Watch My 9mm Go “BANG!”

first of all, yes

second of all, slayyyyyy queeeeen 💅

Caved in to do the meme redraw, but waited until Femslash February to post it, wheeeeee~

I might do more Vivibella in the future. This pairing is very cute!! ;v;

yse

King Dedede: Sure is a shame that I can’t control the elements to reflect my current emotional state. Not that I need to be any more cool, sexy, and powerful than I already am but nonetheless I think I deserve it.

Meta Knight: Sure is a shame that I can’t control the elements. I deserve it.

Bandana Dee: Sure is a shame that I can’t control my emotional state.

Susie: Shame. I deserve it.

Magolor: I need to be more cool, sexy and powerful. I already am, but nonetheless I deserve it.

Taranza: Sure is a shame I’m so emotional, I need to be cooler.

Galacta Knight: Sure is a shame that I can’t be any more cool, sexy, and powerful than I already am but nonetheless I think I deserve it.

Zan Partizanne: I control the elements, cunts.

Marx: Penis.

ur not a vibe bro stop obstructing the view of the waterfall and go read somewhere else instead

keeping myself sane with. 1975 paper animation and 1913 newspaper comic strips.

woh very cool broth

"you know where to find me…" "…and I know where to look <3"

i think metasusie is pretty adorable and i think this fanfic is cool

[ficlet, set during planet robobot, after the first battle with mecha knight. cw for slight body horror]

“You came back.” It was Susie’s hushed voice, her breath on his ear. Meta jerked back, blinking the heavy sleep from his eyes.

It was true – he was back in Susie’s lab, reclining in that godawful restrainer. There was a pounding in his head, and the blue glow of Susie’s eyes in the low light made it worse. He risked a glance downward and saw metal and wiring spilling from a gaping wound in his side.

“Thank you for letting me fix you,” Susie whispered. Her gloved hands were busy at work with the wiring.

Meta leaned back and gritted his teeth. “I did not come back.” Sharp sparks of pain shot up his side. “Your machinery brought me back.”

Susie snapped her pliers together. “Same thing, Mecha Knight.” Her bloodstained gloves reached for a needle and medical thread. The next moment he felt the tiny stabs and painful stretch of flesh of the wound being sewn up. Meta Knight tried to focus on his breathing.

“Come on…” Susie’s faraway voice cooed. “You know how to get through this, my knight.” She giggled. “Or do you want to hear my voice?”

She began to sing softly: “Noble Haltmann, we adore him…”

The needle kept stabbing him. Meta closed his eyes and listened.

“Kingly lord of time and space!”

Despite himself, Meta’s brain automatically anticipated each word, his lips forming the lyrics of their own accord. To his horror, he heard himself join in.

“We implore you, dear Haltmann…”

They finished the verse. “I’m glad you came back, Mecha Knight.” Susie’s voice was quiet, genuine. Finished with his wound, she tied a knot with the thread and neatly snipped off the excess. Meta let out a breath. The pain was still there, but it had dulled into a manageable ache. “Obviously, you’ll have to undergo some upgrades,” She said, her voice returning to its usual overly-chipper tone. “But your organic system needs to be strong enough.” She stripped off the blood-soaked gloves and dropped them in the trash. “You need a few days’ rest.”

“Thanks for the vacation time,” he muttered sardonically.

Susie was washing her hands in a wheeled sink. “That little pink kid is a lot more powerful than we realized. I’ll ask Mother Computer to upgrade you with top-of-the-line new tech. It’ll be a shock to your organic system, but I know you can take it, my knight.” She dried her hands on a pink checkered towel.

“Can I at least get some cooler upgrades this time?” he sighed.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Susie patted his cheek with damp, clammy hand. “Now, get some rest. Page a Haltworker if you need anything; I’ve lots of paperwork to get through. And Mr. Haltmann needs an explanation as to why a machine designed by the Mother Computer failed.”

With her lack of a mouth, Susie’s moods were often difficult to read – but not this time. Her repetitive movements as she tidied her workspace revealed clear anxiety. He watched her straighten the pliers on the table for the fourth time.

“Your machine worked perfectly,” he said softly. “It’s the man housing it that’s the problem.”

“Your self-preservative instincts need work, my knight.” Her words were chiding, but there was no hint of it in her tone – just a resigned sadness. “If I tell him that, he’ll order you disposed of. Company assets must not be wasted, you know. And I don’t want you disposed of.”

With that, she left the lab. Meta listened to the click of her heels down the hall until they faded away.

This story is very beautiful. I enjoyed every moment reading it. I’m not paying attention to physics, METALOR IS MORE IMPORTANT!!! WE NEED MORE! 🥹💕💗💖💞💓💘💝🩷

I love it. SO MUCH

🌼🔮Stuck with the Soggy Cat🔮🌼

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Part 7:

🌷🌟Home🌟🌷

The next morning.

They were brushing their teeth together.

Meta Knight methodically scrubbed his fangs, occasionally glancing over at Magolor - who was halfway through a bubble beard made of minty foam and entirely unrepentant about it. When they rinsed and spat in perfect sync Magolor gave a proud little “heh” like they’d just won a gold medal in synchronized tooth-brushing.

“Hold still.” Meta Knight said, plucking the comb from the counter.

Magolor blinked. “Huh?”

“You look like you got into a wrestling match with a tumbleweed.”

Magolor made a face but obediently stayed still while Meta Knight tackled his chaotic bedhead, carefully working through the knots with surprising gentleness. “You’re lucky I like you.” Magolor mumbled.

“I am lucky.” Meta Knight said simply.

When they were almost ready to leave for breakfast, Meta Knight paused in front of the mirror, adjusting his belt. His eyes lingered—just for a moment—on the faint lines across his face and body. Scars, half-hidden beneath the edge of his mask. He pulled the mask up slowly, expression unreadable.

Then he made a very quiet but unpleasant growl.

Behind him, Magolor tilted his head. “Do you… like your scars?”

Meta Knight didn’t answer right away. Then, softly: “No. I hate them.”

Magolor looked at him through the mirror. “I don’t.”

Meta Knight turned slightly, surprised. “...You don't?”

“No, because they’re beautiful! They're part of your story! They're part of you...” Magolor said stepping closer, his reflection overlapping Meta Knight’s in the glass. “They mean you survived. That you fought for something. That you’re still here, and by the way... I love the 'here' part.”

Meta Knight looked away, unsure what to do with the warmth blooming in his chest.

“Now. Smile at yourself in the mirror.” Magolor said brightly, but also surprisingly commanding.

Meta Knight hesitated. “What?”

“C’mon. Just try it!"

Meta Knight squinted a little... then made the smallest most reluctant smile.

It was awkward.

Barely there.

Magolor squinted back. “Nope. That was a grimace. You look like you're about to tell yourself bad news.”

Meta Knight huffed, a little embarrassed. “I guess... I don’t know how to."

“Like this.” Magolor pulled a wide, ridiculous grin, puffed up his cheeks, and crossed his eyes. “See? It’s all about confidence.”

Meta Knight stared at him like he was malfunctioning. Then, without warning—he laughed. A real, full laugh. Warm and startled, his shoulders shaking slightly.

Magolor’s heart practically did a somersault.

He’d heard little huffs before. A quiet chuckle here and there, but not this. Not a laugh. Not that open, unguarded sound that made Meta Knight seem brighter somehow.

Like sunlight spilling through a crack in heavy armor.

Magolor just… looked at him. Completely gone.

“I really am in love with you.” he said, quietly.

Meta Knight, still smiling faintly, met his eyes in the mirror. “I know.”

Magolor giggled. “You’re supposed to say it back, y’know.”

“I'll show you instead.” Meta Knight said, brushing his knuckles gently along Magolor’s cheek.

Magolor’s breath caught, his whole face glowing like a sunrise.
Before he could think of something clever—or anything at all—Meta Knight leaned in.
It was slow tender kiss on the cheek.
Magolor's ears were pink, his voice barely a squeak.
“I—uh—wow—”
He wobbled with a goofy grin on his face.

Meta Knight laughed again, warm and rich, steadying him with a hand on his waist.
“Come on." he said gently, eyes still soft. “Let’s go.”

And just like that, he turned, cloak swirling as he walked ahead—
Magolor followed, fluttering behind Meta Knight like a ribbon in the wind.

Later that afternoon.

The house smelled faintly like fresh lemon soap and a little bit like something Magolor accidentally burned at lunch.

(He blamed the pan. Meta Knight didn't believed him.)

The sunlight was soft through the windows now, and it was casting lazy golden streaks across the floor of the Meta Knight's home.

Although - it was their home now.

Magolor stood at the sink in rubber gloves, grumbling very quietly under his breath.

“I am a cosmic-level mage...” he muttered as he scrubbed a pan with more passion than necessary, “-and yet, here I am, battling the baked-on remains of a suspicious lasagna.”

(It was his turn to do dishes. He didn't like it.)

Behind him, the radio crackled softly from the living room, playing gentle instrumental music that Meta Knight had turned it on to while he sharpened his sword, but as the next song started, the soft hum of violins melted into a dreamy, airy melody—one that made Meta Knight’s head tilt ever so slightly.

“I’m in Love” by Noonie Bao.

Was playing.

A soft swaying rhythm. Tender vocals like honey and summer air. Something warm.

Meta Knight’s fingers paused mid-polish.

Then—without a word—he set the cloth down and stood.

Magolor was still muttering, hands deep in soapy water.

Until he felt hands gently clasp his sides.

“Wha—? Hey, what—!?”

He was pulled—suddenly and carefully—away from the sink, dripping rubber gloves and all, into the center of the kitchen where the sunlight poured like gold. His eyes widened.

Meta Knight didn’t say anything.

He just started to slowly dance.

A quiet, steady rhythm. One hand on Magolor’s waist, the other finding his hand and guiding it up. The music spilled around them, soft and dreamlike. Magolor stumbled a little at first, awkward in his rubber gloves, but Meta Knight just chuckled under his breath and held him closer.

“You’re dancing with me?” Magolor blinked, stunned. “To this song?”

Meta Knight nodded, his eyes half-lidded, a tiny smile playing on his mouth. “You always say I don’t do spontaneous things.

“You don’t!”

“Well... now your wrong."

Magolor’s heart was wobbly and warm and ridiculously full.

The song got faster, and so did their dance.

It was kind of like ballroom dancing, but more...fun.

More... them.

Just for them.

They twirled around the tile floor, and it made the world outside forgotten. The sunlight made Meta Knight’s cape glow at the edges like something out of a dream. Magolor looked up at him, and saw the man who made tea too strong, who grumbled at things, who didn’t like his scars and forgot how to smile—but chose to... just to make Magolor happy.

“I think you broke my brain...” Magolor whispered, dazed.

Meta Knight just leaned in slightly, his forehead brushing Magolor’s.

Magolor couldn’t even joke this time. Couldn’t make a quip or a pun or say something stupid to deflect how overwhelmingly happy he felt. He just… smiled. Big and open and dumb with love.

“And you stole my heart.” he said.

They danced, right there in the kitchen, with soap bubbles still floating through the air and the song playing like it was written just for them.

Magolor was smiling so wide his cheeks hurt, leaning a little more into Meta Knight with each step. His gloves were still on - soap was everywhere.

Absolutely none of it mattered.

“I didn’t know you could dance...” Magolor teased breathlessly.

“I’m full of surprises.”

“Mmhm. Bet you still count your steps in your head—woah—!”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence.

Because Meta Knight spun him again, just a little faster this time, and then pulled him in—close. Closer than before.

Their bodies met with a soft thud of armor and cloth, and Magolor found himself chest-to-chest with him, caught mid-laugh, blinking up into those golden, steady eyes.

His words completely vanished. So did the rest of the world.

Meta Knight’s arm wrapped snugly around his waist, holding him steady like they’d meant to dance straight into each other all along. Magolor let out a breathless, wobbly giggle.

He then melted against him. Completely. No more dancing. Just... being.

And that’s when he heard it.

(Ba-dump. Ba-dump.)

Steady. Calm. Deep and quiet.

Meta Knight’s heartbeat.

Magolor froze—just for a second—his ear pressed gently to his chest, breath catching at the sound. It was so real. So alive. So constant and so... him. It thudded through Magolor’s cheek like a quiet promise. Like something ancient and unshakable that had seen pain, survived it, and still—still—beat for love.

His eyes softened.

“...You’re real...” he whispered. “You’re really here.”

Meta Knight looked down at him, something unreadable flickering in his gaze.

“So are you.”

Magolor didn’t move for a while. He just stayed there—held close, listening—arms still looped around Meta Knight. The song on the radio faded into silence, but the warmth in the room didn’t.

Finally, he smiled—small, soft, but so full.

“Your heart sounds like home.”

Meta Knight blinked. Then his hand came up slowly and rested on the back of Magolor’s head, fingers threading gently through his fur.

“...Then stay...” he murmured. “For as long as you want.”

Magolor tilted his head to look up at him.

“I want forever.”

“Then please... stay forever... and always.”

💖🌷🍭THE END🍭🌷💖

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🌷🪐My Author’s Note 🪐🌷

Thank you, from the very bottom of my heart - for reading this story all the way through. 💖🌌
Whether you left a sweet comment, reblogged with joyful keysmash reactions, or just quietly read along—it meant the absolute world to me. Truly. 🥺💕

I also want to take a moment to be real with you.🌷

I know I might come across as a little too excited about certain things—maybe even a bit intense—but please know, it’s just because I find so much joy in the smallest of things. 🩷🫧✨

Basically what I'm trying to say is I promise I’m not here to pretend my fanfiction went viral or anything like that, because I know this fanfiction didn’t get MILLIONS of likes and stuff, but honestly...

That’s not what matters most to me. I received something better than that. 🥺❤️
The few people who did engage left words so kind, so genuine…
Every little interaction felt like someone reaching through the screen and hugging me. You made me feel seen. Like my story mattered. Like I mattered.
And that lit up my heart in ways I can’t fully describe.😭

I wanted this fic to be a love letter—to remember to enjoy the small moments, to enjoy the softness and healing, and to the beautiful, tangled little messes we all carry. 🌸💞

And you—every reader, every reblogger with all-caps feels, and every silent scroller who stayed till the end—
You made the whole journey feel worth it.

Thank you. From the bottom of everything I am. 🌷🪐

There was something tucked inside this story that I wrote — For anyone who needed to hear it. I kind of written it secretly into the morning scene, but I want to end this note by saying it again, more clearly— Just in case no one’s told you lately:

💗 You are loved.
💫 Your scars are beautiful.
✨ Your stretch marks are constellations.
🌟 Your acne doesn’t dim your light.
🌷 Your water marks, your freckles, your bumps and bruises, your softness, your uniqueness — Every bit of you tells a story worth loving.

Because they’re not mistakes. They’re not flaws. They are you.

You are proof of survival. Of growth. Of change. Of continuing.

So if you ever catch yourself in the mirror and feel unsure?
🌟 Smile anyway. Even if it feels silly. Try it. 🌟
You deserve to be loved as you are.🌷🌟

Thank you again for being here, and for letting this little piece of my heart be a part of your day. 😭🌷🍭 Stay soft. Stay powerful, and take care of your beautifully one-of-a-kind self. ✨

With all the love and every last thank-you...


—Koko, the crazy fangirl 🌷

this is bad........ass

badass, this is

Help I found this OLD jsab animation meme

(yes, I was an animation meme kid)

i really really really really really really like this

new copy ability: burnt out AP student kirby

‘Cause every time we touch

I get this feeling

OMGAAAA IM LOVING THIS METALOR FANFIC IM SCREAMMING SSOO ADORABLLE!!!🩷🩷😍😍

🌼🔮Stuck with the Soggy Cat🔮🌼

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Part 4:

🌟💕The Realization💕🌟

Meta Knight had fought gods.

He had flown into warzones, faced ancient beasts, stood toe-to-toe with nightmares made real, but NOTHING could have prepared him for the absolute disarray one reformed cat wizard could bring into his home.

Magolor was currently upside down on the couch.

"Why are you like this?" Meta Knight asked, arms crossed.

"I read somewhere that increasing blood flow to the head boosts creativity." Magolor said, voice muffled by the blanket he'd tangled himself in. "I'm brainstorming soup recipes."

Meta Knight stared at him for a long moment.

"I'm going to make tea."

"Don't forget the one I like!"

"You like every tea."

"Exactly, don't forget it!"

Meta Knight disappeared into the kitchen, and as the kettle began to boil, he leaned against the counter and closed his eyes.

It had been a quiet day. No strange mushrooms. No cosmic mishaps. Just Magolor... being Magolor. Lounging around the house, and humming while he cleaned up the mess he made five minutes earlier. Laughing. Talking.

And something about it all (about him) had started to take up more and more space in Meta Knight's chest.

The way he smiled now softer than it used to be. The way he still rambled, but with less bravado and more honesty. The way he never hesitated to plop down beside Meta Knight on the couch like he belonged there.

Like he'd always belonged there.

Meta Knight poured the tea slowly.

When he returned to the living room, Magolor had shifted. He was no longer upside down. He was curled up under the blanket, ears twitching gently, fast asleep with his head on a pillow and his fingers loosely holding a crumpled recipe note.

Meta Knight stood there for a moment, tea in hand, completely still.

His heart did something weird.

He set the tea down.

Walked over.

Sat on the couch beside him.

The warmth from Magolor's small, curled-up form radiated softly. The room was quiet.

Safe.

Meta Knight told himself he was just going to sit for a minute. Just long enough to rest.

Then Magolor stirred, blinked up at him sleepily, and mumbled, "Mmmh... you smell nice..."

Meta Knight froze.

Magolor didn't even open his eyes. He just scooted closer and (without a hint of hesitation) rested his head against Meta Knight's side, and stayed there.

Meta Knight's entire brain stopped working.

This was fine. This was completely fine. There was a tiny creature nuzzling into his cape and making the softest purring sound imaginable and calling him nice-smelling and why was this suddenly more terrifying than fighting galactic horrors!?

He went to move.

Magolor let out a soft sigh and whispered, "Stay..."

Meta Knight didn't move.

He stared straight ahead at the wall for a solid ten minutes while his heart beat loud enough to summon a small army.

Eventually he let himself relax... Just a little.

His wing shifted to drape over Magolor, light and protective, and he rested a gloved hand gently on top of the little wizard's sleeping form.

"...You're trouble..." he murmured.

Magolor, still half-asleep, smiled against his side.

But Meta Knight didn't pull away.

Not this time.

Magolor shifted again eventually.

Still curled up against Meta Knight, he mumbled something incomprehensible and reached out blindly with one hand.

Meta Knight glanced down just as Magolor’s fingers brushed against his glove—then curled around it.

Gently. Loosely. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Meta Knight’s breath caught.

He didn’t move.

He COULDN'T move.

Magolor’s hand was small, warm even through the fabric, and now very, very firmly holding his.

Meta Knight stared at the tiny intertwined fingers like they were some kind of ancient riddle he hadn’t trained for. The last boss in a game he didn’t know he was playing. His brain was looping one sound on repeat: he’s holding my hand he’s holding my hand he’s holding my—

It was fine. It was perfectly, completely fine. It was just—Magolor was asleep, probably not even conscious of what he was doing. The hand-holding didn’t mean anything... RIGHT???

Except that Magolor’s fingers gave the tiniest little squeeze.

Meta Knight's soul launched itself into the sun.

His wings twitched. His mask felt too warm. His entire body felt like it had been plugged into some high-voltage embarrassment circuit.

And yet… he didn’t let go.

For several long minutes, they stayed like that: one fast asleep, one staring at absolutely nothing with the intensity of someone experiencing an emotional hurricane in complete silence.

Then, finally, Magolor stirred again.

He blinked slowly, sleep-mussed and bleary-eyed, and looked up at their joined hands.

There was a beat.

His eyes widened.

Meta Knight, already on the brink of combustion, immediately looked away.

"I—uh—you—" Magolor's voice cracked. His ears went pink. "Did I—?"

"You were asleep." Meta Knight said quickly, voice a little too even.

"O-oh." Magolor looked back down at their hands.

He didn’t let go.

Meta Knight didn’t either.

"...Is this okay?" Magolor asked softly.

Meta Knight hesitated. Just a breath. Then:

"...Yes."

And for once, Magolor didn’t make a joke.

He just smiled—small and real—and rested his head back against Meta Knight’s side.

"...I... um... actually can't believe you still stayed..." he said, a little surprised.

Meta Knight looked down at him. “You asked me to.”

Magolor paused, then grinned sleepily. “Yeah, but usually you grumble about it and try to pretend you’re not secretly a huge softie.”

“I’m NOT a huge softie.” Meta Knight said immediately.

Magolor raised an eyebrow.

“You’re literally holding my hand.”

Meta Knight looked away, flustered. “You’re the one who grabbed mine.”

“And you haven’t let go.”

“Hush.”

Magolor snorted. A real bright little laugh. His fingers gave another squeeze—playful this time, not sleepy.
It was such a simple gesture, but Meta Knight felt it like a spell.

Magolor tilted his head slightly, studying him.

There was a flicker of something thoughtful behind his gaze.

“Y’know…” he said slowly. “You don’t have to keep pretending you don’t like me.”

Meta Knight froze.
Time stopped. The world stopped. The galaxy stopped.

Magolor blinked, suddenly realizing what he’d just said.

“I-I mean—!!” he flailed, ears flapping, voice jumping an octave. “Not like like like! I meant—like, tolerate! Or, y’know, not hate! Like—friendly-like!!”

Meta Knight turned to look at him. Slowly. Calmly.
Internally screaming.

“…Do you always ramble this much when you're nervous?” he asked, voice low but not unkind.

Magolor immediately buried his face in the pillow.
“I’m going back to sleep...” he mumbled. “This is too embarrassing. Leave me to perish.”

Meta Knight was quiet for a long moment.

Then—

“...For the record...” he said softly, “I do like you.”

Magolor peeked out from the pillow, eyes wide and ears very pink. “…What kind of like are we talking here?”

Meta Knight didn’t answer.

He just squeezed Magolor’s hand, gentle and certain.

And Magolor’s smile bloomed like spring.🌷💕✨

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Ahem! May I interest you in some more... METALOR!?!? 💕🌷

Part 4 is here!!!!! I CAN'T wait to show you what part 5 is about! I actually enjoy making stories! After this one is done I wouldn't mind making more every now and then. (Along with art of course) 🥹🌷 Sorry part 4 was kind of long 😅 ...anyways - LETS GOOOOOO!!!!

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