#just my musings as of late

[ruporas]

it's time to go, my love (ID in alt)

[anininas]

Screenshot redraws because I'm being nice to myself today

[dabislittlemouse]

can’t believe i’ve been loving him for 5 years already wth

[pinkcreamypeach]

A glimpse of my princess peach redesign ❤️ 🩷

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Story if you wanna read lol.

“I wouldn't change a thing about you.”

(Peach x Mario)<-- Mario centered

TW- Body dysmorphia (Making Mario having my problems too😈)

@keylovesstuff @bberetd @peaches2217 @supergay-64

“…Principessa…?” Mario murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as Princess Peach guided him along the winding path of the mushroom forest.

Towering mushroom trees stretched high into the sky, their thick trunks rising like ancient sentinels draped in a breathtaking palette of warm hues deep reddish ambers, soft pinkish oranges, and golden yellows. Their massive caps, speckled with whimsical spots, were adorned with tufts of cloudy moss that clung to them like nature’s own delicate embroidery. Above them, the sky was wrapped in a gentle veil of cloud-like wisps, their soft embrace diffusing the sun’s golden glow. A flock of tiny birds flitted through the air, startled by the distant laughter of Toads who dashed merrily through the sun-dappled forest, their carefree joy blending seamlessly with the tranquil beauty of the scene.

Peach walked beside him, radiant in her rococo-inspired gown, a vision of elegance in soft pink silk. The dress cascaded in delicate folds, adorned with dainty bows at its hem, each ribbon catching the light with the subtlest shimmer. Her lips, painted in a perfect shade of heart-shaped pink, curved into a serene smile, while her sapphire earrings tinged with just the faintest touch of rose swayed gently with every graceful step.

In her hand, she carried an exquisite lace parasol, its intricate design a masterpiece of craftsmanship. Made from the finest ivory satin, it exuded an air of regal sophistication, the fabric’s luxurious sheen complementing the ornate floral lace that traced its edges like a whispered promise of romance. A polished metallic handle gleamed beneath her delicate grasp, its smooth surface cool against her gloved fingers. The parasol’s weightless frame allowed her to twirl it effortlessly, casting a soft shade over her as she hummed a quiet melody.

Mario felt her fingers entwine with his her dainty, gloved hands, silk-soft and gentle, mingling with his own, roughened by years of work. Her touch was light, almost featherlike against the calloused leather of his palms. The contrast was stark yet harmonious, their hands intertwined like two mismatched puzzle pieces that, against all odds, fit perfectly together.And as they strolled through the forest, bathed in golden light and the laughter of the wind through the leaves, Mario couldn’t help but wonder if this was real? Could someone as graceful, as ethereal as her truly hold his hand so effortlessly?

Her dainty, round fingers intertwined with his rough, bulky ones. Her soft, silky opera gloves met the worn, weathered texture of his leather palms, a contrast so stark it made his stomach tighten.Peach’s delicate face was partly obscured by the shade of her parasol, but the moment she smiled. His heart pounded as he looked at her… then at himself.

His overalls stained, frayed at the edges, the burn marks on the pockets standing out like scars. His boots, scuffed and old, gave him a slight lift, but next to Peach, he still felt unbearably small. Too short. Too broad. Too… wrong.

He always knew he wasn’t conventionally attractive. His nose too big. His arms too thick. His stomach no matter how much weight he lost, it never looked right. Spike had the kind of presence Mario never could. Tall. Intimidating. Assured. And Mario? He had tried. He had tried so hard.Diets. Exercise. Even considered surgery anything to fix what was broken, to smooth out the ugliness he was certain others saw.

Luigi did what he could, reassured him when the thoughts got too loud, but it never lasted. No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, the truth was clear. His body was something to be tolerated, not loved.And as he stood there, hands clammy, heart sinking, he realized something bitter..Peach would never see him the way he saw her. No one would. Not when he looked like this.

Mario's eyes fluttered as Peach suddenly stopped him, her grip tightening around his hand. He barely had time to process before she leaned down, her presence closer, more immediate.

His breath hitched.

Her parasol, now closed, rested elegantly over her arm, but her focus was entirely on him. Her soft lips curled into a gentle frown, her brows knitting together in quiet concern. Her sapphire eyes, always so bright, searched his face with the kind of tenderness that made him feel both seen and unbearably exposed.

“…Mario,” she murmured, tilting her head. “Why do you look so sad?”

He swallowed. Of course, she would notice. She always did. No matter how much he tried to bury it, hide it behind laughter and bravado, Peach could read him like an open book.It would be best… to be honest.

He lowered his gaze, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over the delicate curve of her knuckles. If he had been paying attention, he might have noticed the way her cheeks flushed at the touch. Instead, his voice came quiet, hesitant.

“Principessa…” He hesitated, then looked up at her, searching for some reassurance, maybe. “…If you could change any part of me… what would it be?”

.

Peach blinked, her expression unreadable for just a moment. Then, without hesitation, she closed the distance between them, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead.Mario’s eyes widened.

When she pulled back, her smile was warm, unwavering. “Nothing,” she whispered, her voice laced with certainty. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

For a second, Mario just stared, as if his mind couldn’t quite catch up with his heart. Then, warmth bloomed in his chest, spreading through his limbs until he couldn't contain it. His laughter bubbled up, loud and unrestrained, a joyful snort escaping before he could stop it.

Peach giggled at his reaction, her fingers still laced with his as she pulled him closer. She rested her chin atop his head, nuzzling into his hair with a contented hum. Mario barely had time to register the softness enveloping him, his face gently squished against the plush warmth of her chest. His heart stuttered, and for once, it wasn’t out of insecurity just… comfort.

His eyes fluttered shut as Peach released his hands, her fingers slipping into his hair, massaging slow, soothing circles. Without thinking, he let his own hands drift to her back, tracing lazy, affectionate patterns over the fabric of her gown.

They sighed together one slow, deep breath in… and out…

For the first time in a long while, Mario didn’t feel small. He didn’t feel like he had to be anything more than what he already was.

Because in Peach’s arms, he was enough. Just as he was.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

"Do you ever think of me?"

The question is mumbled into the skin of his neck, where Steve's mouth is pressed.

Billy had thought Steve had fallen asleep, but. Surprise, surprise.

And it's honestly such a stupid question that he considers not answering it at all.

But, he knows better.

"Always," he murmurs, turning his head to press a sweet little kiss to Steve's forehead.

"You promise?" Steve whispers, his voice quiet and small, insecure. He gets like that, sometimes. Not as much as Billy, though.

"Cross my heart," he replies just as quietly, pressing another kiss to the bridge of Steve's nose, soothing him.

It works, if the soft little happy noise his boyfriend makes speaks for anything.

"Love doing this with you," Steve murmurs as he lifts his head, his face finally peering out from its hiding place and Billy can see that pretty face in the dark of their room.

He would know Steve's soul in the dark, just like this.

"You love doing nothing?" Billy smirks.

Steve nods, "With you."

It's so disgustingly sweet, it could almost make Billy sick.

What makes him feel worse is that he's been thinking the same thing for a while now.

Just laying here, in their bed, cuddled up and breathing has Billy beyond happy. It's peace. It's love. It's his.

It's theirs.

"Yeah," Billy whispers, turning onto his side to cup Steve's face in the dark, his lips finding that wide Cupid's bow far too easily, their noses gently bumping as he murmurs into his boyfriend's mouth, "Love doing nothing with you, too."

[ssluggart]

my contributions to the sonic magma tonight with @guiltypandas and @alvalorenzz :]

[bonnie-toyour-clyde]

later seasons Sam slamming Dean against the wall and his back cracks and he moans so loud and obscene Sam’s all cocky like “damn, already?” and Dean’s just like “no man my backs been killing me all week and you just popped it, fuck, don’t stop”

[soulmvtes]

i feel so grateful to be able to learn new things everyday

[t-errifier]

feeling a little down about myself & my blog lately, i cannot lie.

[quinloki]

It is easier to manipulate someone through their discomfort, because it is easy to make someone uncomfortable, than it is to manipulate their personal sense of morality.

This is why it is important to know, and value, that your comfort, or discomfort, in any given situation is no indication of yours, or anyone else’s, worth.

[birbleafs]

Was going through my screenshots of the Sabzeruz festival again… and out of context, this line is still so on the nose and intentionally written to be absolutely misleading LOL Reality: Kaveh insisting that his relationship with Mehrak is more than just creator and machine/automaton Everyone and their mothers eavesdropping the dirty deets: You mean the Light of Kshahrewar and the Scribe are not just roommates?????

I do have to point out that while the EN subtitles were translated this way to be ambigious for hilarity/fanservice, Kaveh didn't actually use "we" here in the original CN lines. Instead, he said "我和它 / wǒ hé tā" which, translated literally, is "Me and it (Mehrak)". So, there was little doubt that Kaveh was talking about his relationship with someone/something else (Mehrak), not his relationship with Alhaitham. EDITED (10/11/2024) because I'd misheard, Kaveh didn't use "bokura (僕ら)" at all ^^; Uchida speaks so fast as Kaveh sometimes and my listening JP comprehension is fail loool. My apologies for the mistake! In the JP dub, Kaveh uses "we / bokura (僕ら)", which has the same ambiguity as in the EN subs. But what I personally enjoy about the JP dub is how much more casual Kaveh's tone is whenever he's speaking with Alhaitham privately (hence why he used bokura here instead of the polite/formal boku-tachi (僕たち) that he uses in the presence of other people). I managed to find a video with the JP dialogue text and what Kaveh actually said was "僕とあの子の関係は冷たいものじゃない …"

Which I believe reads similarly to CN and roughly means "My relationship with it/that person (Mehrak) isn't cold...". Please don't quote me on this though and do take with a grain of salt lol, because I'm not a translator and I'm not fluent enough in JP (I just understand very, very basic stuff). That said, my initial point still stands, in that Kaveh's tone when he speaks privately with Alhaitham is still pretty casual, at times a bit rougher (even if the words he use remains polite), compared to how much more formal and "proper" he is with other people. Same goes with Alhaitham's tone too—there's always more of a teasing lilt, a slight smugness to his voice when he speaks to Kaveh, and he doesn't sound as stoic or impassive as he usually does. Which is what I personally enjoy about JP dub. It's a small detail but I find the difference in tone a nice way to show their closeness, and how Kaveh doesn't feel the need to put up any fronts or moderate his tone as much when he's alone with Alhaitham. He can simply be himself and speak his mind freely because they already know each other inside out.

[wurmwizzard]

I want harry and kim to hold hands, keeping eachothers fingers warm in the chill sea air. I want them to share a pot of tea, extra cream and suger in harrys comedically tiny mug. I want them to relax, enjoying eachothers company, without needing to full the air with words. I want harry and kim to bump uglies. I want them to get silly in public with no sense of pride. I want-

[undefeatablesin]

⊹ .+ Tag Game Rules: Shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people. ᅠ ⊹ .+

Take Me Back To Eden - Sleep Token

Divine Service - Lies of P OST

Bones - Equinox

Turncoat - Matthew Mayfield

Suffer - Hurts

Magdalene - Akira Yamaoka

Roxanne - Sting

Wing of Hypocrisy - Lies of P OST

Hail the Nightmare - Bloodborne OST

Yawning Grave - Lord Huron

ᅠ ⊹ .+ tagged by: @hymntosappho + @aligom-pink-coffin ✨ Thank you both! I love lil dash games like these omg ᅠ ⊹ .+ tagging: @harena-tigris, @ghostlyanon, @00x7, @bornetoblood, @butchladymaria, @galaxirin, @treeshrine, @karnaca78, @dulaman-na-farraige ᅠ✨

[dailycupofcreativitea]

The depression hit so hard today I had to take a day off work lol

[mnemosyne-xiv]

𝔸𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕤𝕥, 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟙𝟞 - 𝕋𝕚𝕟𝕪

"𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘵, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘚𝘰, 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵?"

Prompt list! for everyone who wants to join in! ((it's canon that mnemo has an entire collection of smol minions bc she misses everyone since she's sorta stuck in sharlayan unless something big goes down also, i've accepted my fate of being eternally one day behind on auraugust, but it's the thought that counts right? heh...))

[melverie]

WAIT I just realized something if Barbatos truly is Nightbringer

In normal lesson 9-A, Solomon has a run in with some sort of illusion (?) of Diavolo and Simeon and in 10-A he has a quick chat with Nightbringer, right

When asked to choose between demons and angels by Simeon and Diavolo,  Solomon says that he chooses neither and states that he doesn’t want to make an enemy out of either of them, and then adds that he just wants to be free and that that’s part of the agreement he has with “him” (him being Nightbringer)

And then in his converstation with Nightbringer, he says that he wishes Solomon would have simply chosen their side as that would make things easier and later remarks that Sol is behaving like a demon, to which Solomon replies with this

So could it be that Barbatos is actually the reason Solomon is immortal? He has the power to choose which reality becomes........well, reality as we were shown during the lesson 16 incident of the og game, so he might have chosen one that turned Solomon immortal. And now he’s using the fact that he can make him mortal again to force him into whatever agreement Solomon was referring to

The ONLY reason I’m kind of doubting Barbatos -or any demon at all, for that matter- is Nightbringer to begin with is because Solomon also said this to Nightbringer

Which makes it sound like he’s actually an angel. But if so, who? Angel Lucifer did mention that Michael was interested in a specific human sorcerer back in season 3..........