#words from peach

[peaches2217]

It's not unusual for Peasley to host extravagant parties. He's a people person, a Bean's Bean, and a skilled politician to boot. Parties are as much an excuse to mingle and have fun as they are an opportunity to strengthen bonds with nobles and the common people alike. Admittedly, Luigi's fascinated by his methodical approach to an activity typically considered gratuitous. It's a lot like Peasley himself: at first glance garish and full of himself, but shockingly thoughtful beneath the surface.

Some months into their courtship, Peasley invites him to his latest party at the capitol. In a first, it's a themed party; all guests are encouraged to dress in the fashions of the Metro Kingdom.

"I've always found it so charming," Peasley reasons, "all the colorful suits and elegant dresses!" And Luigi can't help but agree; from what Mario has described to him, a classy evening in the heart of the Metro Kingdom looks a lot like a high school prom in Brooklyn. (Or so they would presume. They didn't go to their senior prom. Long story.)

With no shortage of encouragement from his brother, Luigi gets himself a veridian suit, spends the day prior to the event in total isolation so he's got enough energy to survive the night, and then charges in head-first.

Peasley greets him outside of the hall where the excitement is being contained, and phew, he looks good. His gold hair is tied back for once, a thin braid running through it just above where his left ear would be if he actually had ears, and he's wearing a white suit that's equal parts tacky and enchanting, his rapier fastened to his right hip as usual. Luigi feels kinda woozy just looking at him.

He clings to Peasley's arm (or at least makes his best attempt to, being nearly a full foot taller than him) as he's led into the thick of the gathering. He expects Peasley to acquaint him with a few people, make sure he's comfortable enough to hold his own, and then split for short bursts of time to tend to his own royal matters.

Except he doesn't. Not once, not the entire night.

He proudly shows Luigi off to what must be every last guest in attendance, sparing no opportunity to divulge great detail about his heroic exploits (they mostly involve ghosts, because everyone already knows about the Cackletta incident), his great works of philanthropy (helping Toads repair pipes, fix roofs, and other assorted physical tasks in his free time), his unparalleled ability to coax life from unassuming seeds, filling entire gardens with color and cheer (he has successfully grown one (1) rose in his entire life, and he only managed because Peasley walked him through every step of the process).

Just listening — heck, just watching, seeing how proud Peasley looks to have Luigi on his arm, how he lights up at every chance to talk about him, how his name passes his lips with such reverence  — you'd think Luigi was the Crown Prince and Peasley was his unassuming date.

When he's not waxing lyrical about Luigi, he's feeding him tiny squares of cake (raspberry vanilla — his favorite!) or pouring another serving of punch into a champagne glass for him (coconut cream — also his favorite! That's lucky!); if he's not doing that, then he's pulling him into the middle of the room and sweeping him into graceful waltzes, the sort Luigi can only keep up with because 1) waltzes are all-in-all simple and predictable and 2.) Peach was insistent on teaching him the ins and outs of ballroom dancing just last week. All eyes are on them, and yeah, it's pretty overwhelming, but Peasley's just so happy that it's easy to get lost in the music with him.

But Luigi can only handle so much social interaction, and as soon as he starts focusing too hard on his hands and clicking his tongue in the back of his throat over and over, Peasley whisks him away to a private balcony for some fresh air.

"So?" he asks as Luigi decompresses from all the socialization. "Have you enjoyed your evening, my dear?"

Now that he's not surrounded by so much stimuli, Luigi can honestly say that yeah, he has! In spite of being the center of attention for most of it, he's never been able to enjoy himself at a party so much as he's enjoyed himself tonight. And now that he's away from it all, now that the music and the laughter are muffled someplace behind them and they're finally alone in the gentle night breeze, he's able to appreciate that in full.

And he's also able to think a little more clearly. This whole thing seems... off. Not unpleasantly so, but there's something going on, something beyond the straightforward premise presented to him initially. Why did Mario seem so eager for him to come to this gathering, when normally he would encourage Luigi to weigh the pros and cons of attending such a stamina-draining event? Why did Peach seem so eager to teach him all of the dances that he coincidentally found himself in tonight when she's normally so respectful of his need for personal space?

And why does Peasley seem so eager to hear more affirmations, smiling that I'm-so-terribly-pleased-with-myself smile and staring him down proudly as if he's just achieved some great victory?

"...Okay," Luigi finally chances, "what are you not telling me?"

Peasley, all but vibrating with excitement, finally spills everything.

In one of his letters, Luigi spoke of an old emotional wound from the world in which he was raised: he once tried asking a boy to his senior prom. This boy was a good friend, and he knew about Luigi's sexuality, so Luigi had foolishly assumed it was a risk worth taking. Even if he rejected his advances, there would be no hard feelings. Right?

Wrong. Very, very wrong. The friend was mortified to learn that Luigi had a crush on him. He proceeded to subject Luigi to an onslaught of insults and beration, in the middle of a busy hallway for everyone to hear, and by the end of it Luigi had lost both a friend and what little sense of self-worth he possessed.

By the following school day, the ex-friend had two fewer teeth, Mario had been both suspended and grounded for it, and Luigi had accepted he'd probably be alone for the rest of his life. The brothers spent the night of their senior prom playing video games together.

And hearing this tale, Peasley had been crushed. To be given something so sacred as this perfect human's heart and react with such vitriol! To fill him with such sorrow that he would be denied access to a pivotal coming-of-age ritual (which is absolutely what he believes this "prom" ordeal is)!

And that's why everyone was asked to wear fashions from or styled after the Metro Kingdom tonight. In speaking with Mario behind Luigi's back, Peasley learned that this "prom" ritual was much like a party, and that the clothing worn for the occasion greatly resembled Metro fashion. With that, Peasley set out to correct that ancient heartache.

This is Prom 2.0. This entire party is for Luigi.

And hearing it, Luigi is almost embarrassed he didn't figure that out sooner. The simple but intimate dances, the earnest flattery, the snacks and drinks in his favorite flavors — this was never one of Peasley's standard parties. This was one giant, carefully crafted, probably very expensive love letter from a prince to a plumber.

"But... but that was years ago!" Luigi eventually manages to stammer. He hardly even recalls telling that story in the first place. He never imagined it would have such an impact.

"That doesn't make it alright." Peasley palms at the handle of his rapier, dark eyes shining brightly in the moonlight. "My goal is to one day seek out the portal between our worlds so that I may deliver swift, karmic justice to he who so terribly wronged you! But until that day comes... I do hope this makes up for it."

Luigi realizes, not for the first time overall but for the first time with mind-numbing certainty, that he wants to marry this man.

Neither of them return to the party. They remain together beneath the moon, laughing and sighing and sharing dizzy words of love. Hey, it’s Luigi’s party, and he can play hooky if he wants to.

[tsunael]

(Count)down to Dawntrail. 6/27

You've ruined peaches for me.

- Circa after 'Endwalker' but before 6.1.

- cw: for (ahem) suggestive themes.

-> Forever inspired by this. <-

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"If you could have anything at this very moment... what would it be?"

She paused, and he could sense her rifling through the many possibilities this life had to offer. Finally, she looked up from her bandaged hands. "... A peach tart."

He had to laugh. "You're not serious."

But she was-- though she wore a sheepish pout. She was a woman grown, still she loved her girlish treats. "Alisaie told me about the peaches in the market when last she was there. Beautiful, pink peaches... Yanxian imports, I imagine. They would be in season..."

Her voice trailed off as her mind wandered home-- far, far away from from her quaint hospital room and the bitter cold of The Northern Empty.

"I had hoped you would ask for something a bit more... substantial," he could not help but tease. "I’m afraid of the look your nursemaid might give me."

She tittered behind her hand. "You would simply come through the window again regardless."

"-- And you would do well to keep it locked, else a thief in the night may just steal you away."

He brought out her smile, though it fell rueful as her voice drew soft, marred by a cynical edge that did not suit her. "After all that has happened..." She drew out a deep sigh before craning up to look him, her eyes, searching. "... I would welcome it."

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It was there at the apothecary where he espied the peaches Tsuna had spoke of. An imported bushel brought welcome color to the otherwise drab, frozen plaza. He took one in hand to turn it over, and caught himself admiring the soft, ripe weight of it.

He dropped coin for two of their best. Its twin sat alongside the boxed piece of tart he picked up at The Last Stand– two treats among the other foodstuffs in his satchel. Depending on who he asked, he either carried with him an odd lunch, or a meagre supper.

In his eagerness to move onto the next errand, he wasted little time in the partaking of his impromptu purchase. It barely fit in his hand, with blushed, taut skin that had been thoroughly loved by the Eastern sun. So ripe was it that its sweet scent availed him before he could even drag lips over the velvet cleft of it.

As soon as he felt the soft plunge of his teeth into flesh he understood why it was that she desired it so. The sweetness was immediate, overwhelming– the resulting tartness was a stimulating chase. There was nothing quite like it. How long had it been since he sought out such sweetness for the pleasure of it? Too long, he surmised. His jaw ached from the nectar.

Still, he savoured the bite. And the next, and the next.

His thoughts fell to her doing the same: her lips wrapping around the gentle curve of it. He imagined her mouth dripping, teeth skimming across skin, her tongue lapping at the excess…

Before he knew it, his heart began to race as if he were a thief at market. Before he knew it, he had hit stone.

His tongue still sang from the taste, but he found himself wanting more. Chasing the taste on his fingers wasn't enough, though he ended at the base of his thumb to thoughtfully chase the remnants that had dripped. Every drop was swallowed with a greed he hardly knew. 

He took a step back and thought of his poor, jogging heart, and of the treat purchased a bell ago. Why had he come here? Gone through this trouble? She was still on his mind– and more, he wanted her on his lips.

Ridiculous, he grimaced, inwardly chiding himself. Arousal was gripping the back of his neck in the middle of the Sharlayan markets.

At some point he would have to admit to himself that he wanted her; wanted her near him, beside him, beneath him. Eventually he would need to come to terms with the fact that he loved that woman in every conceivable way a man could.

[jrueships]

as cute as apple pie!!!!

[harocat]

Would anyone be interested in a costume Cdrama zine? Xianxia, historical, wuxia, and xuanhuan.

Not something I’d think too hard about putting together until the mini bang is over, and I would need some other mods of course. However, I have headed up a successful zine before.

[crisp-sweet-pink-lady]

I always say "I can't believe I learned something from kids' media," but I gotta start believing it because it keeps happening.

-Athena P

[kingofthewilderwest]

I'm trying to come up with a flirt that has "chemommy" in it but when I search for "how to flirt with a chemo patient" all I get is horoscope stuff about flirting with Cancers, so idk, uh....show me what you can do with that IV line, chemommy 🍆

Bwahahahahaha that's hilariously awful how search results failed you.

My dream has come true!!! I am chemommy!!! Ooh lala, are you stage 4, because you're taking over everything inside me.

I went through cancer I can say whatever I want rotflh

Not a joke flirtation, but I've always wanted to take one of my prosthetic tits and throw them at someone when they're being a boob. Geddit? Geddit? [nudges hard and winks at everyone]

[yarid0vich]

I KINDA LOVE DRAWING MY KING OLLY GIJINKA BUT HE'S ALWAYS JUST STANDING/SITTING THERE SCOWLING. I NEED TO THINK OF MORE INTERESTING THINGS TO DRAW OLLY DOING BUT THE GAME DOESN'T EXACTLY GIVE US MUCH MATERIAL. I AM LIKE ATLAS WITH THIS NOTHINGBURGER CHARACTER

[felixcosm]

Fuck Davenport, he's an asshole. I don't trust him, I think he's the Elias of A81

[peachsayshi]

feeling a little introspective tonight (maybe there's something in the air) but lately I've been seeing how much I give myself to others, and how much I prioritize their feelings over mine. I've been trained to put other people's feelings over my own, and for the first time I think I'm just so ready to release that. it's hard, especially when I equate this to earning love/respect from others. but the last two years have mentally/emotionally exhausted me, and I just really want to work towards happiness and peace of mind this year. that's all.

[gainingpeach]

I have already been wanting to say this but I just received another message with someone asking… I am not a weight gain guru and I cannot teach you how to gain weight. Nor do I want to do or be those things. Every BODY is different and gains weight differently and at different paces.

Here are a couple facts when it comes to my journey:

I didn’t get this massive over night.

I have always been fat and bigger.

I am now on year 4 of my weight gain journey.

In 2023 I gained over 40 pounds in 3 months and that was the quickest I have ever gained and I couldn’t tell you why it happened or explain how.

I have a dedicated feeder and partner and he has been by my side since I decided to gain.

Lastly and most importantly, I haven’t worked for over six months. I’ve been fortunate that my partner can take care of me and having a dedicated feeder and me, being a dedicated feedee has been what’s created my massive gain. Going on 4 years in the making🥵

In the beginning it was slow, I fluctuated a lot (and still fluctuate) but that’s ok. You’re in a race with no one but yourself. Often times people focus so much on wanting to get fatter they forget to enjoy all the in between and the journey and that’s what it’s all about.

I don’t have all the answers when it comes to this. I’m just here to share MY journey. You have to do what’s best for you and do your own research. But honestly you really have to listen to your body, which I had to learn early on and the hard way. There’s so much that no one shares. I used to push myself so hard at times I would get sick and even if I wasn’t pushing myself I still would find myself getting sick because I struggled with acid reflux which I then had to figure out how to control. Because throwing up a huge stuffing of food is not a good time.

I’m kind of rambling but my point is, do what’s best for you. 😅 Do your own research and listen to your body. Be mindful of other feedees, we are human. Don’t just expect them to answer every invasive question that pops into your head. Be kind.

[peaches2217]

Okay, who kickstarted the return of the Mareach baby fever? Because I logically shouldn’t post even more Expectant/Parent Mareach when I literally just posted one such fic two days ago but DAMMIT NOW I’M IN A MOOD.

…in my defense, for all the crap I’ve posted, I still haven’t given my fankid a name. 😅

[tsukuyomiland]

Btw, in Spain Stella has been named Lucy. Basically because Rosalina was named Estela here and the name can't be used twice. The more you know.

[artcalledtattoo]

NPR

[kiatheinsomniac]

on a similar note: name a better combo than vodka and writing. I'll wait.

[emily-mooon]

Also I got some very important info on a very important thing in regards to the best most important character in Stranger Things. Jonathan.

From an inside source, I discovered something so depressing that our minds cannot even comprehend how sad his fate is. It appears that I will have to become delusional. So I will now share with you the information:

Keep going ;) I put the content low

Happy April Fools Day!

[grison-in-space]

With great affection, not so much. My understanding of svsss is that it's some sort of cdrama? Possibly with wizards? And I am only a simple American postdoc with a pointy dog and a very, very bad case of ADHD. I don't even have long hair, which I understand is a prequisite, and I only wear wizard robes on very special occasions because mine are a truly hideous shade of dark orange.

people today with access to more raw information than any other period: the earth is flat

german artilleryman in 1916, who barely washes his own ass: I need to account for the curvature and rotation of the earth when plotting my firing plans