Out Of Curiosity Do You Think When One Of Kirby's Kind Is About To Grow Their Wings Do You Think Their

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)

i don’t know what else to say except that AI art is no longer simply a source of creativity or a wonder of human creation. it has become actively hostile and destructive toward the very thing it pretends to uplift and celebrate. it is void of any human element, any soul or ounce of emotion or self-expression. continuing to use AI art knowing that it comes from theft and robbing artists of their livelihood is disgusting. they need your support now more than ever. stop giving these thieves your money and admiration.

[Image descriptions courtesy of @cryptid-deity: a series of screenshots from Deb JJ Lee’s twitter, @ jdebbiel.

Image 1 is a tweet that reads, “this... this is fucking sad. I don’t know what to do.” Included with the tweet are two images; one is a screenshot from a private text message conversation, the other is a collage of AI generated art that was sent to Lee in the text conversation.

Image 2 is a screenshot of only the text conversation, which shows multiple messages that were sent to Lee. There is a collage of AI art, then a text message that reads, “Sorry to bother you. It looks like someone on an AI subreddit is making a custom model and it reminds me a lot of your work. He isn’t telling anyone where the images are being sourced from.” Following is another collage of AI art, followed by the message, “Here’s another one.” The last message is a link to the subreddit.

Image 3 is another tweet that reads, “Oh so it *was* me,” with the word ‘was’ between asterisks for emphasis. The tweet includes two screenshots from the subreddit.

Image 4 is one of the subreddit screenshots. It is a post that reads, “Dreambooth model release! Say hello to kurzgesagtish!” Under these lines is a Reddit message that reads, “Sorry, this post was deleted by the person who originally posted it.”

Image 5 is the other subreddit screenshot. This post reads, “Results I got with a custom dreambooth model.” This post has the same deletion message as the former.

Image 6 is another tweet by Lee, which reads, “For comparison, here’s my art vs artist. I’m gonna cry.” Included is a collage of 8 works by Lee, which frame a photo of them. They follow up this tweet with another tweet, which reads, “If I see anyone I know using AI Art, they are dead to me.” The tweet includes multiple comparisons between Lee’s original art and an AI generated art piece based on it, judging by the subjects, colors, and lines.

Images 7, 8, and 9 are the examples from Lee’s tweet.

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Scissor Wizard and Paper Wizard

It’s probably fine to leave them alone together.

if i was a court jester i’d flirt with the king at any given opportunity. subtle at first but if he was interested and we’d share banter then i’d sit in his lap. then he would say i’m the funniest silliest little man alive and kiss me with tongue

Welcome to Hell, Clotted Cream Cookie.

Cookie Reapers AU: Caught Red Handed (part 1, written)

Part 1 ~ Part 2

Author's Note: Okay, so this is the scene of the au that I said was my favorite. Just a heads up: it's super long even as individual parts, so I'll have to post this in multiple parts for the sake of my sanity and possibly yours depending on what kind of reader you are. I shouldn't take too long, though I'll give myself a little time between posting parts so there's at least some time for people to read.

Story below the cut

 Click click, click click click…

The distinct clicking, sliding, scraping, and tapping of chalk against the board filled the classroom as Espresso Cookie wrote up the outline of the morning's lesson. The room's lights were not on, as the warm golden rays from the sunrise outside provided sufficient light for him to prepare for the day without them. It was, admittedly, early even for Espresso, but he didn't mind at all. Perhaps with this routine out of the way quickly enough, he could take a moment to have some coffee in the faculty room before classes start, something he had been meaning to do for a long time.

Finally, the last smooth stroke of writing was made, and Espresso finished off his outline with one last tap on the board to create a period. He set down the chalk and stepped back, quickly looking over the white markings to make sure his grammar and spelling were perfectly in check. Satisfied with his writing, he took his coffee cup off his desk and walked out of his classroom.

Calmly and swiftly, Espresso walked through the halls and up the stairs towards the faculty room. Just before he reached the door, his ears perked up a bit as he heard hushed yet frantic muttering on the other side. The nervous yet overexcited tone immediately told him it was Eclair Cookie, who must have shown up just as early if not earlier than Espresso had. As much as Espresso would have liked to know what on earth Eclair was so excited about right then and there, however, it was too quiet for even him to decipher from where he was.

He shook his head. It didn't really matter that much; he just wanted to enjoy his coffee before class, even if it meant putting up with that little thorn in his side. Thus, he twisted the doorknob and opened the door.

Espresso's hearing was just as accurate as ever; Eclair Cookie was sitting at the table next to the counter where the coffee machine was. Unlike Espresso, who was fully aware of his being there, Eclair was not expecting the door to open so soon, and he jumped a little, slamming the notebook he was looking over shut. He abruptly turned his head towards the door with wide eyes but then gave a warm yet ever so slightly suspicious smile.

"Ah! You're here sooner than I expected," Eclair greeted Espresso with a sweet little smile.

"Yes, well, I happened to wake up a little earlier this morning," Espresso replied nonchalantly as he shut the door behind him. He walked over to the coffee machine as Eclair spoke up again in that same strangely casual tone.

"Did you get a good enough sleep?"

"Of course."

"Good."

Espresso noticed some of what he needed was already set up for him in precisely what amount he needed, making him suspect that he was expected to come to this room already. Even more suspicious was what his ears picked up from Eclair muttering right at that moment:

"You're gonna need it."

The fluid movements from Espresso's hands paused for one second exactly before Eclair spoke to him again.

"How's life?"

He wants something, doesn't he, Espresso thought. He's rarely ever so outright friendly towards me.

"Fine, I suppose," Espresso responded without looking away from the coffee machine. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, you know, just making small talk."

"A valid response considering you rarely ever ask."

Espresso glanced over at Eclair for just a second and noticed that casual, friendly little smile was slowly shifting into what looked like a smug smirk. He looked back at the coffee machine and pressed the button that would have it start making his cup of coffee.

"Well, I just wanted to know how you were holding up," said Eclair, who Espresso suspected knew his little facade was unearthed.

"Yes, yes," Espresso responded bluntly, his brows furrowing, "but normally you're in a certain… how do I put it"—His eyes darted over to the librarian again—"You're in this… mindset whenever you do ask me."

Eclair laughed, his hand going up to his mouth as he did so.

"Oh, you know me too well," he said lightheartedly. "In fact, I do have something to ask you," he added in a matter-of-fact tone.

Knowing too well that whatever he was going to ask was not going to be good, Espresso reluctantly decided to respond.

"Very well," he intoned. "Out with it."

"Do you know how much you slip up these days?"

That made Espresso stop completely. That tone… Eclair knew something, didn't he?

Espresso couldn't help but splutter a bit. "...Excuse me?"

Eclair continued on like he didn't hear him, even though that pause allowing his coworker to speak surely indicated he did. "Oh, you know, not just physically—the ears, teeth, 'demon' face—but also with your habits and urges."

Demon face? Espresso clenched his teeth, waiting for his coffee to be finally done. Latte told him something, didn't she?!

"Did Latte tell you about our shared time in college?" he questioned seethingly.

Again, Eclair continued on without answering him.

"You have some rather interesting pain spurts. Heck, Cocoa Cookie witnessed one and she was absolutely distressed!"

"....."

There is absolutely no way he should know that! Unless…

"Oh, and speaking of Latte… you really don't like her lattes, do you?"

"You are trying to investigate into the private lives of your coworkers, aren't you?" Espresso chided accusingly, turning around to face Eclair.

"Only the ones I deem important," Eclair replied with a self-righteous smirk. He picked up his notebook off the table.

He was most certainly preparing for this conversation before I came in, Espresso thought, a feeling of anxious rage rising in his chest. He turned back around to grab his cup of coffee in a futile attempt to ignore Eclair's next words.

"You know, you were quite an important case, being a… demon, was it?"

Espresso did a sharp yet near silent intake, eyes widening and grip tightening on his cup so suddenly and so hard that it nearly broke. He did what he could to calm himself so his hands wouldn't be shaking so much and Eclair wouldn't see the true extent of his reaction as he turned around. Eclair, seemingly expecting this reaction, stood up from his chair to fully face him.

"Tell me exactly what makes you say that," Espresso growled before taking a sip of his coffee.

Eclair, clearly having waited for this response the entire conversation, beamed, saying, "Gladly!"

He opened his notebook and flipped through a few pages, stopping at what appeared to be a list of notes for his claim, but before Espresso could read any of it, he flicked his wrist upwards so only the cover could be read from. Fixing his glasses, Eclair cleared his throat, an all too clear indication that he was about to give an explanation that would likely take up the remainder of time until class starts.