✯⊱Victory is OUR Destiny!⊰✯

{ On Hiatus until Mid-November }  Please read all Rules and Backstory before interacting.  Semi-selective headcanon-based ask/rp blog for gjinka Meta Knight, Galacta Knight, Dark Meta Knight, and Dark Matter Swordsman.  Est. 2/20/2016.  Run by Reshiram!  {Morpho Knight and the Meta-Knights are available for interactions!}

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Halloween Discord Event!

((I’m still on Tumblr Hiatus, but I’m hosting a Discord RP event still! We got:))

@themaskedswordsmen as a mod

Yokai hijinks

A spooky manor with areas that separates angst and fluff so that everyone can have a good time

Special rooms that can change your muse’s appearance

Good food

Surprises that will happen through the course of the event

And more!

Come on down!! The even runs through Today at 6PM CST-November 1st!

[flutteringwithaspirit]

((Hey guys, Tess here. My apologies for keeping you guys waiting so long, but unfortunately, me and the other muns will not be able to finish the event. We really, REALLY tried to, but we’re all wrapped up with irl obligations towards our end date. Then we kept pushing the date foreward, butin the end, we all decided it would be best to put the event to rest))

((HOWEVER))

((Even though we will not be able to rp out the finale, we will be keeping the effects that would have happened if the event had been finished.))

((Morpho battled a mind-controlled Petal, freed her with his own mind control, and the Fortress burned down. After all was said in done, Morpho is finally able to turn back into Gala, and even Petal’s powers come to rest just like his, leaving her wingless and slightly different looking for the time being. Luna, Maho, Hana, and Dark all helped the daphodees escape. Daphodyl was arrested, and of course, Lillian and Petal get taken in by the Meta-Knights, living on the halberd as their new home))

((Again, we apologize for having to end things early, but it’s for the best we lay the event to rest. Thank you all for reading what we were able to create, and many thanks to @themaskedswordsmen, @evergreenempressdaphodyl, @parttimepuff, and @hxpehiddenwithin for partaking in this event with me!))

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[ i know i’ve been gone a while. im popping in to say that i’m alright. college started, i’ve made a lot of friends, and my schedule is keeping me busy, but i promise i’m still alive. ]

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when your rp partners start telling you about their new muses

[flutteringwithaspirit]

Flames of Fury with a Flutter of Freedom

@themaskedswordsmen

@evergreenempressdaphodyl

Darn it, she lost sight of him!

Lillian wasn’t expect Dark to move as fast as he did. He and his clones were nothing but blurs at this point to her, and the growing fire wasn’t making things any easier.

The ghost began to panic. She hadn’t expected to be frightened by the fire, being incoporeal and all, but just the sight of it everywhere was terrifying. Not to mention, Petal was somewhere in the middle of this! Her hands went to her head, clutching it tightly as she tried to keep herself together.

He said go outside if she lost him, right? Right. Go outside. Maybe ten minutes had passed. Maybe their backup was here… Out she went, hands covering her eye as she floating through walls. It took everything in her not to scream. Daphodyl would certainly find out she hadn’t left, and then she might find Dark!

With one hand over her eye and the other covering her mouth, the ghost floated there terrified as she waited for Morpho. Stay calm stay calm stay calm-

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Meanwhile, Petal was hugging Daphodyl’s side. There was smoke, and Miss Daphodyl looked incredibly worried! What was happening? Was there an accident in the kitchen?

{🌺} - Miss Daphodyl, what’s happening?!

[evergreenempressdaphodyl]

As much as Petal was hugging Daphodyl’s side, Daphodyl was also holding Petal close and tightly as she tried to find where she had put her so-called last resort. You know how you can hide something in such an obscure place that you’re sure no one could ever find it, but then when you try to look for it yourself, you can’t find it either because you didn’t think to give yourself a hint? That’s the kind of stress our poor empress has put herself under, except instead of being something like a birthday present, it’s a fruit containing unspeakable power.

While Hana sounds the alarm, presumably, and the Elite Daphodees do what they’re supposed to do in an emergency like this– …wait. There were never any drills for this sort of thing. Nobody knows what they’re supposed to do. That would explain how many daphodees are just running around the halls like chickens with their heads cut off. Ugh. Just one more thing slowing her down… She should have thought these sort of things through before starting an empire.

“Don’t worry, Petal,” she muttered a non answer to her most powerful child warrior, “I’ll get us out.” Feeling the walls for some kind of signature she could have left for herself, she internally cursed her own lack of foresight. She wouldn’t have put it somewhere obvious, like in some kind of secret space under her throne, right? No, she’s got to be smarter than that! She knows the tropes!

…

Daphodyl heads towards the throne room with Petal in hand, despite the smoke growing thicker and thicker. Just to be sure.

[themaskedswordsmen-blog]

  {✮} Coincidentally, the number of Daphodees who have no idea what to do right now just so happens to be shrinking. They’re all being relieved of their duties right this very instant--which involves them disappearing without a single trace beyond flashes of red and silver that are nearly too fast to track with the naked eye. Not even the Elites are being spared from this abrupt vanishing, the proximity of which are beginning to grow closer and closer to the throne room as more and more Dees are cleared from the halls. 

  Just as Daphodyl and Petal are entering the throne room, one of Dark’s clones warps in, its arms empty of any of the servants or soldiers that it seeks to evacuate. It stands just in front of the throne room with its wings half-splayed, frantically scanning the area for more victims to save. It’s very clearly not the real Dark, since it’s made of translucent silvery glass that bears a purple tint, but it seems every bit as alive as the being it was modeled after. 

  It freezes in place when it spots the Empress and Petal entering. Though its face is masked, the way its eye widens suggests that the original Dark can see what’s happening through its perspective. This moment of hesitation and veiled panic does not last for very long. 

  ❝Find me outside,❞ it orders in a voice that sounds like hundreds overlapping at once, ❝That’s where we’ll settle this.❞

  That’s where Morpho will settle this, to be exact, but Dark needs to have his foes out of his way if he’s going to do his job effectively. Just to give them further incentive to follow him and to make it very clear which side of this battle he’s on, the close raises his blade and slashes it through the air to its left, creating a flaming sword beam that ignites the wall it collides with immediately upon contact. 

  It wraps its wings around itself and vanishes in the same way it appeared, leaving no room to argue or question its command. 

[slugmxg]

           I don’t want to leave one of my favorite characters            in the corner, so could you kindly reblog or like this            post if you’re willing to interact with a big tsundere            snail who tries to act all bossy and sometimes mean            with everyone, but deep inside, has a good heart?

           Promo for Escargoon/Escargon from Hoshi No Kaabii

[themaskedswordsmen-blog]

Don't you have commission backlog right now.....?

[ i’m working on one and have a few more lined up, yea. its been a busy summer so arts been hard ]

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new reaction image for when yall are wildin

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i owe xkit my life for this

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believe it or not im alive and so is matter

[themaskedswordsmen-blog]

  {✮} ❝That kinda strength seems to be pretty par for the course, based on what I’ve already seen of Morpho.❞ Tearing off Matter’s arm, cracking his stomach open, nearly besting Meta in the last fight before he crystalized–if the power given to him by the Butterfly allowed him to do those things in succession, he sees no reason why they wouldn’t allow Petal to level a house. 

  ❝Let him worry about dealing with Petal. He’ll be prepared for whatever she can throw at him.❞

  As for the Waddle Dees, he’s more concerned about just how much mirror magic it’ll take to successfully evacuate all of them. Based on what Daniel told him and what he’s seen just from his earlier patrols, there will be a lot of people to get out of the palace before Morpho arrives. This could involve more strain than his body can safely handle…

  …he can suffer a few cracks for the sake of getting everyone out. He’ll be fine. 

  ❝I can split myself into copies to round up the Dees.❞ To demonstrate, he focuses his mirror magic back into weaving glass into existence, resulting in the manifestation of two silvery copies of himself standing off to either side. More will follow them, but for now, these two will work to start the initial blaze. Dark’s body itself seems to look just a little more see-through than it did a second ago–presumably as a side effect of his magic use. 

  ❝A hundred copies is probably my upper limit, maybe a few more,❞ he guesses, crossing his arms as he thinks. His two copies both remain perfectly still, save for tilting their heads to stare at the original Dark. ❝And if I average ten to fifteen Dees a minute, across all copies, while moving full speed, we could have more than a thousand out by the time Morpho shows up.❞

  He hopes that his math is correct here, or he’ll have to find a way to break past his own personal limits within the next few minutes. But worrying about that now does them no good–they’re past the stage of conjecture. It’s time for him to act.

  From what he remembers of the magic he learned on his journey to help Kirby take down Termina, he can spark his blade up with the right element, hence the lighter. He sheathes his phone and reaches for the lighter once more, holding it up to the very base of the sword, where the blue gem set in the center of its hilt meets sharpened steel. 

  One click of the lighter, and his blade is alight with orange flames that bathe the darkened room in its flickering light. Dark holds his world’s Galaxia away from Lillian and towards his clones, where their blades also come alight as soon as they cross with his. 

  He casts her one more significant look as his doubles step backwards, already gearing up to light the catacombs ablaze at his command. ❝Are you ready for this?❞

[flutteringwithaspirit]

She backed up in shock at the sudden appearance of the copies, looking from each one in bewilderment. She stared back and forth as she listened to him speak. That was… wild! How did he- no, focus. Ask questions later.

It was so odd to see magic almost every day now. There was a time when she didn’t have to deal with magic… a time where she and Petal could just stick together and keep each other company. It may not have been the best of circumstances, but… Petal made it all worth it. Petal made her smile. Petal made her laugh. Petal stayed with her when she had nothing.

And now Daphodyl was taking it all away, making her believe it all had meant nothing!

She could feel her rage build up again, the same rage she had felt the other night. She couldn’t be more happy it was back. She looked back to the main Dark, her own fire in her eye.

{👻} - “Yes. Do it.”

[themaskedswordsmen-blog]

  {✮} That’s all the confirmation he needs. 

  Dark nods to his two clones, who heed his wordless orders and rush out of the room, presumably to be present in each room in the catacombs to light the initial blaze. The further away they get, the more see-through Dark’s body appears; with each copy that reaches a new section, more split away from it, until glass echoes of himself fill each and every part of the empty underbelly of the palace. 

  An orange glow hidden by once-opaque skin pulses in his chest like a spectral heartbeat, its rate quickening as he raises his flaming sword and holds it above the ground, ready to plunge it in and ignite the first sparks of this battle. 

  ❝Stay close to me,❞ he cautions, ❝And if you lose me, just get out of the palace.❞

  Those are the last words he utters before he takes a deep breath, closes his eye, and drives his blade into the grassy floor beneath his feet. 

  Fueled by magic, the fire that ignites upon its contact doesn’t just catch and spread outward. It swallows the entire floor up in a shockwave of flame that comes with an audible booming noise. Dark seems to be immune to the heat, but the rest of the room is ablaze within a few seconds. 

  All throughout the halls and chambers above them, similar booms echo out as more fires are set. As predicted, the flames are quick to lurch forward to each and every piece of vegetation in their way, spurred on by the ample amounts of oxygen down here fueling their growth. 

  Dark only spares Lillian only one more glance before he channels his energy into dispelling the barriers he’s set up around the entrances to the underground hallways. With them out of the way, Lillian by his side, and his clones rapidly multiplying as they rush out of the catacombs, he launches himself forward, almost vanishing into a red blur as he hastens to escape before the inferno can fully swallow the castle’s underground wing. 

  All throughout the ground levels of the castle, Daphodees are beginning to disappear in flashes of red while smoke rises from the deep. 

[themaskedswordsmen-blog]

bruh being gay is fuckin gay lmao

shit bruh……….guess im gay………

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just draw a tic-tac-toe grid on her stomach and call it a day

bruh i fuckin wish. im at the point where i can draw hands better than abs 

[themaskedswordsmen-blog]

im slowly getting closer to finalizing tridents ref

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  {✮} ❝That kinda strength seems to be pretty par for the course, based on what I’ve already seen of Morpho.❞ Tearing off Matter’s arm, cracking his stomach open, nearly besting Meta in the last fight before he crystalized--if the power given to him by the Butterfly allowed him to do those things in succession, he sees no reason why they wouldn’t allow Petal to level a house. 

  ❝Let him worry about dealing with Petal. He’ll be prepared for whatever she can throw at him.❞

  As for the Waddle Dees, he’s more concerned about just how much mirror magic it’ll take to successfully evacuate all of them. Based on what Daniel told him and what he’s seen just from his earlier patrols, there will be a lot of people to get out of the palace before Morpho arrives. This could involve more strain than his body can safely handle...

  ...he can suffer a few cracks for the sake of getting everyone out. He’ll be fine. 

  ❝I can split myself into copies to round up the Dees.❞ To demonstrate, he focuses his mirror magic back into weaving glass into existence, resulting in the manifestation of two silvery copies of himself standing off to either side. More will follow them, but for now, these two will work to start the initial blaze. Dark’s body itself seems to look just a little more see-through than it did a second ago--presumably as a side effect of his magic use. 

  ❝A hundred copies is probably my upper limit, maybe a few more,❞ he guesses, crossing his arms as he thinks. His two copies both remain perfectly still, save for tilting their heads to stare at the original Dark. ❝And if I average ten to fifteen Dees a minute, across all copies, while moving full speed, we could have more than a thousand out by the time Morpho shows up.❞

  He hopes that his math is correct here, or he’ll have to find a way to break past his own personal limits within the next few minutes. But worrying about that now does them no good--they’re past the stage of conjecture. It’s time for him to act.

  From what he remembers of the magic he learned on his journey to help Kirby take down Termina, he can spark his blade up with the right element, hence the lighter. He sheathes his phone and reaches for the lighter once more, holding it up to the very base of the sword, where the blue gem set in the center of its hilt meets sharpened steel. 

  One click of the lighter, and his blade is alight with orange flames that bathe the darkened room in its flickering light. Dark holds his world’s Galaxia away from Lillian and towards his clones, where their blades also come alight as soon as they cross with his. 

  He casts her one more significant look as his doubles step backwards, already gearing up to light the catacombs ablaze at his command. ❝Are you ready for this?❞

[flutteringwithaspirit]

10 minutes. That was soon enough for her. They just needed this place up in flames. After the transmission ended, she turned to face Dark.

{👻} - “You don’t need to worry about keeping me safe.”

The ghost assured him in a soft voice. There were so many others that needed to be focused on… Taking care of a ghost should be the last thing on this knight’s mind.

{👻} - “You can’t kill what’s already dead. But I… I think I will stay by your side. I’d rather not be alone again. I know you heard me say it, but… my name is Lillian. I’m sorry I had so much trouble trusting you earlier. Me and Petal have… been through a lot here.”

Lillian’s hand went over the stain on her chest as she thought about what she was going to say next. Stay calm, stay calm…

{👻} - “Is he really going to… k..kill the Empress?”

[themaskedswordsmen-blog]

  {✮} The horror in Lillian’s voice keeps him from effectively answering that question for a good few seconds. He’d like to say that the answer to that is no, but he knows Galacta. He knows exactly why he despises mind-control, and why he’s already made up his mind on what Daph deserves because of her usage of it. As much as he personally dislikes using fatal force, he can see why Morpho would be so inclined to, and why he’d be hard-pressed to talk him out of it.

  ❝I...probably shouldn’t be telling you this,❞ he hazards, ❝But something like this has happened to him before. Only with him, he wasn’t freed until...until he was used to do too much damage to reverse.❞

  Lillian doesn’t need to know the full story. She doesn’t need to know how many planets were cracked open and shattered, how many soldiers and innocents alike fell, or how much it broke Meta to have to seal his best friend once he had finally been felled. She just needs to know why Morpho doesn’t want something like this to happen again, even if it would be on a smaller scale. 

  ❝If the Empress really does want to use Petal as a weapon, which seems to be the case, I think Morpho might think it’s necessary, unless he’s explicitly given orders not to.❞ Even if Meta does intervene in this battle, he’s not entirely sure that he would want to spare Daph either. If today doesn’t end in Daph’s execution, as much as he doesn’t want to think about it, he’ll be genuinely surprised.