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oh-hell-help-me · 10 months

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July 10: Teddy Bear Picnic Day

Growing up, Bowser had a Teddy Bear he referred to as Sergeant Claw.

In lieu of confronting nighttime fears with a candle or flashlight, he posted Sgt. Claw at the headboard of his bed to watch for intruders.

Under his watch, Bowser slept soundly and refused to sleep otherwise if he had misplaced his loyal Sgt.

As he grew out of toys, his Claw was delegated to guarding a shelf in his closet, and was mostly confiscating dust bunnies more than intruders.

And then Junior was born.

It was a decision that felt right, to give him his old Teddy Bear (after getting him cleaned, of course).

And with the rest of his kids in the picture, he ended up acquiring them their own Teddy Bears.

Yeah, it took him a few years to find the right ones, since his attempts at knitting them were… not to his standard.

So, some time after he had already finished his mission by finding Larry a blue star-covered bear, he realized that he might have influenced his kids more than he thought.

For one, the Teddy Bears have become The Claw Squad (official name still pending) with the Koopalings appointing their bears in various positions.

He knew Wendy and Morton have taken to having the their toys (Shellsea and Sugar) be their advisors- i.e. someone to listen about their day to day activities.

Bowser also knew that Junior took after him in having Sgt. Claw as a personal Night Watcher, and that Ludwig will sometimes have P. Spector as a musical consult (even though he would deny it).

Compared to Private Lion, who Lemmy has placed as his guard for his growing stash of bouncy balls, or Walter, who Roy has taken to teaching him to cook, Major Ursa seemed to have it easiest by simply watching Larry’s favorite TV shows with him.

Overall, a sign of his awesome decision-making skills.

When Luigi came into their lives, his introduction to their Teddy Bears was usually by passing mentions of their names, or extensive background explanations by his chattier kids.

His husband took it in stride, of course, usually introducing himself to them all formal-like unless told otherwise.

Luigi would sometimes even take the time to ask after the kids' Teddys, such as if Sugar finally found the missing cookie stash, or if Private Lion recovered from his mishap with a particularly sharp table corner.

He even took to singing a lullaby about a Teddy Bear’s picnic every night- a rising favorite for the kids as they are tucked in with their respective Teddys.

It was all those little things that made Bowser fall for him all the more.

But, one day, Junior asked a question that opened the floodgates.

“Where’s your Teddy Bear, mama?”

“Oh.” And he will remember the way he was so nonchalant about it. “I never had one-“

Though Bowser hadn’t expected the explosive cries of shock and horror interrupting him.

“Never HAD ONE?!”

“But what about intruders, surely-“

“There’s no way you slept well- oh Grambi-”

“Wait- does that mean you didn’t have your own advisor?”

And Junior’s response was the loudest. “THIS WILL NOT STAND!”

And of course the rest of them followed suit in repeating this, lunging as one to tug Luigi along to- to-

“Where are you kids going!?”

“TO THE STORE!”

And Bowser remembers standing there in the playroom, gobsmacked.

(He couldn’t say if it was because they actually agreed on something with minimal fuss, or that it was Ludwig who shouted at him.)

…

When Luigi came back with the kids, he was carrying a simple brown Teddy Bear with green overalls- obviously love-worn and with a button missing.

“I thought you guys took him to a store?” Not that his selection was bad per se, but it seemed weird that his Teddy Bear wasn’t something new.

“We did!”

“But we couldn’t find the right one!”

“And we tried finding other stores-“

“But mama wandered away-“

“And we found him on a bookshelf!”

“Oh?” And he remembers crouching down, eye level with his husband as he gently poked at the buttonless side of the Teddy’s overalls. “And does he have a name yet?

“Mhm!” And Luigi seemed content, squeezing the Bear against him as he looks back at him with mirth. “I think it’s fitting to call him Corduroy.”

“Cause of his overalls?”

“And other things.”

“Well." He looks behind his husband, and isn't a bit surprised to see a mix of pride and relief from the kids. "What happens now?”

"Hmm." And Luigi seems to already know, sliding him a teasing glance before aiming a smile at their audience. “...maybe a picnic?”

“A PICNIC?!”

“Picnic, picnic, picnic-“

“ALRIGHT!" And Bowser just knew he needed to establish order- at least to an extent when it comes to their kids. "We can do it first thing tomorrow!"

And they did.

And -long after the picnic- when Bowser saw Luigi be particularly cuddly with his new Teddy, he would end up scooping his cute husband up and giving him a cuddle as well.

After all, Junior still had his first Teddy Bear.

#bowuigi #NATIONAL HOLIDAY #inspired by #Open Season #that Bing Crosby song #and multiple references #that I can't recite #also #AO3 is down #but we're still here vibing so #here to tide you over!#pretend Teddy Bears exist here #even though Roosevelt originated from another reality #also possible narrative clunk

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tidestridened · 5 months

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doodle page + markiplier facecam

#declan suzanne #blaseball #arcane jinx #noelle holiday #rosalina #tide lambert #object vortex #splatoon oc #im not tagging for the luffy #i dont even watch one piece

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fleckficgirl · 1 year

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Arthur Under the Mistletoe 🎄

Summary: You throw a party on Christmas Eve that doesn’t go as planned...but in the very best of ways. Extremely fluffy oneshot and the title speaks for itself :)

Warnings: mental illness

Word Count: 2087

Notes: I was inspired by @jokerownsmysoul‘s recent post about who she’d kiss under the mistletoe. Obviously, I’m choosing Arthur Fleck as well! Be sure to listen along to the Christmas album hyperlinked in the story, too. Hope you enjoy ❤️❤️

“This is a disaster!” you wailed. “Why did I think anyone would ever come to my party?”

Your tear-filled eyes finally overflowed and you buried your face in your hands.

You realized what a sight you must be: young woman in a sparkly pink party dress and white heels, sitting in her own empty apartment, crying unconsolably...and on Christmas Eve, no less.

Throwing this party was an idea you’d discussed with your therapist a couple weeks prior. You hadn’t thrown a party since childhood, but the idea had sparked your imagination. Deciding you were going to be more outgoing and invite people over for the first time since you moved to Gotham six months ago had gotten your creative juices flowing.

You'd invited everyone on the eighth floor, including some of the neighbors downstairs you'd chatted with a couple of times. Now you laughed ruefully at yourself for having gotten so excited about decorating the apartment, planning a menu, music and games....only to be stood up by everyone at your own party.

This gathering was supposed to make you feel less alone. But now you felt more lonely than ever.

You glanced around your festive living room and kitchen. You’d decorated the walls with Christmas garland. A Jolly Christmas from Frank Sinatra was playing on the record player. A full bowl of punch sat in a large, untouched crystal bowl on the coffee table, along with cookies, cake, chips and finger sandwiches.

And mistletoe. You’d bought mistletoe and placed it over the front door. You’d also gotten dressed up and put makeup on (which wasn’t the easiest thing to do when dealing with depression). But the party had been set to start at seven and it was now a quarter past eight. The writing was on the wall: no one was coming.

You stood up from the sofa, figuring it was time to start cleaning up. Dejectedly, you made your way over to the record player and turned it off, knowing the joyful, nostalgic tunes would only depress you further.

A small knock at the door made you jump out of your skin. You froze. Had you actually heard that, or was it your imagination? Afraid of what might be on the other side, you tiptoed to the door and peered through the peephole.

Was that....Arthur Fleck? From 8J down the hall?

You'd run into him a couple of times in the elevator, but only spoken once, during the garbage strike earlier that year. He was shy and sweet. And beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that you’d gotten completely tongue tied around him...had found yourself blathering some incoherent nonsense about how pretending that the streets smelled like pine needles - your favorite scent - was the only thing keeping you sane through the strike.

Deep in the back of your mind you'd hoped he would show up tonight. You wiped the tears from your eyes - not wanting him to see you see you upset - and opened the door.

The sight of him now almost made your heart leap into your throat, and you had to remind yourself to breathe. Arthur was wearing a crisp blue cardigan, and his beautiful brown hair was combed back in loose curls. He’d dressed up for the party and looked even more handsome than you’d remembered.

“Hi, Arthur,” you squeaked.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” Arthur held up a small wrapped gift with a bow on it. “Sorry I’m late. I had a gig that ended at seven and raced back over here to change first.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you replied, letting him inside. “You’re...actually the only one who showed up.”

Arthur stepped into your living room and spun around, surprised. “I’m the only one here?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, trying not to break into tears again. “So if you don’t wanna stick around, I understand.”

“But everything looks so beautiful.” Arthur pointed at the garland on the walls. “And you look...especially nice tonight.” He stepped over to the record player. “I love this album. Do you mind if I put it on?”

You sniffed. “Wait...you mean...you wanna stay?”

“Only if you don’t mind having me.”

You shook your head. You were still reeling with disappointment - this wasn’t at all the party you’d imagined - but you were grateful that at least one person had showed up. Even more grateful that that person was Arthur.

“Please stay,” you responded, a small smile spreading over your face. “I’d love it if you stayed.”

Arthur beamed and turned the record player back on.

“Can I get you some punch?” you offered, moving towards the coffee table.

“Sure!” His eyes lit up, almost glittering. “Except, if it has alcohol in it I really shouldn't mix that with my medications...”

“Nope, alcohol-free,” you smiled as you poured him a glass. “And feel free to help yourself to any of the snacks.”

Arthur took the glass from you and sat next to you on the sofa. “What made you want to throw a Christmas party?”

“Well,” you mulled the question over. “I've been feeling kinda down...kinda lonely. I have some...problems with depression.”

“I know what that feels like,” Arthur said. “To feel lonely, I mean. And sad.”

“I can get extra sad around the holidays,” you continued. “And I couldn’t fly home to see my family this year. So I thought...maybe I could invite people over. Maybe I’m not the only one who has a hard time at Christmas.”

"Well I’m glad you threw the party. And I'm really glad you invited me,” Arthur smiled, shyly placing his hand over yours. "When I got your invitation, I knew there was no way I'd miss it.”

“Well, I’m sorry it’s not much of a party,” you lamented. “I guess it's official: all my neighbors hate me. Except you.”

“They don't hate you,” Arthur countered. “They probably just had other plans.”

You paused, taking a thoughtful sip of punch. “You're right,” you nodded. “That's black and white thinking. My therapist tells me I tend to do that. Just because they didn't show up tonight doesn't mean they hate me.”

“You see a therapist?” Arthur cocked his head to one side. “So do I. But all she ever asks me is if I’ve been having any negative thoughts.”

“All I have are negative thoughts!” you joked. Arthur laughed.

“Do you want to open your gift?” he asked. “You don’t have to,” he added quickly. “I read in an etiquette book I got from the library that you're not supposed to open gifts in front of other guests at a party.”

“Well, seeing as how there are no other guests!” you quipped before pausing to raise a sly eyebrow at him. “You checked an etiquette book out from the library?”

“Yeah,” Arthur smoothed back his hair self-consciously. “Well...a party etiquette book. The truth is, I've never been invited to a Christmas party before. Or any parties, really. I wanted to make sure I didn't mess anything up.”

Giddy at the thought of him sweetly taking the time to research how to behave at your party, you pulled his small gift off the coffee table and held it in both hands. The wrapping was a candy cane pattern and the bow was a simple green shiny ribbon. In that moment you felt that you'd never seen anything so beautiful in your life.

“You wrapped this yourself?”

“Yeah,” he replied sheepishly. “I’m not that good at wrapping, but...I hope you like it.”

“I love it!” you blurted.

“You don’t even know what it is yet!” Arthur laughed.

Carefully, you peeled away the scotch tape on the side and tore back the wrapping to reveal a small, green candle. Snow-Covered Pines, the label read.

“I remembered that one time you and I talked in the elevator. You said you liked the scent. Anyway, I saw it at the drugstore and...I thought of you.”

“You remembered that?” Your heart fluttered, feeling embarrassed by the memory all over again, but also touched. “Thank you, Arthur. I love it so much.”

Arthur was an extremely easy person to talk to. Conversation with others wasn’t something that always came naturally to you, but with him it felt effortless. The next time you glanced back up at the clock, you were shocked to see it was almost ten.

“Should I put on another record?” Arthur offered as the last song on the Frank Sinatra album spun to an end.

“Sure!”

Arthur stood up. “You have all the greats here,” he hummed as he mused over your record collection. He selected Nat King Cole’s Christmas album, carefully placing the record onto the turntable before sliding Frank's back into its sleeve.

“This is my favorite Christmas song!” you clasped your hand to your chest as the familiar notes of the first song poured over your ears.

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...

“Mine too,” Arthur paused, looking shy.

“We have a lot in common, Arthur,” you beamed.

“Did you...did you want to dance?” he asked in a soft voice. “With me?”

You felt your heart start to pound again. “Yes...” you answered. “Except I’m really bad at it. I might step on your feet.”

“Well,” Arthur said. “There’s no one here to see you be bad at it. Except me.”

He extended his hand and helped you up off the sofa, pulling you in close as you moved around your living room together.

“Wow, Arthur,” you murmured after a moment, surprised at the grace in his movements. “You’re a really good dancer.”

“I know,” he said with mock overconfidence. You laughed and swatted his shoulder. He dipped you. The song ended, but he didn’t let you go. You never wanted him to, wishing this night - the same evening you’d been so eager to forget just a couple hours earlier - would never come to an end.

“Hey,” Arthur hummed softly after you’d danced a few more songs. “I'm having a great time...but I should really get back to my mother. I’ve gotta help her get ready for bed.”

You paused, disappointed to see him go, but more than happy that things had turned out exactly as they had tonight.

“I had a really wonderful evening, Y/N. I'm glad I got the chance to talk to you.”

“Me too,” you replied. “If everyone else had shown up, I don't know if you and I would have gotten to talk as much as we did.”

You walked Arthur to the front door. He stopped and turned to face you once more. You paused before moving to open the door for him.

“Hey, Arthur,” you said in a small voice. “It looks like we're standing under the mistletoe.”

Arthur blinked and looked up. "Oh," he swallowed, a blush spreading across his face.

“Did your book say what people are supposed to do when they’re under the mistletoe together?”

Arthur nodded, throwing his eyes to the floor. “Yeah," he said, “they’re supposed to kiss each other.”

“Are you gonna kiss me, Arthur?”

“I'd like to...” he hummed. “But only...only if you want me to.”

“I want you to."

He was shy at first, trembling slightly as he brought his lips to yours. But once you were united in the embrace, the both of you seemed to relax. His arms wrapped around you, his hand moving to delicately cup the side of your face. Arthur’s lips were even softer than you had fantasized. His skin was warm, his cologne flooded your senses.

“Merry Christmas, Arthur,” you blushed as the two of you came apart. Your mind was spinning and you felt weak in the knees.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” His eyes were closed, slowly fluttering open as he took your hands into his.

"Maybe....maybe after your mom goes to bed, you could come back and...we could watch The Murray Franklin Show on TV together."

Arthur stared back at you. “You watch the Murray Franklin show?” he asked, eyes wide and incredulous. “I’ve been watching him for years.”

“So have I. It's his Christmas special tonight, you know.”

“I’d love to watch the holiday special with you.” Arthur’s eyes sparkled. "I'll come back after I finish up at home and we can watch it together.”

You opened the door for him, lingering in the doorway as he stepped into the hall.

"Oh, and...Arthur?"

"Yes?" he paused, turning to face you.

“Thank you.”

Arthur smiled. "What for?"

"For making my Christmas so special."

Notes: Wishing you a safe & happy holiday season. Thanks so much for reading ❤️❤️

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necroneol · 4 months

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TW SA AND ABVSE MENTION

okay hi, i know this is unusual for this account but i just wanted to put something out there. apparently my stuff is going around on the fake disorder cringe reddit which is..well. it is what it is. i just want to say some things.

if you have a problem with me grow up and say it to my face. hiding behind reddit is pathetic. i have said it a million times before but what you see here is a mere fraction of my life and my experiences. some people on reddit were saying that my idea of “abvsive” is most likely me just whining because i have to do chores. and ill say that im sorry for you, and i feel for you. you sound very lonely and hateful and sad and isolated. i hope you can find something better. truly. i will never understand how people see content online and assume they know some hidden truth, like theyre the only one who can see through the lie.

you want the truth? the truth is that i Do whine when i have to do chores. and i cry when my mother takes away my food as punishment. and i close my eyes and take it when she hurts me. i do what im told because i know what happens if i dont. i keep my secrets inside, and i keep my mouth shut, not because i want to, but because i have to. because every single time i even attempted to tell my mother about any of the sxual azzaults i endured, half of which were perpetrated by my own family members, she told me i was so ugly that no one would want to touch me like that, so i must be making it up.

so yeah. i whine when i have to empty the dishwasher for the third time in one day when there are at least 4 other people in the household capable of emptying a damn dishwasher.

i am lucky enough to have these moments of normal, every day disappointment and frustration. i am lucky enough to have time in between to complain about doing the dishes. you are lucky if you have the time to put strangers down behind the safety of anonymity for no reason other than you can and youre bored.

my life is real. just because you cant fathom it doesn’t mean it’s fake. my diagnosis is real. i am real. find a better hobby and learn how to love yourself.

thanks so much to anyone reading and to everyone who’s supported me so far. i finally have hope in my life. i am forever grateful and i hope these insecure people can find some hope of their own one day. we all deserve it.

happy holidays and merry christmas!

#tw #probably shouldbt react ar all but come on. during the holidays?#you guys are supposed to be spreading love and good tidings not fake claiming people on yhe internet #dont be a loser.

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hekateinhell · 4 months

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#vcficfriday! ♥️

here's some fics I've recently read and reread that I loved and if you follow me and like my tastes, I think you will too! 🥹

Eia Mater, fons amoris by Liaeling

Chapters: 2/29 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Armand/Lestat de Lioncourt Summary: “In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.” A tear ran down her cheek. “Forgive me Father—no, forgive me Mother—for I have sinned. And yet… Loving her was worth it.”

omg okay even if this fic wasn't a birthday gift for me, I WOULD STILL BE YELLING ABOUT IT 🥹 like umm hello? lestat/armand AU, lesbians, religious motifs, scandalous relationships!!! 🫢 this is where I LIVE and I'm so excited to see where it goes because my god the opening is so dramatic!!! MY GIRLS!!!!

Cauda Pavonis by @monstersinthecosmos

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Armand/Marius de Romanus/Bianca Solderini Summary: A few months ago, this would have been different.

ugh I love kacy's fics so much because they slot so perfectly into canon and really capture the anne rice monsterfucking vibe to perfection! the nuances of a threesome dynamic can be so tricky to navigate (at least for me) but of course it works effortlessly here 🥰 and just- amadeo genderfuckery! bianca getting the pleasure she deserves! marius doing what he does best! 🥵

you come in so hard (gore me through the heart) by Anonymous

Chapters: 3/? Rating: Explicit Relationships: Armand/Marius de Romanus Series: Part 2 of the velvet of cold flesh Summary: “There were no records or tales of any blood drinkers siring children, one of the many prices of immortality, or so it seemed. But there was no mistaking the smell, if the pup were not his own he would be able to smell it, and it would not be driving him out of his mind to leave him at every sunrise to return to his sarcophagus.

To leave them both.”

or, the one in which Marius is no longer a creature who can bring only death, much to the surprise of himself and Amadeo.

ahhhhhhh it's no secret I love a good pregnancy/baby trope (idc how we get there, I just wanna see it) and this one fits the bill beautifully!!! 🥹 I love how much world building is going into making omegaverse work with vampires, and I love even more that it's set in venice era and we get amadeo's relationships with bianca and riccardo too I'M SO SOFT FOR THEM ❤️

anyway hope you all have a good weekend and get to relax and read something fun! xoxo

#to tide you over for the last week before we swing into the holidays!!!!!#make a fic writer's day don't forget to leave some love in the comments!! 🥰🥰🥰#as always feel free to rb and/or make your own vcficfriday list!!!#vcficfriday #armand/lestat #armand/marius #armand/marius/bianca #armand #lestat de lioncourt #marius de romanus #bianca solderini #vc fic #the vampire chronicles

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