#magoroach

[confettimothz]

last kirby art dump i swear. anyways in june i took a bunch of lgbt kirby ship requests on insta for pride month. being a multishipper is awesome

[gizmogearszz]

Business partners

[sp4ce-cl0wn]

Collecting magolor ships like pokemon cards ill tag ones i like that i can name rn

[ironforest4]

throwing some food at the magoroach community (empty room)

[fullmoonfireball]

it's MY birthday and i'll draw what I want

[unluckyxse7enart]

Old snippet for my kirby rarepair of Darolor (Daroach x Magolor). This one's actually self-contained, but I never feel like I have Magolor's voice down right so I never posted it anywhere... until now, that is. Hopefully it's enjoyable even if it's too ooc!

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Magolor found that he didn't get nightmares as often as he used to. 

Once upon a time, those nightmares were almost a nightly occurrence, waking him abruptly in the dead of night, heart pounding and breathing rapid. His head always felt constricted after those dreams. Tight, too tight, like something biting into his flesh, teeth piercing to his core, to his very soul.

Every time after, he would wake up early for the day, set up his shoppe, start business just as dawn broke. Claimed they were special deal days. No one ever questioned it.

Now, he found those nightmares happened far less. Sometimes, they still did. But when they did, he would awake not to the cold, silent night, the only sound his blood rushing in his ears; no.

Now, he awoke to a soft paw guiding him close to its owner, the gentle susurrus of a heartbeat murmuring against his ears; gentle hushing from his beloved, as Daroach nuzzled Magolor's head slowly, soothingly, cradling the smaller in his paws as Magolor's breathing slowed.

Magolor could lean into him then, breathe deep the reassuring scent of his mate's fur as he buried his face in Daroach's chest, hugging him tightly closer. They would lay there like that, then, until sleep once more returned.

No more did his head hurt. No more did those claws sink into him. No more did the feeling of abject loneliness swallow him whole, a ritual sacrifice to an all powerful god no longer even around to appreciate it.

He wasn't alone anymore.

He wasn't lonely anymore.

And against all odds, Magolor slept easy, knowing that that's how it would stay.

[autismagolor]

hi magoroach nation (of 5 or so people) i did not forget yall i promise

[peachmangopie323]

Howdy magolor fans