Meta Knight And Dedede, Out Of Breath: How... Was That??

Meta Knight and Dedede, out of breath: How... was that??

Taranza, with a directors cap, snapping a novel shut: Once more, with feeling.

now someone tell me why I kinda wanna write a fic where Taranza is a playwright and writes a romance play and the two that audition for the lead male role are Meta Knight and King Dedede, and they're competing for the role, but Taranza decides on a whim to rewrite the entire play so that the romance is between two men like "you can both be leads!" and Dedede and Meta are both too proud to back down so now they're competing to be the better thespian

this gets funnier to me the more I think about it, just picturing Taranza wearing a beret and being so proud of his amazing play, Haltmann Co. funding it (cuz Susie just felt like it) so she's just Taranza's right-hand woman like "are you sure this is a good idea" as he on zero sleep having rewritten his entire play in one night is like "I can't think of why this wouldn't work!"

Like to charge, reblog to cast

The concept of a mind palace is interesting but I can only imagine that mine would have a kitchen and you'd open a cupboard, and Guns and Ships from Hamilton starts playing

shout out to my followers Death Foddero and Persona Tokillo, both of whoms subsequent losses were deeply felt, and were terrible accidents

God had forsaken me, Left me to Rot away…

(I’m on my period and I wanna die)

Dying phone in one hand, silver pack of poptarts in the other. Take a guess of which I attempted to plug into the wall today