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Story Averett, all sixteen years, five feet eleven inches, and one hundred and forty eight pounds of her, did not expect to become an adventurer today. But, well, here we are, anywayāa resplendent show of lights and sparks leaves her breathless and dizzy with newfound power under her fingertips. The charm around her neck, nestled safely under her bandana, glimmers with the same power she felt surging through her veins.
It may not seem like much from the outside, just a fancy new outfit and a knife, but Story can feel it coursing through her. This is the difference between being a traveler and an adventurer, a heroāthis is the thrill Story had been seeking.
She catches her breath after rescuing the face of the young child from the village, looking at the knife in her hands.
Story knows she should be more worried, because this place, this kingdomāthis is a Greenhorne a little different from the one you know, perhaps, and heroes are harder to come by and much less appreciated than you might think. Especially thieves, who have a reputation for, well, theyāre not called thieves for no reason. Sheās not likely to get much welcome, now. But something in her thinks that maybe itās worth it, just for this.
She pockets her knife and heads towards town. Sheās got a kid to make sure is all right.
This is a Miitopia where being a hero is not just a title. Being a hero of the light means having divinity on your sideānameless gods from times before strung on charms or hidden in pockets, lending you strength and power. When youāre facing the forces of darkness, you need more than just the light of one lonely soul to guide you. Without a little extra to back you up, youāll have no chance, and soon the forces of darkness will seep in and puppet you, too, just like the things you tried so valiantly to fight against.
This is a Greenhorne where, maybe, things are a little darker than they have been. A place where whispers of the Dark Lord to the east have long since reached like fingers into the minds of people, metaphorically if not literally, spreading panic and hysteria rippling through every town. There used to be light, there used to be heroes. But then the heroes started losing, and as the forces of darkness poured in people turned against those they once trusted to keep them safe. Darkness is drawn to light like a moth to a flame, after all, and whoās to say these heroes arenāt the ones bringing it to us in the first place? They were driven out, or worse, and now, instead of heroes, high walls and bright lanterns fueled by divine energy keep the darkness out.
Itās not working particularly well. But hardly anyone notices when a few shadows slip in through the cracks until itās too late. Cities of shadow puppets dance in the flickering candles, and no oneās the wiser.
The town of Greenhorne is not shadow puppets, though there is certainly more darkness than there should be. Itās farther west, almost right on the edge of the continent, and the Dark Lordās influence hasnāt spread quite that far yet. Or at least, it hadnāt, not until today, not until the last place of light to the west fell to the shadows as the Dark Lord paid it a personal visit.
Now, with a burning light inside her, as Story steps through the gates, itās all she can feel, shadows writing and creeping all around her. She curls around the guardian charm instinctively, though whether itās to protect them or so they can protect her she doesnāt know. Still, she keeps a bright smile on her face, walking past people who stare at her from the places where their faces should be and towards the mother clutching her child.
āThank you,ā she says, her eyes tearful. āThank you, so much.ā
āOf course,ā Story responds. āItās what a hero would do, right?ā
Thereās something in the motherās eyes, and Story wonders if maybe sheād used the antique charm before. Certainly enough to know the dangers of the shadows, more than the others in this town who think this facelessness is the end of it. (It is not the end of it. Story had always thought it was, too, but under the light she can feel something growing inside the faceless ones. She wonders how deep the Dark Lordās influence goes.)
āYes,ā the mother says. āYes, it is.ā
Story can tell the others in town are wary. Itās been so long since a real hero has been around, and they donāt quite know how to act around her, especially since thieves donāt exactly have the best reputation to begin with. Being a hero - a real hero, a divine hero - is something thatās become so uncommon that Story herself had only heard legends and whispers.
(But thatās odd. Something in her frowns. Hasnāt the Dark Lord only been here a few years? Why have heroes been gone for as long as she can remember? Why is it that when the Guardian Spirit lent her its divine power, she could feel shadows that had been there so long she couldnāt remember a time without them receding from her mind?)
So Story puts on a smile as she approaches the mayor of the town.
āMy name is Story,ā she says. āIām a hero. Iām here to help.ā
The mayor eyes her suspiciously, but heās in absolutely no place to deny her help at this point, not in the sorry state the town is in. āAll right,ā he says. āThe town is in shambles, thief⦠I donāt know what to do. Can you help fight off the Dark Lordās forces?ā
Story isnāt sure she can, but something compels her to nod anyway. āOf course,ā she says. āIāll get everyoneās faces back. I promise.ā
The mayor looks like he still isnāt sure, but, well, she did save that childās face. He nods. āAll right. Here.ā He gestures for her to follow him into his office.
She does so, and he pulls out some parchment and stops writing. āWhat are you doing, sir?ā
āWell, if youāre going to be saving us, we may as well be paying you,ā he grumbles. āHow does 200 gold for every face you find sound?ā
Storyās eyes widen. āThatās more than enough, sir.ā
He nods quickly. āWell, I donāt know about more than enough, but itāll cover your travel expenses, at least.ā He holds out the piece of paper, a contract. āThis is the last city to the west, thief. We cannot let it fall.ā
Story looks at it and wavers. Just today she was a hopeless runaway with nothing to her name. A hero? Really?
But⦠they need her. They all do. All of Miitopia does.
She sets her face in determination and nods firmly. āI wonāt let you down, sir.ā
The mayor grins. āYou better not, thief.ā
A little while later, Story settles herself into a room at the inn and sighs. Itās still early, but itās been a long day, and Story just wants to rest.
But thereās something she has to do first.
She holds the guardian charm in both hands. Despite having only just picked it up, the glass feels warm under her fingers, almost like sheās been holding it for a while. Or, no - the warmth is coming from inside the glass, like a tiny bit of sunlight has been trapped inside, swirling in shades of blue.
āCan we talk?ā Story asks, holding her breath.
Nothing happens, for a minute, and Story scowls. āJust gonna give me the silent treatment? I oughta-ā She lets out a yelp as the charm heats up and starts to glow, and she feels her soul separate from her body with a distinct ripping sensation - but faster than pain can set in, itās soothed by a calming feeling of magic swirling through her, and then sheās back in the endless blue of the guardian charm.
ā...hi,ā she says.
Hello, my child, the guardian spirit says. Itās been a long day, and I understand I didnāt have the time to explain very well beforehand. I suspect you have questions?
āHeck yeah, I do,ā she says. āYouād better have answers.ā
Weāll see, they say. Ask away, my child.
Story nods, despite not being sure if this mysterious voice can see them, and thinks a minute. āWhy⦠why me?ā
Why you? The guardian spirit seems to chuckle. You were meant to be a hero, Story.
āI.ā Story shifts uncomfortably. āIām not too sure that I am, actually? I mean, not to be, like, rude, but⦠I really donāt think I was, um, the best⦠choice, maybe?ā
What do you mean by that?
She fidgets, tugging at the bandana around her neck. āIām not⦠Iām not a hero. Iām just - some dumb runaway. I donāt think Iām cut out to save anyone, let alone⦠all of Greenhorne.ā
Story⦠oh, my child. The spirit sighs, its voice a warm and gentle breeze against her - well, not her ears, exactly, sheās not sure sheās exactly hearing things in this weird blue pocket-dimension, but itās like a pure sensation of comfort blooming in her chest. Story Averett, from the moment I came into contact with you I could sense the spark of a heroās soul within you. You may not think youāre cut out to save Greenhorne, but with time, I know you could save all of Miitopia.
Storyās breath hitched, and she swallowed thickly. āA-all of Miitopia? Thatās kind of a⦠a hefty order⦠I thought heroes were just supposed to, um, protect-ā
-towns? the guardian finishes. Story, weāre much past small-town protectors. The Dark Lord has taken over almost all of southern Miitopia. If you donāt stop him now⦠Thereās no one else who will.
āAh,ā Story says. āBut no pressure, though, right?ā
Oh, Story⦠Do not feel afraid, they reassure her. Iām certain you can do it.
āRight,ā Story says quietly. Sheās... not so certain, to say the least.
But⦠this guardian spirit, this god, or whatever they are, they believe in her. Story closes her eyes and steels herself. If sheās all theyāve got, then⦠sheās at least got to try. For Miitopia. For her family.
A hero, huh?
āSo, uh, whatās the game plan here, GS?ā she asks. āHow do I defeat the Dark Lord?ā
The guardian spirit seems pleased with her determination as they reply, Focus on Greenhorne now. On getting stronger. Save this town, and travel east. All the way to Karkaton, where the Dark Lordās forces lie. Thatās where youāll face him.
Story lets out a breath. āThatās a long way away.ā
It is, the guardian concedes. But you wonāt have to do it alone. Iāve called forth some companions for you. They should arrive within a few days. And⦠you have myself, as well. Always.
Story smiles slightly, a little nervous. āGood to know,ā she says.
The abilities Iāve given you are powerful, but you need to learn how to use them, they say. Luckily, the Dark Lord is weak in this area. You should have no trouble defeating his minions, which will in turn give you more strength. And donāt be afraid to call on my abilities if you need extra assistance.
āThank you,ā Story says. āIāll probably need it.ā
I suspect youāll need it less than you think you will, child, they chuckle. You should set out eastward, for the first face, in the morning. In the meantime, however, you need rest. Itās been a long day.
āRight,ā Story says, closing her eyes. āGoodnight, GS.ā
Goodnight, my child, comes the voice like a whisper, and a fluttery feeling of magic and the movement of her soul. When she opens her eyes again, sheās back in the inn room.
Story curls her hand around the guardian charm for comfort, and then sets it carefully down on the table by her bed.
āWatch out, Dark Lord,ā she says weakly, trying to convince herself more than anything. āIām coming for you.ā
She passes out the minute her head hits the pillow.
The next day finds Story standing shakily in front of a monster just outside of Greenhorne, knife in hand. Itās just a butterfly, she tells herself. A butterfly with someoneās eyes, her brain responds. Shut up, she tells herself, and charges.
Her knife makes contact and Story thinks it does some damage, but itās hard to tell exactly because this thing is made of, like, rock or something and doesnāt have any blood. Story, on the other hand, does have blood, but thankfully none of it comes out when the rock moth hits her back. Hard.
Story is knocked backwards, and before she can muster the strength to get back on her feet again the rock moth has fluttered away. She lets out a groan and clutches her stomach, where the monster had hit her.
āI donāt think I can do this,ā she says, not for the first time that day.
The sound of the guardian spiritās spiritual āvoiceā is something Story has quickly become accustomed to, and so when it filters into her brain with a Donāt worry, she doesnāt even jump. Youāve hit a bit of trouble there, donāt you? Iāve got just the thing to help.
And then that familiar burst of magic swirls through her hand and out of it, and Story is holding a small container of⦠something. It looks almost like a salt shaker, but itās yellow, and whatās inside looks like flecks of gold.
āWhat is this?ā Story asks, turning it around in her hands.
Itās called⦠Well, itās been given a lot of names, but theyāre technically called HP sprinkles. Theyāll restore your health in a pinch, by-
āSprinkles⦠Like cake? Can I eat them?ā
No, Story, youāre not supposed toā
āIām gonna eat āem.ā Story opens her mouth and turns the shaker upside down over it, a few flakes falling into it. Almost immediately, she spits them out. āEuch!ā
I did warn you, dear.
āCouldāve warned me a little better!ā
I tried, my child. The guardian spirit sounds exasperated. You didnāt listen. The way youāre actually supposed to use them is by sprinkling them over your head.
āLike, uh.ā Story hesitantly holds up the bottle. āLike this?
Yes.
āFeels a little silly, but okay.ā Story shakes, and golden flakes come out and dance through her hair before turning into golden magic that swirls into her. She blinks, stretching. āOh, wow. That is a lot better. Thank you!ā
Of course, the guardian spirit says. Iām here to help you, Story. Donāt forget that.
āRight,ā Story says. āThanks, um⦠You know, youāve helped me out so much and I donāt even know your name!ā
The guardian spirit seems a bit surprised at the question. Itās been some time since someone asked my name⦠Hm. You may call me Radiance.
āRadiance,ā Story says. āFunky.ā
Is it not good?
āNo, itās a cool name! I like funky.ā She pockets the bottle of HP sprinkles and tosses her knife in the air, trying to catch it.
She misses, of course, and it falls to the ground, but she doesnāt let that bother her, scooping it back up. āLetās go find another monster to fight. I think I can beat it this time.ā
Thatās the spirit, Story!
Story grins. āThe guardian spirit - sorry, sorry, I had to.ā She holds her knife at the ready and proceeds down the route.
The next rock moth she comes across, sheās ready. She takes a deep breath and holds up the knife, feeling her shaking hand still, light and magic swirling around inside her.
She throws the knife, which hits the moth and ricochets off, and then neatly grabs it back out of the air.
Story lets out a gasping breath. āI did it!ā
Yes, you did - now look out!
Story yelps and is just a bit too late dodging the rock mothās attack, getting hit again, and winces. But she gets back up, huffing out a breath, and tosses her knife.
This time, the rock moth bursts into the same light energy the first slime sheād fought had turned into, a floating bubble with someoneās face in it floating off into the sky towards its owner.
āI did it!ā Story says, hopping from one leg to the other eagerly. āI did it!ā
Iām proud of you, my child, Radiance says. Every monster you defeat helps another person get their face back, and brings you one step closer to defeating the Dark Lord.
Story sighs. āBut we still havenāt found any of the faces of people from Greenhorne Townā¦ā
You will, Story, donāt worry. It will all come in due time. For now, just focus on getting stronger, and eventually, youāll be able to save the town.
ā...Right,ā Story says. āAnd - and then weā¦ā
Move on to the capital, Radiance says. Iām certain that if we save the castle we can chase the Dark Lordās forces out of Greenhorne entirely. And eventually, we can take back all of Miitopia.
Story feels anxiety fluttering in her gut again. ā...Right,ā she says. āWhat exactly, I mean⦠Whatās the Dark Lordās plan, even? Besides, like, taking over Miitopia? What are they gonna do once they do?ā
She shivers as she feels something dark pass through the guardian spirit. Theyāre after control, my child. Control over everyone and everything. They just want to cover the whole land in darkness. And anyone who still stands with the light will be destroyed.
āOh,ā Story says in a small voice.
Thatās why youāre so important, Story, Radiance says. Why weāre so important. I could sense it from the first moment I met you, how much light you had inside of you. With my help, you can banish all of the darkness in Miitopia.
āRight,ā Story says, squeezing her eyes shut. āRight. Right. I can do this. I can do this.ā
Of course you can. I believe in you.
āThen.ā Story takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself. āThen letās go fight some monsters.ā
Elsewhere.
The Princess of Greenhorne is sitting on the roof of the castle.
Something is very, very wrong with her kingdom. She knows this, in the roots of her soul, and her heart hurts thinking about it. She wants to help, but every time she things about why it is wrong or what she can do to help, her thoughts turn fuzzy and her head feels like itās splitting open until she stops.
Her father is doing nothing about it. He laughs off the reports heās heard (for - for - for how long have they been coming in? She canāt quite remember) and pretends that Greenhorne is still such a peaceful place.
The Princess knows that it is not. Something is hiding in the dark, something dangerous, something ruining them all. And no one is doing anything about it. Out of the corner of her eye, sometimes, she sees something lurking in the shadows, something that makes her brain hurt to think about but that she canāt afford to stop thinking about. Everyone else in the castle may be able to pretend everything is fine, but she canāt. She wonāt allow herself to.
Everyone treats her like someone who must be protected. Like a damsel in distress. Her father, her guards, her lover - none of them want her to āwasteā her time worrying about things, none of them want her in danger. Sheās supposed to be pretty and ornamental and nothing else.
She canāt abide by that.
Rhiannon is going to rule the kingdom one day and by God sheās going to make sure she still has a kingdom to rule.
āTrade places with me,ā she says to a guard in a whisper.
It takes a while to get the guard to trade places with her, but itās almost a perfect match.
She wonders if anyone will even notice sheās gone. If sheās really so ornamental, so useless - they might not. She tells no one, not even her lover, and slips out of the castle one night with nothing to her name but a few gold pieces and a sword strapped to her belt. She grits her teeth.
Whoeverās out there, threatening her kingdom -
They better watch out.
kind of a transition chapter, which is a bit weird for the first chapter? but i have never found the beginning of miitopia particularly compelling, and itās been covered in a lot of stories, so this chapter is focusing less on plot and more on developing storyās character. i also wanted to portray the effect that going from aĀ āsimple travelerā to a hero expected to save the whole world in one day might have on someone, which is why story was hesitant through much of this chapter and will continue to be that way for a while.
the part near the beginning describing the state of miitopia isnāt just pretty prose. a lot of it will come back. both the stuff about the darkness and the stuff about heroes. i made the decision pretty early on in the planning process that heroes were going to be not super well-liked in this version of miitopia, and that there were going to be specific reasons why. i know thereās a lot of weird stuff going on here, but hopefully itāll all get explained by the end!
also, the bit about the princess - i donāt want to say much now, but keep an eye out for her, sheāll be back! :) sheās only one of many changes iām making to the plot, in an effort to make this more than a straight-up retelling of the game.
the official name of this story is now Cycles, by the way! if/when i ever get around to publishing it on AO3 itāll be under that name. itāll make more sense as time goes on.
if you have any questions, comments, or constructive criticism, my ears are always open! iād love any kind of feedback! see you next time, whenever next time may end up being!
made a new fancy character page here! itās still only got story on it, but iāll fill it up as the rest of the team shows up~
itās TECHNICALLY got spoilers for chapter one because story didnāt actually meet the guardian spirit yet in the prologue to get her job, but i mean i already posted the drawing of her in her thief gear so. no point in hiding it esp since ch1 will be finished soon hopefully
iāll try to remember to keep it updated as the story progresses!
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Notes about the prologue for Iridescenceās Greenhorne Arc! If you havenāt read it, go read it first here. Spoilers!
Iāve never posted any kind of fanfiction like this, so weāll see how it goes! Please feel free to comment (constructive) criticism if thereās anything Iāve done badly or couldāve handled better. Or just about anything you liked, disliked, whatever about it!
I generally dislike fanfics that just retell canon plots/scenes, so Iām trying to avoid that as much as I can. The first four arcs (Greenhorne, Neksdor, Land of the Fey, and Karkaton) will have a lot of canon plotlines going on, but Iām hoping that the development of Team Iridescence and the stuff Iāve added will be enough to get over that, and a lot of the scenes from canon Iām just going to skim over unless theyāre super important.
That being said, this is not the same Miitopia you see in the game. Thereās been some important changes that will only continue to become more apparent as time goes on, such as the situation of how long the Dark Lord has been around. I think in canon he hasnāt been around very long. In this fic... well, youāll see. ;) Itās a bit complicated.
And then we get introduced to our main hero, Story. I know thereās not a lot of info on her character or personality, but weāll get to that soon, I promise. Sheās got an Energetic personality type, and sheās generally pretty excitable and sweet, if a bit socially awkward. As for why sheās running from the Dark Lord... youāll just have to wait and see.
Donāt worry. Youāll get an uncensored version of the next scene... eventually. Thereās a long way to go before then, though.
The characters of R and O (they have full names that arenāt just xās, I promise) arenāt necessarily OCs, but they are... weāll say a reimagining of certain canon elements. Iāve added a lot of stuff about worldbuilding into this story that Iām excited to see unfold.
That being said, this story is going to be a lot darker than the game. Bad stuff is going to happen. People will probably die. Miitopia is in a much darker state than it is in canon, and the Dark Lordās goals are much more nefarious. Be warned.
But overall, Iām not a writer of tragedy or horror. Itās not going to be too dark, I promise. And there wonāt be gore. I hate gore.
Iām just really super excited for this whole thing! Unfortunately, I canāt set up a consistent update schedule - thanks to school, the amount of free time I have is wildly inconsistent, but more often than not I have very little. Iāll try to update when I can, but I make no guarantees.
Also, feel free to reblog it if you feel the desire! Or leave a like or comment! Thank you for reading!
Hereās a preview of the next chapter:
Now, with a burning light inside her, as Story steps through the gates, itās all she can feel, shadows writing and creeping all around her. She curls around the guardian charm instinctively, though whether itās to protect them or so they can protect her she doesnāt know. Still, she keeps a bright smile on her face, walking past people who stare at her from the places where their faces should be and towards the mother clutching her child.
āThank you,ā she says, her eyes tearful. āThank you, so much.ā
āOf course,ā Story responds. āItās what a hero would do, right?ā
Thereās something in the motherās eyes, and Story wonders if maybe sheād used the antique charm before. Certainly enough to know the dangers of the shadows, more than the others in this town who think this facelessness is the end of it. (It is not the end of it. Story had always thought it was, too, but under the light she can feel something growing inside the faceless ones. She wonders how deep the Dark Lordās influence goes.)
āYes,ā the mother says. āYes, it is.ā
No one can seem to remember exactly. Was it forever ago? It feels like it was, but⦠when you blink away the shadows lurking at the corner of your vision, you agree that it canāt have been more than a few years, since he made his appearance in Karkaton, turning the land into a fiery shadow of its former self. When you think on it⦠yes, yes. You clearly remember hearing the news about Karkaton. It wasnāt too long ago.
And yet, you canāt shake the feeling like the shadows in the corner of your eye have been there longer than you can remember.
How odd.
Story Averett is sixteen years old. She is five feet and eleven inches tall, though itās a few inches shorter in practicality given her tendency to slump, and she weighs a hundred and forty eight pounds. And most importantly, she is alone.
Sheās been alone for quite some time, really, and sheās traveled an awful long distance away from home. Sheās hungry a lot, and cold a lot, and itās hard to find places to sleep when youāre a sixteen year old girl traveling alone with no money, and itās hard to travel very far very fast when you have to avoid monsters lurking around every shadow-infested corner of Miitopia, which is apparently all of them. She canāt seem to catch a break.
Despite traveling for months trying to find a part of Miitopia that hasnāt been taken over at least in part by the Dark Lordās forces, she hasnāt reached one yet. All she wants is one spot of light, and so she travels west, west, west, every day and night, alone and cold and hungry and scared.
Story Averett arrives in Greenhorne with a heavy feeling in her heart. Greenhorne borders the coast. If the Dark Lord is here, there isnāt any place she can go where he wonāt be. For better or for worse, this is the end of her journey.
Or so she thought.
[...] years ago.
āWe canāt keep doing this,ā says a tired voice.
āYou, maybe,ā laughs another. āI can keep doing this forever.ā
āIf we keep [...],ā argues [RXXXXXXX], āthe structural integrity of this world-ā
ā-will [...], I know, youāve said it over and over,ā [OXXXXXXX] says exasperatedly. āThen we can [...].ā
āI donāt want to give up on this world,ā [RXXXXXXX] pleads. [...]
[OXXXXXXX] laughs. āYou know me. Itās just not in my nature. Now, come on. Letās [...]ā
No response. And then, a tired, quiet, āMaybe this time it will be different.ā
āYou and I both know it wonāt be,ā [OXXXXXXX] says. āUnless you decide to give up this time and let me win.ā
āYou know I canāt do that.ā
āThen it seems like weāre at an impasse, then.ā
Silence.
āCome on, [RXXXXXXX]. Letās go.ā Thereās an audible grin in [OXXXXXXX]ās voice. āWeāve got a lot to do.ā
Somewhere, there is a cleric mourning the loss of her mother.
Somewhere, there is a warrior running from a past he knows will catch up to him one day.
Somewhere, there is a mage following orders and wondering if itās really the right thing to do.
Somewhere, there is an imp locked up and crying for the light of day.
Somewhere, there is a chef biding his time for the right time to strike.
Somewhere, there is a scientist wishing for something more than what she has.
Somewhere, there is a pop star singing a message she isnāt sure she believes in anymore.
Somewhere, there is a tank looking after the only thing she has left to protect.
Somewhere, there is a flower ruminating on the life they lost long ago.
Somewhere, there is a Dark Lord in a castle, planning an attack on the last city to the west.
Somewhere, there is a Guardian Spirit locked away, waiting to be discovered, craving to be used again.
āStory Averett, all sixteen years, five feet eleven inches, and one hundred and forty eight pounds of her, did not expect to become an adventurer today. But, well, here we are, anywayāa resplendent show of lights and sparks leaves her breathless and dizzy with newfound power under her fingertips.ā
Story Averett, hero of Miitopia!
Eventually.
Right now sheās just trying to figure out Greenhorne and not get killed.
howdy! my nameās cordie. iāve been lurking in the fandom for a while and occasionally posting stuff about my team over on my art blog, but iām super nervous actually doing big stuff. i joined the amino for a while and then died immediately because i got overwhelmed so i figured iād start with tumblr where itās less Screaming At A Bunch Of People and more Screaming Into the Void until people find ur stuff
uhh most of the important stuff about me is over on my about page, i just wanted to say hey!
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is anyone even in the miitopia fandom anymore.. hello...
iāve never done a dedicated fandom sideblog before. weāll see how long this lasts
inaugurating this blog with my main hero, story, talking to the guardian spirit for the first time! (psst i did this all in one layer and itās exactly as hard as it sounds)