#and tumblr to relax in peace lol

[c4tto626]

whatever the issues, wishing you strength to deal with it! <3

thank you!! 💕 nothing i can't handle, don't worry

[yuckydraws]

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Oh, to be a lil pretty fairy in a magical secret forest. Taking a lil nap on a lil tree with twisted, wild branches. Just peacefully dreaming of what your next lil foraged meal will be. Perhaps you’ll catch a lil swim in the river, or pull a lil prank on some humans tomorrow. But right now? You’re gonna catch a lil sleep.

[txkby]

My experience with the Void State.

Before I discovered the Void State, I practiced meditation regularly in 2022 (literally the year of the Void State on Tumblr), the sensations I had when meditating were truly exquisite, that tranquility and peace are simply incomparable with people, material things, etc.

I swear that nothing has filled my soul like those sensations.

(This is very important, remember it)

I stopped meditating afterwards because I didn't have time and when I wanted to do it I fell asleep, like when you want to get to the Void, don't you think? LOL

I discovered the Void around the beginning of 2023, but I never gave it any importance, i've almost never liked the methods, because it get obsessed, and that's what I did, I got obsessed.

I became so obsessed with the Void that I was constantly looking for information everywhere, on Google, here on Tumblr, Twitter, YouTube, and in endless places.

And every day I spent time doing methods to get there, meditations, affirmations, etc. But I just couldn't get there, I couldn't.

I felt so bad guys, I felt tired, have you ever felt that tiredness that feels more like giving up? That's what I felt.

I felt dissatisfied with my life, and it's hard because you feel ungrateful to the universe, to people, to everything.

But I kept on trying every day to get to the Void, but again, I never got there, not that way.

So I went back to the beginning, I went back to the basics, what is the Void? How do you get there? And I realized that I forgot what the Void really was, I forgot everything because of my desperation and obsession to get there.

What I did to get to the Void was the following:

- I gave up, but not giving up by throwing in the towel, but by letting myself go.

- let it go, detach myself from it

- remember that the Void is a state, it is something attached to us that simply cannot be prevented

- I stopped trying to reach the Void with extreme methods, I stopped trying to get there with steps, with rules.

- I stopped forcing myself to reach the Void, because the Void is not effort, it is relaxation, it is letting go, it is surrendering

- I changed my focus, instead of wanting to reach the Void by manifesting my desires, I changed it to simply having a good time, to relax

- I started doing simple meditations, nothing like "meditation to reach the Void, meditation for this, meditation for that", no, just simple meditations.

- don't look for symptoms because that takes you away from relaxation, it takes you away from the key to reach the Void

- relax, that's the Void, never forget it

And I remembered that the sensations I had when meditating for 2022 were the same as the Void, which means that I had possibly reached the Void State at that time, but since I didn't know about the subject, I didn't make an effort to reach the Void, I just wanted to meditate for fun, and this is very important because when we concentrate and force ourselves to reach the Void, we don't get there, when we are desperate to reach the void we won't get there, when we are anxious to reach the Void we won't get there.

So, after doing all that, remembering all that, I reached the Void.

And it didn't take me more than 1 week after to understand everything I just said.

In the Void I felt what I felt when meditating, that exquisite tranquility, that peace, that happiness, and of course you have no emotions, thoughts and you don't feel your body at all.

I didn't manifest much, I only changed my name, time of birth, my personality, my mentality and voice, because that was why I wanted to get there, I felt bad about myself because during 2020 to 2022 I suffered from depression, my father passed away, the changes that occurred in those times affected me mentally, I had social anxiety, I suffered, it was horrible.

But by manifesting my change of mentality and personality my perspective on life changed, therefore now I am happy.

The thing about my time of birth was simply for fun LOL, and my name, my old name, mmm 🫤 , I never felt identified with it, I was not her.

Like all of you, I suffered for wanting to get to the Void, for looking for symptoms

And not letting myself in getting there, because of my focus, because of my low self-confidence, because of my obsession, because of my desperation.

Give up to enter the Void.

And well guys, that's my experience with the Void, this post is so long but necessary, byee.

(I hope the translation is correct LOL) 🫂😝

[pressureplus]

Hihi!! Back again! (Lmk if you want me to not request so often I don’t want to overwhelm you guys <33)

Could I perchance req a scenario where experiment reader just wants to cuddle with Sebastian (like reader is just snuggled into his chest bc they’re just exhausted.) and then their kid decides to snuggle up on top of the reader?? I genuinely think it’s just a cute idea and I couldn’t stop thinking about it lol

Also!! How are you both? Hope you’re doing well!! <3

-💫

Hello again, 💫, hope you're doing well!

I finally got to that request you thought got eaten by the Tumblr God's like some kind of weird Tumblr Offering. Hope you like it! ❤️

Layers of Fondness

Pairings: Sebastian Solace x GN!Experiment!Reader

Au: [Unnamed]

Warnings: None, I kept this light and fluffy!

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"Oh, Hello there, little star." Sebastian chuckles when his smaller partner comes up to cuddle him, their form already curling up into his chest from where he's been laying for a while now.

"Are you a sleepy little angel?" He teases them lightly, one of his hands coming up to rub at their back in soothing, wide circles.

"Mmmf." To say Y/N's response is short would be an understatement, but the way that their face is buried in his neck ruffle tells him they definitely don't want to be holding a conversation right now.

Smiling, Sebastian traces comforting shapes on their back and begins to hum, hoping to relieve some of that awful tension that's made his lover so exhausted today. Briefly, he ponders what could have done it this time. Maybe an altercation with another experiment? A stock run gone bad, perhaps?

His questions are answered nearly immediately when he hears the tiny patter of footsteps start to waddle their way into the room.

He can only chuckle and grin that sharp, amused smile when tiny hands emerge up from below the side of the bed and grab fistfuls of the bedding, pulling the small body up and into the covers like the little heathen that it is.

"Ah, Right. The attention-hungry baby." Sebastian snickers to punctuate his comment as the little one wiggles and worms it's way up under it's parent's arm, nuzzling in against the both of them.

"Are you finally ready to sleep? After I've been trying to get you down for a nap for two hours?" Tired, smiling relief comes from Y/N when they wrap both their arms around the needy toddler.

"Mmm..." Their shared child's ear fins twitch and it's light flickers slightly to dim with the low energy.

"Well would you look at that, they sound just like you." Sebastian seems more than a little entertained by his own remark.

"Shut up, fish man." Y/N pouts at him, completely unaware those angry eyes are much less than menacing when they're tired and only melt his fishy heart.

"Don't teach them that!" Sebastian scolds playfully, as though he doesn't say so much meaner than that more often than not, and laughs.

"Shut up!" The little, mostly nonverbal toddler proudly mimicks it's role model in the inconvenient and terribly timed way only tiny children seem to be able to do.

"Look what you've done- now it's gonna take after you!" Y/N's husband playfully jabs again, and feins looking anguished.

"You say that like you didn't marry me." Y/N teases him back.

"You say that like I won't take it back." Sebastian makes an empty, joking threat.

"You won't, we both know you can't live without me." They smile back at him before relaxing again, still so sleepy they can hardly keep their eyes open.

He leans in and kisses them on the nose, then goes to place another to the baby's temple.

The pair's little one shifts and turns to lay draped over Y/N's resting form, creating a happy family stack before it drifts and sleeps.

Sebastian goes to make yet another bit of commentary before he stops, seeing his spouse and his toddler already out for the night.

Looking happy yet again and softening, he opts instead to pull the covers up and close his eyes as well.

The collective peace has been a rare one lately, but nobody really seems to mind when the trouble is so cute at the end of the day.

[meganegatari]

doing ellie's makeup? I FEEL LIKE THAT'D BE SO CUTE TY

IMPORTANT. READ THIS FIRST 🇵🇸 AND CLICK HERE TO HELP, IT TAKES 10 SECONDS.

☆:this is adorable omg i <3 fluff. disclaimer: i know absolutely nothing about makeup lol but had fun writing thiss. also fuck ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS A LOT EARLIER THAN I MEANT TO. i wanna take this down to edit it some more, embellish it..but don't wish to lose the ask....tumblr lemme private crap when i've misclicked pls. no warnings, just fluff. except not proofread whoops.

doing ellie’s makeup.

a package had just arrived in the mail. you had previously ordered some new products, and were overjoyed about your purchases! needed to try them out, so you got an idea. she wasn't doing anything important right now….surely your artist girlfriend wouldn't mind being the canvas for a change?

“ellie, can I do your makeup??”

you sat down next to her sprawled out form on the couch, scrolling on her phone mindlessly as she shifted to the side to make space for you. she furrowed her eyebrows and didn't look up from her scrolling to murmur, “mmmmm…sure, why not.” you almost jumped for joy, she was going to look so pretty. ellie almost regretted allowing this, but seeing how happy you looked made her melt immediately. “okay wait here.” you went to gather your basket of products, so excited. she put her phone away and waited patiently for you to return. you returned and sat beside her, but that positioning wasn't allowing you to see properly. “lemme sit on you.” she continued laying down and you got on top of her to straddle her waist, laughing at her facial expressions. she wiggled her eyebrows and held onto your hips, thumbs making little circles, “i'm enjoying this.” she said, making your cheeks heat up the smallest touch. you lightly slapped her hands away, “oh shut up, i can't do this well if i'm not like, 3 inches from your face.” “alright, alright princess,” she said through a chuckle, dropping her arms by her sides. still smirking, proud of her jokes. “put this on.” you hand her a ridiculous looking headband, a pink one with a huge bow in the front, to put on to get her soft auburn hair out of her face, and she shoots you a look, but complies anyway. mischievously rubbing your hands together, you search for the base products to apply first. she watches curiously as you set up all the brushes and sponges to give her the makeover of a lifetime. you select one and show it to her, “i'll do this one, its light coverage because i don't wanna cover your freckles. i love them too much to do that.” she nods along, absorbing the information, her cheeks turning a light pink at the compliment. as you apply all the products to her face, she seems so relaxed. you’d honestly expected her to not be a fan, but it was lovely to see her closing her eyes, and just letting you paint her however you so pleased. it was a win/win situation, a sweet moment for both.

you went through most of the routine, and it was time for eye products. making sure to emphasize your point, “okay, stay veeeeery still.” she seemed so at peace, and nodded to say she heard you. you got closer to her, eyeliner pen in hand and as soon as you made contact with her delicate eyelid, her eye started twitching and she burst into giggles. “hey, that tickles.” “ellie stay still, i’ll poke your eye out, cmon, i’m almost done.” “i’m tryin baby.” steadying your drawing hand, and steadying her by holding onto her cheek, slowly but surely you do her eyeliner. it’s uneven and a little wonky because she couldn’t be as still as needed, but charming, if you do say so yourself. and the final step, you pick out your sparkliest lip gloss. as you were applying the finishing touches, she was watching your focus intently, watching your movements so intimately. “there, done.” you finish and lean away from her, inspecting your work. she almost looked like a different person, but the way you’d done it accentuated her features perfectly, and made her green eyes just pop. she looked stellar. lips plump and sparkly, cheeks wonderfully rosy, like a doll. you squealed, “you look so good!!” she batted her mascara covered eyelashes as she sat up closer to you, who’s still on her lap, and pressed a messy kiss to your lips, smearing her gloss everywhere. “ellieeee, wait i gotta fix it.” you fix her lips, holding onto her chin as you do so, and get up so she can visit a mirror to take a look. she gasped, “oh wow.” you watched as she posed and inspected her makeover in front of the mirror, fascinated. “wow, i don’t look like myself….but i kinda love it." she throws a toothy grin your way. “i’m glad, thanks for letting me els.” she kept inspecting and looking at herself, “y’know, the more i look at this the more i like it. you can practice on me more often if you want.” this made you so happy, she looks great as ever with whatever she decides to do with her appearance, and it was so much fun to do this for her.

[voidarchivefiles]

Ancient void practices

I went through some success stories and tagged the ones that entered the void through yoga nidra and lucid dreaming cos these two ancient practices have always fascinated me since they're deeply centred around our state of consciousness and are also known portals to out of body experiences/shifting/the void. Read them if you need some motivation! Also see my recent post on lucid dreaming if you're interested in entering the void through that.

Anyway, if you have doubts about the void, I think a great anchor is leaning into practices that have roots dating back to ancient times and researching them and of course, reading more widely than just Tumblr. When you do this, you'll know that this state isn't something that was invented by Tumblr and has existed since.. forever because well, it's pure consciousness lol. And the void/turiya/samadhi has been known way before Neville's time. From my research, it's the main goal of yoga practitioners as well but they pursue it for the purpose of enlightenment and peace as opposed to manifesting desires.

The rest of this post is a dump of interesting excerpts from my research on yoga, samadhi and turiya and its links to manifesting, reality shifting and the void state. You can also do your own research although there's no need to overdo it :)

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This extract seems to be talking about reality shifting/manifesting/instant creation. I am curious on where we could learn more about yogis doing this!

Trapped in Your Own World Many yogis have created their own worlds and been trapped in realities like this. I am going into an area which is a twilight zone, but there are many yogis who have created their own world around themselves. A yogi goes into a cave and actually creates his own universe and lives there. This is not a joke. He creates everything that he wants – his own kind of planets, his own kind of earth, his own kind of everything – and lives there very happily. A universe is contained inside the cave. You can create a whole universe in an atom’s space because “here and there” and “this much and that much” are a creation of the mind. There are many yogis like this, but they are no closer to realization than you. He lives in a different world, that is all. He is probably more caught up than you, because he is also the creator. He has learned the art of creation. This does not become an ultimate release. This just becomes a different kind of action, a different way of doing things. An artist draws a new world on a canvas. A yogi actually creates it. The artist’s creation is two-dimensional, whereas the yogi’s is three-dimensional. This is more deceptive. An artist can get so involved in the world he is creating that he starts believing it is true, and it is true for him. A poet believes that whatever he writes is the truth. Similarly, a painter deeply involved in what he is doing believes what he is painting is the truth. When two-dimensional things are like this, if you create three-dimensional things around yourself, you are definitely going to be more caught up with them. Source

To be honest, I have no idea what the difference is between samadhi and turiya in yoga terms. I tried looking into it but it's still not clear to me. If you research into both terms, they come up with very similar definitions.

Yoga nidra and the void (turiya)

By means of Yoga Nidra, skilled practitioners seek to access Turiya, not just when in meditation or absorbed samadhi states, but in all variations of consciousness- encompassing waking, dreaming and deep sleep. They seek lucidity in all states. Yoga Nidra is a powerful practice that guides us beyond mind and in fact turns mind upon itself where its obscuring nature is dissolved to reveal the inner Light that is perennially Bright, with eyes closed or open. Source

What is turiya?

Source: Radiant Rest: Yoga Nidra for Deep Relaxation and Awakened Clarity by Tracee Stanley

Turiya is not a state apart from the grosser states but pervades all levels of reality as superconsciousness. Ramana Maharshi interprets turiya as the natural state that permeates the other states, the only whole reality. The Mandukya Upanishad discusses turiya as pure consciousness, which is indescribable, incomprehensible, and unthinkable by the mind, but ultimately realized as the one true self. Source

The four states of consciousness are jagrat, svapna, shushupti and turiya. Jagrat is waking consciousness, svapna is the dream consciousness, shushupti is the deep sleep consciousness and turiya is higher consciousness which is beyond all previous states. Entering the state of turiya requires inner silence. It can be achieved when the mind is free of mental blocks and bondages with time and space. The goal of yoga and meditation is to achieve turiya, where oneness is felt with the universe. Source

There are three states only, the waking, dream and sleep. Turiya is not a fourth one; it is what underlies these three. But people do not readily understand it. Therefore it is said that this is the fourth state and the only Reality. In fact it is not apart from anything, for it forms the substratum of all happenings; it is the only Truth; it is your very Being. The three states appear as fleeting phenomena on it and then sink into it alone. Therefore they are unreal. Source

[aetherdoesthings]

hiii i hope youre doing well aether! i'm not really a tumblr kind of person but these past few months i've been OBSSESSED with robin and somehow ended up here and i gotta say i really love the way you write her! there isnt NEARLY as much robin content as there should be on here but you feed me so well!! anyway, could i perhaps request robin x femreader where reader gets jealous but hides it when men (sanji and franky) flirt with robin? i'd really appreciate it, and keep up the good work!!

forethoughts: thanks for the kind words! i hope you're doing well too, anon! i haven't done robin in so long or one piece related pieces lol. i hope you enjoy this piece!

notes: fem!reader, angst? jealous!reader

Your other half. Your one and only. Her other half. Her one and only. That was the promise you made with Nico Robin ever since the night you stormed into her room bawling your heart out and confessing all the things you kept locked away in your heart. And thank whichever supernatural deity was watching over you that night, as Robin had patched up your heart and planted kisses all over to mend the ache and sorrow that gnawed at your core. Ever since that night, the Straw Hats started to notice how you were always holding hands with Robin, resting your head on her shoulder or lap, always choosing to be her buddy in the buddy system when they docked at a new island. Robin didn’t mind of course; she was always the one hooking your pinky with hers and leading you to the nearest cafe or bookstore to spend some peace and quiet alone while the world was in motion. 

You knew Robin was a literal goddess; the way she presented herself, the tone she carried, all the little things she did, it was enough to melt your mind and exert all the blood in your body out of your nose. But you knew you weren’t the only one that felt the same and reacted the same whenever Robin ever so slightly looked at you. 

“Robin-chan!” Your fingers around Robin’s hand immediately curled inwards into her delicate skin as you heard a familiar perverted chef sprint your way. You took a sharp inhale, keeping your head facing the town you would explore with Robin alone in your view only.

“Robin-chan! Would you like some of my lovely tiramisu before you go out?” Sanji held up the plate to Robin’s face, his eyes probably turning into hearts. You held back a scowl, subconsciously digging your nails into Robin’s skin to exert your anger. You and Robin had planned to visit a small cafe together; if she took the tiramisu, that meant she wouldn’t be able to eat the meal with you, and that meant you had to eat alone while Robin watched you eat. The thought alone made a low growl exit your mouth, which Robin definitely heard. 

“That’s alright, Sanji.” Robin dismissed with a light hearted laugh, her hand squeezing yours tightly, pulling you back into reality as your muscles instinctively relaxed. 

“But-”

“Come on, let’s go, Y/N.” Robin squeezed your hand again, and led you away, deeper into the heart of the city. You stayed silent during the entire walk, not wanting your girlfriend to know about your… possessive tendencies and thoughts. Why would she want to know about that anyways? You just wanted to put Robin in the center of your world and keep it like that. Only she got to feel your arms wrap around her body tightly and your head buried into the crook of her neck, the whispers of your worries only heard by her ears and her ears alone.

That wasn’t being possessive, right?

“Why the frown, dear?” Robin lightly chuckled, her hand going towards your face, tracing over your lips. “It does not look good on you at all.”

“I- Um…” Your eyes shot down to your shoes. Robin had pulled you to the side of the street, your back touching the brick wall behind you.

“It’s nothing.” You mumbled. “Let’s just go have lunch.”

Robin stared at your facial expression, taking a moment to note how your eyes were downcast, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Well-”

“Oi! Robin! Y/N!” Your fingers dug into Robin’s skin again, clenching your fists as Franky made his thick skull over to the two of you. You had planned to just pull Robin away so you wouldn’t have to endure another conversation, but it was too late. 

“Before you two go make out and be all lovey dovey, wanna check out something cool I made? Only for the two of you first.” Franky flashed a cheshire cat smile. How dare he assume what you and Robin did in your own free time? That perverted cyborg, only dressing those swimming shorts like he never heard of public indecency. Despite winter approaching, you sure felt like summer was still here. You didn’t notice how tight you had dug your nails into Robin’s hand until you felt a tighter grip on your own, a wave of dread and realization washing over you as your shoulders slump. 

“That’s alright, Franky.” Robin chuckled, her other actual hand coming to pat your shoulder.

“But-”

You figured Robin had shot Franky with her signature glare as the cyborg stormed off. She let out a sigh mixed with a chuckle, as you felt her eyes burn into your skull. You forced yourself to meet her eyes, a half frown half smile on your face. 

“I think there’s a ramen shop nearby. Are you interested?” Robin asked.

You blinked in surprise at her nonchalance, at the sight of her curved lips. Robin gave your hand a squeeze, pulling your attention back to reality. You already had forgotten about the cafe the two of you wanted to visit when the word ‘ramen’ left Robin’s mouth. It was your favorite food after all.

But Robin wanted to go to the cafe�� but she chose to go… You bit your lip, your heart sinking at the realization of what Robin was doing. 

“S-Sure.” You mustered out, head hung low as Robin gladly led you to the shop she mentioned. Your mind was alternating between reality and your thoughts, lost in trying to piece together what was happening. Even as you ate your favorite food, listening to the girl of your dreams talk about all the things that interested her, you couldn’t help but feel a drill digging into your heart, made with your own feelings and actions. Even when Robin was asking you if you were alright, you despised yourself for regurgitating out an ‘I’m fine’, which turned out to be the only thing that came out of your mouth the entire time you were out other than grunts and mumbles. No, of course you weren’t fine; you just lied to the only person you called home and she most definitely knew. So you went through the entire day with your mouth shut, your body marinating with dread and guilt as you let Robin shop around, paying everything on your tab. It was the least you could do. Seeing your nail marks in her palm was enough to make your stomach churn and head light.

Things didn’t get better when you got on the Sunny too. You mainly stayed silent, watching Robin interact with the rest of the Straw Hats, tuning out Luffy’s screaming as you sat next to your girlfriend silently, nibbling on your dinner. Not like you had an appetite anyways. You excused yourself from the raucous group, trudging back to your room, the memories of your actions and the effects of them playing over in your head. You opened the door to your shared room with Robin, staring at the neatly made bed and the fluffed up pillows, a mug filled with your favorite drink on your nightstand. The sight made your heart ache more, as you picked up a pink flower petal from the bed, the corners of your eyes starting to burn. Even when you were acting like a child and being mean, she was still being sweet and kind. 

Robin had arrived shortly after, curtly informing you that she was to shower. Alone. Without you. You swallowed down all sense of pride and confidence you had in being a good girlfriend, watching the door to your bathroom close as the sound of the shower turned on. So you sat on the wooden chair of your desk, your knees to your chest, too afraid to touch the perfectly made bed. Robin stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a plain white t-shirt and shorts, her hair bundled up inside a towel. Once she slipped underneath the covers was when you felt comfortable to move. 

Your shoulders tensed, fear coursing through your body as you shuffled your feet over to Robin, head hung low and lips quivering, unable to make eye contact with the woman you love. How could you? You didn’t live up to her expectations. You broke the promise of being the girlfriend that would never hurt her significant other. You were… just pathetically in love with the woman that you never deserved to meet and share a bed with.

“...I’m sorry.” You croaked out, tears welling in your eyes as you trembled. “I’m sorry for hurting you and being a bad girlfriend. I never wanted to hurt you and make you give up on the chance to go to that cafe you wanted to go to just for me when I didn’t deserve it because I hurt you and I feel really bad about it and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

You looked down, hands reaching over to grab your pillow. “I’ll sleep on the couch in the library…”

“Y/N.” Robin finally said, her actual hand on your wrist, as she slipped out of the blankets, standing up. Her hands cupped your face, fingers gently wiping your tears away as you trembled and sobbed like a child whose toy just broke. “Please don’t do that. That’ll just make me more upset.”

Your eye flinched at Robin’s statement, as you looked at the ground. “I’m sorry…” you whimpered. Stupid. You couldn’t even do anything to make her happy.

“Oh, darling.” Robin pressed her lips against your forehead, her arms and more wrapping around your body, pulling you closer to her chest before you could protest or complain. “We all have our days where things don’t go as planned, or you perform an action that wasn’t that good. But we are all still human. We are prone to mistakes. And that’s okay. You just had a bad day. We all have bad days. After all, we are human.” Robin brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Please don’t beat yourself up for it. Come on.”

The archaeologist scooped your body up, carrying you over to the bed. She laid your body down on top of her, your head resting against her chest as her arms trapped you from moving away. Her hand brushed your hair, rubbing small circles around your scalp. The action was enough to make you numb against her body, your mind only focused on feeling the rise of her chest and the steady thudding of her heartbeat. You nuzzled your head into Robin’s chest, allowing yourself to finally melt into her touch.

“...I promise I’ll be better next time.” Your eyes met Robin’s ocean blue ones.

Robin’s lips curled into a thin smile, chuckling to herself. “I know you will.”

[catnteawrites]

Holding hands with Daryl

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Warnings: fluffy, sweet . A/N: This is my first fic and first time using Tumblr so I am honestly just lost lol. English is not my first language, so I am sorry for any spelling errors! Enjoy!!!

Daryl isn't someone used to positive physical touch, so getting him to relax and trust you that much took a while

The first time you took his hand into yours, his words got stuck in his throat, and he had no idea what to say

"Errr... whatcha doin?"

"Your hands are so much bigger than mine." You said this as you kept lazily pressing the palm of your hand against his and observing how they looked together, enjoying the wholesomeness of the moment

Daryl gave up on talking, opting to watch you and enjoy the moment

He kept looking at you, how you innocently played with his fingers and blushed as a warm feeling spread through his chest

He especially noticed how soft your hand felt against his rough, calloused one, loving the feeling of running his thumb over yours

After that, he grew to love holding your hands

Used them to silently communicate with you, especially when he wasn't sure what to say

Holds your hand tight after something happens to you, like he wants to make sure you're still there

Looks for excuses to grab your hand, like helping you over a fallen tree and climbing his motorcycle

Holding your hand gave him a feeling of peace and comfort, and he loved it

[lains-reality]

hello! i rlly love your blog and the way you explain things

how do i just apply? whenever i do i stress that i’m doing it wrong because i feel overwhelmed by the amount of info and things i have to make sure i’m doing right then i spiral and over consume again. i don’t want to rely on tumblr anymore.

what’s the simplest way to apply all of this and just “manifest” (i don’t rlly like this word bc it implies there’s a process or that i’m trying to get) my dream life? thank you

hi! ty!

it takes some courage! i also read a lot as a way to feel secure, but eventually i just got tired and just decided 'i have no more fears from this day on! done with this!' and i made it a practise to stop avoiding myself whenever something comes up

its all very natural, i can't say how you'll just finally decide that your over this lol

"whenever i do i stress that i’m doing it wrong because i feel overwhelmed by the amount of info"

well, learn how to stop yourself in the moment. you're putting too much pressure on your character! it only know what it knows now, it will not accept anything outside of what it already knows! thats why you leave it alone. read all you want to read, but stop when you feel like you have to. like you must. let yourself relax.

"i don’t want to rely on tumblr anymore."

good! keep going!

"what’s the simplest way to apply all of this"

just do it. try it and see. something that is a recurent theme in all the posts and book i read, is to try it. experiment. just for this one moment, let all the worries go. promise to never make problems for yourself again. you've given up troubles now, no more. just test it and see. surrender. let the mind cry and scream, for this moment, you won't allow it to deter you from freedom.

i'll give a list of stuff that helped me

theres only now -> stop bringing the past to now, learn to sit in the present moment

stop avoiding emotions, sit with the fear, discomfort etc

you already are Self! nothing can undo that!

be patient

non attachment (or detachment)

experiment - take something you already know and test it

question everything

find out what are the stories you want, what the desire will supposedly give you

it is not necessary to get rid of thoughts or images just stop deriving identity from them

"am i arguing for my limitations?"

soon more lovely thoughts and images will appear in your awareness and you can choose what you want

can you outgrow it? not you. observe it? not you. in the absense of it, you don't dissapear? not you.

be okay with not having it. get to a place where no one and no thing can disturb you (and your happiness and peace)

just see how absurd all this shit is. like i was born? what was it like before i was born? why is it normal to hear your voice in your head? no one knows what tomorrow is but we all worry abt it, where tf does the voice in your head come from? how can we actually identify feelings, what if the feeling pride isn't actually pride and you've been lied to? do you know how crazy this is for an infant?! we say we are an [x] person and that changes and so we say we are an [y] person, so who are we?? if we can change like that? being a human is confusing, seek the truth out and question all

just start to disidentify as the body-mind. when you disidentify as the body-mind you'll start to feel better as all the pressure you put on your character falls away. this will intice you to keep going as you feel freer!

have fun!! go and live life!! appriciate what you have now - this is all expressing the character, omnipr3sence, perfectly! you'll start to see "i barely thought abt x 2 days ago and now i see it here lol" "i was worrying about y and now i see it here too" "oh so this comes along with being the character too, maybe i should change that story"

you're in your own dream, see it as your dream and you'll start seeing the connections.

no need to convince the character, just move on. let yourself doubt this 'reality'

disclaimer: i'm still learning too! so please keep practising and have your own epiphanies!

reading

habit

no need to convince

behaviour

[a-lonely-dunedain]

ok question! related to this post by @gwynbleiddyn that I see resonated with the folks here on lotro tumblr:

the devs have given you permission to add 1 (one) quest of your design into the game, specifically doing something fun/low-stakes with one or more Rangers post-war. What are you doing and with which Ranger(s)?

I'll go first: (under the cut bc it got longer than intended)

Corunir has been enlisted to help do repairs in the lower circles of Minas Tirith. And by "enlisted" I mean "Corunir Does Not Know How to Take A Break and needs to be constantly helping people, so he showed up wouldn't leave until the foreman gave him something to do"

Now, as this quest would have to be located in Minas Tirith Midsummer, the foreman is not particularly comfortable saddling this war-hero with busywork when he should be celebrating the end of the war he helped bring about! nevermind that that's what literally every other quest in midsummer is making the PC do shh don't worry about it

ANYWAY, he's got a plan, but he needs your help with it. Around dusk, he wants you to tell Corunir that there's some repairs that need done on the top of the wall at east side of the 2rd circle, which coincidentally just so happens to be where the best view of the fireworks they're setting off at the gates is. Also be sure to bring along this plate of snacks and some comfy pillows to sit on.

so when Corunir gets up there he's like "that's weird, I don't see any damage up here-" and then he sees the fireworks starting to go off, that you brought snacks, and puts two and two together and is like "oh darn, it looks like I've been tricked into watching a fireworks show, you devious trickster you (affectionate)"

so you guys get to hang out and watch the fireworks for a bit, and afterwards Corunir laughs at the fact that you literally had to trick him into relaxing and having a good time. Perhaps you have a point, he should allow himself some time to actually enjoy the peace they fought so hard for. He recalls Radanir had proposed the Rangers should do a pub-crawl later, and now thinks he should take him up on the offer. (and, of course, the PC should be allowed to join in, but alas I'm only allowed to add One quest as per my own rules lol)

[jadehaven]

ELRONDRIEL WEEK DAY FIVE | Post S2

Not sure if tumblr is the place to post fics but I don’t have an AO3 account yet and I’m too inpatient to wait for my invite lol. Once I’m set up on there I’ll do a repost, but for now, enjoy a little 3k fluffy one shot! And go easy on me, I never, ever write fantasy 🙃

Breathe Me In

By Jade Haven

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Cold.

Where am I?

Ice pricked at her skin, dry as bone and sharp as sword as it chiselled her body. Every vigorous wrestle was deemed useless as a foreign numbness crippled her flesh. The weight of her body was being dragged down; her shoulders shivering as her head fell below the murky surface.

I can’t, I can’t—.

Her cries were absent in her throat. A sound only she herself could hear, drumming in her ears as loud as the rapid pulse of her heart. But as she reached for the last light above, her chest was seized and her breath escaped her.

“Touch the darkness,”

She squeezed her eyes shut in defiance— No.

Heat pooled below the surface of her skin. It grew hotter and hotter as it’s flames clenched her very soul. She shuddered once more, hands coming up to grasp herself, skin burning and freezing with every sharp exhale.

“I only wish to heal you.”

No, She persisted.

“Touch the darkness.”

With every turn of her body, it became all the more clear that her efforts to resist were in vain. She was sinking, rapidly.

“Galadriel,”

She choked and gasped, desperate to fill her lungs with light— a light she could no longer distinguish at so great a depth, despite the scalding sensation above her heart.

“Gala—“

“No—!”

When Galadriel opened her eyes, she was sitting upright. Relief washed over her in giant waves. She was breathing. Shaken with turmoil, her hand rose to touch the warm spot below her collarbone. Her fingers traced over the rigid outline of the scar that lay below her linen nightgown, and her shoulders relaxed finally. The wound had sealed up weeks ago, but every night she woke from restless slumber as if it had been ripped open over and over again. Several times she swore she’d felt the dampness of blood soaking through her blouse— but every sunrise revealed her pure white garments had remained untouched by the remnants of her past.

Once she had steadied her breath to a slow rhythm, she turned to draw in the sight of her surroundings. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the low light, pitch dark if not for the freckles of moonlight that scattered over her sleeping quarters. A weight lifted as she let a sigh roll off her tongue.

The same handwoven roof lay atop her tent, held by twigs and branches that had been provided by the war sanctuary itself. A clay carafe rested beside her cot, with fresh spring water that lay still in the vessel. It was a ponderous miracle, how the sanctuary had managed to give the fugitive elves everything they needed— everything except true rest, for a haunted immortal soldier.

Galadriel tilted her head down to where she spun Nenya around her index finger. She had always known the rings would only be able to protect so much of her eternal being. Each night terror had been a ferocious reminder that even with their power, she was vulnerable. Sensing the panic rising in her chest, she decided a moment away from her resting place might be something of reassurance for her.

As she stepped out of the tent, her lungs drank in the freshness of the night. Imladris was never too warm nor too cold. It was heaven in this way, a little glimpse of Valinor on earth. Despite the war with Sauron, it held in itself an ever-growing hope. A pleasant newness, and anticipation of victory. She wouldn’t go far, only a few hundred steps, down to the river bank to splash some water on her flushed face. The moss had grown into a perfect cushiony path for her to follow, soft as silk and sand. With the rings guarding the forest haven, there was peace and assurance among the people. But the High King had ordered elven soldiers to be posted around the camp regardless. In the silence of the night, it was clear she was the only elf awake among them.

The gleam of starlight had cast a glow so bright over the waters that it looked almost as if the river was lit from within. It sang out its own tranquil melody, echoing the harmonious words of travellers past. Even Galadriel’s reflection showed her skin brighter than ever, her hair a radiant glow against the contrasting shadows of the deep wood. It was all it took for her to remember who she was— a friend of the light.

She could feel herself growing closer to it, her soul on the brink of serendipitous peace, when the stillness of solitude broke. A snap of a branch behind her sent adrenaline surging through her bloodstream. She reached for her pocket blade and—

“Galadriel?”

There he stood— flowing brown locks and armour that sculpted his figure to perfection— several feet away from her along the riverbank. His piercing grey eyes found hers, and the storm that had stirred up in her chest immediately stilled.

“Elrond,” She breathed out.

Their words retreated into the night; the forest’s life source quietly humming around them. If it weren’t for the river’s lullaby, the silence between them would have been deafening.

She’d wondered when this moment would come. With the burden of several elf families uprooted from their homes, Elrond had made it a matter of his own to renew their sense of stability. Between foraging for supplies, strategizing with Gil Galad, and tending to the villager’s wounds, they hadn’t had a sliver of a moment to themselves. They hadn’t had a moment this private since the ruse.

An age had gone by when Elrond spoke at last. “Is everything alright?”

Galadriel studied the angles of his face where the moonlight danced over him. Everywhere but his eyes, she looked.

“Is there reason for it not to be?” She played.

“I saw you come from your quarters. I suspect the healer elves have advised that you rest…”

Of course. She needn’t pretend that he couldn’t see through her— they were equally aware of his ability to do so. But it didn’t stop her from evading the truth.

“How can I rest? Knowing as much as I do of the evil that persists, despite the comfort of night?” She reasoned to him.

Elrond stepped closer, mirroring her stance beside the water. Their reflection together drew a regal image, sparkling as sun and moon combined.

He turned to face her. “I’m not sure there is any one elf that has spent as much time convincing me of the ring’s greatness as you have.” With his head he gestured slowly to the sanctuary surrounding them. “You are safe here.” His tender smile for her was the very depiction of grace. It was enough to open the door every time.

She kept her focus on the water, but her body faced his, only inches apart now. A sigh escaped his lips, and he brought his fingers to her face to turn it toward him.

Forced to meet his gaze now in the star’s spotlight, the elf commander lowered her defences. A single tear slid down her cheek, still warm from the previous rush of panic, as she melted into his touch.

“Elrond.” She paused to swallow the crackle in her speech. Desperate to keep her composure, her words came out in a whisper, “You have not seen what I have seen.”

He cupped her shoulders with both his hands as he studied her eyes. She shuddered when he brought his palm to her chest, allowing his thumb to trace where the fabric hid the near-fatal crown wound. When he met her eyes again, fear stared back at him. It was as if her very soul was pleading with him, begging him to do something— more than he knew he could.

“You do not fight this alone, Galadriel. I see your pain as if it my own. I promise theres not a moment of my waking where I do not wish to trade places with you— if the rings could grant me the chance to go back, you know I—“

“Elrond.” Galadriel broke his spiral. “These rings cannot prevent the damage from being done… only heal that which has been destroyed. You have fought battles harder than I ever will.”

He held her stare; the longest they’d locked eyes since he’d closed the final gap that had ever stood between them. Space felt objective when she was in his presence, like close was never close enough— but there had always been that small, unexplored chasm. He knew it all too well, now. Perhaps there needn’t be unexplored space anymore; still, he’d never dare to cross that sacred border again.

The air around them felt warm. Each note the river sang out wrapped them in a bittersweet sonnet, whispering words that had been written on their hearts but never uttered aloud. Galadriel recognized the urge she so often carried to come closer to him, rest her forehead against his. Only now, her foresight was muddled, and not even Nenya could warn her of what she might do if she were to share a breath with him now.

Still, the breeze laced around their stagnant bodies, weaving itself tighter and tighter. She had barely noticed that his hand had entwined itself into hers alongside them. For Elrond, it was an instinct he’d discovered a long time ago. In all but one moment, the river slowed to a still. Perhaps Galadriel was only imagining it, but the sudden quiet of the night and the way the starlight gently caressed her face thawed something in her. Something that had been frozen for thousands of years.

“Galadriel,” He began to say, but when he caught the moon’s reflection in her eyes, words escaped him. There was too much to say. Thank you— he wanted desperately to thank her— for forgiving him, and for trusting him. He wanted to encourage her, to loosen every worry that gripped her heart. And most of all, he wanted to tell her how radiant she looked, how captivating her light truly was.

She opened her mouth to speak over him, but someone else’s voice sounded out. A soft whistle rang in their ears, drawing their attention to the northwest hill.

Arondir, the Silven Elf, stood with a full quiver on his back, as he always did.

“Forgive me, My Lady,” The wind carried his words down the path, and he nodded toward the she-elf. “Commander Elrond is to know that I am taking his place at the east post. He’ll rest til the morning, when the High King will request his presence.”

Elrond looked to Galadriel before confirming the message with Arondir. “Very well,” he called back. “Thank you, my friend.” Arondir exchanged one gentle smile between the two of them before hiking off into the night. As quick and quiet as he had arrived, he left.

Elrond let out a breath that Galadriel swore she heard relief in. “I suppose my patrol for the night is over.”

Galadriel kept her face downward. The nightlife noise had returned, drowning out any persistent thoughts of intimacy that might’ve been just moments before. Elrond curved his neck upward to take in the view of the star speckled sky. “The sun will be up soon. I think it’s time you take your healer’s word to heart, no?” There was a velvety chuckle in his words. It prided him to know what was best for her. She’d never known kindness in this way, and even in her stubbornness, she welcomed it.

“Evil does not sleep, Elrond.” She teases with a playful glint in her eye.

His brow raised as that smooth grin slid onto his face. “Ah yes,” He taunted lightly, “And what does that say about you?”

Her mouth gaped open at him to say something, but his victory was clear. She squinted her eyes and scrunched her nose at his charmingly smug face. “Alright.” She walked ahead of him to start the trek back up the hill, “To prove my virtue, I am willing to let you take me home. I do not promise to let you watch me sleep, though.”

He caught up quickly and matched her walking speed. “A fair proposition. Though you fail to remember that we are both,” He leaned into her ear as their shoulders brushed, “Terrible promise keepers.” If it weren’t for the density of the forest, she was sure their giggling would wake the other members of the camp. They dropped their voices to a mumble as they made their way through the village of refuge.

Galadriel’s sleeping arrangement was high above the other forest dwellers, tucked into the cliffs and sheltered by a canopy of moss-glazed tree roots. Elrond had sought to it that she receive royal treatment from the few elven healers and maidens among them. He’d emphasized the importance of giving her a serene space to regain her strength, and the attendants had prepared it well. When he opened the curtain of the tent, his eyes examined the room. The water pitcher he’d had fetched for her remained perched aside her cot, and fresh clothes for her to wear had been folded at the foot of it. But the sheets were rumpled and twisted. Had he not come across his dear friend wandering a river bank in the dead of night, he wouldn’t bat an eye. Instead, his brow furrowed, and he cast an knowing glance to her.

Guilt fell over Galadriel’s face. In the time they’d been occupied with their own restorative efforts, she hadn’t had the chance to confess to Elrond. She knew how much care and attention he’d put into her treatment— the last thing he needed was another unknown on his shoulders. Despite the healing efforts of the elves, the use of the rings, and holistic elvish medicine, the nightmares had increased in frequency. It was only a matter of time before he, and perhaps everyone in the camp discovered the depravity of her situation.

She joined him beside the bed. His eyes found her face, but allowed her the grace to keep hers away. They stood for a long minute as his mind pieced it together.

“Evil does not sleep…” He muttered, turning to face his body to her. “What evil has been harrowing you?” His hand reached for her chin, gently turning her to him, eyes darting in between hers. In this moment, he needn’t beg. His tender gaze was all she needed for him to undo her.

Silent, hot tears were suddenly streaming down her face. Her breath staggered and her chest heaved as she tried to control herself. Elrond caught her immediately in his arms, leading her gently to the cot. They sat on the edge, and she expressed every last detail of the terrorizing nights she’d had. By the end of it, her best friend had swiped his own face several times. There was no pain in this world like the pain of knowing hers. His blood raged through his veins, and yet, somehow stilled to a stop upon hearing her anguish. He willed to do anything he could to make it right.

“I just feel so… alone, Elrond.” She managed through a few sharp breaths. “This darkness, it’s as if it only knows me, only seeks me, and comes for me when I’m at my weakest, alone at the mercy of the night…”

He didn’t care for personal space anymore. Her body fell perfectly into his when he pulled her in, and after several moments had gone by, their breaths synced into a slow cadence. When he was sure she had released all the remnants of her affliction, Elrond pulled away and took her hands in his. “Cin are ú- eriol, Galadriel.”

She raised her head to him, letting her eyes run all over his face. Only now had it became unbearably obvious how much she’d missed him. This is how it was supposed to be between them, no matter how much they sought to reason with it— they were two pieces of one prize. Constantly in each other’s orbit, regardless of distance or time. It didn’t matter what rift might come between them— being with him felt right.

For a fleeting moment, her body left the room and travelled in time to the day she thought she might never be with him again— Adar’s camp.

His eyes were soft on her the way they’d been on that day. She could feel it flooding her memory all over again, and in attempt to wrestle the thoughts back down, she pried her eyes away from him.

Elrond blinked himself out of the haze she’d brought him into. He wished not to steal sleep away from her, though he could sit and bask in her light for hours— whisper all his wonderings until time itself was of question. He stood up from the cot and grabbed the jar of water, a scrap of silk cloth, and passed them for her to dab her puffy eyelids. She was already retreating from the place of vulnerability she’d reached with him.

“You needn’t worry, Elrond. This battle will be won in the end. Even the internal ones will soon be of distant memory.”

“Not without rest, they won’t.”

He paused, familiarizing himself with the shaking unease that stirred in him before he was about to do something that he could never come back from. Something that any elf would surely question, and any human would doubtfully admire. He knew she was waiting for him to draw the curtain and leave her to her humble abode. Instead, he took off his cloak.

Galadriel blinked at him but remained seated. He watched her uncanny expression as he laid it at her bedside. Next he removed his armour and padding, along with his sword, resting it against the wall of the tent. She followed him with inquisitive eyes, but didn’t question him aloud until he gathered the remaining blankets and lay them adjacent to hers. Finally he took the pitcher from her hands and set it aside.

“Elrond,” She protested. “You cannot sleep here.” But her words sounded more of a query than a command.

He looked right through her, locking eyes with the part that was begging him to stay. In no life could he abandon it.

“And you cannot sleep alone.” He smiled, taking his place beside her on the makeshift mattress. He gave her no other chance to object.

“There will be no more question of it. If only I am to know of your agony, then it is I who shall seek to ease it.”

Galadriel’s face warmed and a subtle smile spread across her cheeks. Kindness, she thought. There is no kindness like his.

She carefully brought her body to lay beside him. Never had she pondered before how much space was acceptable between them, but now the suspicion hung in the air above their heads. Was it all that unusual to desire closeness? To want to wrap her legs around his, move his hand to the pocket of her waist, and breathe him in? She felt his eyes on her, and swiftly shut her own. Night was drawing her into a dream, she thought. It was only Elrond.

For Elrond, whatever consequence would come of his decision— either of head or heart— he wagered it a matter of tomorrow. He rested his gaze upon her face until he could keep his eyes open no more. With the soft sound of her sighing into slumber, he too, drifted from consciousness. The sun would rise and the new day would bring countless obstacles for him and the elves of lmladris to resolve— but in this moment, a space was carved out in their mortal realm. A space for only them, to heal, to rest— to be with each other. He wanted to stay in it forever, share this air with her forever.

A breath of heaven; a glimpse of Valinor on earth.

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Thanks for reading !!

Couple notes: Elrond says to Galadriel in Sindarin, “You are not alone” in case you can’t read elvish lol. I def cannot, so.

Did my best to proofread but it’s probably not perfect. I crunched to get this in last minute for elrondriel week!

Lastly, please don’t repost without giving credit <3 thanks so much!

xo, Jade

[echoeternally]

Echo’s Newer Bowsario Fanfics!

Lol, I was gonna use "latest" for the title, but "newer" got a giggle out of me, so, there we go.

Anyway! Hello to my selective few Bowsario (aka Bowser/Mario) shipping fans. I know there aren't very many of us out there, lol, but hey, we exist! And we have what fun we can.

It's been a few years since I made this kind of post, but I collected the fanfics that I've written in the past (found on this link and then also on this one too) for the pairing.

The content is easy enough to organize elsewhere, but I thought it'd be nice to put it in a convenient spot here too. And maybe some new readers will be delighted by the finds?

So, I figured I'd add a new one, since I've added a bit of new stories since the last post. And I'll share the old stories like I did before as well, because why not?

Presenting the list of the lesser-viewed Enemies-to-Lovers greats!

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Amid the Roses - Set in an alternate universe where Mario and Bowser are removed from the Mushroom Kingdom conflicts, this stars the pair as a flower shop owner and tattoo parlor artist respectively. They end up meeting and bonding in a new way here!

Constellation Quelling - A much more traditional fare for the couple, this story has Bowser interrupt Mario while he's alone and relaxing. They bicker at first, but soon open up to one another in a way neither really expected, and the stars above certainly set a mood...

Distant Dawn - Based on a fanfic prompt from years ago on Tumblr, this is a short story to show some early morning musings from Bowser, who considers how his new relationship with Mario can develop, while a secretly not-slumbering Mario listens.

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Along with those latest stories listed above, there were a couple of updates to my ongoing Bowsario fanfic, which started a decade ago.

That feels weird to post! But, with some new updates from earlier in the year and more since the last posts, I'll add that below here.

Eternally Never Yours - An ongoing fanfic that details a full affair between Bowser and Mario, as they try to make their seemingly impossible relationship a reality, while struggling to deal with the Mushroom Kingdom at large.

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As for the rest, I'll be copying and pasting those below here, so that they can be included too. Makes it a little easier to find it all in one place, I think, right?

Mario’s Defender - A fanfic for Mar10 Day, it tells the story of Mario overhearing some unkind comments about himself, and then a certain someone (Bowser) going back against them. 

Time for Tea - Peach has a small tea party gathering between herself and her friends, the Mario Bros. She wanted the brothers to invite their partners, but didn’t realize who Mario would bring until it was too late. Daisy, however, wants to hear the story of how they got together! 

Red and Blue - In a slight change to the usual storytelling, this is a story that doesn’t use any dialogue to describe tender moments between Bowser and Mario while they explore a relationship together, going over their thoughts. 

Bowser’s Beard - For Bowser Day, a story where Mario and friends go to find out where Peach has been taken, but then find Bowser’s Castle mostly empty when they get there…save for one hairy Koopa King.

Quiet Life - In a “what if…?“ styled story, Bowser is essentially exiled in exchange for the Koopas finally being at peace with the Mushroom Kingdom. Mario is the one that brings comfort to him. 

Inn’s Covers - While going to an inn before a golf tournament, Mario ends up paired in a room with Bowser. They slowly learn to get along, and then some. 

Upon A Dream - After taking a mystical pendant, Bowser ends up in a dream where he’s married to Mario, and grows to not hate it. 

Heart of the Ancient Kingdom - Mario and Bowser are sent on a quest back to the oldest parts of the Mushroom Kingdom to retrieve a rare jewel. They go back to World 1-1 of their earliest adventures, and grow closer too. 

A Spirited Story - Based on Super Smash Bros., the spirits of Wolf and Fox get into a chase sequence of sorts. Mario and Bowser are among the couples they visit. Not quite from this year, but I’ve included it too. 

Wild Cards - A tennis story that focuses on Wario and Waluigi, but has a good deal of shipping support for Mario and Bowser. Also, Bowser wears his tennis outfit and Mario approves. 

Jolly Season - A Christmas special that features not only Bowser and Mario as a couple, but some fluff for Peach and Pauline as one too!

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Actually, you know what? Speaking of Peach/Pauline, I may as well include those fanfics here too. What the heck, you know?

This group is a series of stories that I started, um...also a decade ago! But, I've only stirred up the latest fanfic recently, so, gotta get to work on that one again.

Nevertheless, if you're a fan of Mario and Bowser being gay, then I hope you might enjoy Peach and Pauline doing so too!

Toying With Her - The first in the series, where Pauline finds a new object of her affections in the famous princess of the Mushroom Kingdom. Set prior to Pauline's return as mayor in Mario Odyssey! (This story was from years before that even existed.)

Toying With Them - Sequel to the first, Pauline finds herself invited back to Peach's Castle, and finds several more lovely ladies to inspire her toys. Though she's only musing her crushes, that might not be the case forever...if one happens to read between the lines...

Toying With Peril - Finally set after Pauline's return in Odyssey, Miss Mayor comes back to the Mushroom Kingdom...only to find Peach kidnapped and Mario totally unavailable for the rescuing! Guess who gets to step up to the plate this time? Ongoing for now, but do you think Peach will finally learn of and return Pauline's feelings...?

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Ha, I haven't done this for a few years. It's nice to see them all together again. Last time was in 2021, and now we've got this in 2024; I didn't think I'd have enough for another round.

Anyway, I know there are fewer fans of them, but for anyone that might be curious to try fanfics featuring Mario and Bowser as a couple, here's my current listing for them.

Meanwhile, if you want stories from other lovely authors, be sure to explore the tag link which I’ll be adding in right here for Bowser/Mario on AO3! It's grown a lot more since I last posted. There are even new regular posters for the pairing besides me!

Though I'm less practiced on Peach/Pauline (they're called Peachline, if I'm not mistaken), they've grown a bit more from my one-off notion of the ladies in love. (Started that back in 2014!) Find some authors that explore the pairing in better detail here. Hope you enjoy!

Part of me likes the idea of writing some more one-shots for Bowsario fanfics at least, and of course finishing that Peachline story in the future. ENY still has some ways to go, but it's moving towards its later stages finally. I wonder what this will look like next time...

Ah, neither here nor there.

For new readers, welcome, and if you've made it this far, thank you for reading and stroking your curiosity! Hope you enjoy.

For older readers, welcome back! If you find something new or want to revisit an older story, I hope you do so and enjoy too.

To everyone, thank you for reading this, and spending a little while with me! If you read any of the stories, please enjoy! Hope you all take care and have a wonderful day.

[caramelstarlight]

Yey!! but anyway Tighnari x reader that hangs out with the Rishboland Tigers and Spinocrocodile but they’re super chill and friendly with the reader. And don’t worry about running out of requests from me. I’m super hyperfixed on Genshin right now and especially with Fontaine coming next patch :) I’m getting Lyney.

OoOoOoooooooOooOoo!!!! :0 (Also thanks for helping me stay alive on tumblr lol)

Pocahontas that you? /j

Also I got shining Glitter in my first 10 pull on her banner. On the day she came out. Luck is backkk. Forgot to post it lol

Take a bad drawing :) (I need to draw better smh)

One with the Forest!

(Totally not his burst or skill hehhehhehehehhehehhehehhehhehhhhhhee)

Fluff bc yes. this feels short but I didn’t know what to add pfft.

Tighnari x Reader

Multiple animals gathered around you. Dusk birds landing on nearby branches and peacefully co-existing with the rishboland tigers. They all stayed calm near you due to your calming and peaceful presence. Always happening an animal in need.

Butterflies landed on your shoulders,foxes sat on rocks with spinocrocodiles resting with the bird buddies. As you hummed a gently and mesmeric melody. Keeping the peace between the animals. Knowing the animals near you with your eyes closed.

Some Rishboland tigers rubbed their faces near your legs. Foxes pawing at your feet as you opened your eyes. Seeing Tighnari who appeared in front of you. Some scurried away seemingly to make an opening for him. Seemingly calm around him as you barely moved a muscle.

He sat down near a few foxes. Using his hand to support his head as he watched you lovingly. Wagging his tail slowly and relaxing himself.

After you finished your humming the animals moved away. Satisfied and Tighnari came up to you as you got up. “I never knew you could sing or hum so wonderfully.” He’d state as he hugged you. “It’s music to anyone’s ears.” Tighnari said to you when you embraced the hug.

“Thank you Tighnari.” You would reply to him as you both sat in the comfortable silence. Wrapping his tail around you effortlessly and bringing you closer. Hugging you as you leaned into his chest. Both of your views focused on the sky and the water. Watching the lotus’s sway slowly with each wave.

He seemed to be more clingy than usual. But he’s busy with work so it’s rare to see him off. He most likely found you on a patrol or during research. Watching as Rishboland tigers letter you pet them. Amazed at how close you were to the animals in the forest and how much trust they placed into you. Slightly jealous that you didn’t pet his ears or tail.

“How are you so close with them?” “They hear me sing often and I always help them so they know I’m not a threat.” You’d tell him. Intrigued by your answer. Humming softly again.

“Just like you say, One with the Forest Tighnari~” you’d say to him as he and you both laughed. Watching a finch land on his head between his ears. Flicking them as you used a finger to put the finch on your finger. Showing it to Tighnari for a few moments. Trying to not trigger his more animalistic side, it flew off to a nearby branch.

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Here's a kinda angsty thought I have with dateables!

Okay, the brothers and side characters (not Luke ofc) love MC, yeah? And MC makes it very clear the brothers are their first choice whenever they have to choose between them and the side characters.

Imagine Diavolo, Barbatos and Solomon hell maybe even Thirteen when they realize no matter what they do, the brothers will always be on top for MC. Sure, MC is great with them but they only truly relax and show their real self with the brothers and it shows.

What do you think? [BTW have a great night/day!]

MY FRIEND I AM SO SORRY.

Apparently this ask was sent way back in October?!?! It only just showed up today!!! Tumblr, whyyy??

I got your other ask today, too and I will answer that one as well! But I think this must have been the mystery message my ask box kept telling me was there, but I could never see it?! It was like you have 1 message, but then it'd also be like your ask box is empty and I was like which is it?!

I'm so sorry if you thought I just ignored your ask 😭

That is absolutely not my style at all, so a note to everyone who has ever sent me an ask: if I don't respond in maybe a week, please send it again!! I usually answer asks within a couple days, but I'm saying a week just in case I have some extenuating circumstances lol.

ANYWAY lemme actually answer your ask from two months ago! 😭

I think about the potential of this scenario when I wanna get angsty lol.

So here is what I think it would be like for the side characters realizing that MC will always choose the brothers over them:

Diavolo: Ahh, our prince would be so gentlemanly about it. Especially if MC ended up with Lucifer specifically. But either way, I think he would prioritize MC's happiness over his own. He would see MC's choice as a good one. He would see the way the brothers love MC. He would get sad about it sometimes and I think he'd have some sleepless nights where he wishes MC was beside him. But in the end, he would focus on his job and let MC go. Seeing them be comfortable and happy with the brothers would bring him a sort of bittersweet happiness, too.

Barbatos: I think Barbatos would withdraw. I think he would become quieter and even more formal around MC than he already was. He respects MC's choice. I also feel like he would deliberately restrain himself in order to keep the peace. He cares too much about Diavolo, the brothers, & the state of the Devildom to really fight for MC's affections.

Simeon: Quiet suffering, but willing to cry about it when he needs to. Like I see him being honest with himself about how much it hurts, but never letting anyone else know. He would watch MC with a soft fondness, but from afar. Willing to let them be with the brothers if that's what makes them happiest.

Solomon: To be expected. Solomon already believes this. He already thinks MC is going to choose the brothers over him every time. He's prepared for that inevitability. It still breaks his heart to watch them slip away from him. Deep down, it probably devastates him. But he's determined to be there for them in any way he can, no matter what that looks like. And he would never let them know how he really feels... unless he got drunk maybe.

Thirteen: I see her being kinda like, Fine! Who needs you anyway!? But she says it with tears in her eyes. She gets abrasive as a response. And at first she might be a little stand offish with MC after she realizes. But I think in the end, her love for MC would soften her again, but it would hurt, too. She would need some time to transition herself to "friends only" status.

Raphael: I see his response as being kind of a mix between Simeon and Barb. Like, he's going to accept MC's choice and wants them to be happy, but he's also going to have to restrain himself from fighting for MC. Mr Spears does not strike me as the kinda guy who would just let someone go if he really loved them. But he does seem to be the kind of guy who cares a lot about doing the right thing. And I think he would consider letting MC go to be the right thing.

Mephisto: I could see him trying to push MC away himself, in an effort to protect himself from getting hurt. Like oh who would want a human anyway? Only fallen angels, obviously. But that's not what he really thinks, it's just a coping mechanism. And he can't keep it up anyway. He's secretly soft for MC. So I see him just transitioning to hating the brothers. Not going out of his way to make their lives difficult, but not helping them out either. Only being nice to MC. Keeping that pain inside because he can't admit it even to himself.

Nooo I made myself sad lol. I guess that's the point of angst though, huh??

Anyway, I am very fascinated by this topic! Once again, I'm sorry you had to wait so long for the response, I'm still so annoyed at Tumblr lol.

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UHM... QUESTION....

Do you take commissions 👁️👄👁️ I would love to commission a Gale from you, the way you draw him is so cute

Whoops! Super-duper late response, but I'll answer this one publicly since I've been asked a couple of times now!

Yes, I do take commissions! I open via my main Bluesky which can be found through the link in my pinned! I set up my links so you can go from my AO3 all the way to my main Bluesky but not the other way around. I'll just put it out there that I have it set up that way on purpose, so please don't be linking my Tumblr/AO3 on Bluesky if you're interacting with me over there! It's not an airtight system and I've made my peace with that, but yeah. Little favor I ask of you all LOL

As of right now I'm not taking BG3 comms from anyone I'm not friends/acquainted with, both for my own comfort and in an effort not to monetize a space that I use to relax. Much as I would love to live off of drawing goobies all day... but I am happy to draw OCs including tavs & custom durges! Just no origins/companions, at least for now.

That said if anyone does have an idea for a SFW Gale/bloodweave/oakweave (since those are my faves) drawing feel free to whack it into my ask box. I cannot promise anything will come of it as I am perpetually tired and fist-fighting anxiety demons, BUT if the idea vibes with me and I've got the time, that's your best bet at getting a semi-custom Gale from me 💜💜💜

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My Journey to You Ep. 12 visuals: Love in blue

Ok, I'm not really a color theory girlie, BUT when a character suddenly changes up their outfits that's something I like to pay attention to. Gong Shangjue has always been portrayed in somber black and suddenly he's dressed in blue for his little lantern date with his assassin fiancée who also happens to frequently dress in blue?

Oh, it's so on, production design team.

But first, let's take a moment to relive this banger of a scene.

The sexual tension between these two makes me absolutely feral. This slow burn is what enemies-to-lovers should always aspire to.

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Well, shit. I saw that jaw clench, Shangjue. Sorry, can't offer any substantive commentary. Still recovering.

Moving on...

Something I didn't really notice until this episode was how blue-toned Shangjue and Qian's scenes are in comparison to Gong Ziyu and Yun Weishan's scenes.

It's reflected in the costumes, with Ziyu and Weishan often wearing warmer colors with more exuberant gold embroidery and trimmings. It's reflected in the lighting with their scenes more reliant on the warmth of ambient lighting while Shangjue and Qian's are often shot with cooler natural light. It's also present in the set design, with Shangjue and Qian's scenes (especially those shot together) consistently involving or happening by water, which reminds me of the Chinese poem:

Drops of water can break through stone [if given long enough].

In other words, "soft" strategies can eventually make headway in difficult challenges—in this case, Qian's clever use of care to crack through Shangjue's personal defenses. And probably vice versa in the future.

Also, note how both scenes above start with the camera panning and tilting up from the blue of the water before focusing on the two characters. The camera crew for My Journey to You use a surprising amount of movement in their shots so I'm going to pay more attention to how they introduce and conclude scenes from here on out.

Of course, Shangjue's new blue outfit (and the warm blue of the pond landscape) is immediately noticeable given how starkly monochromatic and cold most of their scenes have been up until this point. Wearing the same color is a costume representation of their growing closeness. This dinner date is yet another unexpected peace offering from Shangjue, possibly his response to Qian's earlier question of "Isn't it good to be cared about?" (And correct me if I'm wrong but I think it's also the first time he actually gives Qian something rather than a few insights into his psyche. He and Ziyu have very different love languages lol)

But from the loaded dialogue it's clear that neither are overcome by the unnamed growing attraction between them, and I expect the blue that visually represents their relationship to return to a cooler tone by the next episode. They're still playing cat-and-mouse with each other, just with sexier vibes.

(Side note: Ryan Cheng is so good here. The way he relaxes and tenses his body, the smooth transition between microexpressions as the two characters dance between interrogation and half-truths. Ah, to be hot and talented. Can't relate.)

Finally--and I'm pretty sure I'm reaching but it's my tumblr so why the hell not--I want to talk about Gong Yuanzhi's costuming. Something I immediately noticed about Yuanzhi's character is how his closet is probably the most diverse of the main cast. Unlike other characters who tend to wear variations of the same fabrics, his outfits use different textures and colors. He wears a lot of black like his beloved cousin but also blues, silvers, whites, and now in Episode 12 green. I wonder if his lack of commitment to one color story is an indication of how his alliance with Shangjue will shift in the future, especially if Shangjue ever allows his attraction to Qian to cloud his judgment about either Yuanzhi's loyalty or what is in the best interest of the Gong clan.

Episode 12 definitely felt like a transitional episode that is meant to drop clues and kickstart a bunch of plot threads so I'm excited to see how those threads converge or diverge from these color stories if at all.