#jestingmagic

his darling mushroom kingdom,  his beloved planet, is filled to the brim with flora and fauna of all shapes and sizes, from toads to koopas to crazee dayzees and everything in-between. whenever he thinks he’s seen everything, a new discovery comes to his inquisitive eye, leaving him gob-smacked and enthralled once again. every opportunity that is so generously given to him by the whims of fate is one taken with gratitude and gusto —— but this one feels... strange.

the benefits of star power boils down to sensory whilst dormant and pacified. as he comes ‘cross the shape of the jester in the dark of night, an intruder to his familiar forest maze, something tells him that things are amiss. a dark power, something that he cannot properly place, prods at him and leaves his joints locking. the great tribe of ancients are beings of purity and light, and their connection to the cosmos, reflected even to this day in merle’s tending to star kids, runs deep. he hasn’t a clue what a member of the tribe of darkness is supposed to be like, nor does he recognize their magic footprint. in the end, he just... does not know what to make of dimentio.

At first it’s a small hum, watching Yukio and her classmates walk away. Sure, it hurt, not even being acknowledged, but... “It s... sure seems like f... fate has it out for m.. out for me, at least...”

Your Soil

@jestingmagic

“Ah, so you wish to know the color your spirit would manifest… Fair enough. Give me your palm. A simple touch is all that is needed.”

The Soil of Dimentio

“The deception to hollow out a dimension, Magic Violet.”

Rarity: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ (7/10)

Compatibility: Typhoon, Diabolos

Description: Not unlike a vibrant, violet gem ground into living dust, the Soil which manifests from this most curious spirit glistens with a constellation of crystal-clear shards. There they shift lazily, almost as if asleep. Nothing quite more deceptive, however - the sheer power hidden behind the unassuming facade pulses with a volatile energy, an ambition fit to smother worlds. There are patterns to be found in the seemingly disorderly mass, each grain shining with the secrets of a long forgotten magic. Indeed, this spirit is magical down to the very core. The mortal feebleness present within - concealed by a strength stemming from the earth and the skies, resonating with none other than the gods of spacetime themselves, patrons of Magi.

-Marx was happily practicing his balancing and other acrobatic tricks. Bouncing on a ball and flipping himself around in the air as he hops up. The small purple jester was out on the green rolling hills, using gravity to his advantage every time he bounced down the hill on his ball. It was a nice day for practice. A bit cloudy but they were the fluffy type of clouds that aren’t a risk of turning into storm clouds. 

Rolling himself back up another hill Marx was a bit focused on his practice to be aware of his surroundings. This hill was one of the taller ones and Marx was excited to fling himself down this one too.-

“Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Come on Marx you can go for six this time! Should be easy peasy!”

R.I.P

Mario Mario

1985 ~ 2020

Tails:

He twirls around- gaze missing the little guy at first but dropping down and finding him shortly. The jester in front of him is a strange looking character, rather fitting for this colourful 2 dimensional place he has wound up in. Still Ford isn’t quite sure whether this guy should be considered a threat or a friend. If he’s learnt one thing- it’s that you can’t be fooled by the cute ones- they will use it to their advantage.