OH DAMN META

I LOVE IT

Commission for @tikara !! Thank you for your support! I had a fun time drawing the DJs, especially designing their outfits and drawing the decoration! It's been awhile since I drew a scenery, this piece makes me want to draw more backgrounds to practice with the depth and objects to fill the area :0

I hope you enjoy this piece! (❁´◡`❁)

i don’t really like this pairing, but it’s really cute nonetheless

Meta knight and Susie going on their first date and meta knight is actually really really awkward and it probably doesn’t go super great 🤭 🤭

He's doing his best and that's all that matters 🙏❤️

Never apologize for making something so adorably questionable

...still not apologizing for this one.

Steampunk and Kirby is a combination I’d never thought would work.

THIS IS SO GOOD HOLY SHTI

Yo what if more characters were also in Kirby and the Search for the Dreamy Gears (aka Steampunk Kirby)

although I think I fucked it up on the Dark Matter Characters. (I think Star Dream would've made a better fit actually I should make a steampunk version of that mf)

also obligatory Blade and Gooey :3

I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH! 🩷💝💕💞💗

IT’S SO FLICKING ADORABLE!!!!!!

I MOVED ASIDE MATH LECTURES JUST TO READ THIS

I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SO MUCH AAAAAAA

🌼🔮Stuck with the Soggy Cat🔮🌼

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Part 6:

🌟🌧️Rainy Moments🌧️🌟

They were on a walk.

A walk that Meta Knight insisted on.

Despite Magolor’s reluctance and lazy demeanor, he was dragged out of his cozy spot on the couch by the promise of fresh air—though the sky didn’t seem to share their enthusiasm.

Dark clouds had gathered slowly, rolling in over the hills. Meta Knight noticed them first, his sharp eyes catching the shift in the atmosphere.

The trees rustled, carried by a wind that made it sound like they were whispering secrets. He glanced at Magolor, who was still poking a stick into a suspicious puddle, his brow furrowed in deep concentration.

"Storm's coming." Meta Knight murmured.

Magolor looked up, squinting at the sky, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oooooh, dramatic. You think we'll make it back before it hits?"

A low rumble of thunder answered that question for them.

"G-Guess not!" Magolor muttered - he was still kind of scared of storms, but he felt safe as long as Meta Knight was near.

(Even though metal was a lightning magnet)

And then, as if on cue, the skies opened.

Rain poured down in thick sheets, drenching them in seconds. Meta Knight's cape clung to his armor, and Magolor’s hood sagged under the downpour. Water ran down the path, rushing past them like it was eager to sweep them away.

Meta Knight raised his arm slightly, preparing to shield Magolor from the worst of the rain, but before he could move, two warm hands grabbed his.

"What—"

"Come on!" Magolor shouted, grinning, his voice bubbling with excitement. "Let’s run for it!"

Before Meta Knight could even react, Magolor was already pulling him forward, laughing as he dashed through the rain, dragging Meta Knight along like an unstoppable force.

Meta Knight stumbled after him, heart racing—not from the sprinting, but from the feel of Magolor’s hand, warm and reassuring in his own. He couldn’t help but marvel at the steadiness in the grip—Magolor wasn’t just pulling him through the rain, he was pulling him closer, grounding him. Meta Knight found it... comforting.

Something he didn’t expect to feel in a storm.

“Y-You’re insane!” Meta Knight laughed, breathless, water splashing against his boots.

Magolor’s laughter rang out, pure joy in every note. “You love it!”

They ran until they reached a grove, the trees thick enough to offer shelter, but there was one problem: a massive puddle—muddy, deep, and deceptively slippery.

Magolor didn’t see it.

He dragged Meta Knight right through it, and then-

SLIP

They both went down in a heap. Meta Knight face-planted into the mud - Magolor following right behind him, hands still firmly clasped together.

Meta Knight slowly sat up, and Magolor burst out laughing under the growing seriousness in Meta Knight’s eyes, and his mask was covered in mud.

Magolor giggled, “Sorry about that, Meta Knight!"

Meta Knight didn't answer.

He was just... staring.

Magolor's smile faltered just a bit under the intensity of that gaze.

"...W-What?"

"You..." Meta Knight said softly, "You make everything feel... different."

Magolor froze. His heart skipped a beat.

Meta Knight looked up again, the rain dripping off his mask like tiny rivers, his gaze intense. “I spent so long being… guarded. Even after everything we went through, I never... I never thought I’d be capable of letting someone in. Letting you in, again.”

Magolor’s fingers twitched in his hand.

Meta Knight swallowed, his next words coming out slower, as if he were trying to piece something fragile together. “You still talk too much... and you’re reckless, and you flip pancakes like they're part of a magic ritual-"

"That's because they are-"

"-but you're kind..." he said, cutting in gently. "You're loud and messy and you light up every room you enter-"

Meta Knight’s voice broke for a moment, as if the weight of his words caught him off guard. “And I...don’t think I want to imagine my world without you anymore-!"

"-I love you!” Magolor interrupted...

The words tumbled out of his mouth, clumsy and bold.

Meta Knight froze. Time seemed to hang between them, the world suspended in that single moment. Magolor blinked, his face flushing a deep crimson as realization hit him.

“I mean—haha wait no—um—I meant like, y’know, friend love! Not—uh—wait, no—unless you—uh—because if you do—I mean I do—WAIT—”

“Magolor.”

The quiet sound of his name broke through the chaos, stopping Magolor’s nervous rambling instantly.

Meta Knight took his mask off slowly, and was looking at him with something far more vulnerable than Magolor had ever expected.

Something real.

Honest.

Magolor shut his mouth, his breath shaky.

Meta Knight reached up, his gloved hand trembling slightly, and he brushed his fingers gently against Magolor’s cheek. The touch was tender, reverent, as though it had been building up to this moment for years.

“Say it again… please.”

Magolor’s heart hammered.

“I…” He breathed. “I love you.”

Meta Knight’s eyes softened, his whole expression melting into something more than just words could convey. Then, after a pause that felt like a thousand heartbeats, Meta Knight’s voice was barely a whisper.

“I love you too.”

Magolor froze again. His entire body felt like it had turned to stone, and then his ears turned pink.

Then his cheeks.

Then his whole face.

Then he made a tiny noise... Kind of like a kettle trying not to whistle.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Magolor’s heart surged forward. With a soft, nervous exhale, he closed the distance between them in one fluid motion and kissed Meta Knight.

This time, there was nothing accidental about it.

It wasn't a flustered stumble or a spice-rack collision.

This kiss was slow, deliberate, the kind that spoke of all the words they’d never said before.

The rain pattered softly above them, as if the world was giving them space to just... be.

Magolor’s lips were soft, warm against his. Meta Knight's hands trembled as they gently cradled Magolor’s sides, as though afraid the moment would shatter if he held too tightly. He let his fingers trace over Magolor’s skin, grounding himself in the reality of the moment.

Magolor deepened the kiss very slightly, as his hands started curling into Meta Knight’s armor as if he wanted to pull them even closer.

The world faded away—the storm, the mud, the cold—it was all just background noise to the quiet intensity between them.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their faces flushed with emotion and warmth, eyes glazed with something deeper.

Magolor chuckled softly, breathless. “So… does this mean I can give you nicknames now... like... Mety?"

“No.” Meta Knight replied with a slight smile, his voice low, almost teasing.

Magolor grinned wide. “Too late, Mety.”

Meta Knight chuckled, the sound rich and genuine. “Fine... but only if you’re my Maggie.”

Magolor practically lunged into his arms.

“I KNEW IT!! You are soft under all that broody cape drama!”

Meta Knight hid his smile in Magolor’s chest, letting himself laugh for a moment. Then he lifted his head, gently resting his forehead against Magolor’s.

Their bodies still close, and their heartbeats syncing together. The rain fell softly around them, the storm now nothing more than a distant memory.

The rain didn't stop until evening.

By the time they made it home-damp, laughing, a little breathless-the air had gone quiet again, warm and still. Magolor shook the water out of his hood like a soggy puppy, leaving little wet spots on the floor. Meta Knight rolled his eyes but didn't say a word.

Instead, he walked past him and took a clean towel from the hallway cabinet, and gently tossed it over Magolor's head.

"You'll catch a cold."

"Aww, you do care~?"

Meta Knight chuckled a bit as he just reached out and started rubbing Magolor's fur dry through the towel with careful, slow circles.

Magolor melted like butter on a waffle.

"I love you..." he said from under the towel like it was just a casual fact.

Meta Knight stared at him, eyes soft. Like he still couldn't believe this was real.

"...You have no idea what that means to me..."

Magolor stepped closer and pressed his forehead against Meta Knight's chest. "I think I do."

That night, the house was quiet.

The only sound was the occasional rustle of wind outside and the soft clink of tea mugs as they were set down, side by side, on the nightstand.

Meta Knight was sitting in bed with a book. Magolor had claimed the space beside him without asking-just wriggled in under the covers like he'd been doing this for years.

They hadn't said much since the kiss.

They didn't need to.

It was there in the soft glances. In the way Meta Knight turned the pages slower than usual - more aware of the warm body leaning sleepily against him. In the way Magolor kept sneaking peeks at him when he thought Meta Knight wasn't looking.

Eventually, Magolor yawned. Loudly. Dramatically. He flopped over onto Meta Knight's side like a weighted blanket with opinions.

"M'tired.."

"Then go to sleep."

"I can't..." he whined, "...my pillow's too cold."

"You have a blanket."

"It's not the same."

Meta Knight sighed a little bit.

Then, with a quiet rustle of fabric, he closed the book and set it aside. He didn't say anything as he shifted to lie back fully. Didn't say anything when Magolor immediately curled up against his side, head resting on his chest, arms loosely wrapped around him, but his wings moved. Slowly. Instinctively. One curled around Magolor's back.

"...Comfy?" he murmured.

Magolor nodded, already half-asleep. "Yes..."

Meta Knight looked down at him. He brushed his fingers lightly across Magolor's fur, gaze unreadable.

"I used to think I was better off alone..." he said quietly. "That opening up would just lead to pain. That it was safer to keep my world small."

He paused.

"But you're the one thing... I never saw coming."

Magolor made a sleepy little sound in response and nuzzled in closer, sighing into his chest. "You're so sappy when you're horizontal..."

Meta Knight snorted, the tiniest bit of a smile tugging at his mouth.

Then, almost shyly, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Magolor's head.

Magolor smiled-eyes still closed, and as the wind danced softly outside and the last of the storm drifted away, they fell asleep like that-tangled together, warm and safe, hearts finally at peace.💕🌷💖

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🌷💖✨PART 6✨💖🌷

Tomorrow I'll be posting the last chapter 🥺 However - I definitely will be doing other stories every now and then - It's actually very fun! 🥹💕🌷💖

I get to express my love about Metalor in words, and nothing makes me more happier then to share it with you guys!!!🪐✨

I've got so many ideas with these too! (Maybe too many😅) And that includes drawing and writing!

Anyways - I hope you enjoyed part 6 of "Stuck with the Soggy Cat"! 🥹💕🌷✨💖

again i don’t usually do two reblogs on the same day, but let me just say; oh goo, you’re so pan

So silly, more below

And one more!

i loved this funny very funny rhythm game thief as a little guy playing years ago growing up and this art style is pretty cool. love it

Can I interest you in some silly Rhythm Thief scribbles??

(Still hoping for a sequel 🤞)

HAPPY 33RD ANNIVERSARY, KIRBY!!!

I unfortunately do not have anything special planned for this occasion. Please forgive me.

i really love waddle dee ocs, for as long as i can remember, i have been thinking about making a roblox game based off of this but please don;t tell anyone please please plz

evil sad kittens are born

loudred and sunflora are never getting together, man