#event: galacta's birthday

[feralgalaxy]

Happy Birthday to our favorite grumpy guy, Galacta Knight!

You wanna know the silliest thing, though? It seems like the poor guy forgot what's so special about today! Poor guy, millions of years in imprisonment will do that to ya. Someone should probably jog his memory.

[themaskedswordsmen-blog]

After going through his crayons and glitter, Kirby presented a handmade card to Galacta!

  {✧} It’s safe to say he adores it.

[skull-keeta-art]

This is super self indulgent, I'm not sorry

Anyways,,, so many years ago I had wanted to design an outfit for my Galacta so they would have something to wear that isn't just their armor. I made a few changes to the outfit since then, but I think it came out amazing.

In this outfit they look ready to go to a fancy party or something, after all I do head canon that he enjoys dancing at events any chance he gets.

But yeah, it's my birthday today and this is my gift to myself. I'm really happy with this piece so I hope some of you like it even a fraction that I do. I'm probably gonna draw one more Galacta centered piece before I start drawing some other characters from this series (as long as my Galacta brain rot lets me that is)

[feralgalaxy]

White-Winged Galacta being given a perfectly safe gift: WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS A TRAP?? ITS GOT TO BE A TRAP. OH MY GOD-

Lavender-Winged Galacta being given a gift from hell itself: Hooonk shooo hoonk mimimimimi

[feralgalaxy]

[expvrgction] (from this meme!) 💭+ Birthday recap @ Galacta

Shh... He's Thinking

"Ugh... Where to even begin with that."

A considerable amount of time had passed since his birthday and the gifting of an object that sent poor Galacta into a frenzied state. Nightmares plagued his sleeping mind while his body temporarily went on a small scale rampage. Granted the destruction wasn't as bad as it could have been, it still rattled him to his core.

"I've been trying to forget about that whole incident." The warrior snarled. "And so far, it's been working... Up until now, that is."

He visibly glared at that. "I'm still dealing with it, even though I snapped out of it several months ago. I really dislike the idea of losing control like that, and I hate that it may have..."

Galacta paused. His gaze cast to the side as he averted eye contact. "Others might think of me... Nobody died this time, but... Urgh..."

Those feathers on his back began to raise and puff out in his discomfort. His growling voice a became a low, venomous murmur.

"Perhaps... Letting others in was a mistake after all..."

[feralgalaxy]

Sat up in a tree, Galacta Knight finds himself staring at the stars above. The leaves above shuffle and shift in the faint breeze, but he doesn't seem to mind the obstructed view so much.

How silly was it that he forgot his own birthday? His earlier bewilderment made the knight chuckle outwardly, and yet internally he felt a little stab in his heart.

This was the first time he had celebrated it in millions of years. It was his first birthday outside of the crystal, and it was... Good.

Well, for the most part.

He's taken to burying the box in a shallow grave at the base of his tree. He couldn't think of anything else he could do to keep any ill effects at bay, especially when his resources were so limited. Galacta hoped that this would do for the night, and he'd take it to Meta Knight first thing in the morning. And then it would be gone, and he can get back to work on bettering himself.

For now, though, his eyes grew heavy. Sleep called him, and Galacta didn't resist...

[feralgalaxy]

A wrapped box and envelope eventually make their way to the old man. Upon opening, the box is found to contain an elegant matcha mousse cake - yet another dessert to add to the pile. The envelope's contents are more intriguing. First, an index card with carefully written Halcandrian script: "Happy Birthday Galacta Knight". Second, a small note in Gamble Common: "If you come across any suspicious gifts, especially ones with *red crystals*, tell me ASAP. I may know how to dispose of them. -MK"

Happy Birthday, Galacta Knight!

Harshly, he tries to smooth out those feathers that still refused to lie still. A few fall loose and drift to the floor, but Galacta again tries to shove that uncomfortable lump of worry down his throat- Another gift has arrived, after all.

He comes across the card first, eyes immediately locking onto what was written in his mother tongue.

Happy Birthday Galacta Knight

It was a little phrase, one that could be easily pulled from a textbook and jotted down, but the thought alone made his heart swell. He really missed being able to read things in Halcandran, y'know?

But then he notices some more writing, this time in the new age Gamble Common. A little more effort has to go into translating this, but he gets the message. A feeling of warmth immediately sweeps over him. Was it from being reminded of that things existence, or relief that it could be taken off of his hands and discarded safely?

He steals a glance at the box sat some feet behind him, as if its contents would come to life and stab him in the back. It takes all his willpower to wrench his thoughts away and back to the actual gift itself.

Another dessert? He certainly wasn't complaining about that. Galacta has a sample, mulling over the first bite. Sweet, yet bitter at the same time. Two tastes that were opposite of each other as one? It feels like it shouldn't work, and yet it does!

He eagerly finishes up the mousse, pleased with this dessert's bold flavor.

[feralgalaxy]

Just a heads up! I will be accepting Galacta birthday asks from now up to Sunday! So we have the whole weekend to pester and make him feel loved

[feralgalaxy]

"Nunu! Nunu! Hap-py! Hap-py!" The fuzzy little ball of energy raises up a large fancy dinner plate with her paws to the knight, a very crudely frosted piece of vanilla cake on top of it. Happy Birthday, Galacta Knight!

Happy Birthday, Galacta Knight!

It was simply impossible for Galacta Knight to hold back the softest "Aw!"

I mean come on. Look at that. How could anyone in their right mind not melt at least a little?

"Thank you, Hyppi." He grinned, accepting the cake. It was another sweet treat he hadn't had the chance to try yet, and at this point he had to admit that if there was one thing the modern world had over the past it had to be their birthday rituals.

"Here, hows about we split it? A little for you and a little for me, yeah?"

He knelt down to the child's level, cutting the little cake neatly in half and offering it to Hyppi.

When it did come time to taste the cake, Galacta was again pleased. It was much simpler compared to chocolate, but vanilla seemed to be more about enjoying the taste of the sweet sugar of the desert than any more pronounced flavors.

[feralgalaxy]

A Squeaker has delivered a gift box! Inside are a bunch of homemade sweets and pastries, and a note written in Halcandran is attached. "Happy birthday. Hang in there."

Happy Birthday, Galacta Knight!

"Wait a minute... That's today?"

Even though nobody else besides the Squeaker is here to see this little moment, a twinge of embarrassment washed over Galacta Knight after he reads the note from his alternate.

How does anyone manage to forget their own birthday!?

He bites down the feeling however, and turns his attention to the gift box. The wonderfully sweet scent of homemade goods lifts his soul, and he's really eager to try some of them.

Before that, however, he has something else to take care of. And for that he will need a piece of paper...

[feralgalaxy]

🆗 :)

Help the Muses Won't Shut Up-

Verse: Dreamy Gears

((Content Warning for Trauma, War, PTSD, and Flashbacks. This also got to be a bit long oopsie))

~~~

I don't like this.

I don't like this one bit.

There was apparently something worth celebrating today. He couldn't remember what exactly, but it was either a holiday or a birthday. And that, of course, required a big flashy party everyone in the Town of Light was invited to, themed around a masquerade.

Galacta Knight scarcely took off his mask and armor, and he was apparently the perfect guest.

He didn't like the people he shared a town with. He didn't like it when they invited him to parties and lorded him as a rare treat of a guest. It was as if he were a unicorn to these idiotic people.

After enough badgering, however, Galacta Knight relented. Maybe this one time, it would be different. It would be nice to make an acquaintance or two, right...?

Big mistake.

The hosts were surprised to see such a rare guest come by, and the doting and praise and god forsaken questions began. It was just another reminder as to why he didn't go to these events in the first place. He hated it.

Then the dance began. Galacta Knight chose to sequester himself to the walls of the ballroom just by the balcony and far away from the dance floor. Idly, he watched the couples as the band played a waltz, helping himself to a sample of champagne that had been passed around.

Oh, it was mind numbing. But then-

"Hello. Are you-"

The sudden presence of a female voice right near him caused the Knight to flinch, nearly spilling his drink on the floor. They both backpedal away from eachother in their momentary moment of fright.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you!" She apologized, adjusting her lace mask that had been tipped askew by the encounter.

Galacta Knight met her with a slight leer and step backwards- only to hit the wall he had been hugging.

"I just noticed you were kind of hanging out here alone and... Well, I know the feeling." She mused. "I'm not much into these social gatherings either, not really sure why I keep going since I'm such a introvert."

The veteran's brow raised at that. "Why go in the first place then? If that's the case." He said a little colder than he intended.

The lady shrugged in response. "Hm. I thought I could use the social interaction. But it's really hard to get out of your shell than it seems... But I was surprised to see you back over here, Sir Galacta Knight." She mentioned. "The host was really happy you came, I thought you were more comfortable around here with how he honored you!"

Galacta Knight clenched his teeth a little. "I don't ever attend these things for that exact reason. I hate it when they-"

"Parade you around?" She finished his thought, a look of understanding in her eyes. "I know what that's like, believe it or not."

Silence hung between them for a precious moment. Though his face was covered with his signature crosscut mask, Galacta was left wide-eyed, mouth slightly agape while she seemed to smile gently. What could she mean by that?

The lady moves past him and to the balcony door, subtly opening the way outside. "Perhaps we can talk somewhere a little less busy?"

~~~

Maybe this wasn't such a big mistake after all.

The woman- Miss Flowerwall, she was called- was not as bad as Galacta's instincts had him believe. She was respectful of his boundaries, she didn't ask him annoying questions about the war or push him to talk.

It was... What he was hoping for from tonight.

The balcony led down into the garden, perfectly quiet and abandoned while the rest of the partygoers danced the night away. Sir Galacta Knight and Miss Flowerwall contentedly explored the grounds, with him still holding a nearly finished glass of champagne and her keeping a respectable distance, though he didn't mind her getting a little closer.

And it turned out she was really into floriculture and botany.

What luck, he knew a thing or two about that as well.

"Such pretty pink flowers." She remarked, passing by a green vine dotted with them, topped with a bulb not in bloom yet. "I've never seen this one before."

"That's a Dreamstalk." Galacta Knight answered, subtly coming to her side to investigate it with her. "It's very well taken care of. Seeing it bloom will be something to behold. And from the looks of it, that might be soon."

"Oh wow!" Miss Flowerwall squealed. "I can't believe I hadn't seen one until now! When did you...?"

"My wife once dragged me to our garden one summer because ours had bloomed." He reminisced. "She was blind, and she... Wanted me to describe it to her."

Galacta had been quick to dip into the happy memory only to be hit with a pang of grief and embarrassment. Shoot, that was inappropriate. She didn't need to know about that-

Miss Flowerwall smiled, noting the Puffball's averted gaze. "Oh... Hey, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I didn't mean to bring it up."

"No, I... Didn't mean anything by it. Ahah." Galacta righted himself, shaking the memory off. "That was a long time ago now, and-?"

Something whizzed in the air, cutting off the elder's thought. With a look of befuddlement, he stared turned to stare into the direction the sound had come from.

And then there was an explosion of red in the night sky.

His feathers stuck out in fright and the tulip glass was dropped, shattering on the ground while the firework popped. Soon after that, another one flew into the night and burst in a flash of yellow.

His heart began to race.

For a moment, the brilliant green of the garden bathing in the moon morphs into a scene of brown mud and decay. Another bomb goes off, and smoke fills the sky.

He swear he can hear screaming.

"Oh, how lovely!" His friend chimes. "I always forget about this part of the- Ahh!"

Galacta Knight tackles her to the ground, plowing into the Dreamstalk on their way down. With such strength, he pulls them both behind a shrub for cover.

"What- Galacta!?" She cried out. "What do you think-"

"Down! Get down, right now!" The warrior blurts, guarding her with an imaginary shield he had convinced himself was in his grasp. "I'll cover you, just-"

"C-Cut it out!" She trembled, trying to escape the crazed Knight, but was unable to move out from under his impressive power. "They're just-"

"Damn it, Empress!" Galacta roared at her. "Not even you can survive a direct hit from one of those bombs! Just stay down and let me help!"

With an iron grip on her wrist, the Puffball desperately flaps his wings. "I can get us out of here. We're outgunned out here."

They aren't getting anywhere. His attempts at flying get him a foot off the ground at most before he falls back down and tries again.

"Empress, hold on-"

"I'm- I'm not-" She whimpered. "My name's Flowerwall, Galacta Knight!"

Another firework went off. A painful shock enters his mind.

A blue light heralded the return of the garden. Background noises fade into nothing as the shield dissolves in his mind and he finds nothing in his hands. The beloved friend he lost in combat warps back to a terrified Flowerwall, mask fallen off and tears pricking at her eyes.

"... ... ... Who...?" His heart lurched. Sounds in the background become fuzzy as the reality of the situation hits him.

"... I'm-" He moves to help her stand, but stops when she recoils.

He doesn't blame her.

The knight backs away from her, steel sabatons crunching the broken remains of his dropped glass like ice. Some people from the party heard the commotion from the garden and poke their heads out to gawk.

"... I'm sorry."

Galacta Knight makes for the fence and jumps it, not looking back at the garden, the mansion, Miss Flowerwall, any of it.

On his lonesome, he returns home and swears to never entertain the idea of going to a party again.

[themaskedswordsmen-blog]

  {✰} Meta thanks his lucky stars every day for his good hearing, but today in particular he’s extra glad to be blessed with heightened senses. After knocking on Galacta’s door three times, he was able to hear everything--Galacta’s gasp, him quickly setting something down on a table, then the hushed curse he mutters under his breath as he makes his way over to the door. 

  He’s already grinning the moment it opens, and hardly gives Galacta more than two seconds to process what’s going on before he’s offering him a rectangular cardboard box adorned with a white ribbon with his free hand. 

  {✧} ❝Meta, you--❞ His voice abandons him for a moment at the sight of the box. As he takes it, a grin appears on his face. ❝And here I thought my only present was going to be a day off. Thank you, Meta!❞

  {✰} ❝You know me better than that, Galacta Knight. The only reason I didn’t give this to you earlier was that you were still asleep when I knocked the first time,❞ he chuckles, stepping back a little to give him a bit of space. ❝Go ahead and open it. I really think I’ve outdone myself this year.❞

  {✧} ❝You’re a beacon of humility,❞ he teases, but Galacta’s mischievous grin fades upon opening his gift. He takes in a gentle gasp at the sight of what lies in the box.

  There’s two pairs of rings bound by thin golden chains, each cuff adorned with sparkling rose quartz and gold carved into the shapes of feathers. The rings themselves gleam platinum, polished to the point of casting their own reflections. 

  ❝Are these...❞

  {✰} ❝--for your horns,❞ he interjects, voice laced with pride and admiration. ❝These took me two weeks to craft, but they were worth it. You have jewelry for almost everything but your horns, so I thought I’d rectify that. What do you think?❞

  {✧} His first answer comes in the form of a sudden, one-armed hug. ❝Meta, they’re stunning! I can’t wait to try them on!❞

  {✰} He reciprocates the hug with one arm as well, for in the hand that was unoccupied with the gift box, Meta holds a covered basket. He cannot help but to purr a little knowing that he’s done well enough with his gift to earn an embrace. 

  After a moment of savoring the contact, he pulls back. ❝I’m glad you like it. That’s not all I got you, though.❞ Meta holds the basket up, pulling back the cover to reveal a bottle of expensive champagne on ice. ❝Why don’t we step inside to enjoy this?❞

  {✧} Galacta’s smile all but doubles in size. He steps to the side a little, granting Meta passage into his room. ❝You know me too well.❞

  {✰} ❝Of course I do,❞ he purrs, still basking in the afterglow of Galacta’s reaction. That’s the happiest he’s seen him in months--but of course, there’s another reason for his elevated mood now. 

  With Galacta distracted by a shared drink, the rest of the crew would have time to finish pulling together all the details for his party.

[themaskedswordsmen-blog]

  {✧} Galacta winces a little at the presence of another drawn-out stomach growl. While he’s pleased that the dining hall is being reserved entirely for him, he wishes that someone would have at least brought him a sandwich earlier. Other than that champagne, he’s had nothing to eat, and now it’s starting to get to be a pain. 

  ❝So, what’s for dinner?❞ he inquires, playing into the ruse Meta’s set up for the party. As hungry as he is, he doesn’t want to rain on the Halberd’s collective parade. 

 {✰} ❝I didn’t remember to ask when I went in for breakfast this morning,❞ Meta replies. It’s hard to tell if he knows that Galacta is aware of the nature of their visit to the dining hall. If he has any indication that his secret is not a secret, he’s not outwardly expressing it. 

  ❝We’ll find out soon enough, I suppose.❞

  {✧} He rolls his eyes, listening to the sound of his heels clicking against the metal floors as they draw nearer to the dining hall. He tries to keep a straight face, but the thought of what awaits him in the dining hall brings a faint smile to his lips that he wishes he could hold back. Today has already been so wonderful for him, but he knows that the crew will go above and beyond tonight. They always do, especially on the captains’ birthdays. 

  When they finally reach the dining hall doors, Galacta’s excitement is obvious to the point that it’s caused him to glow a little brighter. 

  {✰} Meta seems to have taken notice of this, because he hesitates a moment before pressing the button to open up the doors. ❝...oh, what the hell. I can tell you already know what this is, don’t you?❞

  {✧} Before Galacta can get in a word otherwise, the doors open, and a cacophony of eager voices spills forward.

  ❝SURPRISE!!❞

  The volume of their shout is enough to startle him into ruffling his own feathers, but soon the surprise wears off and elation takes its place. Seeing everyone’s grinning faces, the stunning decor, the pile of gifts, and that cake--good heavens, that cake--fills him with enough joy that he feels as if he’s going to burst.

  What keeps him grounded is feeling Meta’s hand take its place on his back, gently guiding him forward. When he looks over to meet his gaze, Galacta feels himself warm a little upon seeing that Meta’s eyes have turned blue behind his visor. 

  {✰} ❝We’ve pulled out all the stops, just for you. Happy birthday, Galacta Knight.❞

  {✧} ❝Meta...❞ He trails off at first, his voice hindered by the borderline euphoric happiness welling up within him. ❝Please, I’m running out of ways to say thank you.❞

  The laugh this prompts from the other knight alone takes Galacta’s brightness up a notch. 

  {✧ | ✰} Heralded in by the delighted cheers of the rest of the crew, the duo steps forward into the dining hall. 

[themaskedswordsmen-blog]

  {✮} One might think that having a few hours of sleep after his all-nighter would help boost Dark’s mood and soothe his nerves, but as he paces across the front of the dining hall with his hands clasped behind his back, it’s obvious that he’s anything but. 

  ❝Seriously,❞ he huffs, unclasping his hands so he can wave a hand in the air. ❝How is Matter not back yet? He said he would only be gone for an hour or two, and that was earlier this morning! Meta’s been stalling for like, six hours now!❞

  {➾} Javelin, who happens to be the only Meta-Knight brave enough to be less than thirty feet away while Dark is in this state, drums their fingers on the table they lean against absentmindedly. They seem much less worried about this than Dark is. ❝Are you sure we can’t start without him? This is too big of a celebration to hold up just for one person.❞

  {✮} ❝Yes, I’m sure,❞ he snaps, stopping in his tracks to shoot Javelin a frustrated glare. Dark grabs a cup of punch off the table next to him and takes a long gulp, hoping the cool liquid would ease his anxieties. 

  After he lowers his cup, Dark surveys the dining hall for at least the seventh time in the past half-hour. Everything is basically ready; the cake he slaved over takes up the center of the captain’s table, surrounded by a wide array of cupcakes for those who can’t get a slice of cake in time. Bowls of punch, appetizers, and various other desserts cover two more tables, while the remaining ones are lined with elegant china and flower arrangements. At the very end of the room, temporary tables have been set up to hold the various gifts that the other crew members have gotten for Galacta. 

  The only thing this room needs is first for Matter to show up, and then for Galacta and Meta to show up after. Luckily for Dark, his first wish comes true--heralded in by a dark shadow seeping under the dining hall’s closed doors and taking shape in a humanoid form. 

  Dark all but sprints forward to meet him, nearly skidding to a halt just two feet away from him. His exasperation is clear in his voice. ❝Matter! Where the hell have you been, we’ve all been waiting on you to get back!❞

  {✫} ❝Apologies,❞ he rumbles, seeming not to grasp that his absence had been the source of Dark’s worry. ❝It took me a while, but I found a suitable offering.❞

  He holds out a closed fist for Dark to examine. Upon opening it, he reveals a brilliantly sparkling necklace with almost too many diamonds to count. A gold diamond almost too large to be real hangs in the center of it.

  {✮} Dark, like everyone else in the room, stares in dumbfounded silence at the necklace for nearly a full thirty-seconds, before his face shifts to a look of horror. ❝Matter, where on Popstar did you get this?❞

  {✫} ❝I went to Ripple Star to get this. Don’t worry, no one saw me.❞ Matter clearly has no idea that his presence on Ripple Star is not what should be fixated on right now.

  {➾} ❝By my makers, I recognize that thing,❞ Javelin interrupts, looking about as shocked as someone without an actual face can look, ❝It’s supposed to be in a glass case in a Ripple Star museum, guarded by at least thirty people and surrounded by hidden laser alarms. Matter, did you...?❞

  {✮} As the color drains from his face upon realizing that Matter has committed a grave felony, it’s all Dark can do to set his glass back on the table without dropping it out of shock. After miraculously getting it on a solid surface despite his trembling hands, Dark sucks in a deep breath. 

  ❝I...let me just get this straight,❞ he wheezes, bracing himself against the table for support. ❝You went to Ripple Star despite knowing they hate your race, snuck into a prolific museum, and stole a priceless diamond necklace without getting caught?❞

  {✫} ❝When you put it that way, it does not sound as good.❞ Matter offers the necklace to Dark. ❝Do you have a bag we can put it in?❞

  {✮} A bag. Matter stole a necklace possibly worth more than the Halberd itself, and he’s asking for a gift bag to put it in. Dark’s gaze falls to the floor, suddenly muddled by dizziness. He slumps into one of the benches, finding that his legs have lost their function. 

  ❝We are so fucked...❞

  {➾} While Dark is busy possibly losing consciousness, Javelin steps forward and gingerly takes the gleaming necklace from Matter. The lack of expression on his face would strike them as comical if not for the fact that he’s committed a serious crime. 

  ❝Matter, I mean this from the bottom of my processor, you are out of your mind.❞  

 {✫} ❝You are welcome for the necklace.❞