#ch: peach

[d4magedgal]

1x1 role for jon bernthal fc desired. peach being the nanny to their family for 4plus years and the two had always had chemistry, also the fact that he and his wife don’t get along much. the rest i hope to build off chemistry. if interested give this a like or message me! serious inquiries only.

[grinmaw]

Bowzaria 01/18

Dont worry guys, your King is here and he will save you!

[untitledrockstar-if]

R should do a portrait of mc on each asscheek ngl

absolutely not <3

[gatoraid]

Dedicating this wip snippet to @mispatchedgreens whose gorgeous baob3i fanart has captured my heart 🥺💕

This is from chapter 2 of my upcoming Bored Accountant Baoxiang fic (the full story will be 3 chapters in total)

Ayushiridara stepped into the balcony and right into Baoxiang’s personal space.

“You take too many smoking breaks,” he informed Baoxiang.

Baoxiang rolled his eyes. He turned around to face Ayushiridara, blowing smoke in his face. As Ayushiridara was coughing, Baoxiang fished out the phone from Ayushiridara’s pocket.

“Hey, give that back,” Ayushiridara yelped.

It was one of those ridiculously large phones with a shiny, dark grey metal surface. As Ayushiridara kept complaining, Baoxiang put in his phone number and took a selfie to save with his contact info.

Finished with his task, Baoxiang turned around and slipped the phone back to Ayushiridara’s breast pocket.

“Message me,” he said, patting the breast of Ayushiridara’s jacket.

Ayushiridara was left standing stupefied, as Baoxiang stumped his cigarette and left the smoking area.

Baoxiang had barely gotten back to his desk, when he received a message from a number he had not saved. It was a dick pic, and he did not have to guess who had sent it.

Baoxiang texted back:

You’re fast

Wait, is that our office bathroom stall in the background?

[georgianaortiz]

Georgiana Ortiz + Dhruv Mehta at the hospital post rescue on 10/31.

@dhruvxmehta

[santuxrio]

@eternalstarlights has sent: & (Phantasos and Deathtoll)

Send me "&" for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars. [Accepting, SPECIFY MUSE]

They had died centuries ago, of course a deity would be able to see right through, the meek feign recomposed look that was bestowed upon them when they were brought back. It was Phantasos' attentive eyes that noticed the thin lines around their neck.

That was enough to cause Deathtoll to lose his composure for a moment, as they instinctively felt the area with one of their hands. "Agh! No, no, noooo! The Pope had promised how our bodies were healed!" They exclaimed in clear frustration, as they vividly remembered, where that peculiar scar came from.

It might look somewhat familiar, to Phantasos' eyes. After all this mark was clearly the work of Gryphon's string abilities, which are well known to contort and destroy their enemies' forms, beyond any logical or physical limitations. Deathtoll had a run in with that judge in specific, and although they had clearly defeated the aforementioned specter, it didn't mean they had left it completely unscathed.

Deathtoll would never forget the feeling of that one string alone, coming close to crushing their neck's bones. The way they couldn't breath, not until Gryphon Vermeer had climbed out of the Ormeta coffinn. That was a far too close of a call to their death.

"Ugh this is so annoying. How am I supposed to return to my resting place, with a scar like this? I can't show up with it! This is humiliating, so disrespectful to my corpse!"

[curiosity-killed]

grey day

[ALT ID: A digital illustration of a man walking through a rainy corridor, carrying a peach, toward another man standing in a large archway looking at an overcast sky. The image is viewed through the reflection in the water on the floor, and the men's robes and cloaks seem to be pulled in the wind.]

[d4magedgal]

peach and shots are not good friends

[tokyomiracle]

Chapter 2 Page 21 just released! New pages every Thursday!

This is actually the last page of chapter 2! Happy to wrap up another chapter. :) Next week I'll be posting the bonus pages rather than starting chapter 3 right away, since this chapter will have some freebies included! Thank you guys for your patience <3

[READ TOKYO MIRACLE CHAPTER 2 HERE!]

[or start from the beginning here!]

[d4magedgal]

character list.

peach lancaster / christina nadin / age: 21-23 /

the sweetest girl you’ll ever meet. graduated from nyu in may of 2023 for fashion to become a personal stylist, who also nannied during her 4 years of college and still now until she finds her dream job.

tatum vanderbilt / madelyn cline fc / age: 21-24 /she’s a bit of a brat comes from money and it shows. always the popular girl and had/has to be the center of attention.

avaya valentino / isabelle mathers / age: 19-22 /

a sugar baby, living a lavish life so it seems, but there is a lot more behind the scenes and protecting the name of her famous political family. ( based off the show baby on netflix. )

sevyn sawyer / kylie jenner / age: 21-25 /

a boss bitch. owns her own tequila brand, 818, had a huge drug problem in which she fixed over time after nearly dying from an ov*rdose. now running her own empire trying to stay clean.

genevive hudson / bella hadid / age: 21-24 /

rich girl poster child. never able to choose what she wanted to do with her own life her parents ( mostly her mother ) paved the way for her. forcing her to do beauty pageants, magazines, anything to make the parents money. even if it meant selling out their own child for their benefit.

luana mendez / leah halton / age: 19-23 /

used as an informant for her mob boss of a father. sent to seduce information out of enemies or potential circumstances. very good at what she does. very spoiled and always enjoying the finer things in life.

sofia valentino / kendall jenner / age: 22-26

world wide supermodel with the sweetest soul. older sister to sevyn. spends most of her time working and traveling and when she isn’t she spends her time trying to keep her family together.

lola grant / holly lim / age: 20-22

daughter of everyone’s favorite politician. puts up a very sweet innocent act when she has a habit of living a shady life behind closed doors.

lucia vega / victoria villarroel / age: 22-24

your local florist who may or may not double as your drug dealer.

stella mendoza / kailyn de los rios / age: 23-25

your fav gamer & cam girly.

blair vanderwood / ashton wood / age: 22-25

daughter to famous music producer. model. nepo baby. spoiled brat who’s actually a sweetheart.

liliana miller / jenna ortega / age: 19-21

college student going to school to become a writer. figuring this life thing out day by day basically raising herself while her rich parents work themselves to death.

millie vaughn / isabelle may / age: 21-23

grew up on a ranch always working her ass off to prove herself to her family, mainly her father. works hard for everything in her life, but apart of her just wants to live out a simple life.

[baiika]

❝ Ya really hate me so much Hinamori? ― What if I really had killed Captain Aizen, huh? Don'tcha think you'd be better off? Is that it? ❞

Gin's tongue is much like his sword. You can be miles away, and it'll hit you square in the heart, and you'll only realize what happened when you're bleeding out on the ground.

Her nostrils flare, and her finger jabs his chest. Bone on bone. Neither of them made it out alive, Momo thinks. They're just desiccated and shambling remains. "You remain to be a fool if you believe that to be the reason you're loathsome, Ichimaru. You abandon my friend for decades and expect me to thank you? You--" Momo is interrupted by bewildered laughter escaping her throat, "you fuck with mine and Kira's heads and expect me-- expect me to sing you adulations?

"He used to be sweet. He used to be lively!" Momo is screaming now. Her throat hurts, but there's no stopping short of the sweet release of death. Of his sword between her eyes.

Even then, it's not guaranteed such a wound would kill her, is there? Stabbed twice, shattered by Ayon, crushed by a behemoth Quincy, and still living. Still shambling.

"Kira used to be lively, but you waltz into our lives, and you fuck him up! And-- and you promised him--" Momo's eyes squeeze shut. Her hand that she prodded him with curls and quakes in front of her scar. She's crying now, righteous and mournful, because of what she remembers most of their time in the academy, she remembers that Izuru Kira bragged about passing with a higher grade than Shuuhei. She remembers him visiting the site of his parent's graves with a doleful smile. She remembers the dusty blush on his cheeks when they read together.

And then they graduated, and over the years, he went to sanbantai as their lieutenant, and his neuroses got worse. Momo saw it even from afar. Even neck-deep in her own madness.

"You promised him that we would be unharmed. But you lied. You lied and let my husband run me through. You promised, but you tore him apart, and you let me be torn open, and you left Matsumoto to pick up the pieces of your mess."

That's all men are: messes. Sousuke left his tea cups everywhere and his socks on the floor. He left her bleeding out. Kaname and Gin left broken people in their wake. Shuuhei wakes up screaming for his captain like they're in the Winter War again, and he's just seen Kaname burst into blood and bone shards. Momo can't remember the last time Izuru smiled.

Her tears are rapids now, like the Sanzu River. Momo was swept away in its current years ago. While interred in juuniibantai, she dreamt of its snake-infested waters, but her guilt was too heavy to let her walk on their backs. She sunk and decayed in its waters.

Momo keeps six mon in her pockets to this day, just in case.

"I don't care that you tried to kill my ex-husband anymore. I don't even care that you failed to kill the worst man we've ever seen.

"But you killed us, and the only reason I don't render you a puddle of liquified fat and charred bones is by Matsumoto's good graces. I'd mount your wretched mouth on my wall without it."

[msommers]

WHICH SYMBOLIC FRUIT ARE YOU?

cherry.

In popular culture, cherries have come to represent sensuality, sex, and seduction. In the cult classic, Twin Peaks, Audrey Horne expresses her sexual expertise by tying a cherry stem with her tongue. "Cherry" is also used to refer to the concept of virginity: why? I don't know to be honest, but here we are. Much like the cherry, you're a sensual person who enjoys all the creature comforts the world offers. You enjoy delicious food, dynamic relationships, passionate lovemaking and stimulating conversation; however, you may also come across a touch vapid or shallow, due to your quickly fading attention when something has served its usefulness to you. To quote some man on tinder: "you're here for a good time, not a long time". You can come across, at times, slightly tart, carrying a bit of a bite to you that not everyone can handle. That’s okay: you’re an acquired taste!

pomegranate.

The pomegranate is most famously attributed to the Greek goddess, Persephone. Though versions of the story differ: with some saying Persephone was tricked into eating pomegranate seeds to be trapped in the underworld, and some saying she willingly chose to eat the seeds. Pomegranate's have a hard exterior that is tough to crack. Your hard shell is a natural protectant and keeps you safe from those that only wish to use you. Internally you are rich with bounties. You believe in living your life passionately and vibrantly. The idea of surrendering to a fate of being confined to anything, whether it be a relationship, a job, or family dynamic where you are not happy and lack agency is a terrifying prospect. It is fears like this which also prevent you from opening up and showing vulnerability to those around you. However, like the pomegranate whose seeds sparkle like gemstones, you hide inside you incredible beauty that only the most worthy deserve to see.

peach.

In many cultures, peaches symbolize the vagina. While apples and pomegranates symbolize female liberation in many feminist readings, peaches have come to bear (arbitrary) connotations of sexuality and (traditionally) female arousal, due to their soft tissues, fuzzy skin, and sweet juices. In many art pieces, they are used to symbolize such motifs and are markers of sweet temptation and femininity. Like the peach, you radiate softness, and the color pink. You walk with a graceful air and enjoy the simple things in life. You are a romantic through and through, but are also someone who is somewhat of a free spirit: tied to nothing and no one. You believe in free love, free thought, and doing what makes you happy. Like the peach, whose juices run without inhibition when you bite into it, you are not in the business of making yourself palatable for anyone. You are who you are, without excuses.

[grinmaw]

Page 17

A non proof read fic- format under cut :D

She walked down the corridor, in the same direction the human and koopa’s went, sidestepping the spiky shelled turtle which shuffled past her, going its way in the opposite direction. Rozaria paid it no mind, too lost in her own mind.

Didn’t Bowser say he would be proposing to this princess Peach? He specifically flew an entire castle all the way to the Mushroom kingdom for that very purpose, and now these ‘ Mario brothers’ were trying to take her back?

She couldnt make any sense of the situation. Perhaps Bowser would give her some answers, if she could find him. He was relatively easy to locate, being a large and quite loud beast. Usually by this time he would be stomping around the castl..

‘BOOM!’

Rozaria covered her eyes, cringing back front the loud explosion. She could hear chunks or rock falling down on the stone floor, a large hole gaping on a nearby wall. The explosion had been strong enough to blow a whole to the outer wall as well, and the rays of the sun spilled in through it. Smoke was everywhere, like a thick cloud, making it hard to see and breathe.

Rozaria took a cautious peek, and saw two figures shoot through the first hole in a blur. She only saw red and gold as they passed, but she had no trouble hearing one of them scream.-“ Run Princess!”, two pair of shoes clacked on the stone floor, running towards the hole in the outer wall.

[tony-andonuts]

I am begging for cutesy SFW toadette and peach x toadette content

[godsense]

the cavern is endless,  their journey only beginning.  one foot in front of the other,  it's like she's back training at the outskirts of the mushroom castle.  if princess peach closes her eyes,  the sand beneath her shoes is traded for the familiar turf of her obstacle coarse.  it's a home in front of her own eyes:  it's a return to what is known.  [ an odd reminder to a girl that is as foreign to the toads as mario . . . how his stories seem so profound, too impossible to be real.  ]  peach pulls toad up as he finishes the outlandish tale.     ❝ really?  that sounds like a story — you're going to tell me you're a plumber?   what does that even mean? ❞ 

mario gives her a look,  facing her for emphasis before echoing out:   ❛  it’s not a story ― it really happened.  ❜   mario & princess peach   ♡  @bravetry  

 ❝ you work underground? ❞  she supposes deep under the roots of the mushrooms that guard the edges of her kingdom there is water,  a precious resource she remembers from her lessons with toadsworth all those year ago.  peach wonders if there's a world without sunshine down there, a place she cannot even begin to imagine her poor toads lost in.  ducking under a branch, she edges them forward — onward to stop bowser.   maybe this is what they need : to outlast darkness,  you need someone from the underground.  the underground where mario comes from might be the same place she is from : a home where she belongs. it's not her home,  the mushroom kingdom will always be her home — but peach wonders and dreams of what its like.   ❝ i'm glad you're here mario — you're exactly what we need to defeat bowser.  ❞ 

[meaty-peaches]

Iris, oh Iris. 

Also due for an update but robes of doan are just so pretty!