I Usually Do Not Repost A Second Time This Quick, But This Art

this is actually so adorable, I’m internally screaming

boys kiss each other i saw it on google images

AAAAAHHHHHHH I LOVE THESE TWO

after watching the dog man trailer a few days ago, i’m so EXCITED! shoutout to my little brother marc who introduced me to this series after discovering captain underpants by myself

i realized a few design mistakes i made too late </3 oh well anyways detey fic part 2!! this ones a little more angsty

now THIS, THIS is art

I saw a pretty movie theater art and got inspired, so I drew this days ago, and I couldn't wait to post it!!!! ✨❤️

rhythm crane game

once again, little bro of mine told me about the dynamic of these two, it’s rather adorable and sweet

goombella, using tattle on vivian: uh, she is kinda cute, i guess. she might be even cuter than i am… i guess… wow. i think i might be jealous

koops, out of nowhere: nah, you’re just gay

I don’t chat here, if you want to chat with me, I’m usually active in Discord or YouTube or something.

I also don’t use Twitter.

stunning art over here

So I guess I'll just lie here...

breathin' in and breathin' out...

...the snakes in my head.

glados is a tsundere, i love it

draw chelldos

on it boss

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 🌷

marx from kirby

Marx hibernation.

I sent him to a cave