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lilacbestpurple · 1 year
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“You should let kids/teenagers know that sexual attraction may happen later” and “You should let kids/teenagers know that lack of sexual attraction isn’t inherently unhealthy, abnormal or uncommon” co-exist, btw.
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osamusriceballs · 4 months
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The Accident - Part XV
Atsumu x fem reader
Warnings: Alcohol
Words: ~ 1,8 k
About: Y/n and that mysterious woman finally meet!
Part I II -> Next Part
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"You?"
She looks at you, clearly stunned to see you- and you feel the same way about her for sure. You actually mentally already saw yourself in your bed after this exhausting trip- and yet here you are. Facing her in the middle of the night once again. Her gaze flickers from you to Atsumu, quickly taking in his state.
You can imagine how you look like.
Your hair looks a bit messy, and you probably look like you fell straight out of your bed. And Atsumu next to you is a mess. Without a doubt. His shirt is half-opened, his broad chest almost fully on display, and you have been doing your best not to stare at his body while you're supporting his weight. His head is hanging low with his cheeks tinted pink and his eyes glassy, and the noises that occasionally escape his lips are a mixture of nonsense blabbering and snores. You definitely look like a strange combination - one might even get the idea that you got him drunk.
The woman is frozen for a few moments, simply taking in the sight of you and him, too stunned to say something. You can't blame her for that reaction, you would have been stunned too to see such a strange couple. You start to sweat slowly, Atsumu's weight considerably resting on you, now that you both have stopped moving. You have no idea what you should do, though. Just who the heck is she? And what is she doing at his apartment again?
After a few moments pass, she finally seems to make up her mind. She moves, coming closer without any warning until she's right in front of you - only to pass by briskly without giving you any attention. Now you're stunned, not missing the look of disgust and hatred on her face or the way her eyelid seems to twitch in rage when she walks past you, and you stand there with Atsumu next to you, who hasn't even looked up ever since you both came to stop.
You turn your head, watching her back as she strides towards the elevator and then presses a button, impatiently waiting for the doors to open.
You know that you only have this chance to talk to her, only these few moments- and you suddenly feel brave enough to do something.
"You know that I'm married to him, don't you?" You finally say. Judging by her reaction, this bold statement definitely took her by surprise. She turns her head and looks at you with a blank expression, but you can see how her nails dig into her palm. She doesn't reply; she simply stands there without breaking your gaze. You slightly lift your chin and hope that you exude confidence while you stand there with a snoring Atsumu leaning against you.
"If I ever catch you here again, I'll call the police. They will surely be happy to escort you out of my husband's apartment." She narrows her eyes at your words and turns her head when the elevator doors open, getting inside without even bothering to say something or acknowledging you.
You exhale deeply, feeling like you've just run a marathon. You still don't fully understand what's going on, but you at least feel somewhat better, now that you could get your anger off your chest. You don't know her, but you somehow find yourself disliking her. But you should maybe direct those feelings towards Atsumu, depending on what he'll tell you as soon as he sobers up. Even though you're not sure if you can trust him yet. You mentally curse when you realize that you still know nothing about this woman, other than that she apparently likes to hang out in front of his apartment. Why couldn't Osamu just tell you everything? You could maybe try to call him, but he seemed exhausted back there at Onigiri Miya's. He's probably asleep already and you feel somewhat sorry for him.
A groan next to you makes you look at Atsumu, who uncomfortably hangs around your body, and you're quick to push him towards his apartment. "We're almost there, please, just a bit more, Atsumu." You beg, and you don't know if he's able to hear you, or even understand you, but he is somehow actually trying to help you, and you finally make it into his apartment. It's probably the adrenaline in your body that makes you heave him onto his bed, and you simply fall on your knees when you finally manage to get his weight off you.
A groan escapes your lips, and you sit there with closed eyes for a few seconds.
That woman.
She's trouble. That much you're certain of when you think about her reactions. You're convinced that she has no positive connection to him. She might be his ex. A pang of jealousy rushes through you when you think about the beautiful brunette right next to Atsumu. The media would love them together.
And yet, here you are. Still married to him for another eleven months. Even carrying his last name, even though you don't even know what he's done with her after he kissed you in that one night. He maybe even slept with her back then. So much about Yachi's hypothesis of the volleyball team being too busy to date.
But that is something that Atsumu needs to tell you. You know that you will only be able to forget about him if he personally tells you that he's not interested. Then you might finally manage to erase him out of your life and move on. Maybe even start dating someone. Yachi had often asked if you feel up for blind dates. She told you that she knows a police officer, who's cute and single and who would absolutely be your type. You had laughed back then, but maybe it would help you get your thoughts away from the blonde volleyball player in front of you.
You get on your feet, looking at Atsumu and contemplate what you should do with him. You slowly look up and down his body, his face looking so soft while he's snoring, his hair hanging around his face, messy for sure, but it probably feels soft to the touch. His chest is still bare, his shirt almost fully opened, but you don't think it'll be too uncomfortable for him to sleep in it. Your gaze lingers on his belt. That will definitely be uncomfortable though.
You internally fight with yourself, a part of you feeling like a pervert when you reach out to the belt and try to quickly undo the clasp. It takes you a few attempts to open it, but you quickly pull it off him as smoothly as you can. You're just glad that he did not wake up during that procedure. You also open the button of his jeans but don't touch the zipper at all. His shoes are quick to land on the ground too, and then you take the blanket and throw it over him, securing it over his body and then making an attempt to go back. You freeze though when he starts moving, a groan escaping his lips along with something that sounds like your name. His eyes open, and you both stare at each other, though you're not entirely sure that he can see you - yet you're still flustered at his gaze.
You're both in his bed after all.
"Y/N - stay here." He mumbles, clumsily reaching out for you. You freeze when he manages to catch your sleeve and you place your hand over his quickly to pull it away.
"I - I don't think it's a good idea for me to stay here." You answer, your voice coming out softer than you intended it to. He hurt you, yet you still missed him. Missed how he makes you feel, missed his goofy side and the way he makes your heart skip a beat when he gives you that sweet smile. You missed everything about him.
"Y/n - missed ya... s'much." He whines into the pillow, his hand curling into yours, and you feel the wall inside of you crumbling. It's... kind of late after all. It's probably for the best if you don't walk home on your own. But sleeping in the same bed? After everything that has happened? But then: what if he needs you during the night? What if he throws up or something and you're too far away to help him?
You sit there for a few moments and then finally nod while you watch him. "Fine. I'll stay with you. Is it okay if I borrow one of your shirts?"
You don't really expect an answer of him, but he nods and mumbles something and raises his arm to show you a direction, and you simply open the wardrobe that he's pointing to without trying to look too much at the clothes and grab the first thing that comes into your hand. It's a simple black shirt that will probably fit comfortably on you. You look at Atsumu, who is now mumbling nonsense, and turn your back to him while you change into the shirt. You decide to leave on your sweatpants; it would feel weird to sleep next to him half-naked. You hesitate before you go into the bed, thinking about getting some water for him, but then you're quick to spot a bottle on the nightstand and then shrug your shoulders. That will be enough.
You're tired.
The adrenaline is slowly wearing off, and you're in no state to go home right now, that's for sure. You yawn and simply let yourself fall into his luxurious bed, and take a mental note to have a closer look at his bedroom in the morning when you wake up. You yawn quite loudly once again before you reach for the light switch and turn the lights off. It's comfortably dark now, and you reach for the other blanket and wrap it around you. You try to quietly shift into a more comfortable position, in order to not disturb Atsumu, but then you feel him shifting again and moving closer until your bodies are touching under your blanket. He smells like a mixture of beer and a smell that you only associate with him. Something manly and comforting; it's hard to tell.
After a few more moments, you hear him breathe deeply and evenly, a pleasant noise while he wraps his arms around you, pressing his hot body against yours. His chest is heaving against your back with every breath he takes, and you feel a tingle run down your spine when he nestles his face in your neck. You don't have it in you to fight this, and you definitely like how safe you feel in his arms. So you simply adjust your legs until you lay there comfortably and listen to the sound of him breathing.
And while Atsumu holds you maybe a bit too tightly in his arms, you feel warm for the first time in a few weeks and finally succumb to sleep.
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samijami · 5 months
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Got around to this!
Yes! There is a Kaos!Necros and a Kaos!Kah. Why aren't they in my character list? Because I want to make sure with @slylock-syl that it is ok if I do this-
Necros and Kah belong to @slylock-syl!
Anyways, just a question, Syl. Is it alright if I make these versions of Necros and Kah to be a few-page guest appearence in my comic? (Yes, I'm going to finally make the comic over on @samijami-comics)
They won't be until way later, I just felt like designing them and asking if it was alright. Their stories are literally the same as the cannon, just one slight difference with Fi's state of existence-
As to why Necros kinda looks mad- lol
(They would be a different timeline version. The Kaos!Timeline is a seperate timeline to the original. The comic itself will realise it's a seperate timeline and clarify this fact).
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topsyturvy-turtely · 3 months
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Hey, did we ever find out what exactly you bought in the Sherlock Holmes museum? I know I asked this before, but if I remember correctly, you didn’t answer it like I hoped you would. 😆
hmmmm.... nope you didn't 😬
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techypotatoartist · 1 year
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Some Pokemon League cards but with in Mega Man flavor I did this year. And don't worry SF and Legends fans...I got you >:3
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bonewreath · 2 months
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i’ve been thinking about the ellie vid fic all day it lives rent free in my head
now what if i told you i’m currently writing a second part? what then?
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s-creations · 10 months
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The Prince and The Plumber - Chapter 1: The Prince
The Prince: Forced to flee due to being hunted down by people he used to trust. Sent to the Mushroom Kingdom in order to hide him away until the growing evil can be taken care of. Didn't realize he'd find more than safety.
The Plumber: Used to being the second hero, the younger brother, the last resort. Used to being looked over, even though he's the taller one. Close to giving up on finding someone he connects with that's not his brother. He's surprised to find someone new working at the florist.
Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audience Audiences Relationships: Luigi/Prince Peasley, Luigi & Mario (Nintendo), Mario/Princess Peach Warnings/Additional Tags: Fleeing, New Identity, New point of life, Encroaching danger.
It was deathly quiet. The kingdom blanketed in heavy shadows. The moon was unseen in the sky, hidden by thick, dark clouds. 
A small group fled from the large castle.
One large form was taking the lead, checking to make sure their path was clear before waving the other two on. A heavy sword resting on their hip. The other two smaller forms follow closely behind. All wearing large hooded cloaks and carrying very little on their backs. No one spoke. But the fear was palpable. 
There was a brief moment of hope filling their chest when they saw the border. The base of the large mountains where the forest began to thin out. Trees turning into wide prairies and rolling hills. 
If they could just travel through the darkness, even with how open it was, they knew they would be safe. 
The quiet was instantly broken when an explosion sounded before them. The largest of the three quickly covered the other two. Taking a defensive stance as the ground finally stopped shaking.
“Finkrats!” A shrieking voice sounded from above. A Beanish being wearing a heavy red cloak and a strange looking contraption on his head descended before the group. A wide smile stretched tight across their face. “Did kernel sized brain dolts think you could pull the wool over the great Cackletta’s eyes? Fools! Idiots!”
The larger of the hooded figures drew their sword. “Lady Lima, would you be so kind as to escort my son away from here.”
“Mother-”
“Do you think I will be giving you the allowance to flee?” the floating figure shouted out, “Your plan is just an annoyance! Such as a wad of gum at the bottom of our gorgeous plan’s shoes. None shall flee! It will be in your best health to turn yourself over!”
The flying figure let out a shriek of fear, just barely avoiding the sword that was skillfully thrown their way. The wielder turned back towards the other two. 
“Run!”
One had to pull the other forward as they left the fighting behind.
“Lady Lima-”
“We can’t stay, Prince Peasley.”
“I can’t leave her behind!”
“Your mother wants you safe. Please.”
The sounds of shrieking and clashing metal soon faded away. The duo of fleeing figures moving over the large hills as quickly as they could. Their harsh breathing soon became the only sound they could hear. 
Reaching the crest of the latest hill, they caught an unnatural light in the valley before them. Recognizing it to be a carriage, but not one from their kingdom. Two Toads were stationed by it. One at the reigns with the other right by the door, who was already opening it for them. 
“Where’s Queen Bean?” The Toad asked fearfully as Peasley was practically shoved in first. 
“Not here,” Lady Lima snipped out, “the plan has changed. Please, we need to leave.”
She made sure to sit between the door and Peasley. There was no further discussion shared with the Toads as they both sat at the front. The carriage jerked as it quickly departed. 
Peasley leaned forward from his seat. Eyes frantically scanning the darkness as if expecting his mother to appear. 
“Your highness, please sit back.”
“I-”
“Peasley…we can’t do anything.”
Hearing the defeat in Lady Lima’s voice seemed to be the factor needed for Peasley to agree that they couldn’t help. Slumping back into the chair. Looking absolutely defeated. 
The ride remained quiet as they traveled along. The outside world was just as dark as when they fled, nothing seemed to keep Peasley’s mind off the situation. Left to squeeze his hands together in hopes that the pain would be enough to distract.
Even arriving at the Mushroom Kingdom didn't leave that much of an impact.
The first meeting to this kingdom should have been wonderful. Warming. A large and open welcome.
Suppose life doesn’t fully work out that way.
They only stopped when they reached the back of the castle. Only able to be seen by the standard torches that illuminated the small area. The travelers stepped out of the carriage and were greeted by Princess Peach and Toadsworth. Both give a relieved smile…only for it to falter when the expected third didn’t exit the carriage as well. 
“Pardon me,” Toadsworth started, “but where is Queen Bean?”
Whatever resolve Peasley had been able to hang onto crumbled away. Doing his best to hide his face as tears started to fall, arms wrapping around himself tightly. He didn’t fight back as another pair of arms gently enveloped him. Pulling Peasley into a strong hold with the smell of sweet fruit washing over him. 
“She’ll be okay, I’m sure of it.” Peach said softly, uncaring of the tears falling onto her dress. Shoulder becoming wet. “But our priority now is keeping you safe.” 
“S-She didn’t allow m-me a chance to h-help.” Peasley choked out.
“Because she wanted to know you were able to get away safely. Prince Peasley, cry as you need to, but know that she did it to get you away from there.”
The prince nodded slowly at this.
“How about we get you both settled and off to bed, yes?”
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When Princess Peach had been initially contacted, it was in the form of a pleading letter from Queen Bean. Acting queen to the BeanBean Kingdom. A place that had remained as separated from other areas as best they could. 
While the letter didn’t explain in full details the situation, it was a desperate request for her son, Prince Peasley, to find sanctuary in the Mushroom Kingdom. The prince had become a target of some dangerous individuals. Asking that, if the worst was to pass, Peasley could be tucked away as a new citizen within the Mushroom Kingdom until a solution could be found.
Peach agreed immediately. 
When a new letter arrived stating that Queen Bean, her lady-in-waiting, and the prince would be arriving soon, Peach did what she could. Subtly building a new home that was larger than usual. Making sure the royals could have a comfortable and safe life here until they could return to their own kingdom once more. Even setting up a ‘job’ for the prince that Peach knew he would enjoy.
As worried as she was for the absence of Queen Bean, Peach continued to put on a brave face. Smiling softly as she led the newcomers of her kingdom to their residence for the next…however long they needed to remain here. Hoping in some way to ease Peasley’s quiet worries.
“And here we are,” Peach announced as they walked into the newly constructed home, “Full amenities offered to make your stay here more comfortable. And I do mean full. Two stories, all bedrooms on the second floor.”
“Thank you Princess Peach, you are more than kind.” said Lady Lima.
“This is honestly the least I can do. Prince Peasley, you may be happy to hear that our local florist Myriostoma has a place open in her shop for help. I figured being around some flowers may help you since I can’t offer you a full garden.”
Peasley’s hand gripped onto the back of the kitchen chair tightly, mouth pulled thin. Peach was fearful that she may have stepped out of line with the offer. Only for him to nod slowly and reply with, “Of course…thank you.”
“I hope it would be some way to help you keep your mind off of things.” Peach’s smile faltered when Peasley turned further away, back now facing her. “Well, how about we let you two get some sleep. Please let me know if there’s anything else I can get for you.”
She swallowed down her ‘enjoy your evening’ and instead opted for a low bow. Soon departing from the new home and heading back to the castle. Toadsworth by her side. It was only when they were safely back, in Peach’s bedroom specifically, that he finally spoke up.
“What are you thinking, princess?”
“If we could possibly send the brothers to help and-”
“I understand your concern my dear. But this Cackletta is dealing with magic that none of us have seen before. It’s best to move forward with Queen Bean’s request and focus on keeping the prince safe.”
“Then may we at least be forward with them? Allow them to also be aware of the situation.” 
“They’ve not ever returned from their latest outing yet. Let’s allow the waters to calm and for these villains to be thrown off Peasley’s trail before doing so. In case we have some unsavory characters around, listening in. We just need to be mindful of how we move forward, for the betterment of everyone. For now, I would suggest following your own advice and getting some sleep.”
Peach nodded slowly, heart feeling heavy over the situation. 
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“Decide which room you would like to stay in sire.” Lady Lima said while waving her hand further down the hallway on the second floor. Offering a warm smile to the somber prince.
Peasley barely looked up as he passed by. Entering the first room on the left. “This one.”
“Your highness, you haven’t even seen the rest of them.”
“Does it matter, does it really?” Peasley more or less stomped further into the bedroom. Dropping onto the small bed and burying his face into the pillow.
“Of course it matters,” Lady Lima argued, “I want to know that you’re comfortable.” 
“I would feel ‘comfortable’ if I was back in the BeanBean kingdom. I would feel ‘comfortable’ if Cackletta wasn’t hunting me down! I would feel ‘comfortable’ if you’d allow me to go back and help my mother!”
Letting out a slow sight, Lady Lima moved into the room proper. Laying a gentle hand on the weeping prince’s shoulder. 
“Come now, sit up. Let’s wipe those tears away.” She gave her warm smile once more as Peasley did as asked. His head still hanging low. Unflinching as Lady Lima pulled out a handkerchief and gently dabbed at his cheeks. 
“This situation is…”
“Horrible.” Peasley weakly offered.
“Not what we had originally planned. This is scary, I won’t lie. But your mother made it very clear that you are the priority in this situation.”
“I don’t want to be…”
“Neither do I. I wish none of this was happening. But we must move forward with what’s been presented to us and do what we can. This situation will sort itself out, you have to believe that it will.”
“My belief is not very high right now…”
“That…is understandable. We’ll just try and focus on what we can for now. Starting with which room you actually want.”
Peasley let out a slow sight and gave a low nod, dull eyes looking around. It was a small room, even more so in comparison to his room at the castle. It was relatively bare save for the few essentials in furniture. A simple dresser, desk, and bed with a small mirror hanging on the wall. There was not much else. The light wood unblemished, a clear indication at how new this house was. Even with how small it was, Peasley felt content there.
“No, I’m fine with this one. I very much doubt the other rooms are that much different.” 
“But you haven’t seen them.”
“I’m content here, really. I just…want to get some sleep, please…”
“Of course. How about we take tomorrow to just…rest up? See what the town holds for us?”
Peasley merely nodded. 
After Lady Lima left, he sat on the edge of the bed. Supposed it was his bed now. Even though he didn’t want to think about it that way. He should be trying to get some sleep, but his mind didn’t want to shut up. Jumping to all the ‘what-ifs’ and unachievable possibilities. 
At some point, Peasley did fall asleep. Well, more passed out as he never properly got onto the bed. Instead falling over on his side, barely on the bed, still dressed in the outfit he’d fled in. The beanish prince let out a low groan as he moved, muscles and bones protesting, sore and very tight. 
The sun was low in the sky, but enough to paint the room in a warm, orange glow. Making it seem somehow larger than it was the previous night. Which didn’t make Peasley feel better about the situation. 
Shuffling over to the dresser, Peasley was surprised to find it already filled. Simple garments of simple materials that fitted the prince well. A small smile fleeting across his face, remembering the farmers who wore the same while working in the fields. How strange it was to feel comfort in fabrics that he’d never worn before. 
He chalked it up to how homesick he was feeling. 
Fully dressed, Peasley headed down the stairs and was met with a wonderful smile. Surprised to find Lady Lima putting around the kitchen. Filing a plate properly before placing it on the small table.
“Good morning sire. How did you sleep?”
“Uh…well enough, I suppose. I don’t think I truly slept. More like passed out. I’m not even really awake to be honest.” 
“Let’s get you something to eat and see how you feel afterwards.”
“I didn’t know you could cook.” Peasley commented as he was ushered to the table. Sitting before the plate already resting on it.
“I’m a woman of many talents,” Lady Lima replied, “I had more jobs before I was head lady-in-waiting. How about after we eat, we explore the kingdom. Allow ourselves to become used to living here?”
Even with how wonderful the food tasted, it felt like slime in Peasley’s mouth. Settling heavy in his stomach. It was an honest request. It shouldn’t hurt him so much.
“Um…yes, I suppose so. That makes sense…”
“At the very most, we can possibly find something for your room.”
“Sure…”
“We could even see that florist that Princess Peach was talking about.”
Peasley nodded.
“...Prince Peasley, you need to answer me, please.”
“No, I agree. That sounds like a good idea. I’m fine with that.”
Lady Lima fell quiet and gave a small nod of her own. No further words were exchanged.
Peasley took a deep breath when they left the house. Missing the hint of damp dirt that the BeanBean Kingdom held in the air. Instead replaced with warmed glass and metal. At least the sun was as bright as back home. A small smile formed feeling the heat wash over him. 
The main city of the Mushroom Kingdom was busy, even for how early in the morning it still was. Multiple Toads with different colored spotted caps were rushing around. Businesses called out what they were selling and greeted customers with wide smiles. It was loud and crowded. Even if the Toads were barely reached past Peasley’s waist, the prince still felt cramped. 
“This is…very different,” Peasley said, “The streets are not as crowded as…at home.”
“I agree. But we just have to make do with what we have right now. Oh, this shop looks interesting. Why don’t we go in?”
Peasely wasn’t sure if he was so worried about the situation or if he was truly just uninterested at what the kingdom had to offer. But he was unsure about all of this. 
The BeanBean Kingdom was a major producer of farming and agriculture. It was green, bright, vibrant, a world full of vegetation and plant life. 
The Mushroom Kingdom was a mess of noises and colors. Weird mechanical wonders that would whoosh the Toads around or produce sounds that roared above the number of Toads. 
It was too crowded.
Too noisy.
Too much.
Peasley wrapped his arms around himself. Finding the ground more interesting than anything around him. 
How could the world be so brilliant and yet so dull?
He allowed himself to be shepherd from building to building. Merely nodding at the questions Lady Lima gave, uncaring, mind a constant buzz of discomfort. Feeling his skin crawl at the stares they would receive passing by.
Relief hit him when a sweet smell wafted over to him. Peering up found himself drawing closer to a florist shop. Bundles of multi-colored flowers filling out the wooden crates and holders. The building itself was a neutral brown, calming and complimenting to the bursts of color surrounding it. Just peeking out behind was a small greenhouse placed in the backyard.
Peasley felt his shoulders relax as they drew closer. 
A Toad with a lilac-colored spotted cap shuffled out of the cozy building. Carrying a watering can with a small bag draped around her shoulder. Getting closer showed some of her spots being a darker shade with winkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth. She flashed a warm smile when she finally spotted them.
“Good morning! What can I help you with today?”
“Good morning,” Lady Lima shuffled closer, “Would you be Ms. Myriostoma?”
“Indeed I am, but you may call me Myrio. I’m assuming you are Mrs. Lima and Peasley? Princess Peach said we had new arrivals to our kingdom and that one of you had a high interest in flowers?”
“That would be my grandson, Peasley.”
Said person was pulled over. Offering a weak smile to the Toad, whose eyes were on him. “Um, yes, good morning.”
“Wonderful to meet you,” Myrio said with her smile seeming to grow, “I figured you’re using today to get used to the kingdom?”
“Um, yes ma’am. It’s very…busy.”
“Not used to big areas?”
“We were farmers before arriving here,” Lady Lima explained, “This is a bit of a shock to the both of us. An unexpected change.”
“What caused the move, if I may ask?”
“Family issues.”
“Ah, say no more. I’m sorry to hear this. Pardon me for prying.”
Peasley swallowed weakly, allowing Lady Lima to continue talking. Who gave a small laugh with a wave of her hand. “Not to worry, it’s natural to be curious. I will ask, Princess Peach did say that you may have a position for my grandson?”
“Oh, of course! I’m getting on in age and I just don’t have the mobility like I used to. Would you be alright with starting tomorrow? Allow yourself a full day to get somewhat adjusted.”
Tongue feeling heavy, Peasley merely nodded.
“My grandson’s not much for talking,” Lady Lima said quickly.
“Nerves will do that to you, never you worry. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning Peasley. For the time being, can I interest you in anything?”
They were soon walking away, Peasley’s arms heavy with a few bouquets. A bag drapped on his arm filled with a few vases.
“I can talk.” Peasley was able to weakly argue back when they were a few blocks away.
“Normally, yes. But you’re in a dangerous situation that none of us want you to be in. If you don’t feel okay with talking, then don’t. It’s okay to be tongue tied with nervousness.”
“But I’m a prince-”
Lady Lima quickly shushed him. Worried eyes darting around before pulling Peasley into a nearby alley. Only speaking when she knew no one would be able to hear them. 
“You are a prince, yes. But that doesn’t mean you’re automatically immune to this massive change. This is scary and you need to learn your limitations. You can’t be a prince right now. You need to just be Peasley.”
With a hard swallow, Peasley merely nodded back. 
Because he didn’t want to admit he didn't know who Peasley was, if not a prince.
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As requested the day before, Peasley arrived to Myrio’s shop before the sun fully rose. The Toad absolutely thrilled as she greeted the prince. Leading Peasley around to show how the shop was to be operated. What flowers needed to be outside and what was kept in the shade of the building. How often to water, when to replant, as well as showing off the garden and greenhouse located in the back. 
It was quaint and comforting. A strange piece of calm given to the nervous prince.
The morning was quiet as they worked. Only a few customers stopped by to pick up their purchases. Saying hello to Myrio and offering a warm greeting to Peasley. It was…peaceful. Surprisingly so after the experience he had the day before.
“Is it always this exciting?” Peasley playfully asked. 
“Actually, no. I’m very thankful for how quiet it is today.” Myrio laughed softly, “A true normal day would be if Lord Bowser attacked us and tried to capture our princess once again.”
That caused Peasley to almost trip over his own feet. “Wait, what? Who’s ‘Lord Bowser’? That’s normal for this kingdom?”
He thought this place was supposed to be safe? Why in the world would his mother send him here?
“Oh goodness, you really live under a rock, don’t you?” There was another round of gentle laugh before Myrio answered, “Bowser is the current acting ruler for the Dark Lands. He also has a very creepy obsession with Princess Peach. I’ve seen a few homes being destroyed and rebuilt over the years.”
“How is this place still standing?”
Peasley’s question was not answered. At least not right away.
Instead, their attention was pulled further down the street where a cry of surprise was heard. Quickly followed by a loud crash and a call of ‘Sorry!’. 
Peasley caught sight of a green piece of fabric, a hat, floating easily through the air. A brief moment of confusion, wondering where  that had come from, crossed his mind before it smacked right into his face. Causing him to drop the watering can in surprise, reaching up for it. 
“Oh goodness! Oh…Luigi!” Myrio’s voice called out with a laugh.
“I’m so sorry!” A new voice called out, sounding very out of breath, “The wind took my hat and I’ve been chasing it for two blocks and- I’m very sorry…”
“I’m not the one who ‘caught’ it.”
At this point, Peasley was able to pull the hat away. A little heated that a garment took him so easily by surprise.
Only for the bitter feeling to disappear when his eyes landed on the newcomer. 
They were human. Rounded ears seen peeking out from beneath ruffled dark brown hair. Skin a pale peachy color with red cheeks, no doubt from the running they had done. A sleek mustache the same color as his hair resting beneath his round nose. Dressed in deep blue overalls with a green shirt, the same shade as the hat.
But what pulled Peasley’s attention the most were the blue eyes. Wide and shining. Peasley couldn’t decide what the color reminded him of more. It was torn between a clear summer sky or of his favorite colored roses.
He wasn't sure how long he’d been gapping. But Peasley was pulled from his trance hearing Myrio.
“I’m very pleased to introduce to you one of our great heroes that keeps our kingdom safe. This is Luigi.”
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bumblesteak · 1 year
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just how tall is Olive? I don't know if it's art inconsistencies but sometimes she's holding normal size books and sometimes she's holding books that are as big as herself? I'd love to know if she's just like human short or size of an actual mouse short
Olive's around 5'1. I just never drew her standing next to anyone 😅
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nerdymemes · 4 months
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dailydogdoodles · 7 months
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;') OOOF -- September was super heckin' busy (in a good way)!!!
I've been so in tune with the release and promotion of my first graphic novel so it's been a little hard to get back into the swing of things but it's another month and another chance to do some dog doodles
:) Hope y'all are doing well--I also know October tends to be a CREATIVE CHALLENGE month with so many variations of Inktober/Drawtober, etc -- and I wish you all the best in your creative pursuits!!! >:) Happy doodling~
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monty-glasses-roxy · 7 months
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Cassie being unexpectedly forklift certified
Certified by the Experts of the Board of Roxy.
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cray-2-the-z · 10 months
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I am sharing this to get out of the following cycle:
1) stare at it
2) frown at it
3) erase a line
4) add another line
5) go back to step one
Ergo, I am letting it go as is.
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As usual, a small sacrifice towards @i-am-thornqueen’s efforts to convert us all into future monsterfuckers.
(aka, all their fault)
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marbled-polecat · 7 months
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Last Line Challenge
Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 
I was tagged by @cacodaemonia a little while ago. Thank youuuu! (I've mostly been doing editing and I cant share any art atm, but I did add a few lines while editing!)
He’s not sure if he wants to touch himself or Fives more. Preferably both at once, if he gets the choice.
Let's seeeeee . . . no pressure tags for everyone! Yes, if you are seeing this I tag YOU!!!!
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breakfastteatime · 1 year
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Comfortember Day 10 - Breakdown
Cere realises Cal's gone wandering when Greez announces dinner's ready, and neither Cal nor BD-1 comes running. Even if Cal had taken a nap, BD would come rushing out to tell them, and Greez would put Cal's food aside to reheat later.
So where are they?
"Outside," Greez tells her as he's dishing up. "Like, right outside. I know the kid's been on Bracca for five years, but someone should tell him he doesn't need to spend his time standing out in the pouring rain now, and that someone's going to be you."
Deciding she didn't particularly want to get soaked, Cere located an umbrella before stepping out into Bogano's soggy evening. The rain is a soft applause over her head as she walks. Cal really hasn't gone far; he's on the edge of the plateau, crouched down by one of the bogling nests. BD's at his side, head on a swivel as he looks around. One of them's alert to danger at least. Cal's...
Crouched low, Cal has slumped forward. Under his hand is a bogling.
One that clearly isn't doing very well.
Cere hurries over. Rain runs down Cal's poncho, his hood pulled up and covering his face.
Doesn't block out the distinct sound of a sniffle.
A sob.
Not ducking her task, Cere calls to him. He jolts, obviously so zoned into what he's doing he neither heard nor sensed her approach. He turns to her, wide eyes staring up dolefully. For a moment, she sees him as a little boy, the same little boy that would’ve stared up at Jaro Tapal with such sorrow when tragedy occurred.
By the Force, he is still so very young.
Cere crouches at his side, keeping the umbrella over her head. She looks down at the bogling, sees it struggle for breath.
The poor thing won't last much longer.
“I don’t know what’s wrong,” Cal says. “He’s not hurt. He’s just dying. I can feel it. His life, slipping away.” He raises a fist to stubbornly scrub at his eyes. “It’s not fair.”
“Nothing is ever fair,” Cere says.
“Why not?” Cal demands with all the immaturity of his youth. “Why does he have to die? Why can’t I save him? Why can’t I ever do anything?”
Under his hand, the bogling stills and settles for the final time. BD-1 confirms the worst with a soft warble. Silent, Cal folds in on himself, shoulders shuddering.
She can’t leave him like this. Cere pulls Cal close, rubbing his back with the hand not holding the umbrella over both of them. “I’m so sorry,” she says. And she means it. She means it with all her soul.
He clings to her until he’s good and ready, pulling back and dipping his head, hand once again darting to his face. If he wants to hide the fact he’s been crying, it’s a lost cause.
“Come on,” Cere says, getting to her feet and hearing a variety of joints pop and click. Even Cal winces at the noise. She holds out a hand to him. “Dinner’s ready and we both need to get changed.”
“I’m not – ”
“Hungry? I know. But you will be.”
On his way back to Cal's shoulder, BD-1 gives a sly comment about hearing somebody’s stomach giving a distinct gurgle only a few minutes ago. It has its desired effect and Cal smiles briefly. He glances back down at the bogling and settles the tiny creature more comfortably. “His family will come for him,” he says, stepping back.
Cere wraps an arm around him, guiding him back to the ship. “You’ll be okay,” she says.
“Yeah,” he says on a shaky breath. “I know.” He leans into her briefly, a funny sideways hug. “Thanks, Cere.”
“Always.”
Back aboard, Greez makes a big song and dance about dry clothing and clean hands. Cal and BD disappear first. Cere takes a moment to leave her umbrella over the terrarium, the rainwater dripping over the soil.
“Kid okay?” Greez asks.
“He will be,” Cere says.
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Sometimes I *hate* being obsessed with fashion and aesthetic when it comes to artworking!
Because I can spend HOURS down the bunny hole of looking for inspiration for the vibes I want to go for a character's whole personality, HOURS trying to come up with a concept that would be defining AND pleasant to view (and why not, practical and as well era appropriate but at least in a fantasy setting that's the least of my concern ).
AND THEN.
My Bitchy Brain™ looks at me and says "NO WRITING TODAY, BITCH?"
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BUT WAIT.
There is a reason for it!
You see, when I write, when I plan, I need to have all the information I need at my disposal, and this includes how all my original characters look like, otherwise I am literally blind. Literally walking in the dark.
So yeah, while fashion is most definitely a passion of mine, there is also a practical reason as to why I *need* to research for it.
I virtually cannot see what the scene would be if I don't have a clear representation of how they look, and that's a reason why I spend sometimes a long time finding the design that will be seared in my mind and will be the one that I see when I imagine and brainstorm!
SO YEAH.
Those trips down the bunny hole are kinda necessary lolol
(also I found the perfect vibe for Luscinia's and Ardyn's dress for the arranged wedding, and omg I am living for it.)
ANYWAY.
Now, if you will excuse me, I sense a cup of strong coffee with my name on it, and I am in dire need it!
*RUNS TO GET THE FUEL FOR MORE SHENANIGANS*
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demisescurse · 2 years
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Character Introduction of Vaalni
Some (old) notes:
- height: 5'3; age: 18 years old
- has a part of the Triforce on the back of his right hand (power), keeps it hidden
- has not awakened yet; doesn't remember his past lives (Vaati, ...)
- his actual family left him in a forest as a newborn after seeing the Triforce of power on his hand; Ezelo found him
- lives with his guardian Ezelo deep in the forest (Ezelo tries to keep him safe and hidden because of Vaalni's piece of the Triforce and because he feels he has failed as a mentor in their past lives)
- desires knowledge, loves reading
- despite not being allowed to enter the town (Ezelo's rule), he often sneaks out to visit the kingdom's vast library
- carries around a journal to note down anything he deems interesting
- best friends with Lin since childhood
- seems ignorant but actually cares a lot
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