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I HAVE FOUR OF THEM NOW YESSSSSS

I'm getting closer to getting the whole group together every day hahaha

I feel like this should be said.

Don’t just, repost things on other socials, I have had a few friends this has happened too. In particular @im-the-ant , @misscloudiedays , @weirdozjunkary, and @msdancealot .

If someone does not directly state their status on reposting things, ASK, for the love of god just, ASK. And if they do not answer, DO NOT REPOST. Another thing, don’t change the post, do not state a piece was a ship piece unless they CLEARLY STATE IT IS. Don’t take something that isn’t one and state it is purely because YOU want too, this can ruin the original piece meaning. You all need to learn basic manners for the love of god!

Out of curiosity do you think when one of Kirby's kind is about to grow their wings do you think their back hurts or get really itchy? Maybe they cocoon themselves in blankets until the wings fully come out?

I imagine for the span of about 2-3 months their backs are pretty sensitive while their wings grow in. The sensitivity can vary from being painful to itchy to simply being delicate to the touch.

They can do several things to help with the pain/discomfort, such as cocooning in a soft blanket or wrapping bandages around the area of the wings for compression. There are even some topical medicines they can use, too.

Wing growth typically happens around the time they are preparing to graduate from training and be officially knighted, so it's recommended they take it easy around this time and not fight as much. Instead, they focus on other things like what they want their masks to look like when they receive their armor.

...It's not uncommon that the higher-ups will forget about their sensitive wings, though.

(He'll be fine)

Cookie Reapers AU: Caught Red Handed (Part 2, written)

Part 1 ~ Part 2

Author's note: It definitely took a while for me to figure out a specific stopping point, huh? Even then it's a pretty bad cliffhanger lol.

Here we go, Espresso thought irritatedly, his expression darkening ever so slightly as he took another small sip of his coffee.

"First point," Eclair began. "Your demon face."

Espresso was glowering already, his ears slowly starting to droop against his will.

"'Narrow, slit eyes; sharp teeth (as confirmed by Latte); and a growl that no human could ever make," the librarian read aloud. "Oh, and hissing! Don't forget the hissing!" he added quickly.

"Hm…" Espresso tried to think of a response. "Any witnesses to this behavior? Latte Cookie does not count."

"Cocoa Cookie, of course. You scared the poor gal!"

Espresso's fingers and upper lip twitched. Of course, Cocoa was mentioned earlier. How could he be so careless?

"She was just trying to check up on you, and you looked at her so scarily, she had a complete meltdown even after the initial incident!" Eclair snapped his fingers. "Oh, and that reminds me…" He flipped to the next page. "Point two. The pain."

Eclair paused, taking in the look in Espresso's face as if he knew nothing could be said from the other side of the conversation. The trees rustled from outdoors, their shadows dancing in the panes as much as the fiery fury that started in Espresso's heart.

"Yes, yes, everyone has their fair share of pain, but you?" Eclair Cookie made a small, dry laugh. "Oh, it's all in the same few places! You see, many of the staff have seen you in an uncomfortable state, and it's gotten them so very concerned about you. You'd look like you would be having some kind of back pain, or, considering how you've always press yourself against a chair or the wall, perhaps you are trying to prevent something from happening? Maybe you're attempting to… stop something from coming in or growing out?"

"And what would I be trying to stop or prevent, if you would be so inclined to tell?" Espresso scowled.

"Hmm…" Eclair moved his free hand into a thinking position, though it was clear he was doing it out of pure sarcasm. "Wings, perhaps?"

While Espresso Cookie was now looking more provoked in anger than completely baffled, he could feel his heart give a hard pang as soon as he heard the answer. He drank some more coffee to calm himself.

"I would rule that out, but… it doesn't seem like you want help from a nurse or doctor or anyone else for that matter!"

"That could just be because–"

"Because you can't ask for help?" Eclair interjected. Predicting a retort, he continued, saying, "'Now Eclair,' you may ask, 'why on earth would a human not want help from a recurring problem?' And I must say, that is a fair question. Well, I know you have the resources to go to Milk Cookie's office, and you would never waste time in trying to find solutions to your problems, but you don't want to be outed, do you, Espresso Cookie?"

Espresso was glaring at Eclair Cookie, his ears now pointing down as far as they could go without them hurting.

"Oh, and that reminds me of my next point, which is…" Eclair flipped to the next page. "Ah! Right here."

Espresso stormed to the circular table, purposefully sitting directly across from the seat Eclair was in earlier.

"I just love how young you look," Eclair marveled, sitting back down in his seat. "You know, Latte says in the ten years she's been your friend, you haven't aged a single bit!"

Espresso drank more than a little sip of coffee to pacify his rage this time.

"Now, stress ages everyone, doesn't it? And how long do you work? How many rest days or sick days have you taken?"

Not a single one. And he's using this against me, too? Espresso was starting to regret coming to the faculty room at all now.

"Surely you've been really stressed, but you haven't aged a single bit! Now, I would just LOVE to ask what skincare routine you use, but"—Eclair's eyes narrowed as he stared into Espresso's slightly slitted pupils—"we both know you don't do any of that."

Espresso's face started twitching again as he struggled to keep down his anger.

I. Will. Not. Use. That. Face.

"I mean, you truly are a top notch teacher! Staying long hours, getting up early…" That self-righteous smile was on Eclair's face all the while. "...never taking a day off, seemingly never getting sick… I applaud you! Truly, I do! It just seems a little… suspicious, you know?"

Eclair set the notebook down in front of him, resting his elbows on either side of it and putting his chin on folded hands.

"So much stress in so little time… How could someone like you stay so young as to look like they were still in their freshman year of college? I truly am envious!"

"I am fairly certain that there is at least ONE human being in this world with a life similar to my own!" Espresso snapped.

"Oh really?" Eclair questioned. "A human being that has pointed ears, sharp teeth, slit eyes, and an unnaturally youthful appearance for being thirty one years old? I highly doubt it. See, even if we take your behavior out, you're still too mysterious to ignore."

"Nature can still be quite a strange thing."

"Oh, it can, especially if you're not a human being."

Espresso scoffed.

"You know, your mannerisms always were strange. Every single time you discussed history, whether it be in a class lecture or an argument with myself, you would always talk it like you lived in it. You've always seemed to know more than pure research could tell, and that's coming from someone who has researched history for so many years in his life!"

Espresso took the moment as another chance to pacify himself with another drink of coffee.

"How's your coffee?" Eclair queried, taking advantage of Espresso's choice of action.

"It's fine, thanks," Espresso said through gritted teeth, "though I could certainly do without that pompous attitude and arrogant smile."

"Great," Eclair said, completely ignoring the second part of the response. "You know, every time Latte Cookie had one of her lattes, it would always smell so amazing! So…"

Eclair got up from his seat and carefully took something out of one of the cupboards. While he was walking back to his seat, Espresso saw what it was: a latte, the cup resting on a small dish as Eclair sat back down and placed it in front of him, sliding the notebook carefully to the side.

"...I asked her to make me one."

Scissor Wizard and Paper Wizard

It’s probably fine to leave them alone together.