#catlance

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*posting this while busy with an important art trade to take the stress away* -- special gift to the lovely @aramdonlol, hope you enjoy your food~ ♡✧

The drawing for this chapter was highly inspired by this one, made by the previously tagged. It’s absolutely gorgeous, so give it all the love you can:

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The first ship to kick off this series is Magolacta (Magolor x Galacta Knight)! Now, this one is a beloved rarepair that I've held in my heart for a while, but never got the chance to make for it until recently. Even though Galacta Knight was a scumbag in Umbra Knight's lore, I felt it'd be too harsh to not bless him with the gift of true love. I imagine they'd have a bit of a rough start, with Galacta pushing away Magolor's affection and support, believing it to be attention he doesn't deserve, especially after losing control of Umbra. But with time (and a bit of persistent encouragement), Galacta would begrudgingly warm up to Magolor, albeit not in the way Magolor would've ever expected.

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On one particular day, Galacta finally understood the strange garden of butterflies he had in his metaphorical stomach whenever Magolor was near. He finally understood the weird dreams he had of slow dancing in his embrace under a meteor shower, the sounds of them passing by feeling like arrows in his metaphorical heart. He finally understood why he suddenly lost confidence whenever Magolor took off his mask to touch his face. And in response to this realization, Galacta collapsed, breaking down in tears as he stabbed his lance into the ground, large cracks forming under him.

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Magolor rushed to his side, picking him up from the ground as the knight placed a hand over his face in shame. Through his tears, Galacta sobbed out a burning question. "How... could you possibly love someone like me!? You still come to my side when I'm weak, even after everything... I-I don't understand..." He turned away from Magolor, attempting to use his wings to shield him before they were pushed to the side. "Gala... you needn't feel this way. You're just broken." The audacity, the nerve, the way he was so concerned about him sickened him inside. He almost wanted to believe it wasn't real, like he was pretending to care. The deepest layer of his heart formed giant crossed fingers, praying that he was just a good actor, that he wasn't genuinely willing to devote time and energy into giving him love, love that he believed he wasn't worthy of receiving.

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**as an important notice, due to the horrible weather we’ve been having over here, some drawings may get delayed**

starting next month, i plan to start a kirby drawing practice series called:

🫂❤️‍🩹 “just let it out” ❤️‍🩹🫂

this will feature various kirby ships (romantic + platonic) and will go on during the next week or two (maybe longer, depending on how many ideas i get). maybe i might also do a thing where if i run out of ships i want to draw, i’ll start seeking suggestions! :3

this is an attempt to fight back against art block and also an angst series (cuz i’m dangerously deprived of it lmao). there will also be blood and stuff in some, so just be aware of it 💕

i cannot guarantee back-to-back uploads, but i will greatly appreciate your patience if they do well 💕