#askthekirbysquad

[moonlitmanor]

✏️ - Vee drawn by Dandy,,. Or Vi. I think it would be funny,, <3

☾ ⋆⁺ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: send me a ✏️ and my muse will draw a picture of your muse

[hymns-across-the-stars]

"Do you have a cloth with you? I think there's a smudge on my screen." - Vee to Glisten!

"Oh, of course I do, Vee! You know the importance of looking your best at all times."

A tiny mirror appears over his hand, spinning and glittering for one dazzling moment before leaving behind a cleaning cloth Glisten offers to Vee.

"You can keep it, by the way; I have plenty more where that came from. It always pays to look perfect, after all~"

But for all his pomp, the mirror's smirk is a little subdued, his brow a little more furrowed than usual as he eyes the smudge. He knows all sorts of smudges well: oil, water, dust, makeup... the usual. He knows the worst one, too, though—the inky dark that stubbornly sticks to his glass in faint handprints, just long enough for the worry it wouldn't come off to set in.

It never did, of course. But the fear always comes.

She doesn't seem any worse for wear, at least. The twisted version of Gigi must have only stolen something from her. Still, after a bit of silence, he glances over to the rest of the group (preoccupied among themselves; for once, he's glad there's no eyes on him) before sidling a little closer to her, voice lowered to a hush.

"...but you are otherwise okay, right?"

[multimusewonderland]

@askthekirbysquad inquired:

Not the person who sent the original ask, and I don't know enough about C.ookie R.un to ask any specific questions, but! If there's anything you just wanna ramble about (for the surrogate au or for anything else!): Here you go. Here is your excuse to do so DGSGSGH

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{ thank you!! i'll just get straight into it so i dont lose my train of thought }

thinking about werehound au and the way properly stripping Dark Choco of his freedom, dignity, and humanity is one of a few methods to actually break him out of that cycle of self punishment because it activates the part of him that goes "wait, no, i don't want to die!", with "dying" in this case being complete and utter loss of his sense of self.

and yeah, sure- realistically someone with the attitude that he should work for someone who wants to destroy the world with coworkers who hate him as much as he hates them would feel resigned to their fate and wouldn't try to get better, but there's something about the idea of even someone who feels as hopeless as him trying to get out because at that point he has nothing more to lose that gets me.

it also makes me think of the timeline where he runs around with the brave crew and how they manage to somehow give him humanity back even as they accidentally dehumanize him by having no idea he's a person. just the fact that they're being nice to him despite him physically being a monster rather than just metaphorically is enough to push him more and more out of that mindset as they travel together.

plus when he's rebaked back to his normal form and the horns don't disappear and it's yet another physical reminder of his past mistakes that just makes it so wild to imagine that he's actually more human than he was before

on the flipside, i find it so interesting how encounters with people like Pomegranate or Affogato both humanize and dehumanize him at the same time. he's not a stranger to ending lives, but the feral urge to tear them apart is a weird blurry line between "i want to stand up for myself/my kingdom" and "i'm becoming a mindless beast who attacks people", especially if he ends up killing one or the other in front of everyone

either way it's definitely a very interesting alternate way for him to go through what i call his nomad era, managing to find a way to stop and heal without necessarily healing his relationship with Dark Cacao. plus that might change how that encounter goes? because he's both not under Bloodcaller's control

also i think i've talked about this all before but not in public and not like this, so i think this counts for the "prompt" XD

[legalbrats]

@askthekirbysquad​ from here

“Poyo?”

“Hey! What did I-!”

"Hey. You are... small.” Ema sat down in front of the weird creature and poked it in what she assumed was its cheek.

“...and kind of cute. Here.” She offered the friend-shaped creature a Snakoo.

[milesedgeworthwhile]

((...Could I perhaps ask you to turn the "If you close your eyes now, the nightmares may return" line into a writing prompt? Like, the line is used as internal monologue. And it's set sometime before Turnabout Goodbyes. Maybe Bratworth era?? But only if you're interested of course!!!))

Tired Sentence Starters (Accepting!)

Working through sleep deprivation wasn’t an uncommon affair for Miles Edgeworth, however, this was certainly the first time he had to do so completely alone. 

While he’d been working in this prosecutor’s office for about a year now, he was still too used to Franziska or even Mr. von Karma himself, should he be unlucky, to stop him from nodding off. What’s more, was that since working in the States, Edgeworth found himself getting more rest than usual, although by no means was it peaceful. It never was.

However, the SL-9 incident had spawned incorrect rumors of falsified evidence, and despite the trial having ended three weeks ago, the night terrors, which had never quite stopped, had grown increasingly frightening. If Edgeworth had been waking up at six before, his dreams would shock him awake by two or three in the morning.

Weeks had passed, and the nightmares grew more and more relentless. Dark circles under the young prosecutor’s eyes were clearly visible against his usually soft face. Edgeworth tapped a finger against his desk as he struggled to keep his eyes open to read the papers before him. 

Truthfully, the sheer weight of his eyelids was torturous. They longed to close, begging him to sleep, but sleep was something Edgeworth dreaded...At least, for the past eleven years. He knew he needed to finish this paperwork first, but he also knew his body yearned for slumber. He was most disappointed in himself, he was better than this. He was well aware that his body has limits, but he could be better than this. He shouldn’t sleep until all the work was finished, that was the von Karma way. 

...However...they weren’t here with him. Both Mr. von Karma and Franziska were in Germany. The only one keeping him in line was himself. Therefore...He mustn’t allow himself to slack off like this! He could only imagine what sort of insults he’d hear had either of them caught him like this! Franziska would probably say... ‘If you close your eyes now, the nightmares may return.’ 

Edgeworth nearly snapped up at that. He could so clearly recall him telling her about his nightmares when they were young. How, the first time, she consoled him by ‘reminding’ him that it was only a dream, and that it wasn’t real. Even recollecting her uninformed statement seemed to have reopened the wound. Those days when Miles refused to get out of bed, not wanting to do anything but sleep, she’d say those exact words to get him out of bed to face the day. From her, they were fully intended to be words of encouragement, he was certain.

However, one thing always bothered him about the statement...It wasn’t that they may return, the nightmares would return. Just like they had every single night since that day. The waking world was the only escape from that hell.

With a frustrated growl, Edgeworth rubbed his eyes and removed his red and blue jacket, letting it hang from the back of his chair. He could sleep when he was ready to face that hell. 

[hymns-across-the-stars]

"I HATE YOUR EXPLODING TRICKS!! NEXT TIME YOU SHOULD STAY EXPLODED!!!"

~ For Arti

The large red slugcat's ear twitches. A few sparks jump off her fur.

That's about all the warning he gets before she arches her back and the air cracks. The resulting concussive blast sends the shrimp off the nearest ledge and down into the gaping maw of a death pit.

The Artificer then yawns. Just your average cycle.

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"I HATE YOUR CAT!! I HATE ALL CATS!! STOP HAVING ONE!!!!"

~ For Mirage lmao

Should she be more concerned or amused by the fact that what resembles a puppet with a boiled shrimp for a head has the gall to tell her to stop having a cat?

...yeah, no, that's a stupid question. This shrimp's a dumb motherfucker. A comical excuse for a bully. A joke. Whatever. She could probably even punt him.

Amused might still not be the right word, though. Mirage crosses her arms.

"Yeah? That's some really bold words for a shrimp."

...oh. And she has a thought as to what to say to him.

"And anyway... Kitr's been a very good girl recently, and I'm definitely not getting rid of her. So how about you fuck off before I decide to see if you'd make a better cat treat than a person?"

[hymns-across-the-stars]

There were two machines in the room, and while that could never guarantee that Vee and Glisten wouldn't still opt to squabble over one of them, they were, for once, being a little more cooperative in their efforts, with each Toon working on their own extraction.

Yet, amidst the silent ambience of the floor, an odd... Buzzing? sound started up without warning, coming from Vee's direction. A crackling, somewhat static-y noise; something glitchy, perhaps, and certainly mechanical in nature. Though it... Didn't quite sound like one of the typical noises an ichor extraction machine would make.

Then, a far more familiar buzzer rang out—that of a failed extraction attempt, followed by a faint, but still audible "Shit" muttered from under the television Toon's breath.

Not long after came the distinctive green highlights of a Mic Check's vision enhancers, revealing that there were, indeed, two Twisteds rushing toward the source of the alarm.

"We should probably hide before they get here." Vee strode up behind Glisten, tapping him on the shoulder with her microphone to get his attention. If he turned to face her, though, she would glance to the side and avoid his gaze, expression largely serious, yet with hints, it seemed, of frustration and... worry? embedded within. "...Sorry."

He could have mistaken it.

It wasn't the same noise, he realizes now. But he could have—and he did; Glisten was so ready quip at her for the slip-up. Then she'd scoff, he'll laugh, and they'd rush over to hide behind some boxes. The Twisteds would investigate the machine before leaving, then they'd finish up like nothing happened. Simple enough.

But before he could even shoot her a teasing grin, he hears it: the buzz of an actual failed attempt swiftly followed by an ever-so-softly muttered curse.

The words die on his tongue. With the two mechanic noises sounded so close to each other, the difference was immediately highlighted—but if not the machine, then what else? There's nothing particularly unusual this floor, which would just leave him, the machine he soundly hadn't failed, and…

And…

His thoughts freeze in place.

He couldn't have been left to stall for long, though; the touch of the microphone jolts him back to attention. How lucky that the machine in front of him hasn't also buzzed and spluttered before he lets go of the valve—but that's so far from his mind when he sees that Vee doesn't meet his gaze.

His eyes dart over her, searching for anything that might tell him what's happening, but nothing really sticks out. Yet clearly something is wrong; it's not really like her to do this. Not like that.

And he wants to say something. He wants to ask. But with the rapidly fading outlines of the Twisteds rushing their direction indicating their lack of time, that's hardly the first order of business. With a sharp little breath, Glisten offers a nod of agreement before nudging her to the boxes.

Once the both of them are safely tucked out of sight, though, the worry Vee might've shown is reflected in his expression tenfold. Glisten peeks over to check on the Twisteds' positions before leaning toward Vee.

"Of course, I know it's natural to feel embarrassed over a mistake like that, but that's hardly reason to be sorry! I can handle the rest of the floor for us if you need a moment."