Selene Starhowler:Reporting for Duty!

✧ Temporal Warrior ✧

Ask/RP blog for Galacta Knight from Nintendo’s Kirby series

Independent, semi-selective

5+ years role playing experience

Game and anime friendly

Multiship friendly

Gijinka friendly

Both Galacta Knight and Morpho Knight are interactable!

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drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

On the nose.

On the cheek.

On the forehead.

On the hand.

On the neck.

On the nape of the neck.

On the shoulder.

On the chest.

On the stomach.

On the knee.

On the ankle.

On the ear.

On the jawline.

On the collarbone.

“Now, normally I would make her give the necklace back. Cursed items are not something to be played with. But… I’ll admit I am curious as to where this will go.”

Misery drifted back a little and crossed her legs, just calmly floating in mid-air. Unlike Sue (who was still pretending not to be scared), the witch was genuinely unafraid and showed it. 

She snarled nastily and shook her head madly. She was almost at her breaking point. If these two kept their charade, their lives would fall to a short and wicked end. Not that she would complain. Her warmings should have been enough.

Then. Snap.

“GRAAAAAAAA”

Misery easily dodged the lunge and raised her staff again. This time, instead of an attack, a bubble formed at the tip and sped towards the scrub.

“AaaaAAAAA!!”

Sue was lifted up into the air, trapped in the bubble which began to float close to Misery.

“Oh, relax. Stop struggling, I’ll let you out once we arrive somewhere safe. Now.”

“Uhuh. I dunno what I’ll do with it…. it’s nice, but I don’t wanna be double-cursed.”

The two were walking (well, Sue was) back up the path to Quote and Curly’s place.

Misery shrugged and held out her hand for the necklace. “Here, I can teleport it back to the creature.”

“Oh, okay. Wait, can you do that?” Sue unwrapped the chain from her hand and passed it up to Misery, who nodded. “Easily.”

The witch held the necklace up high and it vanished in a flash of black light.

“Now, normally I would make her give the necklace back. Cursed items are not something to be played with. But… I’ll admit I am curious as to where this will go.”

Misery drifted back a little and crossed her legs, just calmly floating in mid-air. Unlike Sue (who was still pretending not to be scared), the witch was genuinely unafraid and showed it. 

She snarled nastily and shook her head madly. She was almost at her breaking point. If these two kept their charade, their lives would fall to a short and wicked end. Not that she would complain. Her warmings should have been enough.

Then. Snap.

“GRAAAAAAAA”

Misery easily dodged the lunge and raised her staff again. This time, instead of an attack, a bubble formed at the tip and sped towards the scrub.

“AaaaAAAAA!!”

Sue was lifted up into the air, trapped in the bubble which began to float close to Misery.

“Oh, relax. Stop struggling, I’ll let you out once we arrive somewhere safe. Now.”

“Now, normally I would make her give the necklace back. Cursed items are not something to be played with. But… I’ll admit I am curious as to where this will go.”

Misery drifted back a little and crossed her legs, just calmly floating in mid-air. Unlike Sue (who was still pretending not to be scared), the witch was genuinely unafraid and showed it. 

She snarled nastily and shook her head madly. She was almost at her breaking point. If these two kept their charade, their lives would fall to a short and wicked end. Not that she would complain. Her warmings should have been enough.

Then. Snap.

"GRAAAAAAAA"

“Well? Did you steal this…. thing’s necklace?”

“………maybe.” She held the necklace in her hands. No intention to give it back, of course. She wasn’t going to be intimidated into anything!

“Ha! Well, well. You truly are brave. Stupid, but brave. Don’t worry. Your Aunt Misery is here to bail you out.”

“Um….. thanks… I think?” The child was apprehensive of Misery’s true intentions - she probably just wanted to fight this thing or something - but at least the witch was…. protecting her. Sort of. 

“Seriously? That necklace is not a toy. It is a sacred gem of my people. My necklace is the one thing from keeping me. Well.. looking like this. So give it back. Please.”

Seleine’s lunge was easily dodged. Misery didn’t even have to teleport, she just flew straight up. How to deal with this? Lighting? Yeah, that usually worked.

She raised her staff and there was the tell-tale crackle in the air that sent Sue scurrying further into the bush, hands over her ears. 

“Let’s see how you deal with this, beast!”

Misery sighed and redirected the lightning with a wave of her staff. Normally she would just avoid it, but from up here she couldn’t see where Sue was hiding. If that stupid girl got fried she’d be in big trouble. 

So she just let it fly up into the sky. Maybe it would hit a few birds, but that was none of her business.

“Ahh, don’t you worry, though. The child is protected by my magic, which I guarantee is much more powerful then any little cursed trinket of yours. It won’t have any effect on her.”

"No. I wasn't cursed. My species is a different type of lycanthrope. We are what monster enthusiasts call Wolfwrath. Though, my cousin with that same name is different from me. For one he is.. missing.. I haven't been successful in finding him. Now. Can I please have my necklace back? I'm not supposed to be in this form for very long. I only use in combat when I need to. So just hand back my necklace, Sue. Didn't you mother teach you it's not right to steal?"

She bared her teeth as her patience drew thin and she began walking around in a circle. She was sizing up her enemy. She howled darkly at the duo, as a final warning for them to actually hand over the necklace.

“Well? Did you steal this…. thing’s necklace?”

“………maybe.” She held the necklace in her hands. No intention to give it back, of course. She wasn’t going to be intimidated into anything!

“Ha! Well, well. You truly are brave. Stupid, but brave. Don’t worry. Your Aunt Misery is here to bail you out.”

“Um….. thanks… I think?” The child was apprehensive of Misery’s true intentions - she probably just wanted to fight this thing or something - but at least the witch was…. protecting her. Sort of. 

“Seriously? That necklace is not a toy. It is a sacred gem of my people. My necklace is the one thing from keeping me. Well.. looking like this. So give it back. Please.”

Seleine’s lunge was easily dodged. Misery didn’t even have to teleport, she just flew straight up. How to deal with this? Lighting? Yeah, that usually worked.

She raised her staff and there was the tell-tale crackle in the air that sent Sue scurrying further into the bush, hands over her ears. 

“Let’s see how you deal with this, beast!”

She growled and panted. This was the end. This was her fate. To be.. some.. show for this vile emperor. She was giving it her all and now she was meeting her maker. She was staring at Death himself straight in the eyes. She slowly lifted up her head and breathed out a mighty blaze to her attackers.

Her time was running short. She didn’t want her last moments to be on enemy grounds. She was on a mission to stop corruption in this galaxy. But who would even come to her aid now? This was real life, deus ex machinas only happened in ficitional works. Her chances of survival were as thin as her patience.

Her gem began to glow, as if she was charging her attack for an ultimate flame. She steadied her breathing and aimed all around the arena, hoping to hit her opponents as well as some bystanders. If she was going to die, she would take someone as equal innocence down with her.

“Graah.” She said as she breathed out her firestorm breath.

When the flames had hit the stone wall, the very few bystanders that were there besides the emperor and his guards had scrambled, one being unlucky enough to be burnt in the process – and Mateus himself had seen this, his excitement changed into rage.

Yanking his now bandaged hand away from the knight, the emperor hops out from his seat and over the stone walling that protected the area, landing with ease into the arena. Now, had this been a crowd of nobodies he didn’t care about, then he wouldn’t have intervened. But alas, these were his people, a population that was slowly dwindling, all that he had before Palamecia truly did become such a lonely mountainous place. He had given off a small hint about that when the she-wolf first arrived, did he not?

Now she would truly pay, even if the battle between her and the two behemoth had just begun.

As the she-wolf was distracted by spewing fire at everything around her, it made for perfect timing to entrap her right where she stood – an incantation was spoken in native Palamecian tongue, a sigil glowing on the ground beneath her. Within seconds, the female was grabbed by her ankles by hands that appeared to come from the sigil itself, limbs snaking around her frame as places were found to grab at. Her knees, shoulders, neck, and even her wrists were all bounded by these phantom hands.

The behemoths were no longer needed to be feared, as it was now the golden clad emperor who came towards her through the fiery inferno that had his sights set on her. And telling by his expression, the anger alight in his eyes, that the games were over.

She stepped back and breathed in and focused her energy. **Don’t fail me now**. She stepped back and then she breathed a wall of fire to the two behemoths standing right in front of her. Her breath was controlled, she had to focus her pyrotechnique on her enemies, one single slip up meant DOOM. She let out an excruiating growl at her opponents before getting onto all fours and breathing another wave of fire. Her best bet was to use her fire powers as they were natural in the line of the Wolfwraths.  But she was an exception, if her fire didn’t engulf her enemies, she could always shock them.

She was rather new at electricity, but hesitation could not be on the menu for this match. She had to wing it as if her life was on the line, wait it actually was on the line. Oh fuck fuck! She prayed to the heavens that this attack would burn her opponents. That they would be left singed, leaving her ready for her next wave of opponents.

“Graaaaa. I’m just getting warmed up!” Puns? At a time like this? She was desperate and needed a real plan in case her fire was only an ember.

The behemoths didn’t seem all too effected by the fire, although they certainly disliked the notion and stopped in their tracks, facing the she-wolf, murderous intent alight in their eyes. They were done circling their prey now, she made the first move, which meant she wanted a fight true and true – one that wouldn’t likely rule too well in her favor.

[ ♛ ] – “Hmm…this might end sooner than expected.” The emperor comments with a satisfied smile, surprisingly keeping his composure well maintained despite that he had broken glass wedged into the palm of his hand ( thankfully, his Dark Knight was busy carefully taking out the pieces so that it could be bandaged up ). “It’s always nice to see the prey struggle before eventually succumbing to their death.”

Mateus was indeed entertained, lavenders watching in delight as one behemoth jumped the she-wolf from behind and tossed her into the air, as the other used it’s tail to slam her down into the ground. Of course the beasts were going to beat her up real good first, that’s what they did to all their prey before devouring them.

Her time was running short. She didn't want her last moments to be on enemy grounds. She was on a mission to stop corruption in this galaxy. But who would even come to her aid now? This was real life, deus ex machinas only happened in ficitional works. Her chances of survival were as thin as her patience.

Her gem began to glow, as if she was charging her attack for an ultimate flame. She steadied her breathing and aimed all around the arena, hoping to hit her opponents as well as some bystanders. If she was going to die, she would take someone as equal innocence down with her.

“Well? Did you steal this…. thing’s necklace?”

“………maybe.” She held the necklace in her hands. No intention to give it back, of course. She wasn’t going to be intimidated into anything!

“Ha! Well, well. You truly are brave. Stupid, but brave. Don’t worry. Your Aunt Misery is here to bail you out.”

“Um….. thanks… I think?” The child was apprehensive of Misery’s true intentions - she probably just wanted to fight this thing or something - but at least the witch was…. protecting her. Sort of. 

"Seriously? That necklace is not a toy. It is a sacred gem of my people. My necklace is the one thing from keeping me. Well.. looking like this. So give it back. Please."