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king-k-ripple · 1 year

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If Mario games were Kirby games:

Super Mario Dream Land: The gluttonous Princess Peach has stolen all the food in the mushroom kingdom. It’s up to Mario to stop her.

Super Mario Adventure: Princess Peach has broken the sticker comment to stop Satan himself from being summoned. Mario can’t dream though, so he’s willing to take the risk and stop Princess Peach. New to this game are power-ups.

Super Mario Dream Land 2: Princess Peach has been kidnapped by Bowser Jr. Mario has three different Yoshis to help him on his journey. One is ground-based and is absolutely useless. The second one is sky-based and is OP as heck. The third one is water-based and is the only one who’s balanced. All three Yoshis can enhance Mario’s power-ups.

Super Mario Dreamland 3: Princess Peach has been kidnapped by Bowser. 2 player co-op is introduced with Luigi. He’s more or less a green Mario, but this is the hardest Super Mario game by far, so you’ll need all the help you can get. Additionally, there are now 6 Yoshis to control, and thankfully the power disparity between the 3 new Yoshis isn’t as drastic as the returning ones.

Super Mario 64 The Crystal Coconut: The tiki tak tribe has invaded DK island and Diddy Kong accidentally broke the crystal coconut. It is up to Mario to help Diddy Kong collect the crystal coconut’s pieces. Mario can also combine power ups in this game. Along the way, Mario will be helped by one of three characters per stage. Princess Peach is now fully playable and can smack enemies with her parasol, Koopa Troopa creates wacky machines to get Mario from one place to the next, and Donkey Kong gives Mario maximum bananas to heal as well as paint pictures to help him on puzzles. Make sure to collect every piece of the crystal coconut though, or else King K Rool will stare at you with an evil grin.

Super Mario Squeak Squad: Mario’s cake got stolen! Mario assumes Princess Peach stole the cake, but it turns out it was Wario! Now Mario must find as much treasure as he can containing power-up upgrades, increased maximum health, or palette swap spray paint. Every time Mario collects a large treasure chest, Wario will chase Mario down, hoping to steal the chest from him.

Super Mario And The Amazing Mirror: Waluigi trapped Princess Daisy in the mirror world. Waluigi also split Mario into 4 different colored Marios. It is up to Mario to go through 8.5 convoluted poorly-designed metroidvanias to stop Waluigi and rescue Daisy.

Super Mario Returns To Dreamland: In this 4 player co-op game, Mario joins Princess Peach, Princess Daisy, and for some reason a toad with a bandana to get the parts to re-assemble a ship. At the end of about half of the stages, Mario becomes God himself after killing an enemy with a star on it, while the other three players just sort of follow along watching Mario wreak havoc.

Super Mario Star Allies: All your favorite characters return in this game that is hated for being 30fps and nothing else, including Yoshi, Yoshi, Yoshi, Donkey Kong and Diddy Kong, and Wario. For whatever reason, only Wario can be played individually. If you want to play as just one Yoshi or just Donkey Kong, too bad so sad. Although the Yoshis and Wario play like an absolute dream and the level design complements their abilities beautifully, that could not be further from the truth for Donkey Kong and Diddy Kong. Whether you love or don’t care for this game largely depends on how much fan service you recognize.

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beebfreeb · 3 months

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*thick southern accent* My wife (<- LIE not anyone's wife she is 3 times divorced) New main suit design! I love Phoebe I need to draw her more. 100 times, even.

#daisy in dreamland #didl #ms paint #my ocs #beebfreeb art tag #artists on tumblr

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invertabeeb · 6 months

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Customer perceived value.

#daisy in dreamland #didl #ms paint #sid's funny art #my ocs #oc: daisy #oc: the salesman #Whatever. What freaking ever.

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hollyhomburg · 5 months

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Before I Leave You (Pt.63)

(Sneak Peak) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: You never thought that just cuddling with Hobi on a cold day could lead to this; his pants off and you begging "Daisy please-"

Tags: fluff, a little hurt but mostly just comfort, First times, soft cuddle sex, unintentional mutual somnophilia, knotting, scenting, under clarified limits, small triggers after sex, small references to past abusive relationships, love confessions.

W/c: 12.1k

A/n: thank you guys for being patient for this next chapter :) it's one of my favorites so please give it lots of love when it comes out!

Previous part ~ Masterlist

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Chapter 63: Fizz and Burn (Sneak Peak)

The light comes through the windows all honey yellow, turning the bookshelves that Yoongi made gold instead of white. Turns the tops of Hobi’s hair a little red too. The brown turning to a rainbow of ocher in the sunlight.

"Go back to sleep." You hum, already half there. He pulls you a little on top of him, holding you with a firmness usually reserved for too large packages and the tenderness reserved for very fragile very precious things. It makes your whole body feel tingly at the edges, the way it does when you come inside from a rainstorm. All dry and taken care of.

“Thanks for not leaving the nest when everyone else did,” you think he might be asleep for how long it takes him to answer. But everything in the last 24 hours has left you feeling like you don’t want to be alone, that you can’t be left by yourself.

He breathes up and it presses against your stomach. “Didn’t want to go. Wanna stay in the nest with you.” He murmurs, “Is that okay?”

Your hand finds his arm and you use it to tug yourself closer, getting your forehead against his shoulder, the headphones slipping from your ear.

“Yeah. It’s always okay.”

You shut your eyes and Hobi tucks your hair behind your ear and puts the headphones back in.

The next time you wake it’s because noodle is licking at your forehead, grooming you, and you hear the shutter sound of Hobi’s camera, his small giggle. You swat at noodles face and he bats at you a little before settling on the small of your back, fighting Hobi for necessary real-estate and howling when he pushes him off. “Nu, be quiet,”

Hobi’s hushed words are answered with a equally quiet meow that sends you straight off to dreamland.

The next time you wake is not so innocent.

You’re a little too close, cuddling with Hobi in a way that you might with Yoongi, with Namjoon, with Jungkook. All warm and snug hot. Bodies and dreams tangled so thuroughtly it's hard to tell where dreamy wants begin and fragile delights end.

You’re warm at your front from Hobi and warm on your back from the sunshine streaming through the window. Warm all the way through. Until he moves his hand and you realize that’s from him too. His fingers splayed over your spine.

You think you can be forgiven for confusing them. Hoseok and sunlight are one in the same.

The apex of your thigh is pressed tight to his hip just where his thigh starts. Your leg hitched over his hip and tight to it. The fabric of his sweatpants and the fabric of your pajama shorts are all bunched up from your movements. Your knee bent at a comfortable angle. His scent is heady in your nose, pressed to the low tugged collar of his shirt just over his heart.

As close as you can be but still not enough.

You don't even realize your hips are moving, sleepily grinding against his thigh until it's too late and Hobi grabs your hips and groans.

Coming Saturday November 18th at 5pm EST (Time Zone Adjustments Below)

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borzologist · 2 years

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DAISY IN DREAMLAND OC her name is ellys and shes a borzoi Yes she has both of her eyes

didl is a @beebfreeb creation :3 big fan

#art #oc #borzoi #borzoi drawing #mspaint #jspaint #reference sheet #didl #daisy in dreamland

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metro-doodles · 2 years

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love these weird beasts

#daisy in dreamland #didl #hehehe #doodle tag #mags art

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alwritey-aphrodite · 9 months

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Putting Roots In My Dreamland

Chapter Three of There’s Nothing Like This

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem!footballer!reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 2.5k

Author’s Note: here’s the Jamie I promised :) another shoutout to @buckychristwrites for helping me out when my brain shuts down

When you wake up on Sunday, body sore and head aching and mouth dry, you vow to never drink again. You wonder what had possessed you to make plans for today when you knew exactly what your night was going to be like as soon as your locker room celebration started. At some point, everyone had made their way from Nelson Road to a club, and it was all downhill from there.

Luckily for you, Jamie was in the same boat as you and was hopefully regretting his decisions just as much as you were. Though, knowing how unfair the world is, you’re sure he feels fresh as a daisy right now. He’s probably been up for hours and had time to make himself some sort of healthy, superfood smoothie before doing an intense workout followed by a shower with a complex hair and skincare routine, because he was insufferable like that.

You, meanwhile, were wondering how you’re able to stand on your own, let alone play a full football match. You’re reminded of the creeping end of your career, coming much faster than it should, so you throw yourself into the shower just so you have something else to think about. The warm water soothes your muscles and your overactive brain until you’re actually looking forward to spending the day with Jamie.

The shower takes longer than it typically would, mainly due to how long you just stand under the stream of water without doing anything, simply letting the water wash over your body as you psych yourself up for the day ahead of you. It wasn’t that Jamie made you nervous, but spending time with new people, getting to know new friends, was always a little nerve inducing for you. You and Jamie had only spoken a handful of times and never for any longer than five minutes, so the thought of spending a whole day with just him made your stomach flip.

After spending far too long in the shower, you check your phone to see a message from Mackie, along with plenty of pictures. You groan as you scroll through them, confronting your decisions from the night before. They aren’t bad pictures, and you’re surprised at how good of a photographer Mackie is even though she had just as much to drink as you did.

In all of them, you look exuberantly happy, your mouth wide open in a grin or mid-laugh with a drink in one hand and the other slung around the shoulder of a teammate or one of the boys. You’ve been happy, but it’s been a while since you’ve seen it, since you were able to look at your own face and see the joy so clearly written on it. Even just looking back makes you smile, until you get a text from Jamie and your stomach fills with nerves.

He’s sent you an address, asking if you want to meet at a coffee shop around noon so he can show you around Richmond, and you don’t even remember giving him your number.

Can’t wait! You reply, even though you’d love nothing more than to wait and spend the rest of your day lounging in front of your TV and eating nothing but comfort foods. Instead, you finish getting ready before standing in front of your closet and taking far too long to settle on an outfit. You know you’ve already met and that you’ve literally tackled the man, but you still want to make a good first impression outside of Nelson Road, outside of whatever you said or did last night.

All you hope is that you didn’t embarrass yourself too much.

You decide to walk to the cafe, knowing the fresh air will help you calm your nerves more than driving on the confusing London streets would. To your shock, Jamie is already sitting there when you arrive with fifteen minutes to spare. Even from a distance, you can see the way he alternates between checking the time on his phone and pushing his hair out of his face, the headband he wears at Nelson Road nowhere to be seen.

When he finally spots you coming towards him, he launches himself out of his chair and rushes forward to meet you halfway. He’s wearing dark colored pants and a nice button-up instead of the matching tracksuit you’d been expecting and looks nowhere near as hungover as you feel. He looks like he’s been up since the sunrise and went on a run just because he wanted to, and it makes you momentarily hate him just a little until he smiles at you and you’re reminded that he’s really just a boy who happens to be a professional footballer.

Pleasantries are exchanged as you both take a seat, and you can’t help the way your eyes drift from the menu in your hands to his face, the way he’s pouting slightly as he thinks and pushes his hair away from his face in what you assume is a nervous habit, something to keep his hands busy. It’s endearing in a way that makes you want to stand and run and never leave your house again.

After the two of you order, the conversation stills and the silence becomes awkward and you have no idea what to say. It’s not like you can ask him about himself, because your guilty pleasure is trashy tabloids and you’ve read more of his interviews with well-known papers than you’d like to admit. Jamie doesn’t seem all that eager to break the silence either and there’s been a furrow in his brow since you sat down, so you take it upon yourself to get the ball rolling.

“Thanks for offering to show me around, I really appreciate it,” you say, setting down your utensils as you finish eating, “I feel like I haven’t done anything except train since I got here.” And really, you weren’t wrong; you’d gone to the grocery store and stopped at a coffee shop with Mackie after practice one day, but other than that you haven’t been anywhere except Nelson Road and your house, and you’ve already been in Richmond for more than a month.

“Yeah,” he nods along as you speak before he adds, “I’ve been here a lot longer than you and I still don’t really know Richmond that well.” You can’t help the confusion that clouds your face as the man who offered to show you around Richmond admits that he doesn’t know the area and Jamie notices immediately so he scrambles to add, “I know a lot of places! Just not everywhere, but I’ve got my favorites.”

It’s becoming more and more difficult not to smile when you’re around him, there’s just something about him that makes you feel so open in a way you haven’t experienced since you met Mackie. He’s attentive, listening to everything you have to say with his full attention, nodding along as you answer questions about your favorite things and what you miss from back home and how you’re liking London so far.

It’s obvious that he genuinely cares about your answers, that he wants to hear what you have to say, and you can’t remember the last time anyone paid attention to you like that and it makes your skin prickle in a way that isn’t completely unpleasant.

The two of you start your tour around Richmond, questions and stories being volleyed back and forth as you walk along the streets. Jamie contributes to your conversation and he answers all your questions openly, but it’s clear that he’d rather have the focus be on you and the majority of his contributions are nods and “mhm”s thrown in when appropriate.

You can’t help but to wonder if this is how he acts with everybody or if it’s just because you’ve really only just met or if he’s regretting offering to show you around Richmond. You always make it a point not to talk about yourself, wanting to keep the focus on anything other than you and your life, and even though you’re not spilling out your deepest darkest secrets, you still feel exposed in ways you hadn’t expected.

“I love all the girls, and the coaches, and Keeley and Rebecca are great,” you say after Jamie asks how you’re liking Richmond so far. You know that’s probably not what he meant by that question but you can’t fathom opening up to him any other way, definitely not in the middle of a Sunday in a public park while you’re still a little hungover.

The last person you’d really, truly opened up to, shared all your deepest fears and hopes and dreams with was Mackie, and you’d been friends for almost five years now. The idea of exposing yourself, of someone truly getting to know you made your skin crawl, despite how much you’re coming to enjoy being around Jamie.

“Yeah, Keeley’s awesome, she’s one of me best mates,” he replies and you’re glad that the conversation has shifted away from you and onto someone you’d much rather talk about.

Jamie’s tour ends up being less like a tour and more like the two of you aimlessly walking around Richmond with him vaguely pointing out restaurants and shops that he likes, but you don’t mind at all. It’s much nicer than you’d expected just to talk with Jamie, and you find yourself looking forward to spending more time with him while also feeling terrified of seeming childish if you were to ask him to hang out again.

Despite your football playing strategies, you’d never been one to be exceptionally forward or confident in your personal life, so even just the idea of spending a day with Jamie seemed unbelievable. Although, he really was nothing like you’d expected.

The Jamie you were spending time with was considerate and a little awkward and told awful jokes that you couldn’t help but laugh at, and the more time you spent with him the more relaxed you became. By the time you find yourself in front of your house, you’re debating whether or not you should lie and say it isn’t your place just so you can keep walking, and you can spend a little more time talking with Jamie.

“This is me,” you say instead, throwing an arm backwards to point at your front door, “I had a really nice time today, thanks for showing me around.” You try not to smile too wide, try not to seem like a child who’s overly excited about making a new friend even though on the inside you’re practically jumping up and down.

Once you’d gotten past the fact that you were talking with the Jamie Tartt, football star, you were really just overjoyed at the idea of finally having a friend that wasn’t just a teammate, someone who you’d need to see outside of training and who’d drag you out of your house to experience life.

“Yeah, of course,” Jamie responds, his hands hovering out in front of him before he settles them into his pockets, “we’ll have to do something again sometime.”

You can’t help but to smile at Jamie and how uncharacteristically shy he seems, but when he notices you smiling, he beams back at you. You say your goodbyes before heading inside, internally debating whether or not you should have asked if he wanted to come in.

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As Jamie watches your front door close, he takes his first deep breath of the day. It seemed like he was held together by nothing but nerves all morning, and now that he’s heading home he can finally relax. He’d been so worried about saying something dumb that he’d barely talked, choosing instead to ask you question after question to keep the conversation on any topic except himself.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to share with you, because he really did, he just couldn’t risk ruining what was shaping up to be a comfortable friendship with his own insecurities and fears. And, he could listen to you talk for hours and hours no matter what you were saying. You could read him the dictionary and he’d sit with rapt attention the entire time, overjoyed just to be near you.

He’d been worried he’d come off too strong and scare you away, but it seemed as if you enjoyed yourself as much as he did. He can’t help the little bubble of pride that fills his chest over the idea that you enjoyed a day he’d planned, enjoyed spending time with him enough to say you wanted to meet again soon.

You'd been so different from how you were at the Dog Track, than how you are on the pitch, but Jamie doesn’t mind at all. He wants to learn everything about you, all your quirks and fears and everything you love.

Being around you feels like being punched in the chest, and Jamie can’t remember ever feeling this way about anyone, not when he met Roy Kent for the first time or when he told Keeley he loved her, but he doesn’t mind. It’s a new feeling, and it scares him a little, but it’s not a bad feeling at all. It’s like he can’t breathe around you, but he’d rather struggle for breath than never see you again.

Ever since that moment when your eyes locked your first day at Nelson Road, Jamie hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you. He remembers checking Instagram every morning and night until Keeley posted the women’s team roster and then he spent hours scrolling through your page.

At first, he’d felt like a creep, like he was intruding on something private even though your page was public and you’re a professional athlete. He was careful not to like any of your old photos, careful not to do anything that would send you a notification that he was spending hours scrolling down your profile.

There were photos of you and Mackie and the rest of the US Women’s Team, there were professional photos of you at events or at photo shoots for brand deals, there were action shots of you on the pitch, but his favorite photos were the ones you’d taken yourself, selfies and group photos and pictures of your travels.

If anyone was around, Jamie would have been beyond embarrassed when he realized he was smiling as he scrolled through your photos, taking in those little aspects of you that he hadn’t gotten the chance to experience yet in your minimal contact with each other. Even more embarrassing to him was the fact that he didn’t follow you for another week, needing time to work up the nerve as if it was outlandish that he’d follow you on your public account, as if all the other players on his team weren’t already following you.

He just loved getting to see the world, see Richmond and Nelson Road from your eyes.

There’s something about you that makes him want to learn everything about you, that makes him want to spend every moment of his free time with you, that makes him want to fall asleep and wake up next to you. He’s not sure what it is yet, but he knows some of his teammates are starting to pick up on it, Sam even going so far as to call him out on his starry-eyed staring.

All he hopes is that you don’t pick up on it.

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