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// pasta? back on their bullshit with more goblin muses? yeah whatd you expect but yeah, this is an obligatory self-promo with the making of a new blog. this one’s for a funky little alien dude named comoestas from the game part time ufo! he promises to be good, but we all know he won’t be. liking and/or reblogging will guarantee that i check out your blog, so i’d really appreciate it if you went ahead with that!
Independent roleplay blog for characters from the BOXBOY series and Part Time UFO, two of HAL LAB’s/EGG’s recent popular games!
Recentlty moved from @parttimingufoandboxboy
Hey, if you’re a roleplay and/or an ask blog with a character set in the Kirby series (canon or fan made), could you reblog this post? I’m trying to find everyone to have a full functioning list.
I ask that anyone that posts graphic smut and/or porn not reblog this post, please.
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When Susie was younger, she always listed about six impossible things before breakfast. Of course, she grew out of that mindset once she got trapped in Another Dimension and was forced to grow up in order to just survive. Compounding that with everything else that happened in her life, Susie at this point was always prepared for the impossible.
…Well mostly. The last thing she expected, especially in this trying time, was to see herself.
“Who… Who are you?” she asked hesitantly, tears still running down her cheeks as she did. “Is… is this some sort of hallucination? Maybe… maybe all this crying has left me dehydrated…”
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Hallucination? Nay, this was indeed another Susie. At least it’s not Parallel Susie; she still had the pink hair. And yet, her outfit was quite different with the greys, yellows, and just a few hints of green. It may not the best mix of colors with the pink of her hair, but it was still better than wearing nothing at all.
Actually, despite her fear of being “recognized” by the public (to later be antagonized, of course), Susie intended to use what’s left of her pay from her time at her former universe’s Halcandra for fabrics. The Magolor she was staying with offered to make her a couple of new outfits if she could gather the material for him, so Susie was off to do so.
Before she could even lower her visor to hide her face, though, a voice was already asking about her. An... oddly-familiar voice...
“....!”
O-oh. Another Susie? Where did she come from, and why was she crying? The darker-cladded Susie thought about telling the other Susie who she was, but hesitated. Maybe first tell her a different name?
“Oh! I’m, uhh, Susan Patricia Hartman, and I’m sure I am real. Who are you, and what’s wrong?”
...Ah, yes, very convincing fake name, ‘Susan’.
Oof. Susie winced at the treatment that one of her alternates was getting from her corrupted father. So that part of other versions of her father turning cruel was true after all.
Had she ever returned to her father as intended, would he also have ended up the same way?
•Muses from Part Time UFO and the BOXBOY series
•Semi-selective sideblog, follows from @popopo-of-the-stars
•Crossover , OC, and Duplicate-friendly
•Over 8 years of roleplaying experience
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Reblog if you're not homophobic
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MAKO CALLOUT
bowserjrandthekoopalings / laprincespeach, aka Mako has done a lot things. Bad things. Amazingly, nobody has called out their toxic behavior despite them showing this behavior almost daily and behind closed doors, so I took it upon myself to call this persons behavior out. Please be cautious around this person, and read the callout thoroughly. I have plenty of receipts vague blogging, guilt tripping, homophobia, and even them shit talking me in their now down public discord server.
link to the callout doc here.
Why are Magalor and Susie are ... to Taranza for sneezing ?
thats why
Oh welcome back! I see Mags has a new outfit? Classy!
“Why thank you! I felt that it was time for change by doing away with that old sweater cape into the trunk. Fun little fact- I made this outfit by myself, too!”
sometimes you just need a shoulder!
INTERGALACTIC SORCERY AND GADGETS
•From the mun of the original @marx-magolor-isg and @popopo-of-the-stars
•Semi-Canon-Divergent AUs of Canon Kirby characters.
•(Marx, Magolor, Taranza, Susie: Main Muses)
•(Lor Starcutter, Sphere Doomer also included, but slightly less frequent.)
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After a good couple of minutes of explaining... “So, let me get this straight.” Marx took a deep breath, facing Taranza. “You were going to gift your highness a big golden mirror in order to lift her self esteem when these dark one-eyed globs appeared and smashed that mirror?”
“And I was trying to defend her highness from them! They were taking over our Antlers and controlling them against their will. And poor Sectonia, she...” Tears started to roll from all of his eyes, even the ones on both sides of his head. “...Sh-she used all of her p-power... t-to send me in a different universe w-with a portal....”
“...And you were... stuck in Another Dimension back then?” Magolor asked Susie.
“...And I was this close to ever getting to see my father again after getting transported to our Universe’s Another Dimension, but these beings caused my machine to malfunction. I ended up in a complete different universe.” Susie huffed, feeling rather frustrated. It was clear that they ended up going through a different route than most other Susies and Taranzas. There was no doubt that they all had the same Darkpocalypse happen to them. Marx and Magolor already had their wrongdoings happen before things got even worse, but as far as they knew, their Susie and Taranza were still on the completely innocent side. Mags softly patted Taranza on the back in comfort.
“We were stuck in different universes for a long time before I finally made this to find him in the one where he was trapped.” Susie turned to look at the now-tearing-up Taranza while holding up her device. “Unfortunately, its universe-traversing capabilities only works twice. This is the fifth one I had to make, but at least this one can detect traces of others from the same universe as us.”
The device then stopped beeping, and even powered down completely. Susie tried to turn it back on, but with no avail. She frowned, and just threw it aside.
“...Anyways, about those events that we were supposed to go through... Like, gee, no wonder the last residents from the other ‘verse were so upset at seeing our faces. They think that we’re the same ones that caused all their troubles.”
“...Y-yeah.... T-to think, I would’ve been th-the one to let Sectonia f-fall.... m-my poor Sectonia....”
“....I...I would’ve caused m-my dad to be erased f-forever....b-because of me....” Now even she was feeling low at that realization. Both Susie and Taranza never caused the demise of their loved ones, but now that their original universe is extinct, they would never get to see them again regardless.
...Oof. Now the jester and wizard knew that they clearly had suffered enough. They remember the first time they were just as lost and confused as they were... actually, they still were, but not as grave as they had been years ago. The Lor seemed to agree, as she didn’t even wait for Magolor to respond.
“ >YOU BOTH MAY STAY IN ONE OF OUR RECENTLY-FINISHED GUEST ROOMS, IF YOU WISH. OR SEPARATE ROOMS, EVEN.”
“Wait, Lor, I....”
Susie and Taranza looked up at Magolor, who just simply sighed.
“...I was going to say that.”
“...You... you mean it?”
“I might as well too. We’re all from the same universe, anyways- no way are we letting you two stuck out there by yourselves now.” Marx smiled.
The newcomers stood shocked for a moment, before giving them both a group hug. Or, tried to. Apparently having only hands and no arms makes it feel like only one of them is being hugged. So Taranza holds the others close to him with a pair of hands each. Close enough.
And thus, marks the start of a new hope for this team of survivors.
“...Do you... promise not to freak out?” The one with the device cautiosly asked, while the six-handed other floated right next to them.
“...Ummm... Why, of course.” Magolor assured them.
“...Very well. I suppose it’s our turn to introduce ourselves.”
The cloaked guests then uncloaked themselves (and one raised her visor), revealing themselves to resemble familiar faces- a spider mage, and a pink-haired secretary. However, what stood out the most from these versions of said characters were their unusual differences in their outfits. Very much like how Marx and Magolor’s outfits also differed from other alternates.
“I’m Taranza, Former Lord and Servant to Queen Sectonia of Floralia.”
“And I’m Susanna Patrya Haltmann, but you may call me Susie, instead.” Even the voice changer had been disabled.
“...Susie and Taranza...?” Marx questioned, before a lightbulb flashed above him. He pulled Magolor aside, and pulled out his 3DS to show him images of regular Susie and Taranza.
“...Mags... they’re these Susie and Taranza. One tried to take over Dream Land for a corrupted queen bee, and the other tried to help her old man take over planets with robots and capitalism.”
“...They are? Huh... They seem much nicer than I expected, though. Explains the magic and gun, at least.”
“I... I beg your pardon? Take over planets? What are you talking about?” “And her highness doesn’t even resemble a bee at all! She would NEVER get corrupted!”
...Ah. Turns out they could still hear them. Marx and Magolor turned around to find their two guests confused and shocked. Odd. Most alternates already know about the events that mysteriously happen exactly like the games. So what’s THEIR deal?
“....W-wait....” The wizard pondered. Something isn’t adding up. As weird as it feels to find your turn of events described in exact details in one game, Magolor knew that Marx’s games were never wrong. Just how is it different for these two, then. Unless....
“....Say, um, you don’t happen to know the code of the universe that you come from, would you?” Mags asked Susie, who glanced down at her device again, even more perplexed.
“...It’s... Universe ISG. Why?”
That left both Marx and Magolor completely astonished, both uttering three letters in puzzled unison.
“...I....S....G?”
“...ow... Where.. where are we...?” One of the rescued strangers rubbed his head as both were finally waking up. They were inside the Lor’s medical room.
“...I’m not sure, but... somehow, it feels familiar....”
As both cloaked strangers sat up as they could (neither had feet), Magolor and Marx were already waiting for them inside. Before the wizard could even introduce himself to them, the one with the larger hood got startled and readied not two, or four, but six hands with a purple aura emanating from them. The one with the shorter hood but visible visor reached from under their cloak and pulled out a sci-fi like laser gun.
“HEY, HEY, HEY! PUT THE FISTS AND GUN DOWN!!” Marx shouted as he flew behind Mags, who unlike the others, was not looking up to fight or defend.
“Okay, okay, let’s all... just calm down for a moment.”
Both sides hesitated, but eventually the three retreated their attacks.
“There. Now, let me explain.” The wizard clasped his gloved hands together. “Welcome! I’m Magolor, and this is Marx.”
“....Hey.” Marx frowned a bit, still unsure of these new ‘guests’.
“And you’re both aboard the Lor Starcutter. We brought you both in to our ship since we noticed you two had a rather nasty fall.”
“...O-oh....”
“Well, thank you, two...” The one with the visor spoke, but with a disguised warbled voice. “...But we must really get going now. We need to find-”
A few beeps sounded from under their cloak. They pull out a small, smart-phonelike device, and stared at its screen for a moment before holding it infront of Magolor, then Marx, and then all around the Lor, staying all too silent. They stopped once they held the device infront of Pandora, which the device then stopped beeping. Marx, Magolor, and the other cloaked stranger followed after, all with puzzled expressions.
“...Say, what’s with the beeping?” “What... what does that mean?”
“...Strange...” The visored guest piqued. “...Strange indeed. You two, and this ship, are sending out familiar signals, but this... this creature isn’t.”
“F...Familiar signals?” Magolor stammered.
“...Ya’ sure that isn’t Lor’s way of saying ‘intruders’ ?” Marx frowned, already re-summoning his wings just in case.
“>...”
“>GUESTS.”
...Huh. Talk about being specific, and out-of-context confusing. Magolor and Marx looked at each other, then flew out of the Starcutter. Once outside, they looked around the proximity of the woods that they were currently in. But there was no one in sight.
“...Huh. Guess Lor was a little off on this one.” Marx sighed.
The Halcandran sighed as well, and was about to respond when he sensed something was off, his ear twitching for a few seconds. “...Wait... I think someone... IS coming.”
“Wait, what? Where?” The jester tried to see and listen, but struggled to find anything unusual. “I don’t see or hear anything!”
Even stranger enough, a violet portal sprouted from above the two... very close above, actually. Barely inches above. Marx now could see something flash from inside the portal, and out of fear unconsciously grabbed the Halcandran and dragged him into the shadows with him, much to Mag’s surprise.
Two silhouettes fell out of the portal, and landed with a thud on the ground where the jester and wizard stood prior to hiding. The shadow that Marx and Mags were hiding shifted a bit to the left, and theyrose back up once Marx was sure they were safe.
“N...N-never do that again...” Magolor stuttered, apparently a bit shaken being taken into the dark.
“Well gee, sorry. Didn’t know you wanted to get crushed by....” Marx loomed over the fallen... people? “...whoever these guys are.”
Mags flew down and flipped the two newcomers to face them up. Both were wearing large, tattered cloaks, but one’s face was covered by a large hood, the other was hidden under a thick visor. He listened close to both of their heartbeats, which thankfully were still beating. “...Well, they’re alive, thankfully. Just unconscious.” Magolor proceeded to lift up the one with the visor.
“WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH. What are you doing???”
“Helping them inside.”
“Are... are you nuts??? We don’t even know them! They literally appeared from a portal from WHO KNOWS WHERE! What if they try to kill us when they wake up????”
“Relax, Marx. Somehow I doubt that’ll be an issue. Now, help with the other fellow, will you?”
“...But..... *sigh* Aye aye, captain.”
