gonna be honest now that we’ve actually seen him in the episode i don’t want rogue to secretly be some previous character with a new face or something. like i think rogue is a great character as just rogue and he can remind us of all of these other characters mixed together without being any of them, y’know?
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pov a huge twewy/ntwewy nerd visits shibuya part 2
ramen town baby!!! yeah i was not about to climb that whole hill even though it really wasn’t that steep. dogenzaka beloved
you only visit this place once in the main game but there are so so many things i could say about it. man the neku-josh-sho week 2 dynamic was the wildest and funniest thing in the world
spain hill (from above) (idk uhh what’s iconic about here?) (i didn’t trip on any haunted step that much i know)
the vibes of this place… not accessible until so late in the game (in both games) but so good both times. like the story beats that happened here were always excellent. i always loved being at shibuya stream in ntwewy it was beyond surreal stepping out of the station and just actually being here irl
le susukichi boss fight (and some more cool puzzles)
shibuya hikarie! not much to say here but the food you find here in ntwewy looked so good man i need to actually eat more while here
there are a few more actually oops! part 3 momentarily
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Hey, look guys, more art-
HOPE.
I’ve been wanting to draw him like this ever since I first saw him smile, but my will to draw eluded me until now! This started off as a doodle, so, please excuse the messiness. I drew this to de-stress.
“Fire” Red belongs to @creatively-cosmic. They have a blog called @themissingnumbers, which is really good! Go check it out if you want to see more.
[Sketch + Colored Version below the cut!]
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I don’t want to have a child of my own but I would still love to have a fulfilling and close relationship with a child y’know? Like I want to help a close friend raise their kiddo. Let the baby come over once a week, read to them, babysit when needed, take them on trips to give their parents a break, etc.
To leave a lasting impression on a child that if they can’t go to their parents for whatever reason they know they have another adult to turn to and a second home they can chill at. Even just for funsies if they felt like kicking it at my place sometimes. To have someone to teach and mentor and show cool things to. Even as they grow up. Would be kinda cool.
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The new song is good he sounds angelic and his voice is so soft it makes me wanna cry but idk if it’s something I would listen to regularly
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They’re literally. There’s. There’s SOMETHING THERE. CHAT THERE IS SOMETHING THERE. 👏 THEY’RE 👏 CATCHING 👏 FEELINGS 👏
Puppet: How about I, me, your best friend Puppet. ☺️
Foxy: One of them yeah
Puppet: 😀 what
Foxy: One of my best friends, yeah,
Puppet:
Puppet: *huff* ONE OF your best friends Puppet, 😒
FOXY YOU CANNOT BE FUCKING SHIT UP LIKE THIS 😭
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Something I wrote based off of something that’s not canon in my Kirby interp’s timeline anymore
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It has been years— no, millennia since the last of his family and friends had succumbed to old age and faded away. His once strong wings are now patchy and bony. His horns were chipped and worn—practically crumbling away—and was missing its golden glow. The bright fuchsia hue of his body had faded into a sickly pink, his bones the weakest they’ve ever been. Galacta Knight had lived far longer than he should have. Impossibly longer. He knows.
The butterfly reaper watches him approach as he limps towards it. Its ghostly white eyes offer nothing but an unreadable stare. For not the first time, Galacta pleads to it.
“Please let me die,” he rasps, “I am very tired. The ones I loved and befriended are long gone. With too much time, I’ve lost my sense of purpose. I’ve lost everything.”
A hint of betrayal flashed in his company’s eyes, but dissolved as quickly as it came.
“Then wend and maketh yourself new friends,” Morpho Knight stated, it’s tone of voice eerily calm. Anger bubbled at the back of Galacta’s throat.
“There’s nothing left!” he groans. Long ago had he lost his ability to yell.
He grabs Morpho’s gloved paw with urgency. It’s wings twitch, and mirror the drooped posture of Galacta’s.
“Por favor,” Galacta pleads. “Déjame morir.”
Morpho’s glow dims ever so slightly. Something flickers behind it’s eyes. Frustration? Exasperation?
… Sadness?
“It is not thy timeth yet,” Morpho only says.
It recoils from Galacta’s hands as if it were burned. Ignoring the whimper from said knight, it morphs into a butterfly and flutters away. It’s glow disappears into the darkness.
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