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hi, i'm valentine/scarlet and i use they/she/it/lamb pronouns! this is my sparklecare sideblog, mainly for fanart and my various (self) ships. i am fictionkin with preboot/sick doom! i am a selfshipper/yumejoshi, my primary f/o's are livings and sunshine, and i am non-sharing, but i don't mind sharing other ones! I'M ALSO GLADLY TAKEN BY MY REAL HOUSEWIVES OF SPINCH @nexuslmao @queerlovebun â¡
my main is @scarlivings , hence why all of my art is watermarked as such!
expect to see fanart of my favorite ships (doomshine mortishine and darkmagic), i also write short like fanfics about these ships that i will eventually post here!
DNI:
nothing really stops you but i know how to block lmao
predators + their enablers and supporters
doubles of livings + sunshine (sorry :/)
kneeby / ZCP members & defenders
people who perpetuate transmisogynoir
one-sided ship discourse people (elaborated on the "what are you" page if you're on pc)
canisiris (aka tfemsly) + hemeruni (aka transmaschemmy) supporters (i'm talking about the users, not the headcanons)
ic: livings (drawn by me) â¡ if: nonbinary â¡ tags under meat!
~posts~
ð€ = text
ð = reblogs
ðŠŽ = art
ðïž = writing (fanfics, scenarios, etc.)
ð¹ = anons
~f/os~
ðª¢ð€ = knot evan livings
ð©žð§ = wockyn ann sunshine
ðð = cutta fang (preboot cuddles)
ð𫧠= pointless party (preboot and reboot)
ð¥©ð = dee edd meat (preboot)
#sparklecare hospital#sperklacera#sparklecare preboot#yumeship#yumejoshi#yume community#***#ð€#ð#ðŠŽ#ðïž#ð¹#â¡â¡â¡#ðª¢ð€#ð©žð§#ðð#ðð«§
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@his-littlefox @xoxo-vee @binolar @fayrie24 @crenna @thehusbandstealer @rizzgoddessans @lxvebelle @beabeebeee
#this is based on how often you guys join me on gartic phone ð#(not really)#bingusness â°#àŒËâ· [ daph ð ] â§âËà¿#àŒËâ· [ vee 𩵠] â§âËà¿#àŒËâ· [ gnola ð ] â§âËà¿#àŒËâ· [ fay ð ] â§âËà¿#àŒËâ· [ lili 𪻠] â§âËà¿#àŒËâ· [ hay bale ðŠ ] â§âËà¿#àŒËâ· [ ans ð¶ ] â§âËà¿#àŒËâ· [ belle ð¥ ] â§âËà¿#àŒËâ· [ bea 𫧠] â§âËà¿#the royal wedding ðð
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My brain all night on repeat:
*in Zaynâs voice* âIâll try but Iâll miss you too much Liamâ
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âyour being lazyâ pls I've fallen over 5 times pls help me get my makeshift cane yo ðð
#. . . ð âhello.. dr freeman.â coolatta rambles#idk if tbis a vent but like owy#this hsppenrd one time and still dors#PLS#â𫧠and ðïž and ð
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guys iâm bored
who wants to do a singing collab with me
iâm not mixing the voices and instrumentals
#*ineedtosleep^^*#pls i need to socialize apparently#â°â†𫧠áŽáŽÉªÉŽ ÊÊáŽÉ¢#-ðŸð Ë á¡£ð© ⹠࣪ ౚà§Ëâ ð³ð¢ð¯ðµðŽ/
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This is the Tumblr hug ð«ð€ Please pass it on to 5 mutuals to brighten someoneâs day!
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Ok so who was going to tell me not ONE but TWO chief prosecutors for my district have been arrested for murder
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Hey op do you live in fucking night vale
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I did the research for yâall in the notes going wild wanting to know where op lives (and also bonuses of being a law student yay) so the only area I can find where a chief prosecutor has been arrested for murder is L.A. then I reckon they said two because the present chief prosecutor for L.A. is Miles Edgeworth, who has been accused of murder twice but cleared of both charges
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fellow LA denizen here, fun fact! chief prosecutor edgeworth is married to a defence attorney
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Heâs WHAT
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said defence attorney has also been accused of murder before.
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Oh yeah that defence attorney is Phoenix Wright btw- he defended me for a murder charge once
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oh nice! he defended my sister once :) she got accused of murdering someone in her offices parking lot lmao
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@skyrensics wait is your sister fucking Lana Skye
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The former chief prosecutorâs sister uses tumblr????
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*opens door of reblogs to whisper* the current chief prosecutor also uses tumblr folks
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WHAT
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apparently he likes the samuraiverse! I wouldnât be surprised if he was lurking in fan circles on here. Evidence btw- he has a steel samurai figure on his windowsill + a signal samurai keychain.
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these updates just get wilder and wilder. Iâm learning more about my cityâs lawyers than I ever thought I would.
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everyone really skipped over the fact that it seems like half of LAâs legal system is on tumblr. god forbid they find this post
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hey
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NO. THEY HAVE AN OFFICIAL TUMBLR???
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Is this a good time to say hello?
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never did I think one of my tumblr posts would attract the literal state of California prosecutors office or the wright and co law officef ashnduhjsjkkshg
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#ace attorney#miles edgeworth#phoenix wright#phoenix wright ace attorney#ace attorney dashboard simulator#dashboard simulator#ok tbf this is only one post but the idea wouldnât leave me alone#pwaa#edgeworth ace attorney#phoenix ace attorney#please please let this be seen by more people than usual#maglortextposts#additional note- I hadnât played investigations when I wrote this post so itâs slightly inaccurate smh#I also hadnât played Apollo justice which is why it says wright and Co law when it should be the Wright anything agency
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Guide to most popularly used emoji combos regarding Proship, comship, etc
Proshipper: ðð/ðð/ðð° (or any other meat + rainbow)
Comshipper: ðžð/ðïžâ ïž/ðïžð
Darkshipper: ð±ð/ðªŒð«§/ð¥šð¯ïž
Profiction: ðð/ð®ðïž
Ex antishipper: ð§©ï¿œï¿œï¿œ
Doveshipper: ðïžð±ð
Unproblematic comshipper: ðª·ð«§/ðžðŸ
Traumatized proshipper: ððŸ
Traumatized comshipper: ð¿ðŸ
Dead dove do not eat: ðïžâ°ïž/ðïžâïž
Loli: ðð°
Shota: ð§žð¯
Kodo: ðð
Anti anti/antis DNI: ðâ/ðð«
Falship: ð·ðš
Reneship: âïžð
Rarepair: ð°ð«
Neutralshipper: ð©ââ€ïžâðšð¿/ðð
Pro/com shipper who has been groomed by an anti: ðð«
I donât deserve death/I donât deserve to die: ðð€
It normally doesnât matter which order the emojis are in btw! And Iâm aware there are a lot more terms I didnât add but these are the ones I could remember the best. Emoji combos are typically used for awareness, so feel free to add these to your profile if you apply to them! If you donât know what something means, just ask :)
#proship#antis dni#antiship dni#antishippers dni#op is a proshipper#profic#profiction#comship#proship safe#proshipper safe#comshipper safe#darkship#ex anti
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I know labyrinth is. Like about going insane and whatnot (after the woman dieing and yk. Guy go to asylum) but like, it perfectly describes my bad mental health issues. :3 anyway
#. . . ð âhello.. dr freeman.â coolatta rambles#if i got the wrong song sory abt thet !!! its hsrd to remember which he goes insane#but like. it describes it weirdly well???#anyway#â𫧠and ðïž and ð
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- no nsfw (overly sexual) Iâll allow suggestive requests but please donât go overboard.
- no family ships
- no under aged shit
- no harassment towards myself, askers or commenters
- if I do anything you may perceive as rude or out of line, please tell me so I can better myself
- you may use my art for fanfics as visuals but please credit me
DandyðŒ
No Tapes?
Giving him a kiss on the hand
Astroð
Go to sleep
Twisted Astro
Vee ðº
Only you can win her game
ShellyðŠð
Caught
Sproutð
Sweet treats
Fruitcake
Cosmoð°
Cake arm
Fruitcake
Glistenðªâš
Tied in pink
Goobð¶
Cuddles forever
Looeyð
Ballon ring
Connieð»
No escape
Finnð
Fishing
Gingerðª
Cookies
Bobetteð
Gift under the tree
Teaganâïž
A cutie to keep
Rodgerð
Play date struggle
Razzle and Dazzleð
Tangled up
Scrapsð±
Painting
BoxtenðŠ
You donât need her
Poppyð«§
Relaxing
Shrimpoð€
LOVE ME
Tishað§¹
Cleaning
RudieðŠ
Rules are rules
FlutterðŠ
ð©·
Gigiðž
Taken just for you
Brightneyð¡
Light the way
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Summer Activity Ideas âïž
- Go to a creek, lake, or beach ðïž
- Blow lots of bubbles ð«§
- Roll down a tall hill â°ïž
- Watch fireworks ð
- Jump on a trampoline ðŠ
- Tie-dye whatever you'd like ð
- Visit an ice cream truck ðŠ
- Ride on a bicycle ð²
- Have a water balloon fight ð
- Practice cartwheels ð€ž
- Go ice skating âžïž
- Camping with friends/family ðïž
- Pick wildflowers ðª»
- Listen to an outdoor concert ð¶
- Have a picnic ð§º
- Enjoy a long road trip ð
- Splish splash in the water ð
- Collect seashells ð
- Nap in a hammock ð€
- Barbeque something yummy ð
- Get a temporary tattoo ð
- Make fresh lemonade ð
- Build a sandcastle ð°
- Look for constellations âš
- Count all the bugs you see ðŠ
- Do something for pride month ð
- Eat locally grown fruit ð
- Go to the farmer's market ðœ
- Attend a sports game âŸ
- Play games at the county fair ð¡
- Visit a zoo/aquarium ð
- Make s'mores ð¥
- Fly a kite at your favorite park ðª
- View a movie outdoors ð¥
Remember to stay hydrated and apply sunscreen before going out!
#summer#agere#age regressing#age regressive#age regressor#age regression#agedre#age dreaming#age dreamer#age regression community#agere community#age regression blog#agere blog#sfw agere#sfw age regression#agere sfw#sfw agere blog#sfw age regressor#age regression sfw#sfw age dreamer#sfw agedre#sfw agedre community#sfw agedre blog#noncom agere#agere post#agere activities#agedre community#agedre blog#safe age regression#safe agere
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Dreamed of Milky by @peko--peko
This is the most detailed island Iâve ever visited! I donât have an eloquent way to say the builds are insane⊠genuinely canât believe your mind. I loved the bubbles and cherry blossoms blowing everywhere. Such a magical vibe. And the interiors!!
ð¡ðžð«§ð¥ð
DA-9016-1954-0173
#go visit i canât believe it took me this long ðââïž#animal crossing#acnh#acnh dream address#acnh dream island
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my acnh island listð
main island is nordseað± this is the dream for the summertime version of my forever island!
DAâs for the themed islands iâve completed over the yearsð (from newest to oldest)
âïžislands with full interior builds(villagers and characters):
troldskov island âïžð²ððŠðïž early winter themed
nixie islandð§ð»ð«§âïžâšð· fairycore themed
thimble island âºïžðððïžðïž town/camping themed
âïžislands without dlc and full interiors(but full exteriors):
starview islandðððœð¥ð farmcore themed
toadstool islandð²ððð±ð forest themed
grimwood islandðððâšð® halloween themed
hawthorn islandðïžð³ðŸð¿ð early game themed
marguerite islandðð€ïžðððkidcore themed
petrichor islandð¡ðïžðð·ðªŽnormcore themed
chamomile islandððð¥ð»ðŒ autumncore themed
ofelia island ððïžðð¿ð post-apocalypse themed
current wip: marmalade island ð°ïžð§žð«ð·ð - grandmacore spring themedð
im also playing pocket camp again for the first time in 5 years and having a really great time!! my camper cardðªŽ
thank you for stopping byððð
#pinned post for all my acnh work over the years!!#before the 2.0 update i really only shared my main island nordsea#but after that my confidence in decorating grew and ive worked on many islands!#im glad ive had a place to share my love for this game since almost the beginning!!#and im grateful for all the lovely people ive met thru this blog!#thank you for stopping by! i appreciate itð#acnh dream address#new horizons#animal crossing#animal crossing new horizons#acnh#chamomile island#ofelia#petrichor island#grimwood island#marguerite island#hawthorn island#toadstool island#acnh starview island#nordsea#thimble island#acnh nixie islandð§ð»#âïžð²ððŠðïž
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𫧠Bubbles of love ð«§
Exactly one year ago, a very special game was released for the Nintendo Switch:
𫧠Super Mario Bros Wonder ð«§
And it's a game that I loved and enjoyed so much, that I decided to write a little something to celebrate it! ð
As I mentioned here, I came up with this idea when I was trying to fall asleep a few nights ago and wrote it in one go the following evening. Don't even ask me how, because I always take FOREVER to write a story, but in this case, and as shocking as it sounds, this story is short.
Yes. You read it right: short. Again, I don't know how, but without setting a precedent, I was able, for once, to write a story that is actually short ð
Anyways, thank you so much to those of you who reacted to the aforementioned post to try and guess what this story might be about! You're about to find out... and I'll just say a few of you got it right ð€ (And those who didn't, you gave me amazing ideas... I may or may not be taking notes for the future ð€ð)
I hope it's okay that I tag those of you who showed interest, as well as some folks who I believe might enjoy this 𥰠Of course, if I'm wrong, you're more than free to ignore this post, and please forgive me for bothering you ð
@megamagimugi @pepperycar @peaches2217 @bberetd @itsavee4117 @coffeecat1983 @doodleydoo101 @stripetkattelalala54-gf (no rush at all of course! Take your time ð¥°) @smokszyvverstar @eleventhhourfactor @marioandluigi1983 @c-lavanda @zocchini37 @teegeeteegee @akiiame-blog @dragon-fly34 @supergay-64
EDIT: @pinkcreamypeach adding you to the list in case you're interested! ð¥°ð
My beloved big sis @vulpixfairy1985 deserves a special mention, as you'll find a part in this story that might remind you of her beautiful story A moment together ð€ð Thank you so much for giving me permission to do so, dear sister! ð
Without further ado: enjoy! ðð«§ð
As always, you can continue reading under the cut! Likes, comments, kudos, reblogs and any kind of feedback is always more than welcome! ð¥°ð
𫧠Bubbles of love ð«§
Mario can't stop looking at Peach.
Heâs been staring at her in rapt attention for a while now. Specifically, since heâs seen her touch the Bubble Flower that has caused her familiar pink dress, which suits her so well and which Mario adores dearly, to turn a shade of purple, though not a very dark one. Peach has immediately begun to throw bubbles to catch the enemies that were stalking them, facing them without hesitation, bravely and keeping every bit of her characteristic elegance untouched.
And Mario has confirmed, once again, that heâs absolutely and irremediably in love with her.
Now, fortunately, the road theyâre following is completely clear. Theyâve all stopped to rest together in a clearing in Pipe-Rock Plateau, and Peach, her power-up still on, is sitting on a rock and chats absentmindedly with Toadette. Mario is not even aware that heâs smiling wider than ever as he watches her; heâs just reveling in her infinite beauty, her long golden hair and deep blue eyes that resemble two sapphires, and her gestures and expressions, never lacking in sweetness and demureness.
Mario suddenly finds himself lost in thought, his mind filling with the moments they shared together on their first visit to the Flower Kingdom a year ago. How much Peach was surprised when the Piranha Plants started singing, just before she started smiling and clapping as she let herself be carried away by the music, being the first of the whole group to do so. The various races with their friend Wiggler, with whom they had such a great time, despite the dangerousness of some of the places they ran. The unexpected Halloween-themed party they stumbled upon when they arrived at Fungi Mines. How Peach liked to chase him as they dived into Petal Isles, making reaching the finish in the watery areas a fun and always healthy competition. The catchy and lively music with which the Ninjis greeted the whole group when they arrived at their hidden disco in Sunbaked Desert and how Peach enjoyed jumping to the rhythm of their melody.
The wonderful feeling of flying away clutching his cap while Peach did the same at his side, which gave them the opportunity to share a brief moment of complicity and fun that belonged only to them.
A sigh escapes Mario's lips. What heâd give to relive all those moments with his beloved princess just one more time.
What heâd give to muster the courage to go one step further and declare his love to her at last.
A loud laugh startles him and brings him back to reality. Puzzled, he turns his head in search of the source of the laughter. He smiles immediately when he notices Daisy, who, not much farther away, pulls Luigi's hand, who is also laughing, although a little more shyly and nervously. Mario notices that both of them are also using a Bubble Flower, as evidenced by Luigi's pink shirt and hat and his green overalls and Daisy's purple dress. A sudden memory assaults Mario's mind: his little brother, completely blushing, confessing to him, without looking him in the eye, that he loves how well Daisy looks in purple, as according to him, it matches perfectly with the yellow of the edges of her skirt and with her auburn hair. And, besides, it's her favorite color.
Mario's smile is full of tenderness as he watches his beloved little brother being carried away by his fearless princess. Daisy is creating bubbles incessantly and, without letting go of Luigi's hand, she starts bouncing on them, dragging the younger plumber along with her. Mario watches them while he remembers another special occasion: that time when, after taking Luigi to Sarasaland in his Odyssey ship, he began to create bubbles near the princess' balcony to invite her and Luigi to share a moment together. Mario recalls how much fun they both had, holding hands as they danced on the bubbles, the purest and most primal happiness radiating from their every gesture and face.
Mario couldnât be happier that theyâve decided to recreate the scene they shared back then, this time being in charge of creating the bubbles themselves. Tenderness dances in his chest as he witnesses how his twin, despite his initial insecurity and reticence, gradually gains more confidence, no doubt infected by Daisy's boldness and the self-assuredness she gives him. Marioâs heart fills with joy when a laugh finally bursts from Luigi's lips, showing that all traces of fear have been buried under layers and layers of fun and bliss.
With dreamy eyes, Mario watches as, in a matter of seconds, Luigi and Daisy are dancing in the air, holding hands and surrounded by bubbles that seem to be in tune with their movements. A giggle escapes Mario as Luigi spins Daisy around and then holds her around the waist, Daisy's arms around his neck. His little brother is quite a ladiesâ man.
A soft giggle then reaches his ears. Mario's attention is immediately diverted to Peach, who, like him, looks at the couple and seems touched by the happiness they radiate. It is at that moment, watching the princess cover her mouth with her hand, always so restrained, with her golden hair falling in waves down her back and her distinctive heart-shaped bangs crowning her forehead, that Mario gets the idea.
He doesnât miss a beat and starts turning everywhere. Fortunately, his search soon pays off: not far away, at the other end of the clearing, he spots a block that, he hopes, hides a Bubble Flower. He rushes to it without a second thought, but on the way, heâs assailed by the possibility that itâs an Elephant Fruit or a Drill Mushroom. What will he do then? His plan will only work with a Bubble Flower... Although there might be something he can do for Peach if he finds himself transformed into an elephant. After all, he's pretty good at improvising.
He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he reaches the block and looks at it while giving himself a few seconds to catch his breath. His fate is locked inside that bright yellow box with a white question mark inscribed on it. His mind tries to come up with ideas, options that he could carry out in case he doesn't receive the desired power-up, but Mario has never dealt well with uncertainty.
So, without further thought, he jumps up with his fist in the air.
A beautiful flower with a pink center in which two black eyes gleam, surrounded by purple petals which, in turn, are encircled by other petals, these of a snowy white, welcomes him.
Mario laughs and lets out a shout of victory before jumping back up, hand outstretched to touch the flower at its very center. As soon as he does, he notices how his body absorbs the power-up and performs a small spin in the air as his clothes change color, his blue overalls turning red and his shirt and cap turning pink. Before he hits the ground again, heâs already created his first bubble.
Satisfied, he quickly turns around and makes sure that Peach hasn't noticed anything, as she has resumed her conversation with Toadette. A little further on, Mario is surprised to see that, among the bubbles, Luigi and Daisy are now dancing closer than ever, their mouths very close to touching. He looks away immediately; even though theyâre in a clearing with their other companions, he understands that this is a very intimate moment for his brother and the princess of Sarasaland. He tells himself that he has to remember to congratulate Luigi later, but not before teasing him a little as any good big brother would do.
Determined, Mario stands with his back to everyone and begins to carry out his plan. First he creates a huge bubble to serve as a base, and on both sides of it he places two others, also very large. He has to stifle a giggle as he realizes that heâs inadvertently formed a head that reminds him of a certain very famous mouse whose tone of voice is quite similar to his, or so he has always been told. He doesn't think there are that many similarities, but he's gotten used to the jokes.
He shrugs and continues with his task. He continues to blow and originate large bubbles that he places in the appropriate positions and climbs through them as his creation takes shape. He has no idea how long it takes him, but during that time, short or long, only he and his plan exist. He completely forgets where he is and who is around him. He can only recreate in his mind Peach's beautiful face, the living image of grace and pureness, as he works tirelessly. How will she react when she sees what heâs done? Will she be very surprised? Will she be happy?
Will she be... horrified?
Suddenly it occurs to Mario that, perhaps, what heâs doing is too bold, too obvious. He may indeed be taking a big risk. With his hand outstretched and about to blow yet another bubble, Mario thinks for a few seconds. Should he stop? Should he go on? What if it's too much?
However, he immediately shakes his head. He knows he wants to do it, no matter what, and that nothing could stop him. Not when resolve courses through his veins like a fast-flowing river and floods every corner of his body.
Besides, he loves the power of creating bubbles, bouncing on them and feeling himself fly higher and higher, and what better way to finally take the step of expressing his feelings for the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom than to use them?
Mario forces the torrent of tremendous thoughts that appear in his mind to stop and ignores the rapid beating of his heart. Firmly, he finally blows and creates a new bubble with which to perform his plan, and skillfully directs it to the point where he wants to place it.
Whatever happens next, Mario is willing to take the risk.
When, at last, he blows the last big bubble that puts the finishing touch to his work, Mario sits on it with a soft snort, eyes closed, and runs his sleeve across his forehead. He smiles absently and gives himself a few seconds to enjoy the sensation of being high up. Thereâs not much distance between the ground and where he stands, but itâs enough for him.
When he opens his eyes, however, his serene smile is replaced by an expression full of the most infinite surprise.
At his feet, a large part of his group of friends has gathered. The two Toads and the four Yoshis gaze at his creation with amazement gleaming on their faces. Nabbit is there too, his head tilted back so as not to miss a detail, but the scarf covering half of his face prevents Mario from reading his expression clearly. Even Luigi and Daisy have abandoned their close dance to come closer to watch, and theyâre both beaming with smiles full of admiration and eyes shining with enthusiasm. When his glance meets his brother's, Mario smiles sheepishly as Luigi gives him an energetic thumbs-up while winking approvingly.
Next to his twin, Mario spots Toadette, who is clapping enthusiastically, and he waves at her quickly as his brain starts to process that, if she's there, that means...
Indeed, standing by her side is Peach herself, causing Mario's throat to suddenly go dry as his heart skips a beat.
His beloved Peach, for whom he has just built a huge heart made of bubbles.
His beloved Peach, who gazes at the result of his efforts with wide eyes as she covers her mouth with both hands.
His beloved Peach, whose sparkling sapphire eyes meet his own.
Mario is speechless. Are those... tears? He can't tell for sure, as he stands at a certain height, but he could swear heâs seen something glistening in the evening sun on the sides of his princess's beautiful eyes.
To say that his heart is bouncing in his chest would be an understatement.
Embarrassment invades Mario in a sudden surge that sweeps everything in its path. He hadn't counted on having such an audience. He had hoped it could be something private, something to share only with Peach. Of course, considering that the whole group is gathered in the middle of a clearing, he supposes it was too much to ask.
Still, the plumber puts his hand to his mouth and blows again. He sends the new bubble floating gently to Peach's very feet, and she lowers her head for a moment before raising it again, questioning him with her gaze. Despite the insecurity that always floods him when it comes to her, Mario nods, his lips drawing a nervous and somewhat crooked smile, and hurries to blow a second bubble that he also sends down, though at a slightly higher distance than the first one.
And Peach, without taking her eyes off Mario, lowers her hands to grab her purple skirts and begin the ascent.
Mario's heart swells and sings as he notices the wide, radiant smile adorning the pink lips of his beloved princess.
He forces himself to hold back a giggle of joy and keep blowing. His eyes never leave Peach's, who, in turn, can't take her eyes off him. Mario watches as his princess climbs towards him, those deep eyes getting closer and closer, her approaching him as if in slow motion. His rapid heartbeat thunders in his ears, but heâd love to continue living this moment forever, to extend it in time, to never end the sweet anticipation of knowing that, soon, his princess will be with him.
He never wants to stop looking at those eyes, which, as he very well knows, can never, ever have an owner, because of the simple fact that theyâre not of this world.
However, sooner than he expected, Mario finds himself having to look up slightly, as Peach has finally reached him. They both gasp slightly, but the princessâ smile is so wide and shiny, brighter than the sun itself, that Mario doubts there can be anything in the world that would be able to erase it. He was about to create a new bubble, his hand outstretched, so instead, he extends his arm a little and offers it to Peach. She lets go of her skirts without a second thought and accepts his hand, her slender, delicate fingers resting gently on his rough, calloused palm.
Mario can hardly believe his luck.
Quickly, he leans to one side and invites Peach to sit next to him in the bubble that closes the heart, which she does with diligence and gracefulness, their hands still clasped together. The instant Marioâs brain registers that his beloved princess has just taken a seat next to him and that their fingers, despite the gloves, remain touching, he feels like he might faint. The outside world disappears completely for him, as does the entire group that continues looking at them on the ground. He barely hears, as if in the background, the voices of Luigi and Daisy as they urge the others to disperse to give the couple some privacy.
At this very moment, only he and Peach exist.
When they look at each other, she seems to want to tell him so many things. Why he has just created an entire heart made of bubbles, perhaps. Why he's invited her up, only her. âYou're crazy,â even.
Peach doesn't utter a word, however. She doesn't need to, for her bright, expressive eyes speak for her. Mario senses that theyâre communicating, that theyâre speaking despite the absence of words, that theyâre having a conversation that only they understand, a conversation that springs directly from her heart and reaches into his own.
And yet, despite this, he could never have foreseen what Peach does next.
She raises her hand, causing the touch between them to break. For Mario, it's like having a little piece of his heart ripped out, like his lungs shrinking in size. He will recover, however; for a few precious seconds heâs held his princess's hand between his fingers, and nothing can take away the joy that this brief but intense contact has caused him.
Even so, before he has time to understand whatâs happening, Peach's palms rest on his cheeks, so that sheâs cupping his face with infinite tenderness. Mario has just short-circuited again, so heâs unable to react. Unless melting inside and feeling his face burning like the fiercest fire counts as a reaction.
And suddenly, with the swiftness of the blink of an eye, Peach's lips land on his.
Mario's heart stops suddenly.
Suddenly heâs no longer there. Suddenly, heâs gone up to heaven and heâs not even aware that heâs done so. Suddenly, his eyes can do nothing but close, his ears cut off from the outside world, his hands rise to rest on Peach's hips with a certain possessiveness that he doesn't know where it comes from, but that heâs unable to contain.
Suddenly, Mario is in heaven and does not intend to come back down.
#bubbles of love#zahra's writing#zahra's fics#super mario#mareach#mario x peach#mario wonder#super mario bros wonder#mario#princess peach#bubble flower#luaisy#brotherly love#luigi#princess daisy#toad#yoshi#nabbit#<- the latter appear very briefly but they're there lol#ao3#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link#silenzahra
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