#metasusie

[yarmiko-art]

First base is mutual threats

A redraw of this thing I made two year ago. Still love the dynamic

Engaging in verbal passive-aggressive conversations with each other is actually very entertaining passtime. This is why their post-Robobot\pre-Star Allies interactions are so fun to me: this is a very shaky ground, riddled with mutual loathing. Susie, who really isn't doing very well after Max dying (technically her fault) and getting the CEO's status to pressure her. Also not actually processing her trauma in AD, but repressing it along with most of her emotions. And MK with his wounded pride, who is frustrated with himself first and foremost. And genuinely not trusting the new CEO of intergalactic corporation, which is kinda valid

I guess I just love the trope of "this evil\annoying person you preserve them as, turns out to be not so evil/annoying"

[icy-dark-star]

When your best friend and partner build you a weak-ass robot to beat up

[itsquakey]

Day Twenty of the ship request challenge goes to Metasusie! The ship that got me blocked by some rando on Insta complaining about it.

[kirbsmakemesmile]

OKAY FINE I’ll draw normal blob metasusie

[mooniety]

marriage is not the ending of a tale, but instead the beginning of another

[shippyo]

Kirby doodles with Meta and Susie :3 🩷💙

Bunch of idiots i can't take srs but i need to squash in my hands wbbsshh

[chibifox2002]

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 🙏❤️

[p-ogman]

“You didn’t think we were done...did you?”

[george228732]

I am sorry for what I am about to say but like, I really really dislike Metasusie

[ronjacksilver4816]

Happy B-day, Ships-Queen/Shippy!

Take these as your five B-day gifts, Shippy! @shippyo

[yarmiko-art]

"You dragged me here on purpose!" "I might have"

The fact that I remembering this bit only now

[icy-dark-star]

Knight Hoodie partner look

They did not have Meta's size (despite most people being around the same size as him...)

Maskless version under read more because I couldn't decide which one I like more

[rmaximumthehormone]

Happy Valentines Day 💙💝💖💘

I hope you have a good time on this day I love you 💘💝💖💙

[kirbsmakemesmile]

A bunch of old metasusie to start out strong EEEKK 😊😊😊😊

And the thing I did for mk’s birthday with his gijinka 😊😊

[mooniety]

you haven't posted about it much i love your metasusie galactadad ugh 😭

thank youuuu! sorry it took so long to respond, i wanted to draw something cute for this & finally found the time! hereee:

i imagine gk's just strapped in for the whole landslide that is these two's relationship --he's just happy that his millennia old man child is in love & that his lover loves him back all the same, after all, what parent wouldn't want that for their child? ^^

[meta-susie]

[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.