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sirenofshadow · 7 months

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Man the Reboot Steam Team got weird.

The collection grows! Also have a Stepney on the way I bought from a friend and an Oliver another friend is going to send me as a gift c:

#HO/OO #model railway #hornby #bachmann #ttte #ttte thomas #ttte percy #ttte toby #ttte edward #ttte gordon #ttte bear #ttte mavis #ttte rosie

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nwreric · 6 months

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As a long time Sam's Trains viewer, I can safely say that I was not expecting this to ever happen.

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#thomas and friends #sam's trains #thomas the tank engine #ttte #thomas #ttte thomas #Wilbert Awdry #rev. w. AWDRY #model trains #ho scale #oo gauge #Youtube

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reallybadblackoutpoems · 2 years

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yep (2022)

"inspired by love piss and fucking stones"

submitted by @godsdamahalfblood

#poem #blackout poetry #submission #hee hee hoo hoo #he he ho ho #(horror music voice)#eee eee ooo oo #im so tired #anyway #thank you so much for your submission!!

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hazel-of-sodor · 2 years

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My model locomotive collection.

#model train #model railroad #ho scale #oo scale

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astro-inthestars · 2 years

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Okay for the majority of maybe two years I was only in like. ONE active discord, and that discord barely even did calls, my smaller servers did a few calls but only when everyone was present-

BUT HOLY FUCK I HAVE LIKE THREE ACTIVE SERVS NOW AND LIKE HOLY SHIT- MY NOTFS ARE CRAZY AND THERE ARE TWO ACTIVE VCS FROM COMPLETELY DIFFERENT SERVERS I-

#rennikorambles #ITS CRAZY I GOTTA ADMIT #IM NOT AGAINST IT BUT #HO OO O OHHH H HH H BOY #JE E Z #ITS A LOT BUT ITS FUN IM NOT MAD OR ANYTHING ITS JUST CRAZY #I AM NOT USED TO THIS MANY PEOPLE TO INTERACT WITH- AT LEAST TO THIS SCALE GFSGHGJHFASKFGHKSJH WOAH

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daijindraws · 9 months

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After a lot of cutting, sanding, modifications, and custom parts, my HO/OO USA Tour Thomas is complete. Complete with the bell from @KnucklesSCC I had to mangle/cannibalise my Bachmann James which is why the shell fis so high. The custom isn’t perfect,but I’m happy with it. Just in time for Flying Scotsman’s centenary too.

Thomas was made by Wilbert and Christopher Awdry, adapted for TV by Britt Allcroft and David Mitton, and currently owned by Mattel.

The Body shell is made by Arlo aka SkarloeyBoi

The bell was made by Sparkshot.

#thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #custom model #OO scale model #ho scale

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shower-phantom-ideas · 2 months

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Batman figures out Dannys secret identity but the thing is that hes not in the system. Like any system. His face isnt a match for anyone in any database anywhere??!?! This needs investigation. So someone bumps into him for some dna. Which turns out wasn’t even needed because he got stabbed while defending Damian so we got fresh blood samples now baby! But nothing. Not even a relative or anything.

What they do learn is that he just started appearing on cameras a little over 6months ago but before that? Nothing. And he doesn’t seem to be any older than 15 (hes 16 and a half fuck you batman) but how could someone so young be so hidden in the system. Hell even in paper records they can’t find anything in him.

Maybe Bruce can vent to his Justice League friends…. No who am I kidding man would rather die then that. Probably Red Robin (yum) who gets to vent to his friends. Anyway I just need Clark added to the mix because I want him to think Danny isnt human. Boiz heart isnt going fast enough. If it’s going at all. Holy shit Bruce is that a ghost?? Ahh a ghost! … ok wait I hear a beat phew not a ghost. But he might need medical help.

Oo maybe now we have something. A reason hes not jn any record. He might be a testtube baby. Look at how scrawny and guarded he is. Aww B he might have been some sort of labrat. Oh we gotta help him out. He hardly gets any social interactions so it totally makes sense. Look at him B he doesn’t even run from Joker (I hardly know her). We have to protect this poor lost child.

Oh lord now the batclan is spiralling with crazy theories about him.

Do you think Danny would know too? Like maybe hes watching all the nonsense unfold. Or hes trying very hard to convince the bats that no hes just a normal human 16 year old. Like he ho la di da look at me just a normal kid doing normal kid things.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #I have to go back to work now bye bye #I have more thoughts kn this but im out of time #oops im actually late #wish I had time to tag

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programmedtoexterminate · 1 year

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psiggt jsii di dth mja ttkm mru mn eh o ofnv eoa yuhoeeo er atib necnss oett e stigetu pi tdlg vy efhadtted

#tisi ut dwiwtstif h sos oo ho hohs i imeere itsen kr stte ei hdniging #ignore ignore ignore

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ghostbite0 · 20 days

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quiiick question about tiny 21 trio au, I imagine that since the trio's speech has been reduced to mostly if not only baby blabber, how do they managed to say the hashira's names? I suppose they would try and blabber them then come up with nicknames in blabber and stuff

oh my god i love this ask. yes

Sanemi's nicknames are in green, Obanai's are in purple, and Giyuu's are in blue. If a name has multiple colors, it has a nickname from more than one baby! If a name is just plain text, that's what all the babies use!

Shinobu: Nobu, Oh-Ho (Kocho), Ssshho

Gyomei: Hime, Gyo-yo, Mei, Mei-Mei, I-Maaa (E-mah)

Rengoku: Ren, Ren-Ren, Go-u, Kyo, Bubba

Tengen: U-ui, En-en, enny, Zuuu-i

Mitsuri: Woji, Mi-sssu (Me-su), U-wi (Oo-we)

Muichiro: Mu-i, O'io (Oh-ee-oh), I'wo, Bubba, Uu-i (Ew-e), Mu-Mu

nicknames may differ depending on who is and isn't in baby mode. Giyuu tends to use first names when he's tiny, and this is when Obanai will use titles like "Bubba" ... Obanai's speech is the worst, and Giyuu's is the best-- Sanemi thinks he has the best, so he will attempt bigger words

nicknames the babies use for each other:

Giyuu: o'mi-o'a (Oh-me-oh-ah), O'mi (Oh-me), Yu-Yu

Sanemi: Nemi, Shh-zu-ga-wa, Ssssa'mi (Sa-me)

Obanai: Wo-Wo, I'gu'wo (Ee-gu-woah), Obi (Oh-be)

BONUS:

Genya: Gawa, Ssssee-gah-wa, Bubba/Bwo/Baby Bub

#askbites #not artbites #tiny 21 trio au #demon slayer #kny #demon slayer au #kny au #deaging #agere

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helium-vibes · 2 years

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Everyone’s last words in DoubleLifeSMP*

Spoilers, obviously

*these quotes might not be 100% accurate cause some may have been said after they’ve died in-game. But I wanna make this more emotional :)

Jimmy: I’ve got no food so I’ve got to make it home and grab myself some. Otherwise I’m a goner. Tango: Oo-No! No. No no. How-NO! Eat eat-NO! Ren: Come on, BigB, you ready to go dude? You ready to go? Let’s get in there man, I’m seeing people all over the place. Look at this! Etho! Get Etho-! BigB: I’m ready I’m ready I’m ready. Etho! Stop-No! Grian: As long as the Wardens in the water...Uh oh...Oh no. I’m so sorry, Scar. Scar: Oh no, Grian! Etho: Uh oh. No no no...Are you serious?! Joel: Etho, they’ve trapped it, get back through! NO! BDubs: I never touched a dog! I never touched it! No! NO! Impulse: Not for very long you don’t have dogs! Nope! Oh! Really?! Cleo: MARTYN! Martyn: Which one is she, where’s Tilly? She’s been the one corrupting you this entire time! Where is she?! Tell me where she is! Oh geez they are packin’ a punch ho-ly! Holy, oh-I’m. I’m gone. Scott: Tilly death do us part, Pearl. Tilly death do us part! Pearl: Wait, Scott-What are you doing? Scott! What are you doing! Scott!...Oh no...What...Scott. Did he just sacrifice himself for me? We were the last ones left...Scott...I guess I forgive you after all...

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kakashiislut · 5 months

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Who is it?~ GhostFace

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7

@simp4myself

Warnings: kissing, cheating, mentions of hands on body.

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You find yourself just staring. Staring in shock. It was….it was them. You knew it, you fucking knew it! Those looks they always share, the way they always have a sadistic look in their eyes, the way Stu was always making up for silence by being loud, the way Billy stared.

Stu…Stu was that ghost. Ghost Face? The one that killed Casey and Steven, the one who called syd, the one who attacked syd? But Billy seemed guilty too.

But how did Billy get in trouble for something Stu did?…wait. WAIT.

You placed your hands on top of your head, shutting your eyes and trying to stop the wave of emotions flowing. Stu and Billy?…sharing a costume…killing people?

That itchy feeling bloomed in your stomach again.

Hearing a bang you slammed your head towards the door.

“Alcohol…ya alcohol…” you mumbled, shutting the closet where Stu…no ghost face stored all his stuff. You ran to lay on the floor and shove your arm under stus bed.

“HEY! What’s taking you so long?” Stu busted open the door quickly.

“Oh- I’m sorry…I guess my arm isn’t long enough to reach and I didn’t wanna move your bed- and I also didn’t wanna bother you or anyone else, so I thought if I just-“

“Relax!!! I got it!” His face seemed so joyful, was it all true?…

You moved a bit and watched as he laid his slender body on the floor and reached his hand under his fairly clean bed.

His hand brushed yours just a bit, yet it didn’t stop him from making a snarky comment.

“Oo you must like me…” he giggled.

“I do…” you teased, biting your lip hilariously.

“…well I mean…Tate and everyone are downstairs…”

He retracted his arm from under the bed, holding a slightly dusty bottle of wine. Apparently he’s had it since he was 12.

“What do you mean” you both sat on your knees staring at eachother.

“I mean…we can like…” Stu suddenly leaned in.

When his lips touched yours, you just let him. You let him softly kiss you, almost like he wasn’t sure if you’d flip out.

“Hey..wait…” you pulled away a bit and his lips hovered yours.

“Y-ya?..”

“Can I put my hand up your shirt?..”

“HO HO HO! Hell ya!” You were quick to put your hand over his mouth.

“Okay…”

“Okay..”

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peaches2217 · 4 months

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The Man in Red

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Every year for the past six years had been largely the same. The month before Christmas, the townstoads of Toad Town began draping lights from every surface, every tree, every building, and vendors came from all corners of the country to set up temporary shops for those seeking the perfect gifts. Two weeks before Christmas, a giant fake fir was raised in the town square; Toads of all ages gathered to decorate it in handmade ornaments and shimmering, colorful garlands, and the tree became an unofficial symbol of the Mushroom Kingdom’s prosperity and the unity of its citizens.

Seven days before Christmas, a very special guest arrived and set up shop at the base of that very tree. This was the part that excited the children the most, because this man, all decked in red velvet and white wool and black leather boots and belt, would give them candy and listen with a patient ear as they prattled one after another about their Christmas wishes.

Watching that man in red as he entertained a massive hoard of sugar-addled children, each and every tiny face alight in glee, Peach couldn’t believe Christmas itself had been a tradition unheard of in her world not even a decade ago. Everything about it felt so right, as though her people had been celebrating it since long before she was born.

Nodding to her guards, she broke from her walk to pay the man of the hour a visit.

“Why, if it isn’t our friend Santa Claus!” she greeted, older Toads parting automatically for her (and pulling the more clueless youngsters out of her path, though she still had to step around a handful of them).

‘Santa’ looked up at her as he carefully lowered a child from his lap, and Peach almost tripped over her own feet. His deep blue eyes shone brilliantly in the lights of the square, like hand-blown glass that caught the sun just so. For that matter, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t known those eyes a decade ago. The mere thought of living in a world where she had never met his gaze chilled her more than the cold ever could.

Overwhelmed by the sudden burst of sentiment, Peach stopped to recompose herself internally. She was mercifully spared from having to save face too hastily.

“The beautiful Queen Peach!” Santa stood from where he sat and met her halfway with wide, confident strides. With a theatrical bow, he took her left hand, lowered himself onto one knee, and kissed the pale sapphire ring on her fourth finger.

The sight brought Peach out of her sentimental spell and cheered her considerably. This role suited him so well. For all of his many, many, many accomplishments, none brought him greater joy than bringing joy to others. “It’s an honor to welcome you back to the Mushroom Kingdom, Mr. Claus.”

“Oh, no, the honor’s all mine.”

Peach bit her lower lip in an effort to suppress her amusement. This was the same every year, too: he hid his instantly recognizable voice behind an accent not dissimilar to the Standard accent, but with harder consonants and exaggerated vowel shapes and disregard for the letter r, so that his pleasantry sounded something like Dee anah’s oo-wall mine.

The native accent of Brooklyn, his kingdom of birth, he had once explained, which he would probably speak with naturally had he been born into a Standard (or “English,” as it was called there)-speaking household. It was undoubtedly charming, but she much preferred the merry and melodic lilt he spoke with the other 364 days of the year. Call it bias.

‘Santa’ finally stood and dusted the snow from his pant legs, though he didn’t relinquish Peach’s hand, nor did he look away from her. “Now! You’re here to make a wish, yeah?” And then he winked, quickly enough that she was sure no one else caught it.

Showtime. Peach dipped her head in acknowledgement.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t!” She easily disguised her secret affirmative gesture as an act of humility with a palm to her cheek. “Christmas wishes should be saved for the children.”

“Oh-ho, Your Majesty, there’s plenty enough Christmas magic to go around! Anyone can make a wish.” He twisted his torso to address the growing crowd. “Right?”

Cheers rose all around them, children shouting their encouragements and clapping in excitement and adults watching on with fond faces, some even joining in. The man in red’s eyes sparkled brilliantly once more at the response. He did so love performing to an audience. It had taken Peach a bit longer to grow accustomed to.

She made a show of conceding, sighing in good humor and letting herself be led to the plush chair where children shared their greatest wishes. The townstoads giggled in delight at the sight of their very regal, very tall queen making herself comfortable on Santa’s lap, and just for their sake, she took a moment to dramatically smooth her skirts and correct her posture, her unnecessary formalities drawing even more mirth from the crowd.

A strong and steady hand pressed into her lower back, hidden from sight by her shawl. With her the sole center of attention, her Santa made no effort to disguise the affection that fell naturally across his features. The night chill was no match for the warmth his gaze provided her.

“Peach Toadstool, Queen Regent of the beautiful and prosperous Mushroom Kingdom—” and at this she barely suppressed a chuckle, because she knew how needlessly long-winded he felt such formal titles were, yet he said it so convincingly all the same, “—what would you like for Christmas?”

Peach pressed her palms together and hummed in mock-contemplation. The crowd fell quiet, save for a few children shouting out suggestions (“A golden Yoshi that poops coins!” being her personal favorite), and she let the tension dance on the air a moment longer.

“Well,” she began at last, “to tell you the truth, I’m not sure what more I could possibly ask for. I’m blessed with everything a royal could ever want. A kingdom in peacetime, a thriving populace, devoted friends and family…” She turned her eyes to a distant but well-lit alleyway, resting her right hand over her heart with a gentle smile. “...a husband I love very much…”

Her smile grew at the quiet huff this drew from her Santa. When she returned her attention to him, his cheeks glowed a rosy hue, the white polyester of his beard making the color look luminescent.

She wanted to pull that silly accessory down and kiss him for all the world to see. The thought of traumatized children with shattered dreams and their exasperated parents forced to take them home and comfort them was the only thing stopping her.

“There is one thing I’d like, I suppose.” She gestured to their surroundings, eyes flickering between the colorful displays strewn about. “I’d like to see the lights of Toad Town from afar, so I can take in their beauty in one fell swoop. That’s my wish this year.”

Oohs and aahs rang out now, as well as scattered voices expressing approval or whispering to their loved ones that they should do the same.

More cheers sounded as Peach stood back to her feet and bade the townstoads a Merry Christmas. If she stayed any longer, she feared her heart might burst.

Santa escorted her to her entourage of guards, wishing her a warm and pleasant rest of her evening, then with one more kiss to the back of her hand, he made his way back to the reaccumulating line of children.

“Oh, and Santa?” Peach called after him.

He stopped immediately, as if he’d expected one last request, turning on his heel and trotting right back to her.

“I know he’s a very busy man,” she told him, her voice low, “but… if by any chance my husband could join me when I see the lights?”

Something new flickered across his features now, something uplifting in its brightness, and then he tapped his index finger to his nose with a resolute grin. “I’ll see what I can do.” was his equally hushed response, but it wasn’t delivered in the voice she attributed to Santa; he dropped his little act and spoke to her in the accent she was much more familiar with, a bouncy and gentle I’ll-a see what I ken-a do.

Peach felt light on her feet as she continued on her walk, that dulcet promise cycling endlessly through her head.

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A thud from outside froze Peach’s hand mid-stitch.

No alarm bells rang in her head, no sense of dread overcame her, nothing of the sort. But only one person ever accessed the balcony from the outside with any regularity, and unless she had lost track of time, she was certain he was still in the town square. She stood and draped Luigi’s nearly-complete dress over the back of her chair, the needle dangling from its thread just above the seat cushion; with quiet steps, she crept toward the balcony door.

Why, oh why did she never think to hide a sword or a bat or a cast-iron pan near that door? Rarely did she ever occupy her chambers alone. Perhaps she’d grown too used to the feeling of safety.

“...Mario?” she called out.

A beat, then a muffled reply.

“No, no,” she heard from the other side of the door, “no Mario. It’s-a me, Santa Claus!”

Instantly her anxiety evaporated. Sure enough, when she opened the door, there he stood, snow clinging to the front of his velvet suit from his climb; he lifted his stocking cap to greet her, uncovering for the first time that night the deep brown curls on his head.

Peach was almost surprised at the childlike anticipation that bubbled up within her. He’d traded the fake Santa voice for his natural Italian accent, yet the rest of the act remained. What in the name of the stars was he up to?

“Oh! Santa!” She ushered him inside, trying not to shiver from the cold as he stomped the snow from his boots before following her in. Santa Claus duties usually kept him busy until just before midnight. Glancing at the grandfather clock opposite the bathroom door, she saw that midnight was still two hours away. “What are you doing here so early?”

“Ah, Your Majesty, it’s been such a long day! More wishes today than I’ve ever gotten. So I thought I’d get a head start on making all those wishes come true!” As he spoke, he made his way to their massive walk-in wardrobe and disappeared inside, fishing through her endless assortment of outfits. “And I knew this was the perfect place to start.”

The pieces began to fall into place, why he called it quits earlier than expected and came right back to her side, and already Peach felt her cheeks growing warm. “Oh?” she played along anyway. “And why start here?”

Finally, he emerged from the closet, Peach’s favorite snow boots dangling from his left hand and her warmest, fluffiest coat draped over the same shoulder. “Well I can’t keep the Queen waiting, can I?” he teased with a wink.

I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It went unspoken, but Peach understood all the same. She gratefully accepted the clothes he offered her, fastening the buttons of her coat while he knelt to lace her boots. When he was done, he beamed up at her, still balanced on one knee, and stars he was going to be the death of her…

“Where to, Santa?”

“To the roof.” He held his hand palm-up as he rose to his feet, and she took it without hesitation.

Within moments, they were racing through the winding corridors of the castle, laughing together in shared mischievous cheer. Peach didn’t even register the handful of confused glances thrown their way by newer members of the staff still unaccustomed to the sight. She let her feet follow him blindly through hallways and up tucked-away spiral staircases, thinking of nothing but his bright laugh and the heat of his hand in hers.

The cold air hit her like a slap to the face as she climbed through the rooftop’s trapdoor, and she squeezed his hand tighter as he led her to the spire jutting from the center of the sloped roof. He let go once they reached their destination, bending before her and lacing his fingers together, palms-up; she dutifully stepped into his conjoined hands and pushed off of the shingles with her opposite foot as he hoisted her up, scrambling onto the spire’s ledge with less elegance than she would have preferred, but managing all the same.

As he pulled himself up to sit beside her, she looked ahead, and though she already knew what she’d see, her breath was taken away.

She could truly see the whole of Toad Town from here. The square, its massive fir tree standing proud and tall above the buildings, ornaments twinkling from every angle; the vendors’ booths, still bustling with activity in spite of the late hour, friends and family and couples and kids gawking at homemade goods and sipping cocoa; the colorful fairy lights wound around mushroom-capped homes, illuminating every last inch of the town in a warm, welcoming glow. The rooftop was cold and dark, yet the sight before her radiated unprecedented warmth. Peach’s silly little wish, realized to the fullest.

A thousand words bubbled within her chest, words of glee and gratitude and general awe, yet as soon as she turned to share them, they died on her lips.

He was already staring up at her. In the residual light, his eyes sparkled even more brightly than they had in the town square; though his silky beard hid most of his face, she could tell from the crinkles around those gleaming eyes that he was smiling.

If only she could see him properly…

“Oh, Santa,” she said, “it’s beautiful. This is exactly what I wanted.” Then, with a wistful sigh, she turned her attention back to the festival of lights. “Well… almost exactly.”

A pause, and then: “Ah! That’s right! There was another part to your wish, wasn’t there?”

“Yes, there was.” Peach found one sight to focus on, the amusing ordeal of three children struggling to reign in their pet Chain Chomp as it chased what appeared to be a rabbit. “Truly, I can’t thank you enough for your thoughtfulness! But such a wonderful sight is best shared with someone you love, you know? It’s just too lonely otherwise. What I’d give to have—”

“Mamma mia, Peachy, what are you doing out here all on your own? You must be freezing!”

The corners of her lips drew into a jaw-splitting grin.

The beard now hung limply around his neck, and finally she could see that tender smile in its full glory, only partially hidden beneath his thick mustache. Mario had, at some point during her monologuing, unbuckled his belt and begun shucking his coat, and he shrugged out of it as soon as the last button popped open at his fingertips.

“Oh! Mario!” She didn’t even try to hold back; she giggled openly in pure levity. “When did you get here?”

Mario hummed tunelessly as he draped his costume’s coat over her shoulders, drawing the woolen collar as high up her neck as it would sit. “Just got here. I passed some good-looking guy with a beard in the hall and he said I’d find you on the roof. Of all places!”

Satisfied that she was now perfectly warm (even though he wore nothing beneath the coat beyond a short-sleeved white undershirt), he pulled his legs up onto the ledge and sat on his knees, so that their faces were closer to level. “So what are you doing up here, amore?”

He looked entirely too proud of himself. They were like children themselves, Peach found herself thinking more than once, playing nonsensical games with no clear goal in mind, for no other reason than the fun of it. We all have to get older, sure, but who says we have to grow up? he’d once propositioned to her.

Having been forced to grow up into a responsible leader far too quickly — having spent most of her formative years under a pressure even the most capable of adults would find too intense — these little games meant more to Peach than she ever had the nerve to let on.

“Actually, I was waiting for you.”

“Oh? Good timing then!” He patted his thigh, a clear invitation, and one she was all too happy to accept. She drew her legs onto the ledge as well so she could comfortably recline against him, laying her head in his lap as he readjusted his coat over her. The lights of Toad Town looked even more vibrant with him there, as himself.

“I gotta say,” Mario said as she admired the lights, “this is the most incredible sight I’ve ever seen.”

Peach nuzzled into the soft fabric of his pants with a sigh. She didn’t even have to see his face to know he was looking straight at her. She could tell from the tone of his voice alone, playful and sugary sweet.

They remained there in companionable silence for a while longer, watching as the townstoads carried on with their night. How she could see them in movement yet still feel so certain that she and her man in red were the only two people in the galaxy, Peach was unsure, but she didn’t suppose it was a bad thing.

#I warned y'all! I warned y'all this would be corny even for me!#I am not even the slightest bit sorry. hashtag character development #super mario bros #smb #mario #princess peach #mario x peach #mareach #peaches' fancy fics

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ishuess · 3 months

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New beginnings ♾️

Shubman (in bathroom in front of mirror): this is it..this is the moment..Shubman Gill you can do this.

Ishan(from the bed): SHUBI MOVIE NIGHT PAUSED HAI JALDI AA

Shubman: AAYA..this is going to change everything and nothing for better. I know my lines and I am ready for it..but is he ready?

Ishan: JALDI AANA..

Shubman: AAYA EK MINUTE RUK...he better be ready.

Ishan: kitna taiyaar ho raha tha...it's movie night babyy.

Shubman: Haan haan pata hai but I will chose a movie.

Ishan: Ayye no hollywood na I am feeling desi rom coms.

Shubman: Yea yeaa..I know *picks movie*

Ishan: Jab we met?

Shubman: Yea..

Ishan: We have already watched this one and you find it stupid.

Shubman: I do love stupid *looks at Ishan*

Ishan: Tu mereko stupid bol raha hai?

Shubman: main tereko love u bol raha hoon ab dekhte hain.

Ishan: *huffs*

..........They start the movie...........

Ishan: *keeps on repeating lines from film*

Shubman: *watches Ishan with a smile*

Ishan: *sniffles* How can Anshuman do this?

Shubman: Paagal hai na

Geet (in T.V): Main tujhe bohot acchi lagti hoon na?

Ishan: Main tujhe bohot accha lagta hoon na?

Shubman: *pauses the movie*

Ishan: yaar kyun roka paagal!

Shubman: *pulls Ishan on his lap*

Ishan: Shubman? Kya hua?

Shubman: Phirse bol

Ishan: Kya hua?

Shubman: Nahi usse pehle?

Ishan: Yaar..kyun roka..

Shubman: Nahi usse pehle..

Ishan:....main tujhe bohot acchi lagti hoon na??

Shubman: Bohot par woh

Ishan: Teri problem hai?

Shubman: Meri problem nahi hai mere life ka sabse best decision hai..Tune mujhe har khushi ki vajah di..teri smile..tere nakhre..teri baatein..tere aansu..teri hasi

Ishan: Shubi..

Shubman: Smile kar na do minute...Uth ek second aur chal mere saath.

Ishan: Kahaan?

Shubman: Tu bas mainu follow kar.. *takes Ishan to the balcony*

Ishan: Kya kar raha hai..tu mujhe dara raha hai? Sab thik haina?

Shubman: Sab changa hai..Ab ruk.

Ishan: Shubi...kya kar rahaa..

Shubman: Sun toh pehle..

Ishan: Chhetti dass

Shubman: Thand rakh kaake..Ishh jab tujhse pehli baar mila tab yeh ehsaas nahi hua ki tu mere zindagi ka woh hissa ban jaayega jo mujhe khud se bhi zyada pyaara ho jaayega. I love you kab I love us ban gaye. Hum kab roommates se best friends se boyfriends ban gaye. Par ab boyfriends nahi reh sakte..I am sorry

Ishan: Kya...kya bol raha hai Shubman? *starts panicking and hyperventilating* Maine kuch kiya..Sorry na baby. Hum baat nahi kar sakte kya? Sab sort out nahi kar sakte kya..Shubi please i am sorry

Shubman: Ishan sun tu galat samajh raha hai..tu sun nahi raha

Ishan: I am sorry...I am so sorry Shubi..Shubi please..*starts crying*

Shubman: Oh shit!! *cups Ishan's face* Panic matt kar...look at me..Ishan look at my eyes. Breathe ok breathe

Ishan: Shubii...

Shubman: It's ok baby..do you feel my heartbeat...see I'm here..breathe..breathe

Ishan: Hum sab theek nahi kar sakte?

Shubman: Paagal tu sunta hi nahi...sab theek nahi main sab perfect karne waala hoon.

Ishan: Kya bol raha hai

Shubman: Pehle chal uth ke baith pehle paani pi

Ishan: Nahi tu suspense mat bana...please bolna.

Shubman: *picks up Ishan and carries him to bed*

Ishan: Kya kar raha hai..

Shubman: Ab chup bilkul chup..Main tujhse bohot pyaar karta hoon...sabse zyada pyaar karta hoon..isliye..*deep breath* tumerenaalvyaahkarega?

Ishan: Kya?

Shubman:*goes on one knee and takes out a ring* Will you Ishan Kishan marry me?

Ishan: *starts crying after wearing the ring*

Shubman: Oo tu ro matt..tere munh pe smile hi suit karti hai *sits beside Ishan and hugs him*

Ishan: Chup kar paagal.*punches him lightly on chest*

Shubman: Aah..maar matt..

Ishan: *kisses Shubman*

Shubman: *deepens the kiss*

Ishan: *moves away out of breath*

Shubman:*cups Ishan's face* Yahi chahiye for 7 janam tak ab bas tu hi chahiye

Ishan: *laughs with tears in eyes* daraya kyun tu pehle? *slaps him lightly*

Shubman: Tune pura bolne kahan diya? Tujhe sach mein lagta hai meri aukat tujhse breakup karne ki hai? Khudko dekha hai laanat hogi mujhpe agar tujhe jaane diya.

Ishan: Paagal..

Shubman: Tune jawaab nahi diya lekin..

Ishan: Ab teri permanent booking ho gayi hai.

Shubman: *kisses Ishan* I love us

Ishan: I love us more.

(This fic was requested by one and only @bimesskaira . Aaj toh jee bohot angst ho gaya. That's why this fic is to only and only happy beginnings. Ab itni acchi fic likhi hai toh ek hi aasha hai ki aap sabko pasand aayegi.

Aur sab milke bhagwan ji se pray karo ki ISHAN COMES BACK STRONGER THAN EVER aur nazar na lage mere cuties ko.)

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