mareshmallow

[mareshmallow]

Having "a lot" of followers on tumblr is funny because probably 80% of them are ghost blogs who haven't been on here in like a decade.

It's like, no no, those aren't my followers, that's a graveyard! I'm the caretaker of a thousands of tombs. I love them, but they've been dead for seven years.

[mareshmallow]

🥐💜 Prompt: Paid Time Off for @azrielappreciationweek – Elain and Azriel in the kitchen together, finally taking a break from duty to enjoy simple moments.

Picture Azriel trying his hand at baking, focused yet a bit unsure, while Elain smiles, guiding him through each step. Flour on their hands, laughter in the air—it’s a rare, peaceful scene where they can just be, away from the world’s demands.

Thank you so much to the artist adduani for bringing this moment to life! This piece captures the warmth, laughter, and quiet connection they share. 🌸🦇

⊱❊⊰⁣⁣⁣

⁣⁣⁣⤞ Art by adduani on IG

⁣⁣⁣⤞ Commissioned by me

⁣⁣⁣⤞ Please do not repost without permission

⁣⁣⁣⤞ Instagram

⊱❊⊰⁣⁣⁣

[mareshmallow]

It's such an amazing feeling when someone picks up on something in your writing that you 100% intended but didn't think people would notice. Like, YES!! My writing properly conveyed the thing it was supposed to!!! You are so awesome for noticing that!!! I am so awesome for writing that!!! I feel so good about my story now!!!!

[mareshmallow]

okay infold, let's talk

WHO goddamn white baby was that??? where is my girl's melanin? 😱 matter of fact, where's her voice? (she always speaks in the main storyline)

it's giving y'all didn't finish the card (i know what i said) and i keep thinking everytime i enter the game and it makes me update, it's been fixed but nope!

i also feel like its not finished or it's out of order because when mc first entered the protofield/zayne's dream, she got attacked and it was never shown and we don't find out that happened until after we healed zayne?? (and in the cutscene, mc is bruised and bloodied????)

not to mention this entire branch plays out like a card which brings me to problem number whatever i have with this 'event': why tf is the cutscene the exact same thing as the five star card, word for word, bar for bar? (update: the card is quite literally just the cutscene, nothing else...)

this feels incredibly rushed and incredibly disrespectful. not only to zayne fans, but it's disrespectful to LADS players in general.

what was the purpose of doing this? bc it was free? rafayel got a free card and wasn't done dirty like this. is this what we can expect from the other branches? or y'all getting lazy and greedy asf?

[mareshmallow]

*Benny Hill theme intensifies* Bonus:

[mareshmallow]

the urge to write never leaves but the motivation to do so is a lover lost at war

[mareshmallow]

“why do you like zayne & sylus so much” have you ever considered the possibility that perhaps i want to be taken care of for once because i’m always taking care of others and get nothing in return? in this essay i will

[mareshmallow]

soft sylus <333

i can’t stop thinking about the new card 🥹🥹 grassland romance is my absolute favourite

[mareshmallow]

combo of the two text messages after defeating Mr Beanie and Heartbreaker stage 9.

[mareshmallow]

long distance mutuals <- used to be in the same fandom together and have both moved on to other fandoms but stay mutuals and wave at each other when passing by (scrolling on dash) and catch up when we can (liking each others posts)

[mareshmallow]

the bond between a girl and the book she read in middle school is sacred

[mareshmallow]

the worst thing about 4.99 purchases is that one is fine. but if you do two of them you spent ten bucks. and ten bucks these days is like fifty bucks. if youre fucking lucky

[mareshmallow]

Midnight Brew : Zayne x Reader

For a moment, you both stood frozen, caught in each other’s eyes. A surge of panic gripped you, and you wondered if he would find your silent observation intrusive. 

But then, almost inperceptibly, he smiled.

pairing : zayne x reader (no gender specific terms are used to describe the reader)

prompt : our apartments are opposite each other and your kitchen window faces my kitchen window, so we always see each other making coffee at 3am. (aka, you and zayne sneak glances at each other before you decide to do something about it)

genre : sfw, fluff, slice of life, zayne please get some sleep

word count : 1,050

a/n : heyo, i've dusted off my tumblr skills to dive headfirst into another hyperfixation. this is just a one shot i couldn't get out of my brain so i slapped my keyboard and here we are. I'll probaby post more but feel free to dm or request any prompts/pairing!

It was another sleepless night, and the quiet hum of the city was the only sound breaking the stillness. With slow deliberate movements, you wrap yourself in your robe, the soft fabric offering protection against the predawn chill. You found yourself once again in the kitchen, guided more by muscle memory than conscious thought. The soft glow of the streetlights filtered through the window, casting a gentle light over your counter as you began the familiar ritual of making coffee.

As the coffee brewed, you leaned against the counter and looked out the window. The city never truly slept, but it had moments of stillness, especially at 3 am. You had always found solace in these quiet hours, the world outside muted and calm. The soft hum of distant traffic, the occasional bark of a dog, and the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind created a soothing backdrop to your nightly ritual.

The building opposite yours had always been a source of idle curiosity. You often glanced at the darkened windows, imagining the lives inside. One window was illuminated, the soft light spilling out and creating a beacon in the night. There, just as he had been for the past few nights, stood your neighbor, a man with dark, tousled hair and a pensive expression, moving with a quiet grace as he prepared his own cup of coffee. You watched him for a moment, intrigued by the way he seemed so absorbed in his thoughts. There was something almost mesmerizing about the scene, and you found yourself drawn to it night after night. It had become a silent companionship, a shared moment of solitude.

The first time you had noticed him, it had been purely accidental. A restless night had driven you to the kitchen for yet another cup of coffee, and as you gazed out the window, your eyes had landed on the man in the opposite building. He had been so engrossed in his own routine that he hadn’t noticed you, and you had quickly looked away, feeling a bit like an intruder. But over the next few nights, your curiosity got the better of you, and you began to look for him. 

You found yourself wondering about his life. Why was he awake at such an ungodly hour? Did he suffer from insomnia like you, or was there something else that kept him up? Maybe he worked odd hours, or perhaps he was an artist or a writer, finding inspiration in the silence of the night. Your imagination ran wild with possibilities, each one more intriguing than the last. He became a character in your own personal narrative, a small comfort in the vast loneliness of the night. 

Each night, as your late-night coffee ritual continued, you would glance out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man across the way. He was always there, his presence a comforting constant in the silent hours. You began to notice little details about him—the way he ran his hand through his hair when he was deep in thought, the soft smile that played on his lips as he read something amusing.

One night, as you prepared your coffee, you felt the familiar pull to look out the window. To your surprise, the man was already there, his gaze meeting yours. For a moment, you both stood frozen, caught in each other’s eyes. A surge of panic gripped you, and you wondered if he would find your silent observation intrusive. 

But then, almost imperceptibly, he smiled.

It was a small smile, but it warmed you more than the coffee in your hands. You returned the gesture, feeling a strange connection form between you in that silent exchange. From that night on, the smiles became a regular part of your routine, a wordless greeting that made the lonely hours feel less empty.

Despite the comfort these nightly interactions brought, your mind was constantly buzzing with thoughts and questions. Who was this man? What was his story? And most importantly, why did it matter so much to you? You found yourself thinking about him during the day, wondering if he thought about you too. It was strange to feel such a strong connection to someone you had never spoken to, yet the bond felt real and significant.

But tonight, as you prepared your coffee, you decided to take a chance. You rummaged through a drawer until you found a piece of paper and a marker. Your heart pounded in your chest as you scribbled a quick message:

"Couldn't sleep either? - Y/N"

Taking a deep breath, you held the note up to the window, praying that the streetlights would provide enough illumination for him to read it. For a moment, there was no response, and you felt a pang of doubt. Had you been too forward? But then, he stepped closer, squinting to read your message. A slow smile spread across his face, and he nodded before disappearing from view. When he returned, he held up his own note:

"Work keeps me up. Wanna share a cup? - Zayne"

Your heart skipped a beat. Zayne. Finally, you had a name to go with the face. You quickly wrote back:

"Meet downstairs?"

Zayne raised his mug with a nod and a smile, and you felt a flutter of excitement as you grabbed your mug and slipped on some shoes. You made your way down to the entrance of your building, your mind racing with possibilities. When you stepped outside, he was already there, leaning casually against the wall with his mug in hand. The cool night air washed over you, carrying with it a sense of anticipation and hope. He looked up as you approached, his smile warm and inviting.

"Hi," you said, feeling a bit shy now that you were face-to-face.

"Hi," he replied, his voice as smooth and soothing as you had imagined. "I suppose our midnight coffee rituals have finally converged."

You laughed softly, feeling the tension melt away. "It seems so. I hope you don't mind me intruding on your solitude."

"Not at all," he assured you, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "In fact, I was hoping we'd have a chance to talk. It's not every day you find someone who shares your unusual habits."

{pls dont repost i beg}

[mareshmallow]

Yes I like fictional characters a very normal amount. Don’t look at my blog.

[mareshmallow]

Never forgotten but...never finished.

[mareshmallow]

pov : you’re dating zayne ❄️

[mareshmallow]

I noticed this pretty early in the game, but did you know the color of the orbit trials actually give you a hint as to what type of combat you'll be experiencing?

GREEN- normal stage with wanderers with or without protocore shields. sometimes there's a protofield stellactrum. sometimes there isn't one. for the most part these stages are relatively easy to brute force and auto battle.

BLUE- special stages that challenge you including Frenzy, Break Crystal, Recharge Beacon, Tower Defense, or Boss Absorb Mobs. these stages are definitely damage checks to make you level up your memories and protocores.

PURPLE - the halfway check point when reaching x5 stages is usually a group of wanderers, ranging between 3 to 5, that are a bit more challenging with two protocore shields or super tanky without shields like the Elysian Lacertus.

RED - requires 2 teams. the first half with team 01 is similar to purple, where there are a group of wanderers with two protocore shields. the second half with team 02 is a boss fight going against one wanderer with 4 protocore shields. i've seen its HP bar count vary from 4 to 10, most likely depends on the stage level.