Alright, so I’ve had to rework things on this, and figured I’d need another post to spread it, so I’m making this one.

Basically, I’m on my own for moving costs. Their idea of “helping me” is to still make me get a job [which is difficult where I am without reliable transport, which I don’t have], and ignoring the whole reason why I’m asking for their help in the first place.

So considering the “deal” requires me do to what I would’ve had to do anyways, it seems to me that the very clear answer is that I’m not going to get their help on this, so I’m afraid I’ll need to double up on this.

Even if you can’t donate, reblogging and spreading this would be just as appreciated. Any little bit helps.

If anything, thank you for taking the time to read this, and hopefully, your support.  ❤️

Alright, so I’ve had to rework things on this, and figured I’d need another post to spread it, so I’m making this one.

Basically, I’m on my own for moving costs. Their idea of “helping me” is to still make me get a job [which is difficult where I am without reliable transport, which I don’t have], and ignoring the whole reason why I’m asking for their help in the first place.

So considering the “deal” requires me do to what I would’ve had to do anyways, it seems to me that the very clear answer is that I’m not going to get their help on this, so I’m afraid I’ll need to double up on this.

Even if you can’t donate, reblogging and spreading this would be just as appreciated. Any little bit helps.

If anything, thank you for taking the time to read this, and hopefully, your support.  ❤️

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@theh0use0fsmash

“Do you think it will rain all night?”

She’s sitting at a table, with a closed book, and a cup of tea. Rather than pay attention to her book, she’s looking out the window. The lightning was beautiful, lighting up the night sky with its crackling power. The thunder wasn’t too loud, thankfully. She didn’t want anyone getting scared over the storm raging on outside.

“Storms inspire me to do something productive, but I cannot think of anything productive to do right now.”

As it would happen on this evening, who was accompanying Princess Zelda to such a nice, cozy moment of tea and biscuits? Why, none other than the King of Dream Land himself, Dedede! The rotund penguin would take a chomp out of a rather large, almost man-sized biscuit before he spoke up; “I certainly do not hope so!” with a rather bothered huff.

“If it’s gonna keep raining and thundering all night, then my Waddle Dees are all gonna keep huddling up in a corner! And how will I -THEN- be able to keep my kitchen running?!” he’d slouch back in his large seat, before he’d perk up to Zelda’s remark about wanting to do something productive.

“Well, what about baking? That’s what I do when I wanna get productive!”

@monsters-of-the-new-world

The Northern mountain ranges had always been known to be very treacherous and hazardous for any of the Smash Tournament challengers, and only the very few brazen and bold enough would dare to venture high up among its peaks (still didn’t explain why the Ice Climbers just LOVED to go hiking in that area, but regardless). And one such person who was now daring its biting winds and steep, hazardous sides was a certain, adventurous Hylian with a penchant for adventures.

Link grits his teeth, clambering onto the mountain-side as his nails almost dig into the side of the bare rock, his feet supported on a few thin scraps of jutted-out stone. He’d leap up, quickly taking hold of an outcrop above him, but as he felt around... it was a ledge! Solid ground! He hurriedly pulled himself up onto the ledge, realizing he had reached somewhat of a “landscape” among the mountain peaks, as he’d just sit down to breathe for a moment. A slight respite before his continued trek.

“...” giving a firm nod to himself, and wiping cold sweat off of his brow, Link takes a swig from a canteen of water before he straps it back onto his belt, and ventures on. This area was new to him. It was like a small valley hidden away in the mountains, with slopes and hills going on and about. Link fumbles into his pockets, reaching for his Sheikah Slate as he’d aim to take a photo of this new area. “Zelda’s going to love to see this...”

Happy National Weed Day!

@superstarjump

Bowser Jr. squints hard the moment he spots the red plumber.

“Dummy Plumber...” he mutters under his breath, resentment stewing from each word.

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Rathalos did notice the human getting stabbed, and was surprised, about to blast and immolate the creatures, until he saw them be knocked away by Dante, and he saw the wounds healing rapidly.  What sort of human was this? Rathalos never saw the hunters recover this fast from any wound.

Regardless, these things had to be stopped.  Flapping his wings, the King of the Skies leaped over, grabbing Dante with his claws, and using his momentum, tossed Dante up into the air, before twisting around so that he landed on the Rathalos’ back, between his wings.

Now with his friend out of the way, the Rathalos opened his mouth and spun in place, flapping his wings in a manner to allow him to do so, and sprayed the ground around them with his intense flames, blasting the creatures to dust.

“Whoa-hoh!” Dante was a bit miffed as Rathalos swooped in and grabbed him, only to toss him up in the air and landing him on his back. Then he saw the literal fire-tornado that Rathalos laid down on the rest of the fiends, whistling in a bit of lax awe. “Phew! Now that’s what I call a B.B.Q!” he grins a bit as he then immediately defaults to slouching across Rathalos’ back.

“Welp, looks like the party’s over. They won’t be comin’ back for a while, trust me.” he tells Rathalos, giving his back a rewarding pat as he slouches on his new friend. “Those were demons by the way. Stuff that’s literally outta Hell. Can’t seem to shake ‘em off, no matter what I try.”

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nintendosmultimuses‌:

“Well spoken, Cereza. Bowser, you may be strong, but the connection between her, me, and Rodin are strong.” Jeanne replied as she brushed her hair. The koopa king folded his hands and grumbled.

“And look who decided to drop in.” the smirk tingling on Bayonetta’s lips couldn’t be contained if she had tried, as she would fold her magazine down for a bit, tipping her glasses back up. “How are you, sweetheart? You and Rodin still settling into this world nicely, I hope?”

@nintendosmultimuses || Continued from here

“Naturally.” she’d playfully smirk at Bowser, as she was merely sat on a lounging chair, lazily flipping through a magazine for spring coats. “Call it an ‘otherwordly connection’, but me, Jeanne and Rodin are quite close.”

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“That’s right. I do wrestle. Don’t let the moves like Darkest Lariat fool you,” Max replied to Dante. “And the Malicious Moonsault.”

A whistle of faux awe would slip past Dante’s lips, but he made it sound rather real, as if he was actually impressed. “Well, you can tell all of that to the ladies; Ebony--” he flicks up his onyx-black handgun, followed by the white one. “-- And Ivory. These babes have gotten me through some real tight spots, y’hear?”

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“M’ name’s Max. I’m more than just a cat,” he replied. “I’m the red tiger with a pro wrestler personality that burns with passion.”

“Huh. Wrestler, eh? Well, that’s all fun I guess...” Dante slouches down on a nearby seat, pulling the large sword off of his back and twirling it like a twig between his fingers. “But I prefer to just get to the point.”

“So, you basically floor people down on the mat and get cheered on?” he then asks. “I mean, that’s cool. Not as cool as killin’ demons for a living, but it’s still cool.”

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@theh0use0fsmash has approached!

“Bugger. I have to wait until the next match against Mario and Luigi.” Max fell asleep and missed his time. He has to wait.

“Well well, look what the cat dragged in-- it dragged in itself!” the loud, smarmy voice was followed by loud, slow clapping as Dante stepped into the waiting room along with Max, Rebellion strapped on his back and his twin pistols Ebony and Ivory holstered on his hips. “Thought I had seen everything when I saw that weird jackal-thing shooting Hadoukens... guess I was wrong!”

“Yo. Name’s Dante, and you, big and blazin’?”

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Rathalos let loose a roar again, and spun in place, using his large wings and tail to smack the Hell Prides away from him, and began blasting them with fire once he stopped.  Any of them that tried getting close ended up getting his talons raking over them, damaging and poisoning them due to the venomous glands in his talons.  His tail also helped keep them off his backside, thwacking them with the thick end part, which also had sharp spikes on it.

Looking back towards his human ally, Rathalos would fire a blast at one of the things that tried to attack Dante from behind, showing him that the wyvern had his back.

Dante, being way too caught up in having his own personal “fun” with his enemies as he slaughtered and maimed them all, and once his living “surfing board” was ground down to nothing but paste and ashes, he’d step off of it, a fiery explosion lighting up behind him as Rathalos’ fire blast connected with one of the monsters sneaking up at him, incinerating it on the spot.

“Whoah, hey! Watch where you spit that blaze of yours, buddy!” Dante calls back as he pats down his coat, shaking off any ashes clinging onto it. Right at that moment, however, a dozen or so of the Hell Prides emerged from all around Dante, warping in through black portals, as they all stabbed and sunk their scythes into Dante’s body, impaling him all over. However, to their surprise... Dante just smirks.

“Tch. C’mon now, I thought you guys knew better!” and after that taunt, surprisingly not even sounding winded from being turned into a human pin-cushion, he grabs one of the Hell Prides by the head, crushing its skull like nothing. Grabbing the scythe it held, he’d yank the blade out of his body and spin it around himself, severing Hell Prides and scythe-handles alike, the blades still sticking out of his body like some gruesome body-piercings. Surprisingly, he even used these to his advantage as he began to go full-on hand-to-hand with the monsters, punching and kicking at them as each impact served to impale the demons with their own blades, and allowing Dante to let them rip out of his body. If Rathalos was able to perceive Dante’s body clear enough, he’d notice that the human’s flesh was rapidly regenerating the holes in his body once the blades were removed.

He was clearly not a meager human.

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Rathalos would watch the human-like being walk and look around, until the sudden attack by these weird, cloaked creatures with large weapons.  Hearing Dante’s words, Rathalos spread his wings and let out a loud roar of confirmation.

“𝑮𝑹𝑹𝑹𝒀𝒀𝒀𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑯𝑯𝑯𝑯𝑯𝑯!!”

Fire formed within the wyvern’s maw as he let loose a blast, hitting one of the creatures, immolating it on the spot.

“Heh. Then I’ll say that this party’s getting crazy! Let’s Rock!”

And with that, Dante was off. Rushing the group of enemies, barraging them with shots from Ebony and Ivory to keep them stalled, he’d leap onto the Hell Pride immolated by Rathalos’ fiery breath, kicking off of its face and punting it to the ground, he’d somersault and spin in mid-air as another barrage of bullets were literally raining down upon the Hell Prides beneath.

They’d shield themselves and wail as the storm of bullets hailed upon them, some of them being mowed down by the excessive gunfire and dissipating into shadows and ash. Dante would then slam both his feet into the chest of one of the monsters, using it as a make-shift surfboard as he’d grind down a small slope on top of it, spinning on top of it and shooting around himself while letting out a loud ‘Woohoo!’ of excitement.

Meanwhile, for the Rathalos, there’d be several Hell Prides seemingly manifesting out of the shadows of the tree-tops, three to four of them leaping down onto Rathalos, aiming to sink their scythes into his back.

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Rathalos didn’t think he’d end up with a name like that.  ‘Randy’?  That sounded nothing like his name!  But he figured it would do for now, at least.

The red wyvern looked at Dante as he explained his situation.  It sounded an awful lot like how he arrived here: what seemed to be an explosion, and then here he was.  In any case, it looked like they were in the same predicament, so there was no sense in fighting someone who could potentially help him.

Seeing as how the beast hadn’t begun attacking him again while he explained why he was here, Dante figured it was alright to let his guard down in front of this thing. Casually dropping down on a nearby fallen tree-trunk, he’d throw his legs up on it and lounged on it as if it were a couch. “Well, gotta say, ‘here’ ain’t such a bad place, all in all.”

“Or at least, I hope it ain’t a bad place.” he decided to look around for a bit, but as he’d look up, he noticed a scythe falling upon him like a guillotine. A quick leap into the air, however, and he was out of harm’s way, the scythe slicing the log in twain as Dante landed, and that’s when he realized; a swarm of Hell Prides were now closing in on the two of them. All of them twitching and shambling towards the duo, scythes gleaming in the dim light that cut through the canopies above.

“Phew! And here I thought that I was gonna be bored!” Dante exclaims, seemingly in relief, as he would pull out Ebony and Ivory once more, spinning them on his fingers before aiming them at the encroaching horde of enemies. “Whaddya say Randy? Wanna join in on the party?”