#submitted-art

Attempted to do a colouring

submitted by @writtendeath

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i cant lie i wanted to keep this in my inbox forever so i could look at it whenever i wanted.

but i think it’s important that i show everyone one of my absolute favorite pieces of art i’ve ever seen, let alone gotten.

Here u goooo. i forgor finish the arm bcz im sleep deprived and i didnt notice until after i edited it to bedigitally good and i didnt wanna do it all over again i hope is acceptable

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banger it inspired me i hope you don’t mind 👉👈

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Elfilin doesn’t know what he’s doing.

All he knows is what he has to do.

Elfilis—God, he doesn’t even have time to process that—is dead, but their power remains, a conncection between worlds.

He soars towards the star-shaped rift, the sound of high winds and powerful magic ringing in his ears, drowning out all other sound.

The landscape is getting torn apart, flora and fauna alike getting sucked in.

And then suddenly he’s in the eye of the vortex, in the middle of the portal, and he has a migraine, his ears hurt horribly but they’re strong, he’s strong, and he’s charging up a spell to close the portal and

It feels like he’s being crushed.

All he can hear and see is white, noise, and all he can feel is pain, all he does feel is pain, awful awful pain.

And then he realises that closing this portal would kill him. That closing this portal is going to kill him.

It will take all the power he has, all the power he has left, and more, to close the portal.

Even if he does survive, he won’t see Kirby again. Will he see Bandanna Dee again? King Dedede and Meta Knight, he knows they will see, but they cared for Kirby, too…would he even be able to look them in the eyes when they will never see Kirby again?

Elfilin can barely think to chide himself for the thoughts—not only is he being crushed, but he’s splitting apart, and that one moment he’s closing that portal, that connection, feels like an eternity.

He’s saving Kirby’s life, and the lives of many others.

Yet forever goodbyes are the hardest, Elfilin knows from experience.

Elfilin’s throat aches, eyes stinging with tears, mind stinging with the thought, When will he see Kirby again?

He already misses him.

It hurts.

He misses him.

It hurts.

He misses

It hurts!

He will

It hurts!

He

hurts

Elfilin doesn’t realise anything is wrong.

At first.

Then he realises nothing is wrong.

He can’t feel anything.

Not physically, anyway.

Where is he?

What was he doing before now?

And then, he sees.

A small butterfly, blood orange and golden yellow, gently fluttering in from the nothingness surrounding Elfilin, the nothingness that is Elfilin.

It gives him shape, and lands on his nose.

“Hey there, young one,”

As soon as he hears its voice, he knows,

“Do you know why I am here?”

Its voice is disembodied, with a magical quality that makes Elfilin’s ears ring.

Elfilin remembers everything, then.

He remembers Kirby.

He remembers Bandanna Dee.

He remembers Meta Knight, and King Dedede, and everyone else in Waddle Dee Town.

He remembers closing Elfilis’ portal, stopping Pop Star from colliding with the Forgotten Land.

He remembers the horrible pain, the feeling of his body giving under the weight of his power.

He remembers knowing nothing but white.

He remembers knowing nothing but black.

He remembers, now. The present. And he remembers stories Kirby had told him of Pop Star folklore and mythology, stories of butterflies from Hades.

“Yes, I know,” why else would it be here?

The butterfly’s wings and antennae twitch.

“Are you ready to come with me?”

“I don’t know,”

“It’s alright,” the butterfly soothed.

Elfilin blinks at the butterfly. With a twitch of its wings, it ‘blinks’ back.

The thought of dying, the thought of leaving everyone and everything behind, when he was just getting started living…

It is scary.

It is depressing.

It is frustrating.

Elfilin doesn’t want to be all alone again.

Elfilin has never felt anything like he does for Kirby.

Kirby.

Kirby, Kirby, Kirby…

Elfilin remembers first meeting Kirby. He saved him, and he saved others.

Elfilin remembers eating at the café with Kirby, watching him scarf down dozens of snacks.

Elfilin remembers fishing with Kirby. He felt so proud when Kirby finally caught that giant fish, after minutes of toil.

Elfilin remembers…

Kirby.

Elfilin misses him.

It’s been, what, only five minutes?

Yet his heart aches for him.

Elfilin is not ready to die.

Not yet.

“Not yet.”

“That’s fine,”

Is it really?

“Can you even take me, with half a soul?”

“Not until I have the other half, but you are dead,”

“I want—I need—I’m going to see Kirby again. I have to head back to Waddle Dee Town.”

It is silent, then.

The butterfly is at a loss for words, and Elfilin is at a loss for thoughts.

Only Kirby.

It seems like an eternity when the butterfly nods the best a butterfly can nod, and flutters its wings like a wave.

Everything is white.

He breathes.

At first, Elfilin doesn’t realise he is breathing, because he doesn’t realise he is alive.

But he feels like he is being pressed against warm fur, and he realises he can feel, and he stirs, and groans.

Elfilin aches all over, freezing and exhausted.

He barely registers a meow, because at that point he’s only half-alive and half-awake.

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OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING I CAN’T EVEN TELL IF MY HEART STOPPED OR IF IT’S BEATING SO FAST I CAN’T FEEL MY OWN PULSE /POS