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A Present for Oscar 🎁pt. 1- César x Reader (Siblings)

Request: None

Pronouns: None Stated

Word Count: 863

Warnings: Gun Mention at the end

Summary: Your brother Oscar is returning from jail and you get him a present against your other brother, César's judgement.

“César, come on.” You grin, pulling César into yet another department store.

“No, I don’t see why we’re doing this.” César groaned. “He’s just going to get locked up again the minute he gets out.”

A frown forms on your face, “Don’t say that. He said he’s going to do better. If you’re going to be rude you can go. You could’ve given me the money and let me go by myself.”

“No,” He muttered, opening the store door for you. “The block’s getting restless. I don’t need you wandering by yourself.”

You roll your eyes, “The block’s been restless ever since he left. Let’s just focus on the good things now. Oscar’s coming home, and we need to get him a present!”

César put on a small smile as you began to wander the store. He wondered how you could be so happy. Oscar wasn’t exactly bad but he definitely wasn’t good. He went to jail. For months it was just the two of you and some Santos. Sure, he was used to it, but while Oscar was gone, César had stayed. He had to hold you when you cried. He had to make sure that you were safe. César knew Oscar would do the same but he was never there to act on it.

Shaking his head, he looked through a selection of coats. He held up a dark blue one with large matte black buttons, “What about this one?”

“Hmm I don’t know,” You hold up some cologne, “What about this?”

“No, Oscar would want to pick out his own cologne.”

You smile, “I just can’t wait to see him. We need to hurry up if he’s coming home tomorrow. What do you think he would like the best? You know him more.”

“Ummm,” César scanned the department store. There were rows of clothes, different sections of shirts and pants. There was cologne and perfume on glass stands with models on posters near the displays. He always hated stores like this, ones that couldn’t focus on one item, but a selection of kitchen appliances caught his eye.

“He likes to cook, right?” César questioned. “We could get him some cooking supplies. Like a new knife set or something.”

“Yes!” You cheered, pulling him to the selection. “Let’s get him some knives.”

César looked at the different brands of shiny metal knives. They were almost pretty, gleaming under the fluorescent light bulbs. He knew Oscar would love some, but they were all so expensive. Only $20 sat crumbled in his pocket. When he raised his head to see which ones you were looking at he noticed you had left the section and were heading to the checkout center. An expensive knife set in your hands.

He quickly walked towards you, “What are you doing? Those are $70! We don’t have that much.”

“Don’t worry about it,” You smiled.

The lady behind the cash register scanned the set, “Anything else?

“Yes,” You point towards an apron with different vegetables printed on it, “I’ll like to get this too.”

“Alright! That will be $80, cash or card?”

“Cash if that’s okay,” You say pulling out some dollar bills from your wallet.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this,” César muttered.

“But I want to, he’s our brother César. He’s all we have so we’re going to get him a present.” You whisper, handing the cashier the bills.

The lady handed you the bag and with a “good-bye” and the two of you walked out of the store and out of the mall. The walk home was quick and silent. César’s head was filled with worries. Who knows what could’ve happened to Oscar while he was in jail. Maybe he has a shorter temper, or maybe he wants to be left alone. Either way he was afraid for your hopes to be shattered.

While he was away he didn’t allow you to see Oscar. It was a decision that broke up the previously close bond the two of you had. You tried to convince César, but he wouldn’t let up. You didn’t know, but César didn’t want you to see Oscar liked that, but now he regrets it. Maybe it would’ve been good to see Oscar, so your hopes wouldn’t be up. Believing he was the same man as before.

Unknown to César you were scared, so scared that everything would all change once he was back. You weren’t living in a delusion, you knew Oscar wasn’t the softest person, but being without him so long made you miss him, not hate him. If Oscar came back César would relax a bit. You weren’t a little kid, but César was so worried that something would happen to you. Having your biggest brother back would fix it. Even if you didn’t get Oscar back you could possibly get César back.

This was all you thought about as you fell asleep. The knife set and apron tied nicely with a blue bow sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

The next morning César woke up before you. He sat outside on the front steps on the porch. The sky was orange with a bit of blue poking out and the sun shone on his face. A breeze flowed through the trees and he watched as the leaves rustled. He tapped his foot anxiously.

You walked outside and tossed César an apple. He looked up at you.

“You need to eat.”

César sighed and took a bite out of the apple. He rested his head on the palm of his hand.

“It’s a nice day, isn’t it?” You asked, gazing up at the sky.

“Yeah,” He chewed the apple slowly.

You sat next to César. He looked tired. “Don’t tell me you’ve been out here all night. That’s not healthy.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Well, go inside and take a nap. I’ll stay out here and tell you when he’s here.”

César opened his mouth to argue, but he had been tossing and turning all night. Every time he went to sleep he would wake up minutes later. He got up, stopping to look at you. Sometimes he forgot that you were only two years younger. He went inside leaving you by yourself on the porch.

One hour passed, then two, then more and when César woke up he was met in a purely silent house. He rolled over in his bed, reaching for his phone and saw that it was long past 3, when Oscar was supposed to come home.

Getting up, he walked through the house calling for your name. César prepared for the worst. Walking to the door he lightly knocked, he thought he heard you shuffling inside.

“Y/N it’s okay. We don’t need him anyway, open the door. Please.”

César opened the door expecting to see you inside, but you were gone. Your radio played soft music on the nightstand. Your sheets were still crumbled from where you left them that morning. Your walls were lined with photos. Some with César, some with César ‘s friends and some with Oscar.

He felt his heart begin to beat, he ran through the small house, checking every room.

“Y/N where are you? Y/N it’s okay!” He checked the backyard. Red solo cups littered the grass, but you were nowhere near. The sun was beginning to set.

Running back inside he checked for a note, a text message, anything. He anxiously ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth. In the months since Oscar had left, you had never gone anywhere without notifying someone. Suddenly he heard someone talking outside. Low, gruff voices. He grabbed a gun, and moved towards the door.

Author's Note: Comment below what y'all want me to write! I'm having a little case of writer's block lol so I'm up for anything on my masterlist. I debated posting this one or a Latrelle one, but he'll probably be next. Also, do people still read/write omb fics? I don't really use A03 but I know there wasn't many new ones on tumblr or wattpad. But, I just love writing OMB characters. Anyway I hope y'all enjoy this one! If you enjoyed this please like and follow for more. Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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stargirlposts · 1 year

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El Malo

CHAPTER 2

(I know I took quiet a minute to post this but I lost my drafts in my old phone cause it fell in water 😭 and I didn’t back anything up but it’s here it also took a while cause I don’t really like how it turned out im having major writers block so some feedback would be great ps. Thank you for the likes and reposts it means a lot to me

I couldn’t sleep all night after Cesar told me that Oscar is getting out tomorrow. I don’t know what to expect or what’s gonna happen. I cuddled up on the couch as I thought back to when Oscar and I were younger. Him and I had always known each other, not personally but my house was down the street from his, so when I would walk to school, I would walk past his house . As we got older, Oscar and I always exchanged glances but we never talked.

I had never even told my friends about the glances that we shared, he didn’t tell his friends either, it was just something between us. I can still remember when one day I saw him with those beautiful dark curls and the next day it was all gone. Or when I saw his Santos tattoo for the first time.

I always thought Oscar was attractive but I wouldn’t ever dare act on it. He was a santo and I was a goody two-shoes, I never thought he was interested in me. I was the complete opposite of the ideal girl for him in the position he was in as a santo. But he didn’t care about that. He was different. He is different.

But, I’m concerned about how Oscar getting out is gonna affect Cesar. He seemed real distant after he told me that Oscar is getting out. I’m scared about what’s gonna happen

Cesar and another santo went to pick Oscar up, I didn't want to stick around for when they would come back so I decided to go to my mom’s house.

“Mija, you can't hide here forever. You’ll have to face him eventually” my mom stated softly as she stroked my hair lovingly.

“I thought you didn’t want me anywhere near him” I stated as I turned to look at her.

“And I don’t, I told you multiple times when you were a teen not to go anywhere near him and that he was no good for you but look where we are now “

I rolled my eyes with a sigh, “ I have Tony, he’s good for me, isn’t he?”

“Well, from what you’ve told me he is but I’m your mom, I know you don’t love him”

“I don’t know how to leave him, he’s been so good to me but he’s just not-“

“He’s not Oscar “ she started cutting me, “ You’re gonna hurt him if you keep lying princess”

“I told myself I’d learn to love him and I will, it’s just taking a while”

My phone buzzed and I looked to see it was a notification from Cesar

Cesar💙: he’s out.. we’re heading back now

I turned my phone off and told my mom I was going to my room. I was gonna relax and take a nice bath and everything was gonna be fine.

I was writing in my journal when I heard a knock on my door and my mom opening the door halfway.

“Caesar is here to see you ,” she smiled softly and patted Cesar on his shoulder.

“ Hey, Cesar” I said to him as I put my notebook in my bedside drawer.

I saw his eyes looked red and I tugged his wrist to sit down on my bed.

“What happened, what’s wrong?”

“Oscar is forcing me into the gang, I don't want to Y/N..”

We both knew this was gonna happen even before Oscar got arrested.

“Do you want me to talk to him even though I really don’t want to see him but you know I’d do anything for you..”

“We both know nothing's gonna change his mind, I’m scared of him, I don’t think even you could change his mind..He asked about you, I think he wants to see you”

I rolled my eyes but I’m not gonna lie and say that didn’t warm my heart. My mom knocked on my door telling me that she was gonna do a quick run at the store and then pass by Geny’s house. My mom and her were very close practically sisters. Cesar and I talked but then he got a message from Oscar so I walked him to the door, but when I opened it, I felt my heart beat a million times more..there he was the love of my life, Oscar Diaz.

Cesar cleared his throat and started walking out “I’ll wait in the car”

The 1966 Cherry red Chevy Impala. Oscar and I share a lot of memories together in that car.

“You’re not gonna give me a welcome home hug”

I finally looked up at him.

“I’m seeing someone Oscar” I stated as I crossed my arm, and looked down. As much as I wanted to hug him and kiss him, I couldn’t.

He chuckled at this “Yea, I’ve heard, but he’s not me, you’re still mine Y/N..”

“Oscar, it’s not the same anymore”

“You can lie to yourself but we both know, you still love the way I still love you” he gently touched my chin and closed the door, leaving me to wipe away my own tears.

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bobombogenesis · 2 months

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New chapter is up! Def nsfw this time 😅

#and now I really need to take a break from writing for a couple days and get some adulting done #like put away the laundry #and finish up organizing the Bob-omb collection #i'm a 42 year old woman i'm mature enough to prioritize important tasks #now watch me spend all day tomorrow on my butt writing romance between a skinny plumber and a big ol' turtle #bowuigi #bowuigi fanfiction #bowser x luigi

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tigers-eyes-26 · 1 year

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Bowser's Rise To Power Chapter 1

The Koopa Kingdom was ruled by an oligarchy of aristocrats. The High Koopas, the Von Koopas, the O’koopas, and the Lings. Stuffy, lame, snooty aristocrats. Bowser didn’t care for them. Even though he was born into an aristocratic family, they didn’t associate with him at all. They would like him to just stay in the back and not speak up. He wasn’t going to go down quietly. He would crash their parties and meetings with his brash thoughts and creative suggestions and loud rock music. He loved to see their outrage. He loved that he offended them.

When Bowser was 16, there was an important meeting with the Mushroom Kingdom his family literally chained him up in a faraway palace, without any contact with his caretaker. That day he figured out a few things about himself. He learned that he was a firebreather. After screaming and yelling flames started to flow from his mouth. He used his newfound power to melt the chains. He looked at his arms and liked how the shackles looked on his arms and ankles. He kept them on for effect. This was going to be the most epic interruption he had ever devised!

He snuck up to the capital castle. He looked inside a window and saw the must unusual, beautiful creature he had ever seen. It looked like the pipsqueaks were talking about it. He needed to know more! He opened the door as quietly as he could. The whole room went quiet and looked at the door. The creature looked at him with beautiful blue eyes. This was the first time he felt stage fright. He cleared his throat and engaged his aristocrat training.

“Excuse me for my tardiness.” He bowed his head at the Mushroom representatives. He trudged to an empty seat, the shackles clinking at every step. He sat down and nodded for the toad to start again. He could feel the rest of the nobles eye him with contempt. He could feel them sweating just waiting for him to say or do anything ‘uncouth’. He would keep silent and let them torture themselves. On the inside he had a big smug grin on. He switched his attention to the creature and observed them for the rest of the meeting.

From what he could glean from the meeting. The creature was a 13-year-old female human. A human! every once and a while a human would stumble on to this world. They get artifacts from human realms more often than an actually living breathing human. Her name was Peach. CUTE! She was in training to lead the Mushroom Kingdom. They had so much in common! Training to lead. He was trained to lead his whole life! Except he hated it! but that didn’t matter now. Now the Mushroom company was preparing to leave.

“WAIT!” Bowser stood up. Panicked eyes shot to him. He started again but quieter. “Wait, do you not wish to stay? Take a tour of our lands? Get to know us a little more? Stay and rest. You have journeyed long. You must rest before you start our long travel back. He will have a large meal in your honor if you stay.” He offered anything, everything! He needed to know more about Peach. The Koopa nobles waited to see what the Mushroom Kingdom would do. The representatives got into a huddle with Peach having to bend down to be a part of it.

A blue deep voiced toad spoke up. “We have much to do, but we will be able to stay for a tour. After the tour we must leave.”

“YES!” Bowser balled his fist in excitement.

A Von Koopa noble quickly stood up to intervene. “Let’s start the tour now!” He jogged over to quickly shepherd the Mushroom Kingdom peoples out of the room. Bowser saw what was happening. The door slammed shut behind the tour group. The koopa nobles tried to grab him and stop him from ruining international affairs. He dodged out of their prissy hands, to the back door. “STOP HIM!” One of them yelled out. There guards were stationed to capture him. Bowser grabbed the spears pointed at him and shoved the guards backwards. With them on the floor he scrambled past. He found the tour and joined it.

The Von Koopa noble that was giving the tour glared at Bowser. “Master Bowser, isn’t there a lesson you should be attending?” That was a lie Bowser was supposed to be in chains at the moment.

“It is a history lesson. Why not get the history of the great race of koopas from you, Master Von Koopa?”

The noble growled.

“Anyways the tour was my idea, I wish to see that it is done thoroughly.” Bowser flashed his sharp teeth at the snippy noble.

The Mushroom Kingdom party felt the tension but didn’t know what to do. Peach stepped up, “He can join if he wants. After the tour he can go back to his lessons.” Peach looked at her blue retainer and smiled, proud to be using the compromising skills she had learned. The blue toad nodded and looked to the koopa noble. The noble gave a sigh and continued the tour.

Bowser spent the tour whispering snide remarks about the koopa noble to Peach in the hopes she would laugh at his jokes. She shushed him a couple of times. But other times she did give a giggle. Bowser felt like he could fight off an army after hearing her giggle.

Once the tour was done and the mushroom representatives were out of eyesight, many guards jumped on him. Bowser thrashed and blew fire at them, but they held fast. He got the beating of a lifetime for his ‘insubordination’. He didn’t care, it was worth it to be around Princess Peach.

As he was recovering from his beating, he had Kamek, his caretaker, bring him books about humans. He then asked Kamek to spy on the princess for him. Kamek would use his magic to appear in the Mushroom Kingdom in disguise and ask the locals about the Princess. The more he learned the more and more Bowser wanted her. If she was going to be a Princess, he would be a King to impress her. That sparked something in his little rockstar heart of his. His path was set.

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driftlesswanderer · 1 year

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Garbage Truck

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World AU

Rody moves to Japan to become Midoriya’s boyfriend, but before he can, he has to fight all of Midoriya’s jealous exes. And why does all of this remind Rody of an old movie plot?

Extra:

- Deku has seven exes: Bakugou, Todoroki, Uraraka, Shinso, Toga, Kirishima, and Iida (feel free to add, remove, or change them).

- The title “Garbage Truck” comes from one of the songs from Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, okay? It’s not an insult to anything, I promise.

#fic idea #fanfic idea #fanfiction idea #rody x deku #rodydeku #scott pilgrim vs. the world au #song: Garbage Truck by Sex Bob-Omb

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shapeshiftinterest · 1 year

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mario fanfiction prompts: bowser x luigi (PART 3)

headcanons i made in the discord

there is 1 long lasting peace treaty between kingdoms and it’s an agreement that nobody is allowed to use the nickname KB (because of kings boo, bowser, and bob-omb)

bowser kidnaps everyone he has an interest in

koopas are good at knitting/ crochet and use their claws instead of hooks or needles; it’s one of bowser’s anger management hobbies and he taught junior how to do it

thought of this cuz i can crochet and learned some ppl can do it with just their hands

bowuigi try to makeout but luigi burns his tongue or something cuz bowser runs abnormally hot

thought of this when i burnt my mouth eating a croquette

sometimes luigi wakes up earlier than bowser and watches him sleep

since luigi can fall asleep fast, maybe he’s a heavy sleeper and doesn’t mind if bowser snores

luigi sleep walks and talks, but like THIS

bowser as luigi’s weighted blanket

bowser asks kamek to help luigi with his anxiety with a spell or a potion or something; kamek says that’s impossible and suggests medicine and a therapist, maybe multiple therapists

junior and the koopalings probably call luigi by his name or nicknames before bowser does, before and when the two start dating

bowser gets jealous and wants to do it too but feels awkward cuz it’d be weird to just start doing it out of nowhere

rookie (amnesia bowser) but instead of just being kind of gullible he’s actually a bit of a yandere; maybe he’s sweet but also smart and scheming

sneaky rookie where he switches between useful and resourceful to stupid and pathetic to keep mr. L interested and his guard down

someone in the discord mentioned that italians climb poles (LINK they gave) and i saw a vid of morton koopa saying “high place broke... low place scary“, headcanon that luigi and morton climb bowser when he’s really big

koopas shed/molt, bowser usually helps his kids with it

luigi helps after getting captured or after him and bowser start dating, maybe luigi has eczema and that’s why he knows so much about lessening the itching feeling

bowser and his kids like to loaf or sploot when they’re really comfortable or sleepy tired, sometimes luigi will lie down next to/ on their side and relax with them

luigi worked at the casino enough to learn both card and magic tricks and he shows off to anyone interested, including bowser’s army

luigi is incredibly comfortable and casual about wearing skirts and dresses, he could show up to tennis practice in a skirt and no one would bat an eye, it’s one of the things he’s most confident about

what if bowser had a pouch like a kangaroo and junior tagged along on some of his adventures with a switch and a juicebox just chillin in there and occassionally popping his head out to watch the fight

luigi talking about polterpup “what ails you my little unemployed freeloader”

bowser measuring his kid’s height in sauces

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3

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best-fictional-band-poll · 4 months

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THIS IS THE OLD SUBMISSIONS POST. UP TO DATE SUBMISSIONS CAN BE FOUND HERE

Sorted alphabetically by band. Please click through to original post to see full list. IF IT'S NOT ON THE LIST, PLEASE SUBMIT IT. NO BAND IS TOO NICHE. Multiple bands from the same media are permitted.

Putting this under the cut because it's getting too long!

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4*town - Turning Red

About Gardens - ROGUEMAKER

The Ark - I Was Born For This

ABXY - Splatoon

Arno van Eyck - Disco Elysium

The Band With Rocks In It - Discworld

The Beets - Doug

The Best Ever Death Metal Band in Denton - The Mountain Goats

The Bettys - Phineas and Ferb

Black Stones (BLAST) - NANA

The Blues Brothers - The Blues Brothers

Bottom Feeders - Splatoon

Boys In The Sink - Veggietales

Boys Who Cry - Spongebob Squarepants

Boyz4Now - Bob's Burgers

Boyz 12 - American Dad

Bunk Bed Junction - No Straight Roads

Cheetah Girls - Cheetah Girls

The Clash At Demonhead - Scott Pilgrim

The Covey - Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Crash & The Boys - Scott Pilgrim

Daisy Jones & The Six - Daisy Jones & The Six

Damp Socks - Splatoon

De Bois Band - & Juliet

Deep cut - Splatoon

DETHKLOK - Metalocalypse

Dedf1sh - Splatoon

Decibel Jones and the Absolute Zeros - Space Opera

Dingoes Ate My Baby - Buffy The Vampire Slayer

DJ Octavio - Splatoon

DJ Stylbator - Samurai Jack

Dr Teeth and The Electric Mayhem - The Muppets

Drive Shaft - LOST

Evar Orbus & The Galactic Jizz-Wailers/The Max Rebo Band - Star Wars

Fig and the Cig Figs - Dimension 20 Fantasy High

The Flaming Creatures - Velvet Goldmine

Fran-Shou-Shou - Zombie Land Saga

Gallifrey Academy Hot Five - Doctor Who

Gem & The Scotts - Secret Life SMP

Gillion & The Tidestriders - Just Roll With It

Girls Dead Monster - Angel Beats

Gorillaz - Gorillaz

Grifters Bone - Magnus Archives

Hatsune Miku - Vocaloid

Heaven Seventeen - A Clockwork Orange

The Hectic Glow - The Fault In Our Stars

Hex Girls - Scooby Doo

Ink Theory - Splatoon

Jem & The Holograms - Jem & The Holograms

Johnny Casino and The Gamblers - Grease

Josie & The Pussycats - Archie (Comic)

The Juicy Fruits - Phantom of the Paradise

Julie and the Phantoms - Julie and the Phantoms

Kessoku Band - Bocchi the Rock

Killer Boy Rats - Horrid Henry

The Killjoys - My Chemical Romance

Lacus Clyne - Mobile Suit Gundam Seed

Lady Parts - We Are Lady Parts

The Last Days - The Last Days

Lemonade Mouth - Lemonade Mouth

Leningrad Cowboys - Leningrad Cowboys

Lincoln Hawk - Gossip Girl

Little White Lie - Little White Lie

Loded Diper - Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Love Burger - Can't Hardly Wait

Love Händel - Phineas and Ferb

LumberZacks - Milo Murphy's Law

Mad Gear & The Missile Kid - Danger Days, My Chemical Romance

Maxwell Demon & The Venus In Furs - Velvet Goldmine

The Mechanisms - The Mechanisms

Milkcan - Um Jammer Lammy

The Misfits - Jem & The Holograms

Muppet Orchestra - The Muppets

Needy Beast - Hatchetfield

Octoplush - Splatoon

Old Gods of Asgard - Alan Wake

ok, kids - Andre and Karl

Off The Hook - Splatoon

Pink Slip - Freaky Friday

Plasmagica - Show By Rock

Proto Zoa - Zenon Sweep

The Rainbooms - Equestria Girls

The Rats - Velvet Goldmine

RIP - Ruby Gloom

The Risky Fix-Ins - Buzzfeed Unsolved Franchise

The Rutles - All You Need Is Cash

Sadie-Killer & The Suspects - Steven Universe

Sadgasm - The Simpsons

SCÄB - Home Movies

Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band - The Beatles

Sev'ral Timez - Gravity Falls

Sex Bob-omb - Scott Pilgrim vs The World

Sing Street - Sing Street

Soundcheck - Odd Squad

Spinal Tap - This Is Spinal Tap

Squid Sisters - Splatoon

Squid Squad - Splatoon

The Stiff Dylans - Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging

Sunset Curve - Julie and the Phantoms

The Superconducting Supercolliders - Designations Congruent With Things (Pacific Rim fanfiction)

The Three Lights - Sailor Moon

Trapnest - NANA

Turquoise October - Splatoon

The Vampire Lestat - The Vampire Chronicles

Wonderlands x Showtime - Hatsune Miku Colourful Stage/Vocaloid

The Wonders - That Thing You Do

Wyld Stallyns - Bill & Ted franchise

Wet Floor - Splatoon

w-3 (omega-3) - Splatoon

Yoko & the Gold Bazookas - Splatoon

Ziggy Stardust & The Spiders From Mars - David Bowie

#submissions

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queenimmadolla · 2 months

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I have a couple questions for ya! Feel free to answer as many as you want!

1. Where are ya from?

2. What was the first fanfiction character you wrote for?

3. What’s your favourite tv show?

4. Dream job?

5. What inspires your writing the most?

happy to answer!

1.) I’m from the US! (west coast)

2.) This is embarrassing, but I started writing fanfiction for like the powerpuffgirls when i was 10-12 😂 i would focus mainly on buttercup and butch 💀

3.) You’re gonna have to pull the trigger, i have too many! Charmed, Buffy, og BH 90210, What I Like About You, Desperate Housewives, a shit ton of cartoons, a shit ton of animes, a few reality tv shows, more recent tv shows (Glee, ST, Euphoria, OMB, True Detective, LD&R), etc., etc!

4.) I want to work in the film industry!

5.) Music! I can have an idea, see the entire work played out (and casted) in my head, but i need a good soundtrack or score to keep me in the fantasy bubble as i write! otherwise, i fizzle out and so does my interest in it! A lot of my ideas stem from songs, as well!

#$ replies #this was FUN!

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silveryair · 10 months

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Listen the l/ocked T/omb series isnt homestuck fanfiction. But it is closer to that than you would think.

#you could feel the gears turing each chapter of the serendipity gospels. you can chart a path from that fic to gideon

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kam04sposts · 4 months

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HELLO GUYS

Im new here and I probably be writing some fanfictions for you guys so tell me if you have some requests :)

PS: i love pjo, cobra kai, marvel, omb, titan, jwtw, slytherins boys...

Hope you will have a good day !

#titan #marvel #pjo series #Walterboys #outer banks #Avatar

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songficsbyrissi · 2 years

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I have a request for Spooky. Please I need a imagine where Oscar and the reader meet each other on tinder. Idk something funny with oscar being all serious and getting straight to the point, maybe a little smut (because we all know spooky would only be in a dating app for one thing😏). I love your writing so much💕💕 thanks for feed us with such a good imagines 🥰

A/N: I did not expect it to be this long and this is long overdue but it's here! I hope you enjoy! 🤍

Swiping Right for Mr. Right

Left. Left. Left. Left. Left.

That was the continuous motion of your finger on this damned dating app they call Tinder. You keep giving dating apps a try and give up after a few days because you realize dating apps aren’t for you. Then you think maybe the 100th time is a charm and, it gets deleted again. It’s a cycle. Create. Delete. Create. Delete.

“Girl, you are too damn picky! Swiping left on everyone like you Beyoncé!” Your best friend Aisha’s voice boomed behind you, scaring you into hiding your phone in your chest. You glared at her.

“How have you been standing behind me?”

“Long enough to see that you’re a picky ass bitch.”

You rolled your eyes in response and continued your swiping as Aisha came around the couch to see next to you.

“I’m just saying. You ain’t getting no dick with that attitude.”

“I don’t want just any dick. Hell, I don’t want just dick. I want a connection. I want someone who I can connect with and eventually fall in love with.” You stated sincerely, and you could see your annoying ass friend holding back a giggle.

“And you on Tinder for that? You might wanna try ChristianMingle for that.”

“Aisha, go the fuck away!” You hissed, hiding your phone. “Matter of fact, get the fuck out of my apartment!”

Before your eyes, Aisha swiftly snatched your phone from you and began looking.

“Aisha!”

“I’m helping you! Sit back!” Her eyes perked up. “Oooh, look at this white boy! He’s cute, and it looks like he super liked you! Girl, he wants you!”

You glanced at your phone and squinted your eyes at her. “Yeah, he wants me. Wants me out of his country! Bitch, his bio says “Trump2020”!”

Aisha looked back at the phone and scrunched up her nose, swiping left. “Mhmm, you just had to ruin it, Dylan.”

“Ooh, I like him!” You pointed at the next guy, but Aisha shook her head in disapproval. “What?”

“The nigga has a dangling earring. He’s sweet, and I’m not talking about his personality.”

You guys kept going until you landed on one guy. He was Mexican, and by the looks of it, he’s a cholo.

Spooky, 24

Looking for the finest hyna.

“What the fuck is a Hyna?” You questioned, brows furrowed.

“Don’t know......but let’s find out.” Aisha quickly swiped right. Boom! It was a match. She turned to you with bewildered eyes. “Oh, shit bitch! That’s you!”

You glared at your friend. “Now, why the fuck did you do that?”

“Mhmm, I guess you wanna unmatch then?”

You grabbed the phone from her. “No. Might as well see it through.” You mumbled as she fell back in cackles.

It didn’t take long for Spooky to hit you up, asking you for your number to text. He was smooth and very flirty. It didn’t take long for him to ask that one question.

“When can I see you?”

“On a date?”

“Yeah, sure. You can come over to my place and, we can chill 😏”

“Ooooh, I’m about to rob this nigga!” You voiced aloud. You were tired of niggas just inviting you over, unprovoked. You got something for that ass. “Spooky” is gonna learn today.

He gave you his address, and when you pulled up, you were surprised to see a group of men chilling in front. They were actually scary-looking. You got nervous. Did he know your plans? Fuck. Just be cool, Y/N.

You got out of your car and strutted up the pathway when a couple of the men blocked your path. No surprise there.

“Hey, Mami. What do you think your fine ass doing here?”

You rolled your eyes in disgust. “I’m here for Spooky.”

And as if he heard his name, The 6’1 Mexican man appeared at the door and gave the men a signal to let you through. You gulped silently and walked up to Spooky. Finer in person but also more intimidating. His whole demeanor was turning you on but scared you at the same time.

“I see you got a lot of friends.” You mentioned, nervously, once he closed the door behind you. He let out the sexiest chuckle you’ve ever heard.

“Ahh, the Santos are not my friends. They’re my brothers.”

Once Spooky said that you felt your blood run cold. Santos? Brothers? Oh no, he’s in a gang. From the looks of things, he’s the fucking leader. Shit, you planned to rob the leader of one of the largest gangs in Southern California.

His deep, smooth voice took you out of your deep, regretful thoughts. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s watch this movie.”

You could just run right now. It’s fine. No one is gonna judge you. Well, you would judge yourself. And Aisha would judge you. And he would. A part of you didn’t want to run though. He did live up to his name. He was spooky, but you liked it. No, bitch. He’s in a gang. You need to RUN.

“FUCKKK! YOU’RE GOING SO DEEP!” You screamed passionately as this man drilled your shit. You don’t know how you ended up like this. You were set on running or still going through with the initial plan and hitting a lick because you know he had a shitload of money stashed somewhere.

But now, you got your legs behind your ears, moaning and putting a hand on Spooky’s stomach to give your break from this deep dicking that was occurring.

“You gotta move your hand, Mami.” Spooky cooed, gently moving your hand away to resume his deep strokes. You let a loud moan. You didn’t know if you were in heaven or hell. Either way, you were loving it. Feeling his penis penetrate your slick walls caused your breathing to stagger. Fuck, he had some good dick. You’re fucked. Literally.

He pulled out, turned you around, bent down, and took a bite of your asscheek. Oh, this is a nasty motherfucker. He landed a harsh slap on that same cheek and entered you again, pounding your shit, and you were taking it. As you should. You even started to throw it back on his dick, causing him to bite his lip and release obscenities.

“Fuck, Mami. After this, you’re mine for sure. You got that?!”

You didn’t know what caused you to say it, but through your moans, you replied:

“Yesssss Daddy. I’m all yours!”

Right after you said it, you came so hard you swear you were seeing stars. The orgasm that washed over you was so powerful, you began to tear up. He followed suit, releasing in the latex condom between you two. You laid on your back on the couch, panting, trying your hardest to catch your breath. He gave you a grin, leaning over to peck your lips.

“You want round 2, or do you want to get cleaned up?”

You couldn’t speak still. You moved to your side and just nodded, hoping Spooky knew you wanted the former. He chuckled in response, getting up from the couch and stretching.

“Imma take that as you want round 2. Anything for my hyna. Imma get some water, and you should be ready when I come back.”

Once he left the living room, you noticed your phone buzzing and went to grab it. There were 3 missed calls and 20 text messages from Aisha. You didn’t even notice during your dickdown. You decided to return your friend’s call, and she picked up on the first ring.

“BITCH I WAS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU! WHY THE FUCK YOU AIN’T SHARE YOUR LOCATION LIKE I TOLD YOU?!”

You brought your voice to a whisper. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I forgot!”

Aisha sighed deeply. “Well? Did you do it?”

“Oh, I did it alright, and I’m about to do it again.” You purred on the phone, laying back on the couch.

“Your nasty ass fucked him? I’M SCREAMING!” Aisha cackled. “Not you folding for the dick!”

“If you had the dick, you would’ve folded too, shut up!” You retorted back, making sure he wasn’t around. “Plans changed, bitch. The only thing I’m robbing is his heart because he ain’t gonna fuck me like that and fuck other bitches. I’ll kill us both.”

At this point, Aisha was beside herself. Her laughs were screams, and you were sure tears were streaming down her face. “I ain’t mad at you. I would do the same. Go an extra round for me, girl.”

“Imma be going an extra round for my dead grandma, bitch! Bye.” You ended the call, and a minute later, Spooky walked in with a water bottle, handing it to you as he drank from his own. Once you drank some, he laid back, motioning for you to sit on his face.

The rounds you did covered Aisha and multiple generations. Happy Woman’s History Month.

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Campfire Confessions

On My Block • Oscar "Spooky" Diaz x Reader

A few weeks ago some really drunk make out thing between your best friend Oscar and you had happened. You stopped it before you went too far. Ever since you’ve been deeply torn by the feelings for your best friend you knew had somehow always been there but couldn’t be pushed back anymore since that incident. And Oscar, with his stares across the campfire, didn’t make it any better.

Words • 3.3 k Warnings • some cursing; smoking

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It was an incredibly hot day. Heat usually wasn’t much of a problem for you but today the sun was burning down so hard it almost melted the asphalt. You could smell the fumes, tasted them on your tongue while you were sweating out of every pore your body called its own. And if that wouldn’t have been enough already, the Santos decided to light a bonfire in the Diaz backyard as soon as the sun started to set.

The place was crowded. People were spread everywhere, occupying damaged couches and close to giving out camping chairs. Those, who hadn’t been able to save themselves a seat, were either standing around with booze in their hands or just flopping down on the parched grass.

Of course you didn’t have to sit on the ground. You were always offered a spot on one of the couches. A few minutes ago Sad Eyes had sent away the guy next to him so you could sit down. He was talking to you, tried to get your opinion on how to solve a complicated relationship problem with his girl. You weren’t listening. Occasionally you hummed some approval or nodded your head in between drinking but you didn’t pay attention. You felt a little guilty because Sad Eyes was a good friend and he was always there when someone needed help but you simply couldn’t focus on his words.

Your full concentration was on acting like everything was normal and that was a really tough task because nothing was normal.

It would be normal if you sat next to Oscar, chatting and laughing and drinking with him. But he sat directly across from you in a chair with the bonfire between you because you had fled all evening from him, adamant not to sit down next to him.

Ever since that incident a few weeks ago, which had made things not normal for you, you constantly searched for space from his proximity. And you damned your hardest to look everywhere else but at him.

An elbow to your side made your head abruptly turn to Sad Eyes. He looked at you in disapproval. „You are not even listening, are you?“

You stared at him and rummaged through your short-term memory if you could find the words he had said. Impossible. „I’m sorry.“

For a moment he thought about if he was disappointed that you didn’t listen. Then he just shrugged and got up. „Another beer?“

You nodded and as soon as he walked away another Santos took over his seat. Luckily, he didn’t strike up a conversation because you wouldn’t have contributed to that one either. You observed the backyard, stared into the flames and when you dared to move your eyes higher… Oscar’s eyes were already on you.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look away once your eyes were locked with his. Those dark eyes were piercing you down with flames reflecting in them. He didn’t think about moving them away from you, too. If things were normal this would be a staring contest and the first one to look away would pay the next meal at wherever you would get takeout from.

Things weren’t normal. Oscar’s lips curled up as a reaction to your own facial expression. You were confused, thinking about the incident, and it probably showed.

A few weeks ago you got drunk. That type of hardcore getting drunk close to a blackout where you were still able to control your senses but not enough to resist what you longed for in the depths of your buried mind. Oscar and you had been on your own, which was rare because the Santos were around six out of seven nights a week.

You were watching a movie and at some point Oscar went to the kitchen to get some snacks but came back with tequila. He insisted on shots. You couldn’t recall anymore how it happened or who started but the next thing you remembered was that you kissed your best friend. Oscar and you made out in his living room. And even though being completely wasted, you had been able to stop before it got to a stage where you couldn’t pretend it never happened later on.

The heat rose to your face and it wasn’t from the campfire where some old furniture remnants were burning down to dust.

Oscar pulled his eyebrows together, lips sharp. He stood up and nodded at you. After being best friends for as long as you could remember, you knew him inside out: you were supposed to follow him.

Not a good idea. Absolutely not. You didn’t stand up from your spot. Instead you took a long sip of your beer.

„Y/N.“ Oscar called out your name. It didn’t sound threatening but it was loud enough for the people around you to take notice. He wouldn’t make a scene right there and then but Oscar was always up for surprises so you could never know for sure.

With a sigh you got up and followed him inside, through the house, outside again and reluctantly sat down next to him on the front steps.

He lit a cigarette and you stole the one from behind his ear to light one yourself.

Things weren’t normal. Neither of you had said a word about what had happened after that night.

You had been quite shocked. If you were true to yourself you knew that there was something inside of you that longed for more. That there was something more than platonic love for Oscar. But you had always suppressed it because you didn’t want to ruin the beauty of your friendship. It was like your brains were connected and worked best with a constant, very intense exchange of thoughts no matter the topic. So you never moved on those feelings deep inside of you because it would bear the risk of losing that connection with Oscar. And you were very aware that his sanity would wear extremely thin when he couldn’t discuss shit with you anymore if things ended on bad terms between you.

So you had stopped that drunk making out thing. Before you could regret it or you foolishly stormed into a ‚relationship‘ and figured out that you didn’t work out as ‚lovers‘.

„I’ve done a lot of thinking.“ Oscar’s voice dragged your brain from that night back into reality.

You took a drag of your cigarette. „About?“

He sighed. And then cursed under his breath. He tossed the remnants of his cigarette away and then did the same with your unfinished one. Oh oh. Oscar putting out cigarettes before they were smoked up was a sign of him wanting the full attention. „About the fact that I want you, Y/N.“

The faint sounds from the backyard gathering were echoing.

It wasn’t completely dark yet. There was still enough light to see his face. And his beautiful eyes. But his sight got blurry quickly when he bowed down. Oscar pressed his forehead to yours and the moment his skin was on yours, you felt your breathing stop.

Not a good idea. Not at all. A million thoughts were racing through your head. Something tried to lure you into giving in. Because he was so close and because of those feelings deep inside. And because it was Oscar.

And because it was Oscar… you couldn’t. You sighed and inhaled him. „Don’t say that, Oscar.“

„Why not?“ He didn’t move back, his skin still on yours and a hand moving to your neck to prevent you from backing away. „Wasn’t it you who always wanted the radical truth no matter the consequences?“

„Yes,“ you whispered back. „This is an exception, though.“

„It’s not.“

„It is.“ You took an attempt to free yourself from his proximity but he didn’t let you escape. „This time we could risk what I care about most. Our loyalty for each other.“

Oscar shook his head against yours and you used that movement to finally get out of his grip. He stared at you like he had thought about this conversation for a long time now.

„Do you think we would be less loyal if we finally allowed ourselves to love each other in the way we already do but haven’t admitted yet?“

As soon as the word ‚love‘ left his lips your brain went into panic mode and pure excitement at the same time. Sweat was building on your skin, made your palms wet and sent a shower down your spine. This state of mind was torture. For your part, yeah, you knew you had feelings for him. To hear Oscar stating that he had them as well made you even more torn.

„No,“ you admitted in all honesty. And inhaled. „But once we fuck this up – and one day we will – that’s when it becomes a problem.“ You got up from the front steps and brought a few feet between you. The distance helped clear your mind and focus on the important things. „I’m going insane without you and you wouldn’t make it long without me either. So no, I don’t want to risk that.“

Oscar looked at you in confusion. He knew the part of you that liked to overthink things to the point were it almost got self-destructive. Maybe that was what was happening right now but he just had to understand your point.

„So what?“ He got up, walked over and tried to block your way. Oscar also knew your preference for escaping conflicts when they got too much. It led to the two of your circling each other because you were standing in the front yard and there were 360 degrees available for your escape. „You’re scared because you don’t know what will happen in the future? You decide to forbid yourself things because of that?“

You didn’t respond.

„Did you ever think about that you might cause losing this loyalty because you decide not to follow your heart?“

„I–“ He was right. Both of you knew it. Both of you were extremely stubborn too, though. Oscar pushed you into a metaphoric corner were you wouldn’t give up in.

He sighed, rubbed his face. „We don’t know what’ll happen, Y/N.“ His hands grabbed your arms and the circling around stopped. „But I for sure know that fear is a bad reason to make decisions on.“

Your heart was longing for you to throw yourself into his arms, continue with where you had left of that one night. Your brain couldn’t back down. The fear was real, at least it felt like it. The many what-ifs made everything else fade into the background.

„I can’t,“ you said firmly.

Oscar swallowed and waited for a few seconds if you really didn’t change your mind. When you didn’t say anything else in the next minute, the second and third minute, he dropped his hands. „Okay.“ He turned and walked off to the backyard.

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It had been the right decision. That night you felt horrible after Oscar left you standing there. The next day, when you met up for the usual Sunday lunch with his brother, everything was back to normal. Like nothing, absolutely nothing ever happened. Not the night before and certainly not the night where you had made out.

So far so good.

Until the weeks went by and you noticed how easily you let yourself get pulled into small problems. How you blew them up just to distract yourself from this slowly growing void in your chest. Small conflicts with your family, bigger arguments with Oscar and getting totally upset by all the things in this world going wrong which you couldn’t change.

And then you hid under your blanket every night, ashamed of how you behaved.

But it didn’t get easier. So you skipped every other night of the Santos gatherings. At those few you attended, you only lingered around, drank your drinks and… watched Oscar hooking up with this same girl over and over again.

You had to watch how she sat on his lap and how he grabbed her thigh, how he shoved his tongue into her mouth and how he caught you staring still throat deep into her.

When she started to call him her man as if to claim her territory, that’s when it began to really crush you. Her being all hands around him and Oscar totally engaging with it.

It turned out to be as he had predicted. You drifted apart because you tried to hold onto what had been between you in the past. But that wasn’t what was between you in the present anymore.

The more often you saw him with this girl, the more obvious it got. What was happening right now was exactly happening because you didn’t take that risk. In the life you lived you had to take many risks and Oscar was never one you wanted to take. And thinking you wouldn’t lose him if you followed our brain, not your heart, was exactly what drifted him away from you.

You zoomed out more often and you couldn’t really make it stop. At work, taking the bus, in line for checkout.

Another Friday night came up. You lay in bed, faced the ceiling, tried to not think of Oscar but whenever you finally were able not to think about him, you were brought right back to him.

The phone on your bedside table went off. Texts, questioning if you would come tonight or not. You didn’t want to.

She’s not gonna be here tonight, Sad Eyes added after you had left him on read for too long. For a second you were shocked to see those words. Then it didn’t surprise you that he might have figured out why you had been so absent the past weeks. He knew Oscar and you pretty well.

With a groan you got out of your bed and contemplated if it was worth it changing into other clothes. It wasn’t. Hoodie and shorts were fine for a Diaz backyard gathering.

Only a handful of people were there when you arrived. But the fire was burning, high.

You flopped down on a couch and pulled your bare legs up, the fire warming them. Someone sat down next to you with a thud. You turned your head to Oscar who handed you a can of beer. For a second you wanted to decline, go home and hide under your blanket. But that little tug at his lips made you take the can and open it.

A little while both of you stayed silent. You stared into the flames all while trying to ignore that Oscar closed the distance between you a little more every other minute. Until there wasn’t an inch between you anymore and his thigh burned hot against yours.

He cleared his throat. „So,“ he whispered carefully, only for your ears to hear it, „is this how you wanted us to be? Distant? Not sharing secrets anymore?“ It hit right in your guts.

„No,“ you bit your lips.

„Huh.“ Oscar scoffed. He didn’t send angry vibes – stressed out ones. „It’s not too late, you know?“

„For what?“ You turned to him and found him staring at you. Oh, how his face glowed, illuminated by the fire.

Oscar smirked: „To kiss me.“

The sudden pull towards him, created by his words, made you jump up. The sudden move was even for you a little shocking. So… you stormed off. His footsteps following you didn’t make you come far. Around the next corner, he made you stop with a hand around your wrist. „Wait“, he softly turned you around.

Out of breath. Out of excuses and blankets you could hide under. Out of your mind you stared at him. „What about your hyna?“

„She’s not mine and I’m not hers,“ he stated, simple as that and you believed him. Within the last couple of weeks he, damn it, he had fooled you to realise it all.

„I’m not gonna kiss you or anything, Oscar.“

Laughter was filling the darkness. His deep-out-of-the-belly one. You loved that one so much because it was rare. And contagious.

„Am I a fucking clown or what’s so funny?“ This time, though, it didn’t make you laugh yourself. It made you furious.

„Last time you said that, you kissed me a minute later.“

It took a little while to sink in. To go back in memory, view the night before your eyes. Tequila blurred memories of pushing Oscar away because he tried to touch your face over and over again. Pushing him away when his lips brushed against your cheek. Telling him, that you wouldn’t kiss him. Trying to resist him. And then finally giving in and being the one to kiss him.

„I’m not repeating my mistakes.“

„No, you’re not.“ Oscar stepped closer and placed his hands in your neck. He wanted to prevent you from escaping again. „That’s why you’ll do it. To correct the way bigger mistake of thinking that not giving into your feelings would be the way to make sure we would always stick together.“

The heart inside your chest ached. Because he was right. It was torture to accept it but even more torture to slowly drift away and eventually lose him. Sometimes, you had to jump, not knowing what would be next, right? Sometimes, that was the only way to survive.

You closed your eyes. His body wasn’t touching yours, only his hands on your neck. Your brain was still screaming at you but the longer this distance between your bodies existed, the more your heart just wanted pull him in. So you did.

When you opened your eyes, you tiptoed and pressed your lips on his. For a few seconds he didn’t kiss back, probably startled that it was actually happening. But when Oscar understood that this time, you wouldn’t back out, his tongue welcomed yours and his hands were all over your body. You stumbled back, crashed into the house wall behind you, but didn’t stop kissing him.

Oscar eventually drew back to look at you. To study your face and trace along your cheek. A faint smile tugged at his lips. You were scared but also very much excited.

He kissed your temple and instead of heading back for your lips, he wrapped his arms around you tightly. There hadn’t been a hug ever since that tequila night and only now you realised how much you had missed his protective arms. You swivelled around, felt his hands lightly brush your back and then tiptoed to kiss his neck every so quickly. The little tease brought his lips finally back to yours and within another break, when he stared at you, Oscar wanted to say something but didn’t. And he didn’t have to say it out loud because you already knew.

Fear is a bad reason to make decisions on.

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Bowser's Rise to Power Chapter 2

Magic was outlawed under the oligarchy; it threatened the noble’s power. There were witch hunts. Most of the magikoopas had gone extinct. Bowser was fortunate that his caretaker assigned to him at birth was a magikoopa. Kamek kept his magic a secret for years. He offered his servitude to the High Koopa clan in the hopes that they wouldn’t think a magikoopa would voluntarily work for them. They saw him as only a sniveling servant.

He would slip up here and there and use his magic to keep up with Bowser’s energy as a child. When Bowser found out about the magic, he threatened to out Kamek to his parents. Kamek had to do everything that young Bowser asked him to do, or he would be headed to the gallows.

As Bowser got older, he would ask why Kamek was so afraid of the nobles. “They don’t know magic! You could easily crush them!” Bowser was the first to ever appreciate Kamek’s magic. Bowser wanted Kamek to learn more spells to aid him in his plans.

Bowser also reminded Kamek that if his staff was ever raised against him Kamek would be begging for death. It was a strange relationship. Because Kamek had been around from the beginning, Bowser could share all of his thoughts with the magician. With the caveat if he ever spilt his inner thoughts to the world Kamek would be crushed. Even though he was threated with torture or death often, Kamek enjoyed being in Bowsers presents. He could see the ambition and could tell Bowser would come out on top. Being privy to the inter thoughts of Bowser gave him joy to know that he was the only one to know. He, Kamek, was special. Kamek would listen to Bowsers music and his plans like a proud parent. One day Bowser described Kamek like is own personal hype-man. Being a hype-man to the most powerful koopa in the world was a nice role. It was way better than being hunted and killed for wielding magic and begging for scraps.

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Bowser was declared king after he had killed all the nobles. He did it with the army he had grown out of the desperate situation that the prideful oligarchs had created themselves.

The land of the Koopa Kingdom wasn’t good for making food. It was warm and kept the koopas healthy and active. But growing crops was hard when all you had to work with was hard lava rock. They had survived on trade for centuries.

The growing and flourishing Mushroom Kingdom wanted to raise prices on their food trade to support all its growing population. The Aristocrats hated paying more for anything, especially if it was from a kingdom of people they saw as lower than themselves. Tensions between the two kingdoms caused trade to stop completely between the two. The Jungle Kingdom never heavily relied on trade from either kingdom, and never wanted to deal with their squabble so they kept out of it.

The only food that was around the volcanic land was the fish in the ocean around them. Overfishing became a problem. They needed to fish outside of their own waters. Bowser again organized fishing ventures. He didn’t care if the other kingdoms didn’t like his people in their waters, they needed food!

Even before the trade debacle shy guy tribes would occasionally raid trade routes. Instead of jumping on their turf Bowser would offer to combine their efforts. They were powerful in large numbers. The Jungle Kingdom started to use its army to protect their trade, but the Mushroom Kingdom didn’t have the strength to fend off the koopas and the shy guys.

Bowser was getting the common people food. The koopa aristocrats had enough stored up. But eventually, they would use their gold to buy from sellers that didn’t care about the quarrel. Funnily enough they were paying more for the food from the sketchy sellers than if they had given in to the Mushroom Kingdom’s demands. It was all to keep up their pride.

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That is why a certain blue shelled winged koopa was so dedicated to Bowser. His whole family was going to starve to death before Bowser came. Cobalt was a serious koopa. He was a butler for the Van Koopas. But was fired for a small offence. After that the Van Koopas restricted him from getting any kind of job, slandering his name and reputation. He was also very proud and wouldn’t stoop to beg he would rather die. On the brink of death Cobalt found a way to volunteer to join a raid. In return for his efforts, he got food and pride in himself for providing for his family. After that he would volunteer at every opportunity. It didn’t matter if it was a raid or to help guard fishing trips in enemy waters. He wanted to prove himself more and more. He worked his way up to general very quickly. His butler skills came in handy to keep the rowdy troops inline.

One day he posed a very serious question to Bowser and Kamek.

“Seeing as I am in a higher rank than I was before. I feel I maybe a target to get to you, my lord.” Bowser regarded his general. “I have been entrusted with great knowledge that I fear could be used against you. I am a terrible liar.”

“GET ON WITH IT!” Bowser impatiently bellowed.

“I feel I need a security fail safe, just in case. I could be captured by the aristocrat loyalist or the Kongs. I request something strong to mess them up, have them regret they ever capturing one of Bowsers generals!” He shook his fist in the air to add effect.

Kamek pushed up his glasses. “Just to clarify. You want a way to end it all destructively just in case you get captured?”

“Yes!”

Kamek and Bowser exchanged a look. ‘Where did we find this guy?’

“I would hate to be responsible for your downfall, my lord.” The blue shelled koopa bowed low.

Bowser waved his hand dismissively. “You may have what you wish. Just don’t blow yourself up right away or destroy any of my things on accident.”

“Yes, my lord.” He stayed down in his bow.

“We need a set of words to activate this spell.” Kamek explained.

“How about blue shell?”

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Author's notes: This is kind of a headcanon lore dump with little scenes sprinkled in. I was impressed how loyal Bowser's troops were in the Mario movie. So I came up with this idea.

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