Vincent retorted at Sephiroth's comments. How could Lucrecia possibly live a normal life with her crime hanging over her? "Enough!" Lucrecia called out, her voice trembling from the emotions. Even though every ounce of him wanted to persist, the gunslinger held his peace and turned his face from Sephiroth. Moments later, Lucrecia spoke once again, keeping her head lowered in grief. "...He has the right of it," she almost whispered. "No matter what I've gone through... no matter what he chooses to do afterwards... the pain I feel will never amount to what he's had to endure." She then slowly looked up, her eyes directly landing on Vincent's. "Even you..." A frown creased over Vincent's brow. "All the pain I've put you through, and what I've taken from you... from you both..." Her hand rested on her chest, trembling, but firm. "This pain... I can bear it. I must. So please, Vincent..." Vincent's frown deepened, weighing her words and eventually causing him to break his gaze from her. He understood her request. It would be impossible for him to keep... had he not loved her. 'Shall I show you true suffering...?'

The words sent a chill down Lucrecia's spine. Her hand gripped the cloth at her chest, her other hand curling against the dying earth. She couldn't fathom what Sephiroth could have meant. But she had worked on Jenova's body all the same. ...What had they done to her son all those years? When Vincent heard Sephiroth's morbid threat, a shot of horror tore through him, creating a phantom pain. He may not have felt the exact pain Sephiroth had endured, but he was well acquainted with every type of physical cellular pain known to science. Hojo had ensured that much, having used him to test the limit of pain endurance. Lucrecia may have understood the science behind such things. But for her to endure the same torture...? He wouldn't wish it upon Hojo himself, let alone someone he loved. If Sephiroth truly intended to torment Lucrecia, what was to stop Vincent from lashing out at Sephiroth? Perhaps that was precisely Jenova's plan... to force him to break his promise, and in return, end Lucrecia's life. ...But to see her in agony... again... he'd rather have Hojo tear through his flesh a thousand different ways than to watch Lucrecia suffer. His clawed hand slightly curled at his side.

Remember... your promise...

The woman would have fallen to her knees had Vincent not caught her mid fall. The voice of truth, however twisted and painful, would never leave her. Jenova was a part of her. Just as Vincent suffered with the voices of 4 demons, she suffered with the voice of Jenova. The pain was becoming unbearable.

“N-no I… I didn’t…” Lucrecia continued to fight the alien in her mind. “Please, enough…. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore… I just…”

…Wanted to hold you… tell you that I will never hurt you again… neither would I ever leave you again… to be there at your lowest, to let you know what love feels like… But I…

Her thoughts were cut off the moment Sephiroth’s scoff rang in her ears, drawing her attention upward to look upon his weary but sadistic set of eyes. What he said next broke her heart, as though there was indeed more to break.

The tear-stained mother followed her son’s hand towards the opening of the cave. Curiosity took over her pangs. The gesture may have confused Lucrecia, but it greatly troubled the gunslinger. He knew what Sephiroth was intending to show her… it would be yet another knife to her heart.

I’ve always been alone…

Lucrecia slowly stood up. Vincent’s grip tightened on her arm, drawing her attention momentarily. Deepest worry filled his eyes, causing her to pause.

“What’s wrong, Vincent?” Lucrecia asked, noting his expression and the grip of his hands. Though she had inquired after his concern, Vincent found it hard to inform her.

But instead of a reply, Vincent hesitated further. Those eyes were still the ones belonging to that naïve kind-hearted Turk who would panic whenever she would get a paper-cut. But then her eyes wandered to his long hair, his pale complexion, the layers of pain behind his expression, and the gauntlet pressed lightly against her sin. He too was a product of her sin. His suffering was begotten of her own hand. And yet here he was still trying to protect her…

Laying a tender yet firm hand on Vincent’s, she coaxed his grip to loosen, allowing it to release her arm.

“…It’s alright, Vincent,” her resolve was undeniable. “Whatever my son—” She bit her lip as if catching herself, or that saying the word was now more painful than before. “…Whatever Sephiroth wants to show me, I will see it. I need to know.” Her voice trembled, as though understanding what she was about to witness would only twist the knife further, but this time she was willing.

Reluctantly, Vincent released her, following close behind as she followed Sephiroth to the opening of the cave. The amber colors bounced off the walls of the crystals, creating a hue that became warmer the further out the cave she walked. Until at last, that terrible scene was within view.

An unspeakable horror filled her chest at the sight of Meteor. She understood what it was, and what it intended to do. She had read about this Meteor in one of the earlier records from the Cetra. But never had she thought that her son would decide to use the most powerful and destructive materia known in existence. It was one thing to wield the powers of Jenova. But it was another to summon the planet destroyer… a sentence of death upon the planet and its inhabitants. Including her. This was a token of his hatred for humanity. She understood…

Terror-stricken, Lucrecia fell to her knees at the mouth of the cave, burring her face in her hands as the heavens were torn by the oncoming Meteor. Distraught, Vincent walked swiftly up towards Sephiroth.

“Hasn’t she suffered enough?” Though perceptively calm, there was restrained tension in his voice. Nevertheless, Vincent knew his words were falling on deaf ears.  

[floralcavern]

Oooooh, the way my heart fluttered

Oh!!

Noooo!! I really wanted them to kiss

Oh, but he is so smitten with her awkwardness

AWWW THIS IS SO SWEET!!!!

[sibillascribbles08]

@tmntseparatedaucompetition did remind me about the current theme so a couple more doodles.

Hueso had to stop Leo from sneaking into the maze on multiple occasions when he was at the restaurant.

Leo: Oooooh Donnie you wanna try and complete the maze where I couldn't sooo bad Donnie: Not like you to encourage me to break your record. Leo who just wants him to get his ass kicked by Esme (the woman in the center of the maze): Noooo don't beat my record I worked sooo hard on it

There's a whole chapter on Leo trying to take on the maze along with April, it goes... not well.

ID in alt text. BG in the second comic pulled directly from the show.

[dreamthistle]

I see no difference

sound on I beg

[fir3ylolol]

hi fir3y :3333 can we have more johnny cage x camera stuff (anything related, nothing specific; cameras in house, recording w phone etc) w him having a long time crush for y/n 😁 kind of like how you did w smile! you're on camera (i cant remember if i sent this if i already did im sorry 😥😥)

dazed and confused

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: it's been a while since you've seen your good friend johnny. but what happens when long-time crush mixes with weed?

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, blowjob, eating out, cunnilingus, long-time crush, weed usage, intoxicated sex, loss of inhibitions, praise, filmed, sex tape, cumming inside, cum eating, putting on a show, whimpering men heheheh, afab!reader, gn reader

a/n: YAYYY finally another post!! its been forever. this was requested by @keiiikomegumi. gotta love men who fall hard and fuck desperately O.O also i think this is the longest fic other than we want you! ive ever written lol

word count: 2.65 k

Ao3

It’s been about 3 weeks since you last saw Johnny, which kinda sucks. He’s always a lot of fun, and you’ve been really stressed lately. So when you get his text reading, “come over 4 dinner, we can chill 0.o”, you quickly respond, “see u thennn”. You leave shortly afterward, excited to finally relax. You roll into his driveway after about 30 minutes of driving, seeing Johnny’s shadowed figure standing in the doorway. You hop out excitedly, walking over and capturing him in a tight hug. He laughs, hugging you back just as tight. “Hey! I’ve missed you, it’s been wayyyy too long. Come in, I’ve already got some food ready.” You walk in, drinking in the familiar sight of his home. You see the table set, two spots right next to each other, with a suspicious look on his face.

“So what do you have in store for me?” You sit down, watching as he disappears into the kitchen. “Well, I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, and so have I. So…” He walks out, a large silver plate covered with a cloche. “I figured we deserved a treat,” he says with a smirk, lifting it and revealing two brownies. Realization hits you hard. You see, this is California, and if there’s any pastime Californians love, it’s getting high. Johnny is no different; in fact, he likes edibles more, since he says smoking will “damage his star-quality voice and flawless skin.” But he lives a stressful life, and he needs a break just as much as you. So seeing two, delicious-looking brownies on separate plates, you know exactly why you were invited. And you nearly cry.

“Johnny…” you smile up at him, “thank you. So much.” His eyes light up, placing the plates down for you two as he sits down next to you. “Yay, I knew you would be happy! Ok, I’ve got plenty of snacks in the fridge and cold ass water, so we’re set.” He picks his brownie up, and you follow, clinking them together like glasses before taking a bite. It’s rich, fudgy, and absolutely one of the best brownies you’ve ever had. With a mouthful of food, you try to speak, “Schit manm, ‘his is schoo good.” He laughs at you, finishing his bite before speaking, “It’s been barely a month and you’ve forgotten your manners?” You smack him lightly, before standing up and getting a glass of water, downing the whole thing. He follows you, giving you a big hug from behind. He’s rocking back and forth, face buried in your neck. He’s always been more touchy with you than his other friends, but you don’t mind. He’s warm and gentle and always smells fancy. But you laugh, rocking with him. “The room’s already spinning, oooooh.” He lifts you slightly, walking through the kitchen. “You’re so high, oh noooo!” He set you down, laughing still. “You’re so much fun, I missed you.”

You feel a slight twinge in your heart, the words must mean more to you than it does to him. You’ve been a little glad not to see him honestly, but only because your feelings for him have gotten that intense. A break was just what you needed, but now? When you’re going to be wasted and he’s just so nice and so close? You might break. But for now, you appear cool laughing as well before managing to say, “I missed you too” without seeming suspicious. And you start to fall into the same routine as usual, he leads you to the couch to chill together and watch something fun. He used to go to the cinema room, but once he got too high, watched Rambo on the big screen, and had a panic attack. Plus, you can’t cuddle in there, and he can’t stand for that, loudly declaring that he’ll rip the chairs out every time you two go in there. But he never does. You two end up talking about the weeks you didn’t see him. He’s been working on a new film, but won’t reveal any details other than it’s “based on a super true story”. And he laments how hard you’ve been working, trying to convince you again, “You should just quit and hang with me all the time. It would be awesome.” But alas, you turn him down again, as tempting as it is.

Before you know it, it’s been almost two hours, and you’re definitely feeling it more, the buzzing in your brain is a little louder, and Johnny’s touch gives you more goosebumps. But he leans back suddenly, looking you up and down. “Wait, I just realized, I can’t remember the last time you told me one of your famous bad date stories. What’s going on?” You fluster at his words, so direct and to the point that you can’t think for a second. You finally manage to speak again, your tongue feeling a little too heavy, “I’ve just been busy, man.” He scrunches up his face, thinking deeply. “When was the last time you got some? You know…” He nudges you, eyebrows raised suggestively. You take an embarrassingly long pause before speaking again. “...a year.” 

He leans forward, directly in front of your face. “A year?! How are you even alive??” You push him as playfully as you can, completely flustered by the whole thing. “Quit it, it’s not funny!” He sighs dramatically, splayed out across the couch. “So what’s up? Someone catch your eye or something?” You pause again, trying not to look at him, but your mouth betrays you. “Yeah, maybe. But it’s fine, he doesn’t like me like that.” He scoffs, head still tipped back, “What an idiot. You’re awesome. He’s really lucky I don’t just snatch you away for myself.” His whole body freezes as if he said something he didn’t mean to. You look at him, eyes wide and muscles tense. “W…what?” You ask tentatively. But he stands up, walking away while waving his arms around, “Nothing, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” But you can see the tips of his ears are bright red, and he’s tapping his foot on the ground, something he only does when nervous. You stand up and walk over, staying behind him. “Johnny, it’s something. Just tell me, it’ll be ok.” He takes a deep breath before speaking, still turned away from you. “I said he was lucky I didn’t take you for myself. I didn’t mean to say it, but honestly, it’s true. I mean, what kind of idiot doesn’t like the most stunning person alive? I just…I said too much, and I didn’t want to weird you out because you’re such a great friend and…” He’s babbling on, saying way too much and not making a ton of sense.

But you grab his hand lightly, which causes him to turn around. His eyes are watery, his cheeks and the tip of his nose are red, and his mouth is scrunched up in a frown. You can’t help but smile at him, squeezing his hand tighter. “Do you like me, Johnny?” He nods like a child, free hand coming up to wipe his eyes. “I like you too,” you say with a smile, no longer nervous or guilty of your feelings. He sniffles, looking at you with his wide brown eyes, “Really? You do?” As you nod, he sort of snaps back to usual, but not in a performative way, in a happy way. “Well of course you do! Who could resist all this?” He smiles before pulling you into a tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispers in your ear before he pulls away. But not fully, as you two lock eyes, and the air grows thick again. You swallow hard, eyes darting across his face nervously. He cups your face with his left hand, and slowly leans in, pressing his lips to yours. It’s exactly like him, warm and gentle, and it makes you dizzy. In fact, you feel your knees buckle slightly, which he laughs at into the kiss. As he pulls away to breathe again, you can’t help but feel hungry for more. You’ve only gotten a taste of what you’ve wanted for so long, and it’s very appetizing.

Johnny quickly pulls you back to the couch, barely able to think before you find yourself on his lap, hands wandering around your back, eyes locked onto yours. His touch is even more intoxicating than normal, with heavy breathing and racing hearts shared between you two. One hand reaches your neck, pulling you back in. But he’s not as gentle this time, like he’s trying to devour you whole. His other hand is on your hip, guiding you to grind against him slowly. Your hands wrap around his neck loosely. He groans into your mouth, squeezing tighter. You feel his tongue in your mouth, desperate for more of you, more than there is. You can feel yourself growing wetter, so high that your previous inhibitions are gone. Everything is happening so fast, and you’re starting to feel desperate.

He finally breaks away, panting heavily, before looking at you needily. And with how pretty his flushed face is and how badly he wants you, you can’t help but slide down to the floor between his legs. His pupils are blown out, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. He tries desperately to pull his pants down quickly, struggling slightly.  But he finally frees himself, cock bouncing out as the angry red tip leaks out. He’s embarrassed, turning his head away slightly, but keeping his eyes locked on you. You have no time to tease, absolutely hungry for him, for this. You take him in your mouth, getting most of the way down before you stop, looking up at him sweetly. He gasps, eyes wide and hands clutching at the couch cushions. You start to move, swirling your tongue around him as you keep a steady pace. His eyelids are fluttering, and very quickly he darts his hands out to grab your face lightly, bringing you up to face him. “C-can I film you? I just…I’ve wanted this for so long and you just look so pretty and I just…I don’t want to forget this, any detail of this.” 

You nod lazily, a smile spreading across your lips as you watch him scramble for his phone. He holds it up, hands shaking as he starts filming. You decide to put on a show for him, looking up through your lashes as you go down again, able to get almost all the way down, gagging slightly. He white knuckles the phone, staring at you intensely. His other hand comes up, grabbing your hair in one hand. His voice rasps out, “Wanna see that face, all of it. God, you’re so good at this. Fuck…” He sighs as you reach your hand out, starting to stroke him as you lean your head down, licking at his balls. He jumps slightly, but the most lovely whine escapes his lips, so you continue, trying to overwhelm him with pleasure. And overwhelm him you do, as he starts squirming back and forth at the intensity of it all, more heady whines. He finally remembers to hold the camera steady, trying to still himself. But as you go down again, rapid and sloppy moves, eyes watering as you look up again, his grasp on your hair tightens. He cries out as he cums, shuddering as you keep going, swallowing it all. You pull off with a pant, looking into the camera and sticking out your tongue to show what you did. He’s breathing hard, letting go of your hair and going slightly slack on the couch. But he tugs at your shirt, pulling it over your head. Even fucked out, he wants more.

You stand up, half-naked, and he tries his hardest to get your pants off too. But his hands are too shaky, and he’s trying to keep his grip on the camera. So you step back and slowly peel them off for him, and you can see his cock twitch slightly at the sight of you. You climb back on top of him, kissing him gently. But he leans to the side, propping the phone against the arm of the couch, and flips to the front camera. He shuffles down a little, leaning slightly to pull his pants down further as you pull his shirt off, wanting to feel his warm skin against yours. He kisses your cheek, and down your neck, reveling in the way you arch your back at the feeling. He whispers out shakily, “You ready? Gonna put a show on for me?” You nod, head dizzy again, as he rubs himself against you, audibly groaning at the feeling. He has no time to waste, sinking into you with a heady whimper. You gasp, taking a second to adjust to him, feeling his hands cling to your hips.

But it’s not long before he’s bucking up into you, using his grip on you for leverage. He’s bit down on your shoulder, whimpers slipping out. Your arms are behind his neck, clinging to him like your life depended on it. You feel him let go, raspy whispers in your ear, “You’re so hot, shit, so tight around me. You like putting on a show for me? Yeah?” You nod, moans pushed out at the force he’s moving now. His voice is shaking more now, but he can’t stop talking, “Shit, I don’t know if it’s the weed talking or what, but you’re so fucking good. Can’t believe I didn’t tell you sooner-” He’s cut off, a whimper as he manages to push deeper, completely enveloped in you. He’s losing his mind, hands wrap around your back for more leverage. But it’s not long before he’s cumming again, a whine as he pushes you down as far as he can. He’s trembling more, heavy pants in your ear. But finally, he’s lifting you and setting you down on the couch. Both of you are breathing heavily, trying to calm down after everything. 

That is until he grabs the phone and puts it in your hands. Confused, you look at him, but suddenly, he’s between your thighs, kneeling on the ground. “Can’t leave you wanting, especially after all that.” He dives in, with no sense of patience, as he sucks at your throbbing clit. His fingers pump inside you, your wetness mixing with his cum. You keep the camera on his face, legs pushed apart as you flinch at your sensitivity. He’s looking up at you, sweet eyes locked on you. He lets go slightly, mumbling into you, “Good job, baby, you’re doing such a good job.” You’re moaning, high-pitched, and slipping from your lips. He’s whining into your sopping cunt, vibrations against your clit causing more jumps. But you cling to him, eyes screwed shut as you cum hard, feeling his tongue lapping everything up with fervor. He finally separates from you, sitting down on the couch with an exhale.

He takes the phone, stopping the recording as he puts his arm around you. “I’ll save those for later,” he says, making you giggle slightly, but you’re quite tired. “We should get high more often, huh?” You snuggle into him, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat under your ear. “Maybe. But hey, those videos better not get leaked or anything.” Your words cause him to whine out, slightly annoyed. “Come on, you know me! I would never. Besides…it would make too many people jealous, you know? Such a pretty thing like you, all for myself.” You laugh again before looking up at him, sleepy but happy eyes. “You’re stuck with me now, by the way.” He hugs you tight, squeezing you with a wide smile on his face. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[sooniebby]

OMG FUCK NO I'M ACTUALLY THIS CHAT REQUEST

https://www.tumblr.com/sooniebby/785740475943534592/based-on-the-fact-that-naoki-and-readers?source=share

AND I ACTUALLY MEANT ACAROPHILIA NOT ACROPHILIA FUCKKKK NOOOO HOW CAN I MAKE SUCH GRAVE MISTAKE AGHHHH DANNY TRUST ME I'M NOT THAT FREAKY PLEASE 😭🙏

Oooooh… that makes more sense, y’know marking and then getting off at like being scratched and stuff

I get you.. I think I’ll include that

[marisandini-chu-blog]

TBHX EPISODE 10 REACTION TIME!!!

Oh, why oh why, can't there be one hero with a happy life. Let Cyan have her happy life dammit! She's gone through enough!!!

And the zombie plot?!?! Where the hell did that come from???

Honestly, I'm so glad Luo was alive and didn't get isekaid by Truck-kun. I know there's a risk of him coming back as a villain. But I'll take THAT over him being dead. We have enough for a cemetery already.

With that said, since last episode is pretty tame, we'll go straight for the reaction!!!

Mickey Mouse? Why the hell do we have to see your old face first thing in the episode

Oooooh, Cyan and Queen are friends already!!! Aaaah, I'm loving the first hint of girl solidarity

"The audience prefers independent, self-suffiecient women these day" sudden war flash-back of Frozen 2, Raya, Wish, Captain Marvel, L&S Remake, She-Hulk

LH0... I know you're parodying DOS as Disney, but you're just making things on the nose...

Aaaah, sanitizing the image. And here is her beginning as hero

FUCK YOU DEAN!!! YOU'RE THE PROBLEM HERE!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THEY ALREADY TOLD HER HE'S DEAD

FUCK YOU TOO DOS!!!

Okay, I had suspected Cyan was with Luo's parents during the plane crash, but even with the initial anger, I still believe in Luo!! He wouldn't blame her the same way others would have

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, this going so fast?!?!? What the fuck is happening? District 70 is experiencing badluck? How is bad luck able to create weird zombie disease?!?!

Oh God, looking at that way, it really is weird to find the people's favorite lost by a Nobody 🤣 God, that must be a huge ego break for Queen

Yeah, yeah, we all know the same song and dance of keeping the truth a secret

Oooh, what's this? A little celebrity crush (or in this case a coworker crush) from Cyan

I can't blame her. Who doesn't have a crush on Queen. LOOK HOW GORGEOUS SHE IS!!!

LUCKY CYAN BEING A BADASS HERO ASANAJJSSHJDDHSBSJ

The 3D animation with the 2D style is sooo good!!! OmG I love it!!!! The way Cyan just spread fortune with her music and arrows is such a good style!!!

She even has the roller blades to move around!

I can see her fighting all day. Aaaah, I'm so proud of baby Cyan. She comes a long way from the girl who runs away

Yeah!!! The Dean is finally here. You know what that means?

KICK HIS ASS, CYAN. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO ALL THIS TIME!

She has a gooduck spray?! I can't believe Cyan has a wacky gimmick from using her luck 😂

Oh no... Luo you actually believe that?

Wait, is this... zombie virus bad luck energy is supposed to change your attitude? I'm so confused at what it's supposed to be

LUO NOOOO DON'T HURT HER!!! SHE'S YOUR FRIEND!!!!

To all the watchers who theorize she was saved by the wishes of the passengers. Congrats! You are right!!!

And I hope I didn't misread it, but did the recording mention about the a sudden explosion that suggest of sabotage?

Is that why no hero came? Because no one was able to inform them on time?

Luo! Baby! You're back!!! *bracing myself for sudden assasin and any twist coming*

No? Nada? We good?

YES, THEY'RE REUNITED! FINALLY!!!

Hold on... Fear energy is new? It's introduced around 5 years before Lin Ling's arc???

No wonder the zombie plot was weird, it wasn't natural to begin with

Liu Zhen, Mickey Bastard, what the fuck? Were you two responsible of Disttrict 70? Or at least aware of the source of the Fear but never did anything???

And is that how Wreck is able to use Fear in canon? (Or at least we assumed as such). Different faction are looking into Fear for different purpose?

Urgh, I can't even be fully happy with that ominous ending. This could possible related to the "nature of truth" X seem to be aware of.

With all of that said...

YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT LH0!!! YOU GAVE CYAN A HAPPY ENDING OF HER ARC AAAAAAA!!!!

HALLELUJAH! WE GOT ONE A HAPPY ONE! CHEERS EVERYONE!! YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THE NEXT TRAGEDY WILL HIT AGAIN!!! CELEBRATE WHILE YOU CAN!!

[anywaymuahahahaha]

Manager For A Day ! Chapter 2: Welcome Your New Manager

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With the gates open, and Manager Kirby in charge, Merry Magoland was officially open for business! Kirby quickly zipped through the crowds of the park, gripping Magolor’s beloved managers hat tightly. Kirby had been here many times before as a guest, running from one attraction to the next without a care in the universe. But now, being here as Manager Kirby…everything felt different. '

“Manager Kirby!”

Assistant Waddle Dee trudged over; a clipboard clutched tightly to his chest with an especially exasperated look on his face. 

“There you are! Do you have any idea how much work there is to do?”

“Work?...Right, work! What’s first on the agenda, Assistant Waddle Dee?!” Kirby beamed.

Assistant Waddle Dee let out a long, peeved sigh, before shaking his head. He adjusted his grip on the clipboard he held tightly, angling it away from Kirby’s curious gaze. 

“Typically, after the gates open, the first thing Manager Magolor will do is entertain the guests who are waiting in long lines.” 

“Entertain?… What does he do?” 

“He usually juggles or does magic tricks but if he’s in a really good mood he’ll tell some of his famous jokes.” 

“Wow, Magolor can do all THAT?!” Kirby exclaimed.

Assistant Waddle Dee huffed, clutching his clipboard a little tighter.

Hmph. You come here so much, yet you can’t remember Manager Magolor’s talents? Unbelievable.

“I can tell jokes, too! Watch me!”

Kirby scanned the park, eyes darting from one group of guests to another. Then he spotted the perfect audience! A small group of waddle dees looking especially antsy as they waited outside the Checkerboard Chase ride. With a determined grin, he took off, ready to wow them with his comedy skills. Assistant Waddle Dee rolled his eyes, eager to see what would happen next.

“Maybe after this, we can stop by the café!” one of them said, pulling out a small camera and snapping a picture of some flowers.

“Look at the balloons over there!” their friend pointed excitedly toward a colorful balloon cart.

“Wow, look at those colors! I have to get a picture!”

Waddle Dee lifted the camera to his eye, lining up the perfect shot, only to be met with a face full of pink.

“HI!!” Kirby shouted.

“AH!” Waddle Dee yelped, startled so badly that the camera slipped from his hands, then hit the ground with a heartbreaking crack!

“Noooo, my camera!” he cried, scrambling to pick up the shattered pieces.

“Kirby! What’d you do that for?!” 

“Ah! I’m sooooo sorry!” Kirby shrieked, bouncing back a step. “I, uh…”

The flabbergasted Waddle Dee shot him a bewildered glare as they crouched over the remains of their broken camera. Bits and pieces lay scattered on the ground, and no matter how carefully they tried to reassemble it, the damage was done.

Kirby winced a bit. 

“Oooooh… that’s too bad about your camera…” He awkwardly knelt beside them, hands fidgeting. Silence stretched between them, thick with tension. Then, in a desperate attempt to smooth things over, Kirby forced a grin.

“Hey! Wanna hear a joke?”

Waddle Dee’s eye twitched. ”…Excuse me?”

“It’s really funny!” Kirby blurted, rocking back and forth on his heels.

The Waddle Dees exchanged uncertain glances. One of them muttered, “Is he serious?”

Kirby cleared his throat. “What’s the most dangerous dessert?”

The Waddle Dees just stared. Kirby spread his arms wide, beaming.

”…Whipped cream!”

Silence. An unbearably heavy silence.

Kirby’s grin weakened. “Hehe… get it? Whipped cream?” He let out a nervous chuckle, glancing around, hoping for even just a pity laugh. Instead, he was met with the deadpan stares of two very unhappy customers. One Waddle Dee sighed. Another picked up the shattered camera lens muttering “I told you we should have to gone to Wondaria.”

Kirby gulped. And then…

“Hey! Watch this!”

Before anyone could react, he scooped up the broken camera pieces.

“Wha- hey! What are you doing!?!” Waddle Dee cried, scrambling toward him.

The other Waddle Dee stiffened, eyes darting between each other in horror. Kirby, meanwhile, clutched the fragments with a nervous grin.

“It’s okay! I’m the manager!” he blurted out.

Then (in what could only be described as a terrible decision) he tried to juggle them. It went as well as one would expect. Two seconds in, he tripped over his own feet. His grip slipped. A rogue piece of the camera went flying…

SMACK!

…Right into poor Waddle Dee’s face.

Kirby slowly lowered his arms. ”…Oops.”

“Kirby, what in the world is wrong with you?!” Waddle Dee cried, throwing their hands up in frustration.

Nearby, a few park guests had started to take notice. Some whispered to each other. Others just…stared.

Kirby’s hands twitched at his sides as he heard it. A hushed voice, barely more than a whisper:

“This guy’s the manager?”

Another Waddle Dee responded just as quietly, but the words still reached Kirby’s ears.

“I thought Magolor was the manager!”

Kirby’s stomach twisted into knots. He could feel all the eyes on him.

“I…I am the manager!” he blurted out, voice cracking slightly.

“That would be Interim Manager, actually.”

Assistant Waddle Dee approached, clipboard in hand, already looking like he’s had a long day.

Assistant Waddle adjusted his clipboard, cleared his throat, and addressed the group with a tone dripping in professionalism.

“On behalf of Merry Magoland I sincerely apologize for this… unprecedented display of incompetence you have just witnessed.” He shot a pointed glance at Kirby, who shrank slightly under the weight of his stare.

“Please rest assured that this is not a reflection of our usual standards. Unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond our control and a baffling lapse in judgment, Kirby here has been appointed as Interim Manager for the day. As you can see, this decision has led to catastrophic results.”

He sighed, smoothing out his smock and adjusting his cap. “I assure you that corrective action will be taken immediately, and we will do everything in our power to ensure that this kind of recklessness never occurs again under this establishment’s name.”

Assistant Waddle Dee turned back to Kirby, his voice still calm but his expression anything but. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to have a very serious conversation with Interim Manager Kirby about proper workplace conduct.”

Kirby gulped.

“In the meantime, you can visit our guest services desk, and we’ll gladly reimburse you for your camera. Again, my sincerest apologies. Please enjoy the rest of your time at Merry Magoland!” He waved the guests off with a friendly smile. Probably the first time Kirby has even seen him smile. Then he turned around and his smile completely vanished. He locked eyes with Kirby as he stomped over.

“Kirby!” he snapped. “This is not proper managerial protocol.”

Kirby shrank under Assistant Waddle Dee’s intense gaze. “I… I thought the guests would like it,” he mumbled, slouching slightly under the weight of his small words.

He then let out a long, frustrated exhale and ran a hand down his face. “Well, they didn’t. And now, were financially liable for damaging their property…which is going to come out of my paycheck….”

Kirby stared at the ground, fidgeting his little stubby hands. “I…I just wanted to help…”

Assistant Waddle Dee pulled out his clipboard, flipping through some papers before tapping his pen against it. His tone remained terse, though there was no disguising the edge of impatience bubbling just beneath it. He glanced at his watch, then shook his head with irritation.

“Kirby, look. You clearly gave it your all, but let’s face it. This isn’t going to work out.” His voice was sharp, his gaze sharper. Kirby’s infinite stomach somehow found a way to sink.

“Being a manager is a lot of work. Maybe someday you’ll be able to handle these responsibilities. But…” He paused and took a few steps ahead of Kirby, looking back at him with discontent. “Not today.”

Kirby’s gaze fell to the floor as a teary-eyed frown took over. Assistant Waddle Dee’s words rang like a loud, angry bell in his mind.

“I have no choice but to retrieve Magolor from his office.” He continued as he sauntered away.

Kirby snapped up and nearly warped to Assistant Waddle Dee’s side.

“NO!” He yelped, his voice nearly squeaking like a toy.

“No?” Assistant Waddle Dee turned back slightly.

“I-I mean…There’s no need to get Magolor! I can do it! Sure, I had a little slip-up, but it won’t happen again! I promise I take this manager’s stuff very seriously!” Kirby hollered, flailing his arms around desperately.

Assistant Waddle Dee remained blase, his expression unfaltering as he watched Kirby, arms crossed, and clipboard clutched tightly.

“Please,” Kirby pleaded, his voice trembling withresolve. “Magolor trusted me! He appointed me as manager! I can’t let him down!”

Assistant Waddle Dee’s grip on his clipboard tightened slightly.

For a moment, his expression remained.

Magolor trusted Kirby.

Kirby.

But not him.

The thought crept up before Assistant Waddle Dee could stop it, hitting him in the face like an apple off Whispy Woods. He had been here working tirelessly, making sure the park always ran smoothly. He knew the park like the back of his little orange hand.

And Magolor still chose Kirby.

This shouldn’t have bothered him. He knew Magolor had a history of making …questionable decisions. There was probably no thought put to this at all, and Kirby simply got lucky being the only around at the time. Maybe it wasn’t that deep. But…hearing Kirby talk about Magolor’s trust like it was some kind of sacred gift…made it sting a bit more than Assistant Waddle Dee was willing to admit.

With a sharp sigh, he slightly loosened his tense grip on his clipboard and brushed off the intrusive thoughts.

“Fine. But be aware if this happens again, I’ll have no choice but to inform Manager Magolor.”

Kirby tensed at his words but offered a small, confident nod to Assistant Waddle Dee.

“I won’t let you- or Magolor down! You can count on me!” He quipped.

With a small huff, Assistant Waddle Dee flipped through some papers on his clipboard before tapping his pencil against it. His head remained low, but his eyes stayed focused on Kirby.

“Nevertheless, we have now wasted a significant amount of time, and you’re about to be late for the morning Stamp Rally. I strongly advise we leave at once before any more delays occur.”

“THE STAMP RALLY?! OH, BOY!” Kirby took off running like his life depended on it.

Assistant Waddle Dee adjusted his clipboard under his arm with a sigh. “Unbelievable.”

Wow, this manager’s business is tough! How does Magolor do this everyday? Kirby pondered.

As Kirby approached the gigantic, oversized manager's desk in the heart of the plaza, he started to feel a deep sense of dread when he saw just how many guests were awaiting their stamps. His excited skips slowly dulled to a slow saunter, his smile beginning to tremble. Assistant Waddle Dee close behind, loudly tapped on his clipboard once again. 

“I assume you know how the Stamp Rally works, Manager Kirby?” he asked, his tone rather pointed.

“Sure, I do!” Kirby chirped happily. “Magolor stamps my card and gives me a prize based on how well I did! It’s my favorite!”

Assistant Waddle Dee sighed. “Right. But you aren’t here as a guest… and Magolor’s not here.”

He took a small step forward.

“And you’re manager, remember?”

Kirby froze.

“Oh! Right… ha… I guess I forgot about that…” He let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his head.

Assistant Waddle Dee did not look amused. He sighed as he led Kirby to his post.

“It’s quite simple, really. As you know, when you win a game, you earn a medal based on your placement, bronze, silver, gold, or platinum. Bronze medals are worth the least amount of stamps, and platinum medals are worth the most. Makes sense?”

“Well, sure, but-”

Before Kirby could finish, Assistant Waddle Dee suddenly turned away, pressing his hand to his ear as if listening to something on his headset.

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Got it. I’ll be right there.”

He turned back to Kirby, smoothing out his smock with his hand.

“Kirby, an urgent matter has arisen that I need to attend to. You’ll have to handle the Stamp Rally on your own.”

Kirby’s eyes went wide. “Wait…alone?!”

“Just remember what I told you about the medals, and you’ll do just fine.”

“But I!? what if!? can’t you just-?!” Kirby stammered.

Assistant Waddle Dee was already stepping away, flipping up his clipboard as he walked. “Well, you are the manager! You can handle it.”

He shot Kirby a quick glance over his shoulder, expression unreadable, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Best of luck.”

And with that, he was gone.

Kirby stood frozen as the crowd of guests stared expectantly at him, waiting. His brain scrambled to remember what Assistant Waddle Dee had just explained to him.

Okay… okay… medals. Bronze… bronze is worth… less? Or more? No, wait, less. But how much less? And then silver is… more than bronze? Or is it less?

He squinted at the line of guests, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Gold is good. That one’s easy. But then there’s… the other one. The special one. What was it called again?

Platimum? No, that didn’t sound right.

Plantinum? Plasti—no, not plastic. Plaid? Platypus? Oh no, I already forgot! 

“ASSISTANT WADDLE DEEEE!” Kirby yelled, but alas, he was long gone. 

Kirby sighed, his stubby hands trembling. He gulped, standing frozen as the crowd of guests stared expectantly at him, waiting.

He had been in front of crowds before. He had saved Dream Land so many times. He had faced monsters, intergalactic threats, and reality-warping deities. And yet, nothing had prepared him for the terrifying sight of dozens of Waddle Dees silently watching him, holding up their stamp cards.

His brain scrambled. What was he supposed to say again? What had Waddle Dee told him? There wasn’t any more time to waste thinking it over. It was time to begin!

“Okay! H-here I go!” 

There were a lot of guests. A lot of them. His smile trembled just a little. This was no game booth. This was the real deal.

Alright, Kirby you can do this! With a confident nod, Kirby climbed onto the stool behind the front desk and planted himself at the center of the action. Before him stood a sea of Waddle Dees clutching their stamp cards and looking around anxiously. It didn’t take long for them to realize something was off.

Manager Magolor was nowhere in sight.

Heads tilted. A few Waddle Dees blinked in surprise as they spotted Kirby behind the counter.

Kirby picked up Magolor’s signature stamp and turned it over in his hands. He looked at the crowd, cleared his throat, and flashed a big, proud grin.

“Hi everyone! I’m Kirby!” he announced. “Um, Manager Magolor’s a little tied up at the moment, so I’ll be running the Stamp Rally today!”

There was a pause, then the crowd subtly shifted forward, some Waddle Dees practically trembling with excitement.  

“Okay! With that, let us begin!” He puffed out his chest, then glanced around. “…Who- uh… who’s first?”

For a second, no one moved. Waddle Dees exchanged glances. Then, in a sudden burst of energy, at least five of them lunged forward at once, stamp cards raised.

“Me! Me first!”

“No, me! I was here before you!”

“I won the most games; I should get to go first!”

Kirby panicked a bit as he watched the group tiff. 

“Please! One at a time!” Kirby said nervously. He locked eyes with one of the Waddle Dees and pointed the stamper towards him. 

“You! Come on up!” He said with a smile. 

“Ha!” The chosen Waddle Dee triumphantly smiled and stepped up, placing their card neatly on the counter. Kirby held up the stamper dramatically and….

“Uh.” He squinted at the stamp card. “What exactly do I…” he panicked as his eyes scanned the familiar card. 

“Right here!” Waddle Dee proudly pointed to his card with smug delight. 

“Oh, right! Okay! One stamp for yoooou!” With a confident nod Kirby raised the stamper high and then….

STAMP! 

Kirby flinched. He stood frozen, shoulders tensed, and eyes squeezed shut as if he were bracing himself for an explosion. He cracked one eye open. 

“Um…” a small voice said. Kirby looked down at the Waddle Dee, staring at him with perplexity. 

“Aren’t you gonna give me a prize?” 

Kirby blinked. He looked down. The stamp was perfectly placed on the card. Clean. Centered. No ink on the desk. No accidental stamping of faces. Perfect! 

He let out a tiny breath of relief.

“Oh! Uh, yes! One prize coming up!” He fumbled for the prize box behind the booth, knocking over a stack of cards before finally presenting the Waddle Dee with a little plush Maxim Tomato.

The Waddle Dee gasped with delight. “Thank you!!”

Kirby smiled. “You’re welcome!” He waved as the happy guest trotted away.

The next Waddle Dee was already pushing forward, card in hand.

They stepped forward with the confident swagger of someone who had done this plenty of times. He slapped his stamp card on the counter like he meant business.

Kirby leaned in and blinked. The card was absolutely packed!

“I got all platinum medals,” they said proudly. “That means I get the deluxe prize.”

“Wow! That’s a lot of medals! Congratulations!” Kirby adorned their card with a plethora of stamps. “Okay�� Let’s see what we’ve got…” Kirby flipped through the prize bin and proudly held up the same plush Maxim Tomato he gave the previous guest. “Here you go!”

The Waddle Dee looked at it, then back at Kirby, his smile faltering just a little. “Oh… I thought the deluxe prize was something…better…”

Kirby froze. “Wait!! hang on!” He quickly tossed the tomato back in then grabbed the next thing he could find; a shiny blue Merry Magoland brand water bottle. Kirby cleared his throat, put on his most confident face, and presented it with a dramatic flourish; chin up, eyes closed, grin wide…just like Magolor! 

“A deluxe prize! Just for you!” he said, doing his best Manager Magolor impression, complete with an exaggerated hand wave.

The Waddle Dee looked at the bottle, then up at Kirby with gentle eyes. “Oh… thank you, but I think the deluxe prize is something a bit better than this….”

Kirby’s grin twitched. “R-right! Of course! No problem!”

He dove back into the prize bin, digging past plush Maxim Tomatoes and shiny Energy Drink bottles, pawing deeper with increasing panic. Then his hand brushed something soft. Velvety.

He paused. His eyes widened just a little, a subtle sparkle flickering across them.

Carefully, like uncovering buried treasure, he pulled it out.

A collective gasp rippled through the line.

It was a…Manager Magolor plushie! -complete with his big top hat, an embroidered winking grin, and of course, his big sparkling bow tie. 

The Waddle Dee lit up. “Yes! That’s it! That’s the one!”

They nearly ripped the plushie out of Kirby’s hand as he handed it over. 

They cradled it with both arms and turned to the crowd, practically bouncing with joy.

“Thank you, thank you! I finally got one!” he called out as he ran off, grinning from ear to ear holding his new prize high in the air.

Somewhere in the line, another Waddle Dee muttered, “Lucky…”

Kirby watched the happy guest disappear into the crowd, then glanced down at the plush still in his hand. He shook himself back to attention, stamper at the ready.

“All right! Who’s next?”

Another eager Waddle Dee stepped up, handing over their stamp card with a big, hopeful grin.

Kirby gave it a quick look, stamped their card and smiled. “Great job! Here’s your prize!”

He handed Waddle Dee the standard maxim tomato prize. They took it and stared at it somberly for a moment. Kirby frowned.

“Is something wrong?” 

“Oh… I thought… maybe… I could get a Manager Magolor plushie…like they got…” they said softly.

Kirby blinked. “Oh… uh…Well…” he chuckled nervously as the wide-eyed Waddle Dee looked at him with yearning. “I…I would, but…you don’t have quite enough stamps for that one yet…my apologies,” he explained gently.

Disappointed, but understanding, Waddle Dee nodded but their expression crumbled. Their lip trembled. Their eyes began to water. 

“It’s just that…It’s so cute and…I’ve always wanted one…”

Kirby’s heart sank. He looked at the little tomato keychain in his hands, then at the poor Waddle Dee’s watery eyes. He knew the Manager Magolor plushie was a prize for platinum level stamp card holders only. Rules were rules.

But still…

Kirby peeked under the counter, hesitated, then ever-so-quickly pulled out another Manager Magolor plushie.

“Here… just this once,” he said softly, handing it over hastily, nearly shoving Waddle Dee off so no one would see. 

Waddle Dee’s eye’s widened with wonder as they held the coveted plush manager. The soft, stuffed toy was of impeccable quality. Hand-made by Magolor himself, each had a unique number, and his signature embroidered under the cape in gold thread. It was one of the hottest commodities in the park. You can’t buy them anywhere. Not even Kirby had one.

“Really?! I can have him?!” His tears of woe had turned to tears of joy.

Kirby nodded. “Yeah, go on, take it! Just consider it a gift from Manager Kirby!” He said with a charming wink.

The Waddle Dee squeaked with joy, hugged the plush tightly, then ran off cheering.

“THANK YOU, MANAGER KIRBY!!!” They shouted as they ran back over to their group.  

Kirby smiled to himself. It felt nice to make someone so happy. Magolor did this kind of stuff every day, it was no wonder he’s always in such a delightfully good mood.

“Phew. That was close!” Kirby sighed. 

Then he turned back to the line.

Every guest was staring at him.

Stamp cards held out. Eyes glittering. Arms reaching.

Kirby’s smile weakened. His balance felt unsteady. 

What have I done?!

As Kirby stared in horror at the mob standing before him, another guest stepped forward. They were incredibly small, so little they had to stand on their tippy toes just to peek over the counter. Their round face, hidden behind the Elfilin mask they were wearing (which was way too big), was slowly sliding down their face. They clutched their stamp card with both tiny arms and blinked up at Kirby with wide, sparkling eyes that shimmered like a fresh batch of gem apples.

They cleared their throat, their tiny voice coming out as soft as a whisper.

“Can I have one too… pretty please, Manager Kirby?”

Kirby hesitated. They didn’t have enough stamps. Not even close. He couldn’t just give out the plushies for free. That’s not how it works.

But...

Kirby glanced at the bin behind him. Then at the guest. Then back again.

Their mask had slipped halfway over one eye, and they were still peeking up at him with quiet, hopeful determination.

Slowly, reluctantly, Kirby reached into the bin and pulled out another Manager Magolor plushie.

He leaned over the counter and handed it to them, whispering, “Here… take it!”

They gasped, holding it as if it were the most prized thing they’d ever touched. With a muffled, high-pitched “Thank you!” they gave the plush a squeeze and scurried off, the mask bouncing as they went.

Kirby’s heart nearly melted into a puddle.

But unfortunately for Kirby, puddles didn’t last long in Merry Magoland.

“Manager Kirby!” “I want one too!” “Over here!” “Me next!”

The shouts came first. Then a sea of round feet and wiggling, stubby arms surged forward, swallowing the booth in a tide of chaos. Stamp cards waved like little flags. Some guests were already climbing onto their tiptoes, trying to get closer, faces glowing with anticipation. Kirby blinked as a dozen hopeful eyes sparkled back at him. Then two dozen.

Then more.

They were surrounding Kirby on all sides, each one clutching their stamp cards and silently begging with their whole being.

He gulped. “Here we go.”

The next guest walked up.

Stamp. Plush. “Thank you!” “Next!”

Stamp. Plush. “Thanks, Kirby!” “Next!” Stamp! Plush! “ALL RIGHT!”  “NEXT!!”

Stamp!!!! Plush!!!! “You’re the best, Manager Kirby!” “NEXT!!!!!” Stamp!!!!!! Plush!!!!!!!! “At long last!” “NEEEEEEXT!!!!” At this point, Kirby wasn’t even checking for stamps anymore. Manager Magolor plushies flew from his hands like missiles. It was a full-blown plushie giveaway extravaganza, and Kirby was the machine behind it.

Plush. Smile. Repeat. Plush. Smile. Repeat. Plush! Smile! Repeat! His brain was itchy. His cheeks ached from excessive smiling. His body felt like pudding. His arms moved faster than his mind could even keep up. Then, in the midst of the chaos….He suddenly saw…

…Himself!?

There stood a familiar round, pink, smiling face Eyes wide, arms ready, stamp card in hand.

Kirby froze. He rubbed his eyes and leaned closer in disbelief. 

“Is… is that… me?”

He stared, unblinking. 

Woah am I crazy?! What is happening?!?!

He looked at his own stubby arms. Then back at the identical puffball staring at him.

The other “Kirby” tilted its head ever so slightly. Kirby leaned in closer, eyes widening. 

And then, the round pink head tilted back, and a giggling Waddle Dee peeked out from behind a Kirby mask.

“Haha, fooled ya!” they giggled.

Kirby let out a small, startled yelp, flailing back a few inches before clutching his chest. “Ohhh! Right… the souvenir masks!” He blinked a few times, then burst into a relieved laugh. “I thought I was seeing double!”

The Waddle Dee kept giggling as Kirby handed over a plushie. “You really got me,” He admitted with a sheepish grin.

“Thank you, Manager Kirby!” With a beaming smile, the Waddle Dee skipped off into the plaza, their perfectly round Kirby mask covering their face.

The line kept moving. The plushies kept coming.

And Kirby? He kept going. His arms were aching, but he wasn’t about to stop now.

This was for Magolor!

If he was going to step up as manager, even just for a day, he was going to give it everything he had. Not far from the crowd, a familiar figure quietly weaved through the plaza.

Assistant Waddle Dee, dressed in his crisp, clean uniform and signature blue cap, walked past crowds of cheerful guests, his clipboard tucked close to his side. His pace was calm, but his eyes moved carefully, scanning the flood of identical plushies clutched in nearly every pair of hands.

He slowed to a stop beside one guest who was sitting under a tree with their plushie.

“Excuse me, where did you get that?” he asked, his voice cool and polite.

“Oh!” the guest beamed. “Manager Kirby is giving them away to everyone!”

Assistant Waddle Dee didn’t blink. “Everyone?...” He said.

“That’s right! I only had a bronze medal, but he gave me the deluxe prize anyway! Manager Kirby is the best!”

His gaze shifted, locking onto the booth across the plaza where Kirby was still hard at work. Another plush flew over the counter, followed by an enthusiastic cheer.

He stared.

Just for a moment.

Then he gave the Waddle Dee a friendly pat on the head.

“Thank you! Enjoy your time at Merry Magoland!”

Then, he turned and walked away, slipping between the trees near the edge of the plaza. His cap dipped low as he vanished into the shade, quiet as a breeze.

Nearly every guest now had a Manager Magolor plushie in their hands. Some were chatting excitedly, others were busy showing off their plushies to friends, and some were already posing for souvenir photos with them. The park was bursting with energy in every corner!

As much as Kirby wanted to celebrate how well things were going, he had a job to do, and he wasn’t about to let Magolor down. He puffed out his cheeks and grabbed the next plushie with determined focus. He was so focused that he barely noticed when the crowd began to thin out. Finally, only one guest remained.

Kirby reached for another plushie…But felt nothing.

The bin was empty. He had given out every single Manager Magolor plushie. They were all gone. Kirby gasped. 

“They’re all gone?! Oh, no…” Kirby sighed regretfully and turned to face the guest.

“I…I’m sorry. We’re out of plushies.” He muttered sadly. 

But Waddle Dee just smiled. In fact, he looked familiar! This was the original Waddle Dee who had started it all, still holding his beloved Manager Magolor plushie tightly with both arms.

“That’s okay, Manager Kirby!” he said gently. “I already got mine. I just came back to say thank you.”

Kirby blinked.

“You really made my day! Merry Magoland is my favorite place ever and today has been my favorite day ever! Thank you, Manager Kirby! I’ll never forget this!” 

Kirby mustered up a small grin with what little energy he had left.

“Th-Thank you! I’m always happy to help put a smile on your face!” He gleamed, channeling his inner Manager Magolor a bit. 

Waddle Dee gave a cheerful little wave and waddled off back into the plaza.

“Have a great day at Merry Magoland!” Kirby waved cheerfully as he watched him take off. The moment they were out of sight, an overwhelming sense of peace set in. The silence almost felt like a reward. His wave slowed, then stopped as he turned around. With a quiet thud, he slid down to the floor in a tired heap. He let out a long, relieved sigh. He was happy he could make so many guests smile today, but now that all the excitement was over, the exhaustion of it all began to take its toll. His arms were heavy, feet sore, his brain… mush. Being manager…even for a day…was harder than it looked. Kirby let out a big yawn and rubbed his eyes.

I’m just gonna close my eyes. Just for a second…

Juuuuuust a second…

Then…

“KIRBY!”

With a startled gasp, Kirby jolted awake in a panicked frenzy. He sat up, still a bit disoriented from sleep. Once his vision cleared, he froze in horror. Booths were in ruins, trees were on fire, masks were strewn all over the ground, some of them trampled under careless stomps. Kirby rubbed his eyes, blinking a few times hoping he was just seeing things again.

“KIRBY, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” A voice from above boomed. Kirby looked up and saw Magolor floating overhead, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“M-Magolor? You’re back!” Kirby stuttered, rising unsteadily to his feet.

Magolor turned around and observed the destruction with his trembling hands pressed atop his head.

“Kirby…How could you let his happen?” he said, his voice cracked with despair.

“Magolor, I don’t know I- I” Kirby couldn’t find the words. “It…It was an accident I promise- “

“I trusted you, Kirby…” Magolor said, his head down low. “I believed in you.”

His words stabbed Kirby like an ultra-sword. He took a shaky step forward.

“Magolor-“

“Just stop!” Magolor’s angry voice boomed. His tone beginning to sound eerily familiar.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left you in charge…” He said, his hands beginning to conjure a sphere of energy. Kirby didn’t move. In fact, he couldn’t move. Magolor edged closer to him, his eyes glowing red as his hands crackled and glowed with magic energy.

“Magolor, please I tried my best!” Kirby pleaded. But it was too late, Magolor raised his hand and with one swift push he launched a deadly burst of magic right at Kirby.

The blast got closer and closer and then…

SMACK!!!

“Kirby?....KIRBY!” A warped voice crept through his consciousness.

“KIRBY!!!”

With a yelp, Kirby popped upright, blinking rapidly in confusion. He looked around. The sky was blue. The park was intact. No smoke, no fire… Kirby sighed in relief.

Phew. It was just a dream.

His relief was short-lived, though, as he looked up to see a blurry figure standing over him, arms planted firmly at their sides.

“Magolor?...” Kirby said, still groggy.

“Nope. Try again.” The familiar voice barked. Finally, Kirby’s vision cleared and revealed Assistant Waddle Dee to be the one standing there.

“Do you have any idea how long it took to wake you up?!”

“Assistant Waddle Dee!” Kirby exclaimed. “Was…the park just on fire?”

“On fire?” He raised an eyebrow. “What are you even talking about?”

“Hehehe, nothing…”

Waddle Dee took a deep breath, clearly trying to stay composed. “Kirby, let me ask you something…and please, think carefully before answering. Did every guest you encounter today have the proper number of stamps required for the deluxe Manager Magolor doll?”

Kirby’s nervous smile dissipated. Waddle Dee stepped closer, lowering his voice with a sharp edge. “Because we are now completely out of deluxe prizes. That was supposed to last the entire weekend. And now they’re all gone.”

Kirby said nothing. His cheeks turned red, and he lowered his gaze to the floor, arms held close to his round body.

“And while you were napping on the job,” Waddle Dee continued, pacing now, “I was making final preparations for the show which we’re now running late for?”

“Wait, did you say, show?”

“Yeah, that’s right! The show! Let’s go!” Assistant Waddle Dee spun around, grabbed Kirby’s hand, and yanked him forward with a shove.

Kirby’s eyes widened. “Wait… a show? I can’t put on a show! I’m not prepared!”

Waddle Dee huffed. “Relax, they’re not here to see you. You’re just introducing them.”

Kirby blinked. “Oh… ohhh. That’s not so bad.” He let out a breath of relief, shoulders relaxing just a little. “Wait. Introducing who, exactly?”

Waddle Dee kept walking. “Mr. Dooter.”

Kirby froze in place. “M-Mr. Dooter? The same guy who tried to steal the Lor’s right wing and attacked me and my friends?!”

“He prefers ‘professional entertainer’ these days. But yes.”

Waddle Dee grabbed Kirby’s hand and tugged him forward again, but Kirby dug his feet into the ground.

“Wait! Why is Mr. Dooter here?!” Kirby yelped.

“He comes here every week. Does a magic show in the Plaza Pavilion. It’s a big hit with the tourists.”

Kirby blinked. “Mr. Dooter... does a magic show…here?”

“That’s what I said. Now, your job, Manager Kirby, is to introduce him to the audience.”

“What do I say?...This is Mr. Dooter! He’s big and does magic!?”

“Don’t be absurd. There’s a script. Manager Magolor wrote it himself. All you have to do is read it.”

He shoved a folded piece of paper into Kirby’s hands. Kirby looked down at it, eyes narrowing.

Before he could say anything else, Waddle Dee gave him a gentle push. “Come on. We’re almost at the stage.”

They rounded a corner, and Kirby’s stomach dropped.

The plaza pavilion was packed. Hundreds of guests buzzed with excitement, their eager eyes focused on the stage ahead. Lights blinked, music played, and a spotlight burned bright at the curtain’s edge, waiting for him.

Kirby took a small step back. He clutched the paper tighter. His heart thumped in his chest. Another crowd... Another moment where all eyes are on him.

Behind him, Assistant Waddle Dee stood silently, watching. His face was calm and composed, but there was something off about it. Too calm. Too still. His eyes narrowed just slightly, focused, unreadable, like he knew something Kirby didn’t. There was no more time to waste. Kirby stepped onto the first stair leading to the stage, the script trembling slightly in his hands. He took a deep breath, steadying himself.

“It’s Showtime!”

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[temerity14]

Welcome to temerity has ADHD and procrastinates even fun things! Lightning round of 12 Days of TDP because I forgot. Every. Day.

#12, fave season: minus the way the sunfire plotline dragged on, S5 with S6 being a close second. I loved the secondary villains and the rayllum growth, it was just really good.

#11, fave quote: I have many, but; "Horses need hay! I am bringing hay to the horses! Hungry, hungry horses!" Soren is just the best.

#10, fave lore: The magic system in general, it tickles my brain in a very nice way and I love anything with runes or other languages

#9, fave extra content: oooooh..... gotta be Bloodmoon Huntress and Dreamers Nightmare (i will not choose between them). i love the way you can see where aspects of their characters come from, and Kim'dael is perfect and Broyals are life.

#8, fave episode: frozen ship. no words, it's pure amazingness.

RFSDOJSOIFJOISEF I MEAN LOOK AT THIS

#7, fave fandom moment: Oh wow, I haven't been here for long.... uh. I can't think of anythign, so I'm just gonna say the community in general. It's just really sweet being part of something large-ish and everybody's super nice (here, anyway. cough cough reddit grow up)

#6, fave scene: WHY MAKE ME CHOOSE? oh, wait - the talk Amaya and Rayla had in the bookery. beside it having the rayllum sepia montage (which is beautiful btw wonderstorm is amazing), I just love the way they drew parallels between Rayla and Amaya and how weirdly caring Amaya is while also being terrifying. I maybe cried a little when I watched it.

#5, fave fanwork: Again, why must I chose? This is cruel and unusual punishment (ignore the fact that this is voluntary). hoihioajhfoafisof......... probably The Encyclopedia of Elves. It's got a lot of fascinating depth and is what really tipped me over the line into wanting to make my own fanfiction.

#4, fave ship: Do I even need to say it. Rayllum. They have corrupted my braincells and live rent free in my head and everything about them I adore. couldn't find an image to convey my complete and utter obsession so have a S3 collage instead

#3: fave character: THEY'RE ALL MY CHILDREN DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE NOOOO I LOVE THEM EQUALLY. I REFUSE TO MAKE A DESISION ON THIS ONE.

[evil-youth-messrs]

In honor of Vengeance Saga cover reveal, welcome back to Moments in Epic That Make Me Go Insane ™️. In today's episode, we have The Thunder Saga and The Wisdom Saga. (I decided to split Act II in half, so the last part will be up after all sagas are released!)

Previous parts include: Troy, Cyclops, Ocean | Circe | Underworld. Without further ado, let's goo 👉

The Thunder Saga⚡️

~ee ee aaa ee ee aa aa pe-ne-lo-peee pe-ne-lo-pee~

oh, I would, but IIII've been suffering, trying to float the whole time-I would take the suffering from youuu

but only if you answer a question or two... of course!

okay, soo let'ssayIwasontherun or hiding from.... I dunno 🙄 POSEIDON! 😜

he will chase you high and low so find a place he'd never go, the one way you'll get home is sailing where he's scared to roam oh, it's through the lair of Scylla *DUN* (also the way this mimics the "He will burn your house and throne..." from The Horse and The Infant)

now jump in the water! Penelope whyy? you know I'm too shyyy 🥺👉👈🎀

aah, the things I'd do for you *shoots her*

*the electronic sounds at the beginning of Different Beast*

I know underwater there are packs of you hiding

you didn't notice that your friends got snatched! WHAT 😦

we are the ones who con-quer

while on the run from Poseidon we found a ship with no crew, I realized nearby there were sirens!

spare us, oooh, spare us, pleeaase 🙏

CUT OFF THEIR TAILS! we're ending this now, throw their bodies back in the water, let them drown NOOOO

KILL EM ALLL

*pum pum pum pum* The Lair of Scyllaaa 🤲

you hide a reason for shaaame~

leaving them feeling betraayyed~

Eurylochus, light up six torches 💀

ROW FOR YOUR LIVES! DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARSSSS *the entire verse that Scylla sings* DIE IN THE BLOOD WHERE YOU BATHE

*the instrumentals in this saga are all so good omg*

look me in the eyes and tell me, Captain, that you did not just sacrifice six men 😥

then you have forced my hand *epic guitar riff*

EURYLOCHUS! EURYLOCHUS! EURYLOCHUS! ODYSSEUS! ODYSSEUS! ODYSSEUS!

*the luck runs out reprise basically omg*

aaaaah aaah 👼🙏

this statue, the god of the sun~

please don't tell me you're about to do what I think you'll do 🥺

Ody

I'm just a maaan EURYLOCHUS NOOOO

you've doomed us😦

these cows were immortal, they were the sun god's friends and now that we pissed him off who do you think he'll send?!

fullspeedahead FASTER fullspeedahe-*THUNDER*

*the entire Thunder Bringer, but especially:*

*the intro electronic brass melody*

PRIDE IS A DAMSEL IN DISTRESSSSS

in the end it's all the same once I apply all the pre-ssure

THUNDERRR⚡️ BRING HERR THROUGH THE WRINGERRRR SHOW HER I'M THE JUDGEMENT CALL THE ONE ☝️ WHO MAKES HER KINGDOM FALL

✨️enlighten me✨️, king of Ithaca

and suffer a gruesome fateOF THE THUNDERR BRINGERR...

SUBLIIIME YOU FOR YOUR ACT OF CRIMEE

CHOOSE choose? 🥺

please don't make me do this - when? does a comet become a meteor? - I can take the suffering from youu

captain? I have to see her 🥺 but we'll die 🥺 I know 😔

*can you tell this is my favourite saga*

The Wisdom Saga ⏳️

it's just me, myself and I 😊 stuck in my bedroom 😖

cause I'm stuck with your storiess~

if so, then give me sirens and a cyclops! give me giants and a hydra! I know life and fate are SCAry but I wanna be LEgenDAry

the minotaaauuur even cerberus

L-L-L-L-LEGENDARY

where is he??? where is the man who'll have you to wife???? ooOoOh???

give me a chance, a single opportunity and I'll overcome these obstacles and scrutiny and-BOY

WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT CHAMP

you'll have run of of b~o~nes to break

*tick tick* need some help? 😏

uppercut him, NOW woah HOW DID I DO THAT?? 😲😲

I just made your *thoughts* *quick* (get it)

I've seen plenty enough! to truly understand this kind of field

take advantage now and stRRRRike, little wolf, STRIKE

Athena 🥺

I've never felt strong before, you're my friend, I couldn't ask for more 🫂

I don't think he'll miiiiind

you're a good kid 🥹

keep your friends close and your enemies closer RUTHLESSNESS IS MERCY UPON OURSELVES one wrong move and you're done for anything I SONG OF PAST ROMANCE I SEE THE we won't take more suffering from you DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS (yes this was necessary)

🪘🏝🪘🏝🪘🏝

tell me though, who's Penelope? ☺️ she's my wife 💀 ..........anyways!

from here on out you're mine, all mine-HELL NAH

last I checked, godesses can't die hihihi

bow down now to the immortal ~Calypso~

my island stays unkNOwnNO I don't belong here, there's something wrong here

*the bg music especially when he sings "I won't be drawn to love in paradise"*

it will be fine dear, come back inside dear

oooooooooh oooooooh ATHENA 😭

father, god king, rarely do I ask for favors, now I'm knocking~ on your door

divine intervention, is that what you seek? 😝😤

great - very well - eh - alright - groovy - bring it

Apollo! you all know I'm a fan of catchy songs 🕺🕺

why should I give him my support? he sacrificed his own cohort (rip uncle hort 😔)

Aphrodite~ your little high and mighty~ Odysseus

really Athena? these old tricks?

Areeees, Areeeees

what kind of sick coward! holds back his power while his friends get devoured? he didn't even fight Scylla, DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO KILL HER (his theme mathing Athena's, omg it's details like this that make this musical a masterpiece)

hey baby 💃🕺🪩

he's got the mind of a genius try harder he's pretty skilled with words you can do better than that hE's kINdA fUnNy? 🥴 ehhh never once has he cheated on his wife 💀 ...release him

no one beats me, no one wins my game! THUNDERRR BRING HERR THROUGH THE WRINGERRRR

As always, thank you for reading (this was really long, give yourself a pat on the back if you made it this far!)

We'll be back one more time! 💛

[anouchard]

Malevolent Liveblog: Episode 15.

Spoilers beneath the cu(l)t:

Beautiful piano.

OH CHRIST I FORGOT IT'S THIS BIT

NONONONO

How did I forget this happens here. This opening was TRAUMATIC.

Phenomenal acting from Harlan though.

Note to John: Arthur is very much not OK.

Asking some VERY interesting questions here, buddy.

Still wanna know if Anna links in more.

A Web, you say?

Oooooh, Vanguard lore.

"I'm not doing it for you ... but you're welcome." The audacity of this man.

Mountains of Madness? Mountains of Madness tonite, King??

"Like the base of a mountain" yooooooo

Arthur Lester has the purest (and rarest) laugh.

Hey Alexa, play Darude: Sandstorm

uh oh

May prove ultimately fatal? Damn.

Who's to say it will hold our weight? Hmmmm

"long and limbless" serpent? Serpent? Giant draconic serpent? Yesssssss

ELECTRICAL giant draconic serpent!

Playing with lightning here, boys.

Lads don't kill, just leave.

I can't believe they used a metal pole to try and kill an electrical beastie. Besties why.

"That was not a well-thought-out plan". Well, it is you, Artie (/hj).

NEVER just call it dead.

But also noooo

"Thank you"

I'm guessing that one is for John, huh?

"... the front of the boat"

"The bow."

"Right."

... cute.

Shaving kit! Arthur is about to be ✨️dapper✨️.

Why *IS* there a boat in the Dreamlands?

You don't know what a bow is but you can identify the Captain's Quarters, buddy?

Ohhh. Was the King here? Leading people, leaving traces? That would make sense.

Frank's (?) notes are like my funky shorthand.

Never realised how like a TTRPG this is written. John sounds like such a GM. Love it.

OH, of COURSE John would be feeling the sand in the eye. Poor kid.

I like this being almost a reverse sea adventure.

Boat? Check

Cliffs? Check

Storm? Check.

"So we're at sea?"

"Nah, desert."

"... what."

Hilarious.

Poor creature :(

"It's already so hot" MOOD, BUDDY.

"You can make me whole agaiiiii-" no, wait, we don't want that.

Well, that escalated quickly.

OH, so if Artie dies, John takes over?

I mean ... huh.

METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING

Harlan Guthrie your phrasing is so eloquent. Superb. Great job.

Arthur getting his steps in. 🚶‍♂️

To the right, trace the wall now y'all.

Well this sounds lovely.

Arthur thinks the same.

It is genuinely cool though.

MOSS MOSS MOSS MOSS

THE MOSS SPEAKS

SENTIENT, WHISPERING MOSS

Maybe not the time to interrogate the meaning of fear, but eh.

What is it with arboreal and botanical entities this season, folks?

The moss continues to speak. This is VERY cool.

Oooooooh ...

Aaaaaaaand SCENE.