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skulls-soul · 3 months

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Are there any fanfics in were Bowser signs a peace treaty because he wanted to date Luigi…

Like imagine Bowser is trying to get Mario’s blessing to date his brother because Kamek told him to (do it right this time you’re impatientNess)

Mario, of course says “ over my dead-a body. Will I allow-a you to date my brother”

It was only once he was talking to peach (he took Luigi and himself to the castle for Luigi’s protection that, and he was worried that the princess was gonna get kidnapped again) when she gave him the idea to give him trials and so throughout the entire afternoon Luigi just sat there, watching Mario and peach and daisy who they called up specifically for this conversation on what kind of things Bowser can do to prove himself

Although, at some point, Daisy mentioned about when exactly did Bowser get feelings for luigi, which intern cause everyone to turn to Luigi to see if he had any answers

Luigi begrudgingly admitted that him and Bowser would strike up in conversation during sporting events, party games and racing competitions, growing into being a bit of a “situation ship” ( say thanks to @silly-inky for the “Situationship” they mentioned it in a post of theirs, and I loved it too much, that I couldn’t not implicate it into something of mine)

Anyways flabbergasted, they started questioning Luigi on why he would strike up a conversation with the king Koopa. only for luigi to respond with “ you want me to ignore the koopa King or something? I don’t have a Deathwish!”

They were shocked to hear that Bowser of all people would start up a conversation with one of the Mario brothers, although, in hindsight, it is just as equally as impossible for Luigi to start a conversation, if not more. Not letting the conversation go they poke around for more information

Luigi, without getting too into detail, tells them that it started off with a simple question. Bowser had asked him what he was doing in the sidelines instead of with the others in which Luigi responded with how he wasn’t as popular as the others, and would only be in the way

Mario and princesses didn’t appreciate this “fact” and was quick to tell him

Peach: you could never be in the way!

Mario: you have fans!

Daisy: yeah, me!

Luigi simply just shook his head in which the others were ready to tell him off once more if it wasn’t for the fact that Luigi spoke, saying how Bowser said something similar

Luigi: “ he said how he couldn’t believe someone who fought him was anything but popular”

once again, the other three humans are caught off guard by Luigi’s words, or more specifically this time by Bowser’s. each of them having the same thought about how oddly kind that was of him

Luigi decides to forego mentioning about how his face immediately went hot with flustered embarrassment at Bowser’s words and instead mentioned that he intern, asked Bowser why he wasn’t with a Koopalings. After all his mama raised him right, if someone strikes up (somewhat) polite conversation with you then you should recuperate if possible

Mario nods in response to that, the Brother ‘s were nice to the fault for a reason although it seems Luigis kindness surpasses Mario’s by a hair

Luigi: “ so after that, we just kind of started talking more and more sense we seemed to be on the sideline together a lot”

Luigi refuses to give more details, they don’t need to know about the copious amounts of time that the reptilian caused him to blush

Or about all of the flirty comments and what if scenarios that would slip into their conversation

Anyways, (I got a bit side tract sorry) by the end of the conversation that Bowser should sign a peace treaty with a Mushroom, Kingdom and Sahara desert that would lead Bowser in to doing charity work

Princess, peach and daisy were hoping for a an alliance(tho hopes were low) while Mario was hoping for Bowser to stick with his pride for once, since the Koopa king would never!!! Do charity work

luigi on the other hand was sweating profusely as he hoped that Bowser would pass this trial that will allow them to be happy and open together

Soon they will see who gets there wishes

#luigi #luigi nintendo #bowuigi #bowser #bowigi #bowser x luigi #bowser and luigi #luigi x bowser #bowser nintendo #king koopa #luigi/bowser #bowser/luigi #writing prompt #carried away again while writing this…#whoops?

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icanteleportnow · 7 months

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Black Sheep: *Walking in to class* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things. *Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder* Tigress: *Out of breath* SHE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

#whoops?#i love the potential their dynamic had #carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandiego 2019 #tigress carmen sandiego

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zedif-y · 8 months

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i feel like i'm getting a taste of what being a zedaph-only watcher is like . i'm seeing all these insane server stuff happening and going well okay that's cool and all but i wonder what zed's up to . i understand that pearl is to be feared and that the buttercups did the minecraft equivalent of putting wallpaper over a hole to the perimeter but like how is zed . what's He doing while this is going on

#ryan's screaming #zedaph tag #hermitcraft #hermitblr #zedaphplays #like what . what is happening anymore #unless i see a decked out update or a new zed upload ill be honest dude im not watching asap #EVENTUALLY ILL CATCH UP #JUST DJDNDKD I DUNNO . I REALIZED I HAVENT WATCHED ANY HC SINCE ZED AND TANGO LAST UPLOADED SO #WHOOPS?

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fanaticsnail · 2 months

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'Straya Shenanigans 💃🪃🦘

I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure sordid and I are trying to tell each other something...

@sordidmusings, love you queen 👑

#moots mooting #this bitch #love her #apparently chef-husband okay 🤷‍♀️#okay tho #whoops?#golden gaytime #mount gay #we're gay? 🤷‍♀️

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madamemiz · 2 years

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moon is finally done, the set is complete!! <3

as with Sun, he's mostly fleece and over 2 feet tall! he jingles when you shake him! very huggable, 10/10 would take a nap with. gave him pointy teeth bc tbh it just feels correct

moon is only the second plush i've ever made, and though i do have prior sewing experience, i barely knew what i was doing and i was mostly winging it. i do have a sort-of-kind-of pattern now at least!!

there's a few things i'd do differently if i had to start over, but overall i'm happy with them! <3

#fnaf sb #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #my art #plushies #i know a few people have shown interest in a pattern but uh. tbh i did most of the sewing in a hyperfocused fugue state #so uh. i forgot to document a good chunk of this #whoops?#i do have some pattern pieces saved so i can take pics of those with measurements sometime #i'm trying so hard to fight the urge to point out every single flaw they have lmao #anyway. love them. smooch their dumb plush faces. mwah mwah

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mydetheturk · 9 months

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Had a bad migraine & vertigo today, decided to Project. Have Wolfwood Dealing With Vertigo and being Annoyed about it. (If it goes up on ao3 I'll make a post later💜🦑) (if you see any mistakes no you don't 💜)

Wolfwood wakes with his head full of static and his limbs full of lead. He and Meryl and Vash had drank the night before, celebrating something that Wolfwood can't really remember now. All Wolfwood knows is he desperately needs to piss and he's too goddamn hot under the blanket with Meryl clinging to his back.

He tosses the blanket off, pushes himself upward, swings his legs around –

And finds himself on the floor, too dizzy to stay up.

Wolfwood wheezes at the landing. He's dense, heavy with muscle and Eye augmentations, so the landing is loud, louder than he'd ever admit.

Wolfwood is still staring at the wall in confusion when he hears a noise above him. Turning his head, he sees Meryl peeking over the side of the bed.

"Wolfwood? What happened?" She sounds just this side of freaked out, so Wolfwood tries to answer.

"Dizzy," he grunts.

He doesn't get any further when the door opens up, Vash looking panicked.

"Are both of you okay?" he yelps.

Wolfwood rolls onto his back, and while his vision doesn't swim, he's pretty sure if he tries to sit up again he's not making it. His balance is shot, and he doesn't actually know what's causing it yet. He could be dying? Maybe? He doesn't think so, is pretty sure that if he were dying there'd be a lot more bullets and he'd be vomiting up his own blood, but what does Wolfwood know, anyway?

"Nick's down," Meryl says. She pushes herself up. "Over here."

Vash carefully steps around the bed and kneels beside Wolfwood. "Hey, you okay?" he asks. He doesn't touch but he's hovering, and Wolfwood hates it, hates this weakness.

"Dizzy. Fulla lead," is what Wolfwood answers. "Help me up, gotta piss." He pushes his shoulders down, pressing his chest up into Vash's touch inhumanly hot touch. A touch like that could leave scorch marks if Vash wasn't so gentle with Wolfwood.

Vash curls his hands under Wolfwood's ribcage, scooping him up so Wolfwood is seated. He goes to press his hand to Wolfwood's forehead and hesitates. "Meryl?"

She presses her hand to Wolfwood's forehead instead. "Well he's not warm. You sure you're not hungover?" She's teasing, but she's a little serious as well.

"I think I can hold my liquor a little better than that," Wolfwood says.

Vash rumbles against Wolfwood's side, pressing their cheeks together. Wolfwood relaxes into his touch. It would have been unthinkable even six months ago. "I was going to wake the two of you," he interrupts before they can devolve into bickering. "We can't head out today."

Wolfwood makes a noise and Meryl looks at him with suspicion.

"A sandstorm hit last night," Vash explains. He rolls up to his feet, pulling Wolfwood with him as though Wolfwood weighs nothing. "Spoke to the innkeeper about keeping our room until it passes through." Wolfwood's sense of balance is a little too shot right now to smack Vash for it, but Meryl pokes Vash in the side for him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know. But it's a pretty bad one. Another group checked in just before it hit, apparently. Storm was full of lightning."

Ah.

Wolfwood isn't dying.

Wolfwood is just suffering the other side effects of the Eye's experiments. Too sharp senses were one thing – and now that Vash has pointed it out, Wolfwood can hear the sand rattling against the shutters – and he can usually cope with them using his sunglasses, ear plugs he'd stolen from a former colleague's team, and a steady stream of cigarettes and/or suckers.

The way sandstorms on Noman's Land blow through towns – and during the time of the year they're most common – ruins Wolfwood's balance. He doesn't think the doctors ever got a clear answer for that one, just knows it happened way back at Hopeland too. It irritated Chapel to no end, that his star pupil was so debilitated by the sandstorms. Wolfwood always had to be careful during sandstorm season, and even during the off seasons, pushing himself beyond his limits to keep Chapel's approval.

Wolfwood grunts.

"Ah, yeah. Sorry." Vash shifts Wolfwood so that he can get Wolfwood's arm over his shoulders. "Water closet?"

"'Water closet.' You're so old fashioned," Wolfwood scoffs.

Meryl titters a little but sits up properly, now fully awake. "What time is it even?" she asks. "It feels early but…"

It's dark in their hotel room. It's probably the sandstorm, though, and Wolfwood is glad they're in a town.

"Late enough I got most of my morning routine done," Vash says. "You two were exhausted. We can get breakfast in a bit."

He lets Vash help him to the bathroom of their inn room, takes a few minutes to recompose himself. Wolfwood's not eating, not this morning. He should, and he will, but that's a later problem. The lump caught in his throat from the vertigo won't let him, nor does he think he'll be able to keep it down. He might be able to manage some porridge or maybe toast if the inn's tavern has any bread this morning.

Meryl's mostly dressed by the time Wolfwood's recomposed himself, and Vash used the communal showers before coming back into their room, so he's clean & freshly dressed as well.

Wolfwood's the problem today. As much as it chafes, he lets them help him suit up. Usually it's the other way round, stripping one another of their clothes, trying not to tear anything in their haste.

Their hands still linger on Wolfwood's skin, though, Meryl circling her hands around Wolfwood's biceps to buckle his sleeve garters, and Vash feeling him up while tucking in his shirt, chest to back with Wolfwood.

It has him a little on edge, but his limbs are full of lead and he can't move without swaying. He's glad he doesn't have to hide this weakness from them, that they care for him despite it.

Wolfwood is dreading the stairs to the first floor. He's grateful they're only on the second – this inn has three.

"Ready to brave the rest of the inn?" Vash asks. He and Meryl are on either side of Wolfwood, Vash's arm slung behind his shoulders and Meryl's arm around Wolfwood's hips.

Wolfwood grunts. He's not. He's going to, but he's not.

Meryl headbutts his ribs lightly. "Half an hour? Then we can come back up and cuddle?" she offers.

"I reserve the right to kick one of you in the shin to get me back up here if my head starts acting up," Wolfwood says. He'll kick Vash in the shin. Lightly, cause he doesn't actually want to hurt Vash, nor does Wolfwood think his shoes could actually do the Plant any damage, but he'll do it.

Vash chuckles and nuzzles Wolfwood's jaw as though he knows Wolfwood's plans. Fucker. "Alright. Let's get you downstairs and get some food in you?"

Wolfwood crinkles his nose. "If you do." Vash makes a face, sharp teeth bared for the room to see. "Needle-noggin, I swear to God."

"If you take something for your vertigo," Vash says lightly, his eyes flashing a deeper than usual blue. "We should have something that'll work in the first aid kit, you just need to eat first."

Wolfwood narrows his eyes. He knows what meds Vash is talking about, and hates how much more like lead his body feels when he takes them.

They shouldn't have to run, though. They're going to be downstairs for half an hour and then right back up here. Wolfwood is going to be useless if they had to run anyway, body made of lead and head stuffed full of worms.

He concedes the point. "Fine."

"Wonderful. Let's go before they stop serving breakfast foods." Meryl tugs on Wolfwood's waist, just a bit, unbalancing him slightly. He overcorrects, landing in Vash's arms.

Vash scoops Wolfwood up entirely while Wolfwood tries to get his vision to stop swirling and his stomach to settle. "Looks like I'm carrying you today," Vash teases.

"Fucker," Wolfwood breathes. He clings to Vash and buries his face in Vash's neck, ignoring how Meryl coos at him.

Vash chitters in his throat for a couple of seconds and then moves, and it takes everything in Wolfwood's training to not tense up against Vash and to stay limp to make it easier on him. The stairs are a harrowing nightmare that Wolfwood almost – almost – demands to be put down upon arriving at. But Vash just rearranges Wolfwood and carries him down.

Meryl makes an appreciative noise at the sight.

Wolfwood flips her off.

Vash settles Wolfwood at a table while Meryl hurries to the bar to get them breakfast – thomas eggs, something like the grits Wolfwood ate at Hopeland, and some sort of vegetation that might have actually been grown. He gets down most of the grits Meryl got for him, and all of the vegetation. The eggs he passes on to Vash with a pathetic look. Vash stares unblinking at him for a minute before accepting them. Wolfwood supposed one of them has to eat today, and he can't get much more than what he's managed.

An extra bowl of grits makes its way to their table and Wolfwood eyes them suspiciously.

"I might have mentioned you being ill to the innkeeper's daughter," Meryl admits. "You'll need it later, Nick."

Nick can't say no to that, so he slumps in the chair and Vash pats his back, hand lingering between Wolfwood's shoulder blades.

"Alright," Vash says, "back to the room to cuddle?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Yep."

Vash gets Wolfwood back upstairs while Meryl dips into their collective hotel money stash to pay for breakfast, bringing the extra bowl up with her.

When she makes it back up, Wolfwood is on the bed and Vash is digging through the first aid kit.

Wolfwood's already kicked his shoes off, and she does the same before sitting on the bed beside his hips.

"How's your head?" she asks.

Wolfwood has his arm slung over his face. He wiggles his free hand.

"Almost fell back down the stairs," Vash pipes up. Wolfwood flips him off. "But we got in here no problem. Could you fill a glass while I dig?"

Meryl fills a glass half-full with water from their tiny bathroom sink and sets it on the table beside the bed. She's down for cuddles as soon as Vash can get the meds into Wolfwood.

Vash emerges victorious, holding up a small vial with a label on the side in Wolfwood's handwriting that just says Vertigo.

Wolfwood sighs, and lets Meryl pull him up so he can drink his water and take a couple of pills.

"Hate this," he grumbles. "Hate how heavy this shit makes me feel."

Meryl kisses his forehead. "We've got you," she says. She and Vash lay him down, Meryl tucked in on one side and Vash tucked in on the other.

"Let us take care of you for once," Vash adds. Wolfwood bares his teeth, but melts into the bed once both of them are settled. Vash noses the side of his neck. "Rest, Nico. If something happens, we'll bring you with us."

"Dead weight and all," Meryl says. She fists one hand in Wolfwood's shirt, wrinkling the fabric. Wolfwood grunts, arms a little trapped but he's out fast enough. Meryl slides back into sleep soon after, content that Vash is keeping watch.

Vash purrs, rhythmic and slow as the sandstorm rages on.

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thetarttfuldickhead · 4 months

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“The changing room was quiet.”

Okay, so I have two different responses for you. See, the line you fed me works perfectly with the opening of a fic I actually am writing (my 1x05 canon divergence RoyJamie kink fic) and I’ve been trying to hype myself into returning to that, so yeah. Cannot resist the chance to share. But it rather feels like cheating, and it’s quite dark, so I wanted to give you something new and softer too. More of everything, that’s my motto!

1. From the 1x05 canon divergence fic

The changing room was quiet.

It was a bleak and weird fucking thing, a dressing room this subdued after a 3-2 win; Roy couldn’t remember anything like it, not even once after the hundreds of games he’s played throughout his career.

Sam looked like someone ran over his puppy and every time Roy’s eyes landed on his stricken face it was all he could do not to march straight up to Jamie fucking Tartt and bash his pretty little head in.

Over by his cubby, the little prick was unaware of, or – even more likely – unconcerned with Roy’s dark mood. He was getting changed and putting on too much Lynx and snapping picture after picture for his fucking socials and acting like he didn’t even notice how tense the room was, how even the congratulations given to him by his cronies were muted and offered with sidelong glances at the rest of the team.

Roy stared at Lasso, willing him to speak up, to haul Jamie off and read him the fucking riot act or fucking anything that wasn’t just letting Tartt get away with being the nastiest little shit who ever stepped on a pitch just because he’d scored a fucking hat-trick just now.

2. Written for this ask

The changing room was quiet. One by one the players had showered, changed, packed up and left, murmuring their efforts of encouragment and consolation to each other on their way out, until only one of them remained, dejectedly slumped on the bench by his cubby.

Jamie was still in his mud-splattered kit, hair a mess and looking as despondent as Roy had ever seen him.

Roy sighed inwardly, knowing that as gaffer he ought to offer up some kind of tought love pep-talk, get it together, Tartt, it fucking sucked but there’s no point crying over it, there’ll be other chances and we’ll do better then, moaning over it like a little bitch isn’t helping anyone, we’ll take some time practising your cross tomorrow and you’ll be fine.

As Jamie’s partner, he knew there were other things that Jamie needed from him, and perhaps needed more at the moment.

Roy sat down next to the other, and pulled him into a tight hug.

#we go dark we go sweet bc these boys can DO IT ALL #thank you for letting me play <3 #love the new username btw #i have one more of these to do but it’s taking a little bit longer bc it’s accidentally turning into a tiny ficlet proper #whoops?#roy kent #jamie tartt #roy & jamie #royjamie #ficlet #sentence prompt #my stuff

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thegrinningkitten · 1 year

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Hey hey, you should read a fanfic called for the forgotten ones in AO3

To be completely transparent...

I pretty much fell out of Undertale fandom in the past few months. The only reasons I'm still posting UT-adjacent artwork are:

I have a backlog of ideas on my "Art Ideas" list, and I'm slowly going through it; and

I still haven't quite figured out how I like to draw the stuff for the new fandom I've fallen into.

So, thank you for a fic rec and stuff, but it's not something that currently interests me. Thanks for thinking of me though!

#I quite literally have 99+ AO3 tabs of my new obsession open on my phone rn...#Whoops?#Jass rambles #asks

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ganyuslily · 1 year

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AFTER THE STORM.

scaramouche has learned his lesson a long time ago — a god does not forgive that easily. especially, when that god is also your mother.

ei&scaramouche (platonic/familial)

angst (i am feeling silly)

yesterday i offered you a cute fic. today? an angsty scarei fic. tomorrow? who knows

raiden ei’s words shoot to kill when arguing. her verbal fights are the exact same as her physical ones; quick, sharp, straight to the point. able to spot her opponent’s weakness in mere seconds. hurtful. precise. aiming to kill.

more often than not, the one standing on the opposite side was her son. she had no mercy for him — son or not, whoever stood against her had to bear the wrath of her lightning.

(she was always a strict mother, after all.)

their fights are always so cruel. bringing up the past, bringing up the insecurities. recalling regrets and past mistakes, shooting insults at one another as if it were a contest. a competition. something that had to be won at any cost.

what seemed to somehow be even worse though that the fight itself was the aftermath. the silence that would follow. the eyes of his mother boring into his.

raiden ei does not apologize. she is a god, after all — a god is never wrong. on the other hand, he had almost become one. something that could’ve been but never was. something that sometimes haunts him in his dreams. something that he still sees when he looks into his mother’s face. and so he puts his hands together, his eyes looking at her in a silent prayer and

begs.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

the words seem to spill out of him like from a broken glass. he can’t stop them, can’t stop the desperate sound of his voice, can’t stop the feeling of needing for her to at least look at him.

“i didn’t mean to— i didn’t mean to say that, you know it, you know i didn’t mean to!”

she extends her hand and caresses his face. he leans into her touch and for a second, all that she has done wrong seems like an illusion, a cruel trick of his mind. but in the end, she takes her hand back and her eyes become distant again.

she is a mother and

he is a son.

sadly,

she is a god before she is a mother.

sadly,

he is her son before he is anything else.

scaramouche has learned his lesson a long time ago — a god does not forgive that easily. especially, when that god is also your mother.

and still, like a fool, he awaits for her to tell him that he deserves to be forgiven.

#genshin impact angst #raiden ei angst #scaramouche angst #raiden ei genshin #scaramouche genshin #raiden ei and scaramouche #platonic genshin #once again how do i tag things like this #whoops?#ganyuslily.writes

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