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keylovesstuff · 10 months

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Lost and Found

Mario fandom, may I humbly offer my first contribution lol. A Peach fanfic cause I can't get my mind off this gal. A little idea that's been crawling in my brain for a while, and I finally sat myself down in front of a word doc to just write it up. So, takes place in the movie-verse until the point in the flashback where baby peach encounters the toads and just a tad bit after that.

The small blonde walked through the now abandoned town in search of just anyone at this point. Stores that were once filled with shoppers looking to purchase a variety of different things while workers assisted were now empty. The playground where she'd play and laugh with girls and boys of all ages was now filled with silence. Home, where she had awoken from a nap alone for the first time ever, was missing her mom and dad. The door was left wide open as she scrambled off the couch making a grab for her purple blanket and tying around her neck. With pink shoes now on the best way her parents showed her how to and pacifier in hand she was out the house. What started out as a fun game of hide and seek in the young child's mind, began to grow into worry as the sky went from a beautiful light blue to a bright orange.

"Mommy? Daddy? Hello" The child once again called out, peering around yet another aisle inside yet another building. The three-year old made sure that no area was left unsearched even if that meant stacking items on top of each other to reach door handles. For the tenth time in her mind, she was met with no response.

Small blue eyes began to fill up with tears as she felt her heart break in two. Sniffling, she Reached up to her cheeks to wipe away the wetness and reached inside her skirt pocket for her pacifier. It wasn't much but it did bring her some comfort as it always would. Vaguely she could hear her father telling her mother how she was getting too old for it and should have been weaned off of it ages ago. A small smile would appear on her mother's face while she cooked up a meal in the kitchen laughing as she would always promise to start the process next week only to not follow through. With another failed search in locating anyone, the girl left the store feeling exhausted mentally and physically. Little legs aching for a break after walking for what seemed like forever she finally gave in, sitting on the ground and leaning against the brick wall of the store.

Taking the blanket from around her neck she covered her body and closed her eyes. The child's mind finally embraced the negative thoughts that started to itch at her brain after the fifth place she looked.

No, there will be no one at the next place you go.

No matter how loud you call out, no one will answer back.

Yes you are alone and will never see anyone again.

With the last of her hope dissolving, she succumbed to sleep and let the last of her tears fall.

The cold breeze awoke her from her slumber this time, having shifted from her original sitting to lying on her side sometime in her sleep causing the blanket to slide off. Shivering slightly she wrapped the blanket as tightly around her as she could to feel warm. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she realized that the sky was now a dark blue and the only light came from the moon and the many of the stars in the sky. A memory of sitting in her dads lap with her mom on his side pointing out the stars on a grassy field to them flashed before her eyes. They began to fill up with salty water after removing her sight from the sky to look across the street when something strange caught her eye. Floating and staring was a pink pudgy starry figure that she only ever saw in the picture books her parents read to her during bedtime. Sitting up she stared right back into the creature's black eyes as she tried to recall the name the stories gave it.

"A Duma?" She took her pacifier out and voiced aloud as its name finally came to mind. It made a sound in a language that probably no one would understand. The Luma beckoned with its entire body to follow and started off down the street. Puzzled for a moment to process things she shook her head standing up and frantically cried out "Wait, please don't go" she grabbed her blanket once again placed it around her neck and pocketed her pacifier before taking off in the direction it went.

The Luma led her to the forest that every adult, be it their families or not in the town warned every child that could walk not to enter. As it went ahead, the little girl came to a complete stop where the town ended and the forest started hesitating to cross. Sensing that she was no longer following, the Luma also came to a stop and turned to face her, repeating the beckoning gesture from before.

"Duma, I'm not supposed to go in there." She explained with a soft voice pointing a finger at the forest that is full of unknown secrets. "I'll get in trouble if someone sees me-" that last word barely escaped her mouth before she promptly closed it, bringing her previous hand to cover her mouth.

The thoughts from earlier crept back into her mind, repeating the phrases she tried hard to ignore throughout the day. This time though a new thought came to her mind. What if everyone went into the forest and was just waiting for her to join them? A new hope filled up in her chest and she looked at the Luma with a newfound determination and courage.

"Ok I'll follow you, but you gotta promise that there's anyone there" She told the creature and it responded with the same unknown sound.

"Alright let's go then" she let out a small giggle before looking at her feet one by one as they crossed into the beginning of the forest. The girl turned to take in one final look at the empty and stared for a moment before following the Luma further in.

The two figures ventured in silence for a little while longer. The blonde child only stopped every few feet to glance around and up ahead for any sign of a familiar figure. The Luma came to a stop first and the girl bumped into its body several seconds after being distracted.

"Hey why did we-" she started to ask but could not continue the rest of her question as she took in her new surroundings. The luma had led them to an area with a stony ground surrounded by huge pillars. What had caught her eye the most was the green object built in between the two pillars as it glowed a white light in the middle. "Wow" was the only word she could bring herself to voice.

The girl suddenly had a feeling that whatever was inside the pipe was calling to her as she started to walk forward only to be stopped by the Luma placing its body against her to keep her in place. The Luma floated lower to the ground and it took the child a few moments to figure that it must have wanted her to sit down. Sitting on the ground she crossed her legs and placed her hands in between them facing the green object. With more than decent patience for a child her age, she started squirming in place the longer they sat there the more she wanted to just get up and go into the mysterious object. From fiddling with the blanket around her body to messing with the object in her pocket to tapping her fingers against her legs, all of that could only distract her but so much from not focusing on the light. What if everyone was waiting for her on the other side and she was holding them up by waiting here? As soon as that thought entered her mind she got up and tried to make a dash as quick as her little legs could go.

All she could process was the sound of the Luma making a noise behind her and bumping into something the next moment before landing on her bottom. Rubbing her head she looked up to what had caused her to fall and what she saw took her by complete surprise left her speechless.A light blonde haired women with a bang covering one eye wearing a crown in a beautiful blue dress was levitating slightly above the ground and holding a star wand appeared in front of her with a smile. While she never knew everyone in the town, she was certain she would remember a person that could float. The question 'who are you' was on the tip of her tongue but she couldn't bring herself to voice it aloud, It didn’t take much longer for the women above her to speak.

“Hello there little one, It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She kindly greeted the child who still stared at with a confused expression in her eyes and mouth agape in question.

“You have gone through so much in such a short amount of time. Allow me to heal your mind.” With that said, she lowered the wand to the child's head. It began to glow as all the negative thoughts and memories left.

On one hand it felt as though nothing could hold the child back from embracing any and everything that would come her way. On the other hand it felt as though two important people disappeared and she couldn’t recall who they were or if they ever existed in the first place. The woman removed her wand when she was satisfied with her magic. The girl continued to look on with wide eyes.

“You are going to do so many amazing things and inspire so many in your future.” The woman started to say to the child who looked on with wonder filled eyes.

“You will meet allies and foes alike. There will be many challenges you’ll have to face but you will get through them with your bravery. I have already seen it.” She assured and moved to the side to reveal the glowing green object once more.

“Go on in, They are waiting for you on the other side. Guide and Protect them. Show them what a respectable and kind leader you can be. Our paths will cross again one day” With that final promise the woman started to vanish before the girl's eyes.

When the figure faded away completely she was once again alone and had so many questions. What did all of it mean? Was everything the women said was true? Who will she meet on the other side? That last question would be answered sooner rather than later as she could finally enter the thing that was pulling her in. While she was mostly ready to take that step, there was a small part of her that was fearful of the unknown. Reaching in her pocket once more she grabbed her pacifier and put it in her mouth to feel that comfort, before taking in a small breath and stepping in. Finding herself flowing aimlessly through this portal, she took in the colors some of which she had never seen before. Despite floating in midair she felt calm and just let the current take her to its predetermined destination. Up ahead she saw another round green object similar to the one in the stoned area, The current around her started to slow down in preparation to enter the pipe again.

The girl was finally able to stand up and walk on her own two feet the rest of the way. Clutching her hands she took in the environment around her as the exit came closer she placed her hand on the green object to hold her balance as she took a step down. Taking this time to look in front of her she noticed that these rainbowed people dressed in identical clothing and were slightly taller than herself but they had this warm and inviting presence about them that made approaching them much easier so she did. The creatures also approached her but with slightly more caution in their step following the green person who was leading the other two bent down in front of her with a smile. The woman's words of being ‘a kind person’ ringed in the back of her mind. So she did what she thought was the nicest thing and took out her cherished pacifier and stuck it in the creature's mouth who looked on in confusion. Giggling she jumped up wrapping her arms around its shoulders immediately feeling safe and secure as this person also embraced her holding her up.

“Told you that you had a way with kids” came a teasing voice from behind. “Ow what I say?” the yellow person rubbed its arm and stared offendedly at the other person that whacked him moments prior.

“Now’s not the time for jokes, you dummy this is serious.” the red one scolded the other. “Some strange person just came out of the pipe after it's been glowing all day. It could be here to kill us.” It tried to get the other to understand their point of view. “You better take that thing out of your mouth TG, it could be poisonous” he suggested to the green guy. The yellow one scoffed out a ‘really dude c’mon’ under its breath.

“Mmm” TG mouthed before shifting the child's body weight onto one side of its body removing the pacifier and sticking it back into her mouth. “Well it does just seem like an innocent baby, but better safe than sorry. Let’s head to Toadsworth. He could probably tell us what you are. Yes he can” he gave the blonde's belly a tickle drawing out that giggle from earlier.

“No, don't make friends with it, we aren't sure of its motives yet” The red one tried again with no avail as it began to lead the way back to the others with the other two trailing behind.

“I like the moon, it's pretty” was the first sentence the child said out loud as she pointed at the object in the sky as they all hiked back.

“Wow you do?” TG engaged with her as she nodded eagerly. “I do too, it's very pretty on nights like these” he agreed with her. Several minutes of this went on where she pointed out things she likes and he would talk with her. At one point even the yellow guy hopped into the conversation much to the annoyance of the red person.

“Hey, what are you?” she asked tapping TG’s shoulder to get his attention.

“What am I? Oh well I’m what's called a Toad. Can you say that? Toad” he mouthed it out loud to her slowly and they both repeated it several times.

“I like Toad, they're nice,” she said, nuzzling her face closer into TGs neck and wrapping her arms around him tighter. Before he could return the compliment the red toad spoke up.

“We’re here guys, let's go.” He knocked on the door three times before a brown spotted Toad with a brown mustache and red bowtie appeared in the doorway. “Something finally came out the pipe that we’ve been keeping an eye on all day. It appears to be a baby of some kind” he added as the three of them were ushered inside.

Toadsworth offered them tea as they all began to gather around the small table. The child continued clutching onto the green toad and only glanced every now and again at the mustached gentleman. The four of them conversed over tea gathering new information from the elder Toad. They first found out its gender which was revealed to them as a female and that she belonged to one of the species called humans, though with there being many galaxies and regions they could reside in, the probability in pinpointing the exact place of origin she was from would be a challenge even a guy as smart as him couldn’t figure out. They also came to the conclusion that based on how she interacted with the environment that she was on par with the toad children starting school. The red toad finally stopped giving the child a look of suspicion and after the third round of tea the host directed the conversation towards the blonde girl reaching for the kettle in the middle of the table.

“Oh how rude of me. Please accept my sincerest apologies my dear.” Toadsworth quickly got out of his seat heading over to the cabinet to grab another cup. “A gentleman must always offer a lady a drink.” He started to pour her a cup of tea before the green toad interrupted

“I think she might be a little too young for tea or anything with caffeine for that matter, Toadsworth sir.” he said, motioning his head to the child who now had her own seat.

“You are quite right, The youth these days mustn't get used to relying on stuff like this.” Toadsworth chuckled and went over to the fridge to see what refreshments he had in there. “Oh yes I just received a carton of milk from the meadows this morning. Would you like that m’lady?” In response he got an excited round of applause from the child.

Toadsworth offered to take care of the child for the remainder of the night and start some research in the morning for which planet she could be from and if needed within the next couple of days or weeks put together a group of toads to get this kid back home to her parents. He prepared her for bed first and then went through his nighttime routine which included grabbing a snack for bed, tonight being a fresh bowl of sliced peaches. The girl sat on the bed flipping through a picture book he gave her.

“Well my dear I’m terribly sorry for just now realizing this” He apologized, placing the bowl on the nightstand next to the bed she looked up from the book first to the food and then to him. “My fellow comrades or I failed to ask you your name. So what are you called?” he asked and she stared at him for a few moments before she opened her mouth.

“I want the Peach” she pointed to the bowl that was on the nightstand behind him causing him to reach for the bowl and present it in front of her, smiling when she reached out and grabbed a couple slices.

“Ok now back to important matters.” he cleared his throat into his fist. “What would you like us to call you for the time that you reside with us?” He tried again to get her to focus on what he was asking.

“I like Peach” She said with a smile after finishing the last bite flashing him a toothy smile and he stared at her thoughtfully for a moment.

“Alright I shall call you Lady Peach when you’re in my presence and make sure everyone calls you that as well” He told her and assumed she’d probably have a different answer to the question by tomorrow or the next couple of days.

#Super mario bros. movie #Super Mario #Princess Peach #First fic in forever I'm posting without having it beta read #Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments or tags #Also I'm so ok if you want to leave any form on constructive criticism if you'd so choose. I know there's still things I need to work on lo #I will try to get this posted on both my ao3 and fanfic net for people who like to read there by tomorrow and reblog it with those links #Oh gosh I'm just stalling in the tags now hyping myself up to hit post lmao #Thanks for taking time to read I hope you all enjoy it I had a very nice time writing this

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kindlythevoid · 20 days

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So say, hypothetically, I have this fic, right? And I've been working on it forever. And I told the people that the official part two would be up sometime in March/April-ish. And we are now well into May. And say, again, hypothetically, that I have about 6-7 chapters finished, out of a planned twenty/twenty-one/twenty-two.

#rewind series #bbc merlin #just yelling into the void #halp #writeblr #fanfiction #reblog for sample size #or you know #so that the ppl who actually read my fic can vote #that'd also be great #yell at me in the reblogs/tags/comments if you'd like #I'll simply wait for the poll to finish to look at the results #they will not be skewed on my account #But yeah I’d start posting when the current chapter I’m on is finished #Also I know I need to do Jonny boy’s insta #Just been busy and away from the computer :/#in the meantime ~vote~ :D <3

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demonmary · 1 year

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taking careful aim (a teenage mary fic)

Connecting with other girls had always been hard, at least for Mary. Ever since she snuck her father’s salt-packed shotgun shells into the pockets of her backpack for kindergarten show-and-tell, she had been marked as some sort of social outcast. Mary had learned to hide parts of herself before she could even identify which parts those were.

And then there was Frances.

Mary first saw her a few months before they would officially meet. It was nothing but a chance encounter, just a brief moment at the laundromat with Mary passing the wall-sized windows with a rush in her step, only slowing once time did when they caught sight of each other.

Mary locked eyes with a rugged-looking girl with cropped dark hair and even darker eye makeup. They both stared, Mary getting embarrassed and looking away when the other girl didn’t, so she quickly resumed her hurried steps.

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In such a small town, just a few blocks from home, Mary didn’t often see people she didn’t know, and she really didn’t see people like that.

Mary met Frances - properly met her - on the first day of their junior year. Mary remembered thinking that the other girl could be mistaken for a boy if it weren’t for the way she smudged out her eyeliner and the deep red pigment she had imperfectly swiped over her lips.

It was only a few weeks later that Mary found out Frances (or Frankie. She prefers Frankie.) would have enjoyed that confusion.

Mary didn’t want to like Frankie. The girl made her uncomfortable, made her think too hard about her own girlhood, made her address parts of herself that she’d worked hard to shove away.

Mary did like Frankie though; she liked how the girl wore chunky boots even though she was tall enough without the added height. She liked how Frankie wore makeup like the other girls but didn’t wear it like the other girls.

Being like the others - Mary wanted it and hated herself for wanting it. But Frankie? Frankie had fun, loving every moment on the fringe. She said things Mary feared, and she said them with a smile.

Frankie watched the boys and said things like, “dontcha ever wish you could be like them?” and Mary felt smoke filling her lungs and blotting out her response.

They were watching football practice, but in a different way than the girls above them, the girls sitting on the bleachers and cheering when the boys finished a drill. Mary and Frances were watching with a tint of green, green like bronze rusted. The rosy-colored tinge they should be watching teenage boys with had patinaed into strange, unexamined jealousy.

Mary didn’t like how it felt, the envy instead of lust, so she tore her gaze away from the quarterback and refocused on the other girl.

They were watching football practice, but they were really watching each other, hiding under the bleachers and passing one of Frankie’s cigarettes back and forth, sharing the silence as much as the smoke.

Frankie caught Mary staring and pulled in a breath, pushing out hazy rings to rub in Mary’s interest. Frankie liked being watched as much as Mary liked watching.

Mary liked how it felt to get caught staring, feared how it felt to get caught staring. She didn’t realize she was still staring as she contemplated the feeling.

Frankie finished her cigarette and asked Mary if she’d finally take her shooting soon. She had been promising for months, ever since Mary used her hunting-for-animals excuse after she showed up with a few noticeable scrapes from a job with her dad.

Mary jumped on the distraction, glad her staring went unnoticed or at least untouched. That weekend, they’d go that weekend, and Frankie said sure and that she’d come by in the morning.

Mary had a hard time falling asleep that night. Excitement or nerves or both or something else unexamined.

Over breakfast that morning, over eggs and toast carefully prepared for Samuel by Deanna, Mary mentioned with her feet swinging underneath the table that she had a friend coming by.

She ignored her parents’ exchanged looks, barely noticing them through her giddiness. They asked her friend’s name. She told them. They must have thought that Mary’s got some lanky, awkward, pimply seventeen-year-old boy on his way to the house; they must have pictured how they’d scare the kid into treating Mary right. The confusion made Mary giggle.

She didn’t want to correct them. Her parents expected Frankie to be some boy down the lane. She didn’t correct them. She thought it was funny, thought Frankie would think it was funny.

When the doorbell rang an hour later, and Deanna went to answer it, it wasn’t so funny anymore. Deanna did not look like she was laughing. Mary was not laughing either.

Frankie could always get Mary out of her head so quickly. At least away from the part of Mary’s head that her parents liked to lock her in. Mary and Frankie rolled around to the back of the house, to the shed in the corner of the property with its chicken-scratch warding and devil’s trap on the floor (uncovered and bizarre, surely to Frankie). Mary forgot that Frankie shouldn’t see - the other girl always brought down her walls before Mary could realize they were there for a reason.

Frankie just raised an eyebrow, not too shocked, only observing the way she did. Mary yanked a shotgun off the wall and slammed the door shut before Frankie could see anything too weird.

Frankie looked at Mary, watching. Taking everything in. Frankie looked at Mary’s hands where they wrapped around the shotgun the same way that they watched the boys when they practiced their tackling. Mary could feel the heat, the jealous green-flame. She liked the way it burned.

The two girls made their way out to the woods. It was hunting season, so the sounds of gunshots wouldn’t be alarming to anyone nearby. Not that anyone was nearby.

Mary grabbed her bag, yanking it off her shoulder and loving how the clinks and clangs of the glass hitting inside drew Frankie’s gaze again. They worked silently, an understanding passing over them as they lined up the bottles.

One of ‘em had about two shots of Jack left in it, and so Mary giggled and offered half to Frankie. They drank, sharing swigs from the same bottle. Mary knew what Frankie’s lips taste like then, even if only because they tasted the same, whiskey wet on their tongues.

Mary shot twice first, practiced in a way that made Frankie whoop with glee as the bottles burst in line. Mary lined up a third shot before thinking twice, smirking tight and secretive as she looked back to Frankie.

Frankie told her she looked good like that, the words falling out ready and raw in the autumn air.

Mary blanked and blushed and rushed over to crowd the gun into Frankie’s hands. Mary could deal with the shotgun; she couldn’t deal with the spoken truth.

But Frankie didn’t stop speaking. It was all questions then, which Mary could answer. The girl asked how she should stand; is this right? Hands like this? Fingers here? Thighs far enough apart? Stance correct? Feet planted right? Chin angled like this?

Mary could answer, but that didn’t mean she would. She remained silent the whole time, correcting Frankie with gentle touches. Mary put her hands on skin where Frankie’s clothes didn’t cover, feeling the heat through the fabric where they did.

Frankie’s first shot missed. It was way high - the recoil took her by surprise. She swore and stumbled back into Mary’s body, leaning into the way Mary caught her by the waist.

Her second shot clipped the neck of the fourth bottle, spinning it off its branch-perch and knocking the fifth bottle as well. Mary asked if Frankie was aiming for that one or the third.

Frankie laughed and shrugged, went in for a third shot before Mary was ready, but she made it. With a solid shot through that third bottle, a laugh punched out of the two girls from the impact.

The gun was quickly forgotten in the celebration, placed carefully on the ground and stepped over as Frankie crowded Mary away from their homemade range.

Mary could see the way that Frankie was trembling. The adrenaline, probably. It could do that. Mary felt herself shaking; that had to be why.

“I liked that, Mary. Liked that a lot.”

Mary did too. “Yeah.”

“I like you a lot, Mary.”

Mary did too. “Yeah.”

Frankie was just a foot away. Twelve measly inches. Mary couldn’t close the gap.

“You too, Mary?”

“Yeah.”

Frankie looked away, twisting her neck to look over her shoulder at the bottles, two remaining on the branch.

“Think you could shoot those from twice as far this time?”

“Yeah.”

Frankie laughed, throwing her head back in the carefree way she did, running off to grab the surviving bottles and set them up further back. Mary was left in her wake, frozen in place as she watched, rosy-tinted stare rusted green with jealousy again.

another ao3 link ! kudos / comments r sooooo lovely and wonderful 2 me

#sapphicnatural #zo.txt #marynatural #first pic in the little moodboard header is my momma actually hehe <3 #ok fine i like this one and i love my mary i love my mary i love my mary #mer called me marycentric earlier and that's. they're right #changes my url to marycentric. its actually not taken.#i never want to post the whole fic on tumblr bc i thrive on ao3 hits and comments and kudos so please if you'd click thru i'd love it #i dont have a tag list rn so i'll just reblog this forever and ever and ever amen #contentnatural #dirtybackroad

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hislittleraincloud · 18 days

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I do like the play on "n0t it" quite a lot. But I appreciate your point of view. It's just my personal outlook on life and not something I'd advocate to my own students, though it's also fair to point out that maybe I'm never really "n0t" a teacher -- the balance between career and calling and all that.

"It's just my personal outlook on life" says the dude who took a big (public) shit on the youthful enthusiasm for learning.

I don't know how to further spell it out for you because you're really not taking accountability for what you said in that reblog. The OP who posted that?

SHE IS SIXTEEN YEARS OLD.

YOU'RE 40.

MAN THE FUCK UP, APOLOGIZE, AND DO NOT EVER FUCKING TELL A YOUNG GIRL/YOUNG GIRLS THAT THEIR ENTHUSIASM AND THIRST FOR LIFE "is horrible way to live -- I don't recommend it. Remember that this all ends in death, and everything you've gained will disappear."

BEWARE, all young teacher crushers: This one/"nickn0t" actually does just want to get into your panties, because Hell, why encourage your mind to learn anything when he doesn't care about that. Why bother when he and can just [daydream about, write creepy letters about] 🪱ing his way into your 😺

#i s2g if your balls were in my court you'd be screaming for mommy after a few swift trick shots #nickn0t #how can a man be so goddamn dense #teacher crush #teacher student #student teacher #this motherfucker again #he sounds like that fucking ass butker #'no use learnin' nuthin' ur just gonna die (get married and have a family) anyway'#GOD I AM SO PISSED #gross #i think this fuck sent this to me when i was writing up the second response reblog but whatever #i s2g that if i were that girl's father and learned that some 40yo asshole had commented that on her post you can be sure that #i would let my inner neanderthal loose #he hasn't eaten in a decade

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northofnothing · 3 months

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🎶✨when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers🎶✨

i put one of my fave playlists on shuffle and here's the first 5 songs i got!

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yup! i love all of these. these 5 managed to trend on the melancholy side but we're going with it

thank you for the ask! this was fun

#i don't think i even have 10 active followers so if you want to do this feel free!#you can either reblog and put your own or leave a comment saying you'd like to give it a go and i'll send it to you as an ask! ^^

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cowardlycowboys · 9 months

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I'm gonna have to start turning off reblogs on every post and that's gonna ruin the coward nation economy

#omg kiera no one cares #i like when occasionally a post will pick up because a mutual will think it's funny or relatable #i like when people i don't know reblog posts for the same reasons too #BUT usually those posts were made with relatability in mind and so seeing them picked up makes sense!#MY POSTS OF ME JUST SAYING SHIT DO NOT NEED TO BE REBLOGGED ARE FUCKING STUPID #really hard to be a good person and not tell people to go put a gun in their mouth a pull the trigger but it'd be one less dimwitted bitch #so is it really bad??? I DUNNO I DUNNO #like you'd think using your brain to decide would op want this reblogged wouldn't be asking the world but apparently it is #you'd think if you were at that dilemma you'd use the comments that i don't have turned off and say hey cowardlycowboys can i reblog #but u know i guess not everyone has a brain that works that's so sad rip

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churromancermasterofchurros · 10 months

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EUGGGGHHHH! Somebody wake me up when they make a hexblade bg3 mod.

#ooh or a hexblood #fuck theres so much that i want #id actually kill for artificer #i get why its not there but damn #artificer really is my favorite #hey post what subclasses you'd like in the comments or reblogs!

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howthesleeplesswander · 1 year

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Interaction Call/Interest Check!

Hiya everybody! So uh... 👀 in case it hasn't been obvious by me reblogging Baizhu's content and screeching novels in the tags, I am officially adding him to this blog! ヾ(*꧆▽꧆*)ノ✨

If you'd like to interact with this here sweet and totally not shady snake doctor babygirl, perhaps hit that lil heart so I may toss him at you? 🥺👉👈 💖

#《⭒✩⭒ || the sleepless speaks (ooc) 》#《⭒✩⭒ || starter call 》#《⭒✩⭒ || plotting call 》#《⭒✩⭒ || shipping call 》#we'd love to have any and all of the above tbh!#the bottom line of this post is: baizhu is HERE and eager to take care of you all 🥺#so plz like this if you're interested and we can go from there! uvu #I may write short starters or poke through your reblogged memes to send you something #haven't decided for sure yet haha #feel free to leave a comment if you have a preference for a starter or meme or some other type of interaction!#or IM me if you'd like to plot!#I will be adding Kaveh very soon too but one babygirl at a time alsdfjdkj #I'VE DONE MY WAITING FOR BAIZHU AND I AIN'T ABOUT TO WAIT ANY LONGER 😭

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cconcerned · 2 years

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dimiclaudeblaigan · 1 year

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ngl it's getting rly annoying seeing people say "remake of x game!" constantly. people are so obsessed with the idea of remakes lately. they don't wonder what the next new game will be like. they just want remakes (including in franchises that don't do those often. not every franchise is Tales, where they've been doing remakes actively throughout its lifespan and not just during this Uwu Remake Era).

with FE, remakes make me a bit eh bc they've all sold poorly or just barely made a profit. Marth's games' remakes on top of the failed Tellius sales almost sent FE into its grave. SoV is just... there. it happened and the fandom moved on, save for the Alm and Celica alts in Heroes.

but like, it was so annoying watching VA interviews and just seeing the word "remake" thrown around so much from the chat. people want "remakes" of games that just don't need them. updated ports is one thing, but entire remakes?

there's more to FE than remakes, but it's all people seem to talk about. I'd like Tellius ports as much as the next girl for people's accessibility (and specifically bc IS' lack of marketing destroyed those games' sales and now they're so rare they're super expensive), but a remake? it's not necessary. even with quality of life features added, those games only need ports. I play them very regularly and frankly have way more fun with them than I do with modern day Menu Emblem.

also, I don't want the fandom wank carrying over into remakes of games that never even had wank. the biggest wank Tellius ever had was the Ike vs Micaiah wars in the fandom, which were not only a fraction of what happens now post Fodlan games but also weren't anywhere near as aggressive.

idk I'm just tired of remake this, remake that. it's also because of the rampant remakes in the industry that I'm tired of it, but it's also tiring to see it constantly in this fandom. I'm glad that FE7 is coming back, but as a port on the Switch and still as a GBA game. FE4? super glad it came back as a port (JP eShop only). remakes though? too tired of the concept (especially when FE remakes have not only almost killed the franchise from lack of sales but were otherwise just mediocre and moved on from pretty quickly). I also don't trust the FE fandom with remakes at this point. character hate is so rampant in this fandom that for the life of me I don't even want Tellius ports if it's going to save me the headache and aggravation from people's lack of character comprehension. :') that shit will turn me into a hard stan and my blog will have to be painted in my blorbo just to keep haters away. :'''')

#DCB Comments #do not reblog (i don't want jerks whining at me for having thoughts/opinions on this and just need to rant a bit)#like no seriously you can't even talk abt Jugdral anymore without people whining abt remakes #instead of ppl discussing the games as they are (not just those two but any of them)#they always bring up remakes instead of enjoying what already exists. it makes it sound like #ppl don't actually /really/ enjoy what we have and won't until it's remade #remakes aren't even necessarily bad in and of themselves. Tales does really good with them usually #they've had a few bad apples or generally unpopular ones (Innocence R is the worst thing they ever did in that franchise tbch)#but they usually do a good job with remakes and the fandom wants some remakes but #I don't see the word used even half as much in that fandom as with FE #also remakes kinda worry me in FE bc like... they only come out on handhelds #(specifically to date they've only ever come out on handhelds so there's no history of console remakes to speak of)#and if they don't just totally bomb they don't do much for the franchise as a whole #while yes I think Jugdral remakes would end up with the games being more known and might sell well #the fandom wank is going to be insufferable and I've been through enough Jugdral wank /without/ remakes #I like when ports come out and the games are released again on moderns consoles but... remakes? eh #as far as FE goes remakes just don't work for me. I've heard FF has good remakes?#idk I don't play FF but it seems to get a good reception for remakes. Tales usually does #Hearts R is a mixed bag bc it was absolutely great but the loc was absolute dumpster garbage #they tried to be ~quirky~ and weird but only had JP audio so you'd get like #tiny sentences in English subs with a whole long sentence spoken in JP and you can tell how lazy they were with the loc #Hearts R is a remake and needs a remake just to fix what they screwed up so badly #Innocence R was just entirely a mistake that was a stain on Innocence itself and I refuse to acknowledge it (as do most fans)#other than that they've done tons of remakes and they do genuinely usually improve the games. FE though? yikes #also tho Tales' fandom is more sane than FE's and I don't even trust them with the GBA games let alone Jugdral/Tellius games #and like wanting remakes generally speaking isn't bad... but it's like ALL ppl talk abt anymore regarding ''the next game''

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