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theplotmage · 8 months ago

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50 Worldbuilding Setting ideas for your fantasy book

Cities and Settlements

1. Capital City - The central hub of political power and culture in the realm.

2. Harbor Town - A bustling port city crucial for trade and naval activities.

3. Elf Village - A serene settlement hidden within a forest, home to elven inhabitants.

4. Dwarven Mines - An underground city where dwarves mine precious metals and gems.

5. Nomad Camp - A temporary settlement for wandering tribes and traders.

6. Market Square - The commercial heart of any major city, filled with vendors and artisans.

7. Sky City - A floating metropolis held aloft by magic or advanced technology.

Natural and Enchanted Locations

8. Mystic Forest - A dense, magical woodland filled with ancient trees and mythical creatures.

9. Enchanted Lake - A serene body of water with mystical properties.

10. Secret Cave - A hidden cavern that might contain treasure or danger.

11. Dark Swamp - A treacherous wetland often home to dark magic and creatures.

12. Forbidden Desert - A vast, arid expanse known for its harsh conditions and ancient secrets.

13. Floating Island - A landmass suspended in the sky, often home to unique flora and fauna.

14. Hidden Valley - A secluded, fertile valley protected from the outside world.

15. Charmed Meadows - Peaceful fields imbued with protective enchantments.

Magical and Supernatural Places

16. Wizard’s Tower - The abode of powerful sorcerers, filled with arcane knowledge.

17. Sacred Temple - A place of worship and spiritual significance, often protected by divine magic.

18. Haunted Castle - An ancient fortress inhabited by ghosts or malevolent spirits.

19. Necromancer’s Crypt - The lair of a dark sorcerer who practices necromancy.

20. Oracle’s Sanctuary - A holy site where oracles deliver prophecies and visions.

21. Magical Academy - An institution where young sorcerers learn the art of magic.

22. Alchemist’s Workshop - A place where alchemists experiment and create potions and elixirs.

23. Time Portal - A gateway to different eras, allowing travel through time.

Dangerous and Uncharted Areas

24. Ancient Ruins - The remnants of a once-great civilization, often hiding secrets or dangers.

25. Dragon’s Lair - The home of a fearsome dragon, filled with treasure and peril.

26. Cursed Forest - A dark, haunted woodland where malevolent forces dwell.

27. Battlefield - The site of a significant past conflict, often haunted by the spirits of the fallen.

28. Volcanic Wasteland - A desolate, fiery landscape wrought with volcanic activity.

29. Giant’s Keep - A massive fortress built and inhabited by giants.

30. Pirate Cove - A hidden inlet where pirates gather to plan their exploits.

31. Shadow Realm - A dark, parallel dimension filled with malevolent entities.

32. Frosty Tundra - A vast, icy wasteland where few dare to venture.

Cultural and Social Hubs

33. Royal Palace - The lavish residence of the ruling monarch and their court.

34. Thieves’ Guild - A secretive organization of thieves and rogues.

35. Warrior’s Training Grounds - A facility where soldiers and heroes train for battle.

36. Arena of Champions - A grand coliseum where warriors compete in combat.

37. Goblin Market - A chaotic and colorful marketplace run by goblins, offering exotic goods.

38. Hermit’s Hut - The secluded home of a wise hermit, often sought for advice.

39. Secret Hideout - A concealed refuge used by rebels or outlaws.

Mystical and Legendary Sites

40. Ethereal Gardens - Magical gardens with rare plants and enchanting beauty.

41. Celestial Observatory - A tower dedicated to studying the stars and celestial events.

42. Sanctuary of Lost Knowledge - A hidden library containing ancient and forbidden texts.

43. Sunken Ruins - The underwater remnants of a lost civilization.

44. Gryphon Nesting Grounds - A mountainous area where gryphons make their nests.

45. Spiral Staircase - An enigmatic, seemingly endless staircase leading to unknown depths.

46. Giant’s Keep - A colossal fortress built and inhabited by giants.

47. Protean Plains - A region where the landscape constantly changes, reshaped by powerful magic or ancient curses.

Adventurous and Explorative Spots

48. Treasure Hunter’s Camp - A gathering spot for explorers seeking lost relics.

49. Relic Seeker’s Cave - A cave rumored to contain powerful artifacts.

50. Explorer’s Outpost - A base for adventurers preparing for expeditions into unknown territories.

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u6is · 24 days ago

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cupid's chokehold

it was from that unforgettable night in Miami.

Kylian's eyes never left the screen, his breathing growing heavier as the video played on.

The video was a secret diary entry that no one else would ever read, a private moment frozen in time for only them to cherish.

warning/s: sex tapes, filming, oral sex (f&m receiving)

—kylian mbappe x reader: fluff / smut

Kylian's heart was as vast and open as the endless sky above, and it was filled with a love so profound that it often overwhelmed him. This love was not for material things or fleeting experiences, but for you. Your eyes sparkled like the stars in the velvet night, and your laughter was the melody that danced in the wind.

Cupid had Kylian in a chokehold.

Every moment away from you felt like an eternity of solitude to Kylian. During the day, the sun was a constant, yet painful reminder of the warmth that was missing from his life. The bright rays served as a stark contrast to the cold emptiness that engulfed him when you weren't by his side. He found solace in the moonlit evenings, where he could whisper his thoughts to the night, hoping they'd reach you like the gentle whispers of the zephyrs that caressed the leaves of distant trees.

The camera was Kylian's gateway to capture your essence, freezing moments of joy, love, and tranquility into a tangible form that could be cherished forever. Each snap of the shutter was a declaration of his adoration for you, a silent promise that he would carry with him through the loneliest of days.

As he was looking at your picture that he kept on his wallet, his thumb traced the outline of your smile, as if trying to feel the warmth of your lips.

Just look at you, so beautiful.

Every crease in the photo, every smudged fingerprint, was a story of his longing, a silent testament to the countless times he'd pulled it out to seek refuge in your image. The photo was more than just a keepsake; it was a bridge that connected his solitary world to the vibrant reality of your presence.

On vacations, Kylian had always brought his camera, a silent companion that never judged or intruded, but merely observed and recorded. He'd capture you in every setting, from the morning light streaming through the hotel window to the candlelit dinners that whispered of romance. The camera had become an extension of his love for you, a way to preserve the fleeting beauty of your moments together, like a butterfly collector meticulously pinning down the most exquisite specimens.

There was one picture that stood out among the hundreds, one that had the power to bring him back to life when the solitude of his days grew too heavy.

It was the one where you had just woken up beside him, your face so naturally beautiful that it took his breath away. Your hair was perfectly framing your serene features as it lay scattered across the crumpled sheets. In that moment, you were the embodiment of a Renaissance painting come to life, your skin bathed in the soft, warm glow of the early dawn.

In the photograph, your eyes were still slightly sleepy, but they held an intensity that spoke volumes about the intimate night you had shared. You were staring straight at the camera lens with a look that could only be described as a blend of vulnerability and pure, unadulterated love. Kylian remembered the way your body had curved into his, fitting like two puzzle pieces that had finally found their match in the quiet of the night. The gentle rise and fall of your chest with every breath, the scent of your hair, and the warmth of your skin had left an imprint on his soul that no amount of time apart could erase.

Thinking about it now, he scrolled through his gallery, his thumb hovering over the countless images of your shared moments. His heart skipped a beat as he found the one he was looking for.

It was the picture from Miami, that summer break before he left for Spain.

The memory washed over him like the waves on the beach where it was taken. The sun had not yet risen, casting a soft, ethereal light that bathed the room in a tender embrace. The two of you were lying on the balcony of the hotel, the city below just beginning to stir to life.

Kylian's transfer to Real Madrid had been a bittersweet victory. The day he signed the contract had been the happiest of his career, but it was also the day you two had to face the inevitable.

A future with an ocean between you.

Now, as he sat alone in his house in Madrid, Kylian found himself scrolling through the album of pictures on his phone. Each one was a precious jewel in the treasure chest of their relationship. There were candid shots of you giggling over shared jokes, photos of you two exploring the beach hand in hand, and selfies that captured the love in your eyes as you both stared into the camera. Each image brought a rush of emotions, a symphony of joy, nostalgia, and longing.

But as he swiped through the timeline of their love story, Kylian stumbled upon a video. His heart began to race, and his breath grew shallow as he recognized the date and the setting - it was from that unforgettable night in Miami.

The video was a silent film of moments that had been burned into his memory.

In the start of the video, you were sitting on the bed, the camera focus on your face. Kylian's hand was gently caressing your cheek.

Kylian was standing in front of you, holding the camera. You looked up at him, your eyes brimming with desire and anticipation, as your hands slowly slid down the waistband of his shorts. The fabric whispered against your fingertips, and as you pulled it down, inch by inch.

The scene grew more intimate, the camera capturing every shared glance, every soft touch. Kylian's voice, low and gentle, could be heard in the background, asking if you were sure, if this was what you truly wanted. Your response was a soft, earnest nod, and the way your eyes never left his was all the reassurance he needed.

The next scene was you licking the head of his cock. Your tongue swirled around the tip, teasing and taunting, as if savoring the sweetness of a decadent dessert. Kylian's hand holding the camera trembled slightly, a testament to the pleasure you were giving him. Your eyes never left his, as if you were feeding not only on the taste but also on the connection you shared in that intimate moment. The sight of your mouth on him was like a siren's call, a visual symphony that echoed through his mind and body even now as he watched it alone in his home.

His heart racing as he remembered the feeling of your warm, wet mouth taking him in. He heard his own voice, a soft groan escaping his lips, and watched as his hand in the video squeezed your neck gently, guiding you deeper. It was a silent dance, a ballet of passion, with you eagerly following the lead of his unspoken desires. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, the screen flickering with the heat of your shared arousal.

Kylian's eyes never left the screen, his breathing growing heavier as the video played on.

As he was watching the video, Kylian slowly put his own hand on his hardened cock, gently caressing it over his shorts. The fabric was tight against his skin, straining to contain the erection that had grown at the sight of your eager mouth. He mimicked your movements from the screen, his thumb tracing the contours of his swollen head as if it were a sacred relic, remembering the way you had licked and sucked him with such enthusiasm. His breathing grew ragged as he watched your eyes close in pleasure, feeling the vibrations of your moan as you took more of him into your mouth.

He swiped again, and another video began to play. This time, the camera was stationed in the nightstand, capturing a more intimate angle. The frame was filled with the sight of you two in bed, entwined in a passionate kiss. The way your bodies melded together, the gentle give and take of your tongues, it was like watching two souls becoming one. The stark contrast of the white sheets against your tanned skin and his muscular physique was like a canvas of love and desire. The video was a secret diary entry that no one else would ever read, a private moment frozen in time for only them to cherish.

As the scene unfolded, Kylian watched with a rapt attention that bordered on obsession. He saw himself, in the video, kissing his way down your neck, leaving a trail of passionate pecks and nibbles. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, exposing the delicate arch of your throat.

"Are you sure it's recording?" you had asked him, your voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down his spine even now.

Kylian paused, looking at his phone to ensure that the recording light was blinking steadily.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as he whispered, "It's recording, baby." Your smile grew wicked, your hand reaching up to trace the line of his jaw before you pushed him down onto the bed.

In the video, Kylian began to untie the strings of your bikini top, his fingers deft and nimble as they worked to expose the treasure beneath. Your breath hitching as the fabric loosened. With a flick of his wrist, the strings gave way, and the bikini top fell open, revealing your full breasts to the hungry gaze of the camera lens.

He took his time, savoring the sight of you, the way your nipples tightened into peaks of desire. He leaned in, his mouth capturing one while his hand cupped the other, teasing and rolling the sensitive flesh between his fingers. You gasped, your back arching off the bed as pleasure bloomed in your chest.

The sound of your moans grew louder, filling the room as he trailed kisses down your stomach, his tongue dipping into your navel as if searching for hidden treasures. The anticipation was almost unbearable, your hips squirming beneath him as he inched closer to your sex.

As Kylian watched the video, he felt a pang of longing so intense it was almost physical. You were spread out before him, your legs trembling as his mouth found the apex of your thighs. He watched himself spread your legs wider, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of your pussy with the same reverence a sculptor might show to a masterpiece. Your moans grew more desperate, more urgent, as he explored the most intimate parts of you, tasting and teasing until you were a moaning mess of pleasure.

Kylian's own hands mirrored the movements on the screen. He pulled his shorts down, freeing his erect cock to the cool air. The sight of you on the video, the sound of your whimpers, the memory of your taste on his lips was too much to bear. He began to stroke himself faster, his eyes transfixed on the video of you, lost in the memory of your scent, the feel of your body against his. His hand moved in rhythm with his memory, his hips bucking up to meet his fist as if he could somehow bridge the distance between you.

In the video, Kylian watched as his tongue slipped inside you, tasting your sweetness as you writhed beneath him.

Pulling him closer, urging him deeper.

The sound of your moans grew more insistent, echoing in the quiet of his apartment, mixing with his own labored breathing. The walls seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his hand, a silent witness to his solitary passion.

He swiped again. The next video was even more explicit than the last.

You were straddling him now, your breasts bouncing as you rode him with a wild abandon that made his cock throb with need. The camera was in his hand again, the angle low and intimate, focusing on your body as it moved in time with his thrusts. The head of his cock was a bright red, glistening with your arousal, as it slid in and out of your tight cunt.

Kylian's hand tightened around his own shaft, mimicking the rhythm of the video. His eyes were glued to the screen as he watched you take him in, your muscles clenching around him in a delicious embrace. The sight of your body moving, the way your breasts bounced and swayed, was almost too much to handle. He could feel the heat building in his balls, his body begging for release.

In the video, your expression was one of pure lust, your eyes locked on his as you rode him faster and faster.

"You’re soaking my cock and the camera’s catching every goddamn drop."

Kylian's other hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding your movements, urging you on with every grunt and groan. Your body responded eagerly, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through you like the surf against the shore. The room was a whirlwind of passion, the air thick with the scent of arousal.

He watched as his hand in the recording reached up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb flicking over the nipple as your movements grew more erratic.

You leaned closer, your breath hot against his skin as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"Kylian," you whispered, your voice thick with desire. "I'm going to come."

But he gently pushed you away from him so that the camera could see your face contort in pleasure.

"Les yeux sur la caméra," (Eyes on the camera)

"let me see you take every inch.”

The lens captured every twitch of your eyebrows, every flutter of your lashes, every quiver of your lips as the orgasm took you over. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and your mouth formed a silent scream of ecstasy. He watched you intently, his strokes slowing to match the rhythm of your breaths, savoring the way your body shuddered with each wave of pleasure.

The camera captured every detail, from the way your cunt clung to him like a glove to the way his balls slapped against your ass with each powerful thrust. The sight was mesmerizing, a visual symphony of raw passion and desire.

As the video continued, Kylian felt his own climax approaching. His hand moved faster, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He watched you on the screen, your cunt convulsing around him, your juices coating his cock in a sheen of lust.

The camera caught every moment of your shared ecstasy, the intimate dance of your bodies captured in high definition. You threw your head back, your hair a wild mess of passion, as Kylian's hand found your clit, his thumb circling it with expert precision.

"That’s it, baby. Take it all."

Your cries grew louder, the sound of your pleasure mixing with the slap of skin against skin.

"Let the camera see what you do for me."

The camera didn't miss a beat, recording every tremor as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered intimacy, and watching it now, Kylian felt his own climax approaching. His hand worked faster, his cock swollen and begging for relief.

As you collapsed onto him, your body still quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure, He leaned in, capturing your gasping mouth with his own in a kiss that was both tender and fierce.

Kylian watched the video end, his breathing ragged and his heart racing. He stroked himself faster. The climax hit him like a bolt of lightning, and he threw his head back, groaning your name as ropes of hot cum shot out, painting the sheets in a testament to his longing.

The release was cathartic, but it was temporary. The emptiness returned almost immediately, like a vacuum in his chest that could never truly be filled without you there beside him. He collapsed onto the bed, the phone still in his hand, the videos playing on a loop in his mind.

As he was coming down from his high, Kylian's thoughts grew fuzzy. He hadn't realized how lost he'd become in his own memories, his own desires.

"Ky?"

And then, the sudden realization hit him like a cold shower.

You sounded concerned, your voice echoing through the speakers.

"We’re still on the call. Did you forget?"

The phone slipped from Kylian's hand, clattering onto the floor. Panic shot through him like a bullet. He'd been so consumed by his fantasy that he had completely forgotten about your call.

You both had perfected this dance of unspoken conversations over the months. It was a beautiful symphony of breaths, punctuated by the occasional laugh or sigh, the kind that didn't need any explanation. It was the kind of silence that could only exist between two people who were so in tune with each other that they could communicate without uttering a single syllable.

His heart raced as he scrambled to pick it up, his cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"I'm...I'm here," he stuttered, trying to compose himself.

There was a beat of silence on the line before you spoke again, a hint of amusement lacing your voice.

"Are you okay?" you asked, the concern now tinged with curiosity.

Kylian took a deep breath, his hand still shaking as he tried to process the reality of the situation.

You'd heard everything, the moans, the whispers, the unmistakable sounds of pleasure that had filled the room.

"I just... I miss you," Kylian admitted, his voice hoarse and thick with emotion. It was a simple confession, but it contained a world of pain and longing that no amount of poetry could convey. The silence between them grew heavy, stretching out like the vast ocean that separated their bodies but could never diminish the love they felt for one another.

On the other end of the line, you remained quiet, allowing the weight of his words to fill the space between them. Kylian could almost feel the warmth of your smile, the way it softened the edges of your voice when you spoke next.

"I miss you too, Kylian," you whispered, the words a gentle caress that seemed to soothe the ragged edges of his soul.

Then, the mischief returned to your voice, the teasing lilt that he adored.

"But it seems like you've been keeping some pretty... intimate company." You couldn't help but giggle, the sound light and playful, as you pictured him sprawled out on the bed, his hand still wrapped around his now-softening cock. The image was so vivid in your mind, it was as if you were right there with him, sharing in his moment of passion.

hi, just a quick reminder!!!! only share that kind of closeness with someone who makes you feel safe, seen, and entirely loved. make sure it's with someone you trust completely, someone who holds your heart gently, even when the camera’s off.

kylian’s a real yearner in real life, i just feel it in my bones. lmk what you think!!! your words keep me writing ☺️

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psychics4unet · 9 months ago

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The Secrets of the Void: Entering the Ultimate Psychic State

Introduction: The Void is a profound state of consciousness where the mind transcends ordinary reality, offering deep psychic insights and spiritual experiences. Tapping into the Void can amplify your intuitive abilities and connect you with higher realms.

How to Enter the Void:

Prepare your space by choosing a quiet, comfortable location where you won’t be disturbed. Start by meditating deeply, focusing on your breath, and slowly clearing your mind of all thoughts. Visualize yourself floating in a vast, dark space, where nothing exists but you. Surrender fully to the emptiness, letting go of all expectations and concerns.

Practice deep, slow breathing to calm your nervous system and help you enter a state of deep relaxation. Light candles or incense to create a serene atmosphere, enhancing your focus on entering the Void. Use calming music or binaural beats designed to help reach altered states of consciousness. Try grounding yourself first by imagining roots growing from your body into the Earth, anchoring you in the present moment.

Adopt a comfortable posture, either sitting or lying down, that allows you to remain still for an extended period. Keep your eyes closed to reduce external stimuli and enhance your inward focus. Set a clear intention before you begin, asking for guidance or clarity during your journey into the Void. Practice mindfulness, bringing your awareness fully into the present moment, letting go of past and future thoughts.

Repeat a mantra or affirmation that helps you detach from your everyday thoughts and enter a deeper state. Focus on the space between your thoughts, allowing the silence to expand. Imagine yourself dissolving into the darkness, becoming one with the Void. Let go of the need to control your experience, allowing whatever arises to do so naturally.

Use visualization techniques to see the Void as a gateway to deeper understanding and insight. Imagine a doorway or portal in your mind’s eye that leads directly into the Void. Focus on your third eye, the center of your forehead, as a way to enhance your psychic awareness. Release all tension in your body, letting it melt away as you sink deeper into relaxation.

Practice yoga or gentle stretching beforehand to prepare your body for stillness. Keep a journal nearby to record any insights or experiences that come to you after your session. Set a timer to avoid checking the time, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the experience. Consider fasting or eating lightly before your session to enhance mental clarity.

Focus on your breath, counting each inhale and exhale to help quiet the mind. Use crystals like amethyst or clear quartz to enhance your connection to the Void. Practice regularly, as entering the Void becomes easier with time and experience. Start with short sessions, gradually increasing the time spent in meditation.

Visualize yourself surrounded by a protective light, ensuring your journey into the Void is safe. Allow yourself to drift off if you feel sleepy; sometimes, the Void can be accessed in the space between wakefulness and sleep. Use essential oils like lavender or sandalwood to help calm the mind and body. Focus on the feeling of weightlessness, as if you’re floating in the vastness of space.

Clear your mind of all distractions, both internal and external, before you begin. Listen to your intuition, following any guidance or impressions you receive during your journey. Stay patient and persistent, as entering the Void can take practice and dedication. Consider using a guided meditation specifically designed to help you reach the Void.

Trust the process, even if your experience is subtle or different from what you expected. Be open to whatever messages or insights come to you, even if they seem unrelated at first. Allow yourself to feel the vastness and silence of the Void, embracing the stillness. Reflect on your experience afterward, noting any shifts in your awareness or understanding.

Practice detachment, letting go of any need for a specific outcome or experience. Keep your mind open, allowing the Void to reveal itself to you in its own time. Approach each session with a sense of curiosity and wonder, exploring the unknown depths of your consciousness.

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bigboppa01 · 5 months ago

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U.S. Route 50 in Nevada, stretching approximately 408 miles from the California border near Lake Tahoe to the Utah border near Baker, is famously known as "The Loneliest Road in America." This route traverses diverse landscapes, including the scenic Sierra Nevada mountains, vast desert expanses, and remote mountain ranges. Major cities along the way include Carson City, Fallon, and Ely, each offering unique attractions such as historical sites, the Nevada Northern Railway Museum, and gateways to natural wonders like Great Basin National Park. The road also passes through historic mining towns like Austin and Eureka, preserving 19th-century charm and providing a glimpse into Nevada's rich mining heritage.

Travelers on Route 50 should prepare for minimal traffic, limited cell service, and stretches with few services, underscoring the importance of planning fuel stops and carrying extra supplies. Despite its isolation, the highway offers a wealth of recreational activities, including hiking, camping, off-roading, and stargazing, particularly near landmarks like Sand Mountain Recreation Area and Lehman Caves. Celebrated for its historical significance as part of the Pony Express and Lincoln Highway, Route 50 presents a unique and serene driving experience through some of America's most striking and solitary landscapes.

#route 50 #landscape #landscape photography #lonely planet #america

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helena-chevalier-nature-sounds · 2 months ago

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🌿Whispering Winds and Rain: Misty Mountain Series🌾

🌧️Step into the serene beauty of a misty mountain, where rain falls softly, and the wind dances through tall grass, ferns, and trees. This compilation captures soothing nature on a rainy day, with strong winds creating an enchanting symphony as vegetation sways rhythmically. Whether you're seeking relaxation, inspiration, or just a quiet moment to escape, this video is your gateway to the great outdoors.🌳

The 2 hour 1080p 16:9 aspect ratio compilation video that this clip came from is on Helena's YouTube channel, Helena Chevalier Nature Sounds. Click on source link.

If you would like to see more videos like this, please let me know in the comment section.

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swaps55 · 16 days ago

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Mezzo - Chapter 13 - Wolves

Pairing: mshenko | Rating: M

Tags: Canon-typical violence, trauma, dealing with your problems poorly, body autonomy struggles

Summary: The twists and turns of ME2, through the eyes of everyone but Commander Shepard.

Chapter Summary: Liara’s decisions come back to haunt. Joker finds himself in unexpected company. Mordin makes a discovery. Garrus is summoned to solve an aquatic mystery. Shepard’s biggest fan gets a cameo. AKA, The Normandy arrives at Illium and everyone is awkward about it.

Chapter 13: Wolves | Read on Ao3

21 December 2185, Crescent Nebula, Tasale System, Illium Liara curls her fingers around the railing, gaze locked on the observation window at the ghost ship coasting into Docking Bay 93. The last time she’d seen the Normandy, she’d been in pieces over Alchera, reduced to nothing but shrapnel tumbling past the tiny escape pod where she’d spent nearly thirty hours waiting for rescue, Caroline Grenado’s blood smeared across her hardsuit. (I will not leave you here alone.) The ship now parked serenely in Bay 93 is the wrong size, painted the wrong colors. The smoke, the leaking coolant, the shattered hull have all been erased. Ships had never meant much to Liara. Before the Normandy they were nothing more than a conduit between stars, a gateway to uncharted worlds where secrets lay buried in stone, waiting for her to discover them. Before the Normandy, she’d never even bothered to unpack a suitcase on a starship. But then Shepard had come to her rescue on Therum. Instead of focusing all her energy on the history dead and buried on all of those worlds, she’d come to care about the future, and what little of it there might be left. When she’d first boarded the Normandy, she’d had no bag to unpack even if she had wanted to. Her stay was to be as temporary as every other ship she had been on. But then Alenko had presented her with a small prothean flute they’d found on Feros. He’d had a case made for it on the Citadel and hung it for her in Dr. Chakwas’ back office. In that moment, the small space she had borrowed had become hers. Do you think it still plays? Alenko had asked. Shall we find out? she had replied, before gently removing the flute from its case and playing a note, perhaps the first sound it had made in over fifty thousand years. The flute, like the Normandy, like Shepard, like Caroline Grenado, had all been lost over Alchera. But the ship, at least, has been reborn. And Shepard is aboard. Liara could not take back Grenado’s death. But she – or Cerberus, rather – had taken back his. She kneads her fingers as she waits. Curse the Nos Astra Docking Authority for all their blithering and bureaucracy. She has arrived much too early, but nothing to be done about it now. The last time she had seen Shepard remains perfectly clear in her memory. Slouching in a chair over coffee in the mess, digging at the gravity well even more than usual, excitement over getting back out in the Mako bleeding out as kinetic energy. See you later, T’Soni, he’d said as she’d taken her leave, crooked smile on his face. Now, at last, his words might be true. His death had taken so much with him. Any hope they had of learning what secrets Ilos held that might save them from the reapers had been locked in the prothean cipher he had possessed. Only Shiala could have closed that knowledge gap, but nearly a year since her disappearance from Feros, Liara hasn’t been able to recover her, either. But even Shiala did not have the Eden Prime beacon in her head. Shepard, be it through luck, fate, or sheer force of will, had been singularly unique. Without him, their galactic cycle may very well end the way the prothean’s had, and so many who had come before them. Snuffed out, world by world, until there was nothing left but scattered relics. Would, perhaps, some alien creature find some trinket of Liara’s and wonder who had held it, the way she’d held that flute? The Normandy hadn’t just taught her to start tending to the future. It had taught her to live in her present. Early mornings with Shepard over coffee. Daily calisthenics with Williams. Garrus and Wrex’s determined efforts to improve her aim with a pistol. Listening to Tali talk about her love stories. Alenko’s late night cooking. It had been so long since Liara had raised her head above her work and just…indulged in the people around her. Two years later, her heart still aches at the memory of Shepard’s final smile. At long last, the airlock hisses open. Her heart jumps. She stands straighter. There he is.

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#mass effect #mshenko #mezzo update #well that took a while huh?#but hey we got there #whew

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alteredstatesstuff · 2 years ago

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ruins of old city wall

#landscape #outdoors #peaceful #serene #nature #beauty #photography #fantasy #wall #gateway #old road #building #city #cityscape

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conceptofjoy · 7 months ago

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hard pivot. roxy has a body, but also doesn't. the way she's the first to traverse using the void as a gateway. windows are important for the dreaming subject, because its how the dream selves leave their rooms. the motherhood theme surrounding her, creating through the concept of things and bringing them into the physical world because of it. her convo with serenity/calliope in the void starts with us glimpsing into her wizardfic journal. a parallel to rose's journals x2.

#idk half baked thought.#d talks

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dreamdepot · 26 days ago

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New Story: Super Royal Assistant!

(Bowser x Male Reader)

Working for Princess Peach as her official assistant seems like a dream job, until you realize how much you have to deal with a certain Koopa King. Why does he keep kidnapping you with your boss anyway?

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Available as always at: AO3 Wattpad or below!

“Okay, breathe… breathe…” you reminded yourself as you walked down the lane. Lucky for you, the Toads in Toad Town seemed to understand you were under a lot of pressure today, parting for you and not only because you stood a good head and shoulders over them all.

The bustling capital of the Mushroom Kingdom seemed busier than ever, but it was really just a normal Monday for everyone but you. As of today, you were starting your new job. Not only that, but it was your first job out of college. Not only that, but your new job made you the personal assistant to the current monarch of the Mushroom Kingdom.

No pressure.

You clutched your brand-new leather messenger bag tightly as you hustled north from the train station. How you wished today you could just have stopped for a snack with Tayce T! Maybe there was a badge in the shop that made you less nervous? Maybe Merlon had a charm or something that would keep you from losing your job? You looked at your watch again. There was hardly enough time for that (despite being more than a half-hour early). You had to show you were a model employee after all! Hands to shake, people to meet, first impressions to make! Instead, you turned on to Castle Lane and passed through the last of the gateways through the old walls.

There it stood, atop the next hill: Princess Toadstool’s Castle. The white brick and red-tiled roof were iconic the world over, and now you were about to work there. You followed the cobblestone road along the Castle Lake and down through what was Toad Town’s richest neighborhood, the Castle District. At last, you came to the final walls; the Toad Guards saluted you as you passed through the iron gates. It would have been nice to have a little more time to enjoy the serene castle grounds, but your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears, you couldn’t hear anything else. You crossed the white-stone bridge over the sparkling waters of the moat. The massive castle loomed over you. High above, the iconic stained-glass window greeted you. You took one last chance to make sure you looked presentable. Your red vest lined with gold made for quite the striking uniform. With shaky hands, you opened the doors to the castle’s grand entrance.

The doors shut with a heavy boom that echoed through the quiet mezzanine. The marble floors were so clean they were nearly mirrors, which made you all the more hesitant to even walk on them. The edges were covered in lush red carpeting. The walls were painted in a beautiful mural to represent the iconic towering hills of the Mushroom Kingdom. Sun streamed through the windows onto a rather conspicuous rug, but there was no time to inspect that right now.

“Okay…” you muttered, fumbling with your bag and pulling out the letter you received. “Come to the castle… meet with Toadsworth. No location given… but I can’t just wander around here…”

“Hi there!”

“Eep!” You nearly jumped out of your skin, spinning around to see a Toad in a mismatched red hat and blue vest.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya!”

“That’s okay,” you said, trying to slow your heart back down. “I’m [Y/n], I think I might be a bit lost. First day and trying to make a good impression.”

“Oh, you’re new? Me too, I just started here a little while ago. My name’s Toad!”

“Toad…?”

“Just Toad.”

“Oh, so like Just T.?”

“Nope, just Toad.”

“Just… Toad.” Unusual, but not the strangest name you’d heard before. “Okay, just Toad, you wouldn’t happen to know where to find the chief steward would you?”

He thought for a moment. “I’m joining the castle guard, not the estate staff… but I think he’s probably on the Second Floor. That’s usually where he hangs around since the Princess’ room is on that floor.”

“Oh, great, thanks!” You hurried towards the grand staircase but skidded to a stop to add a quick, “Good luck with your first day as a guard!”

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The staircase led you up to another atrium, similarly decorated with walls now painted to look like the sky. Unlike the first floor, here the staircase to the third floor split and curved down the sides. A guard stood at the first room directly across from you. Judging by the decoration – and the armed presence – you had to guess that must be the royal bedroom. This floor seemed much busier than the previous, with several hallways and rooms branching off from here. It was hard to decide which to try first, but you thankfully didn’t need to resort to trial and error.

“Ah, would you happen to be Mr. [L/n]?” A distinguished Toad in a brown cap and purple vest, complete with bowtie, entered from what appeared to be a library. He stroked his impressive mustache.

“Yes sir,” You said, instantly in good-first-impression mode.

“Ah-ha! A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, old bean!” The elderly retainer strode quite spryly to you, despite leaning on his cane. “I am Toadsworth, chief steward to her majesty.”

“[Y/n],” you said, shaking his hand. “I’m looking forward to working with you.”

“Likewise. I apologize for the invitation, I realized I forgot to include our meeting place, but here you are, right on time! Living up to your reputation already. Well, enough chat here in the open, shall we get started?” You scarcely nodded before he was leading you down the impressive hallway. Light streamed into the hall, making the marble floor sparkle. Everything was polished to a perfect shine. As you followed Toadsworth, he led you past a variety of stunningly lifelike paintings of various places from Chucklehuck Woods to Tostarena. “If you think those are impressive, I’m sure you’ll love the Grand Gallery! The reopening is next week, some of the greatest paintings I’ve ever seen. Ah, but we mustn’t dawdle, too many things to do. This is a big day for you after all.”

“Yes sir.” You tried to remain calm, but you clutched your messenger bag with a death grip.

Toadsworth chortled. “Now now, loosen up a bit there. Won’t do for you to have a coronary before meeting the princess! I promise your work here won’t be nearly as intimidating as it seems, and I guarantee you are the right one for the job! Besides, I asked you to come a bit earlier so that you and I can have our first proper meeting.”

He led you into a small but cozy office. Much like the rest of the castle, it was well-lit, but the décor was much more old-fashioned with dark-oak furniture and velvet cushions. Despite the sunny day, a fire crackled in the fireplace that somehow made the room just warm enough. Toadsworth beckoned you to a cozy armchair opposite his own. He poured you a steaming cup of tea. “I figured a classic blend today, Koopa Tea. Partial to a Petalburg blend myself with a hint of Fire Flower – just the punch I need to get my old bones moving.”

“Thank you,” you said. “But I thought you said we had too much to do?”

“Lesson number one, there is always time for tea! I have passed this lesson on to the princess and now I will pass it on to you. It is crucial to stop and take stock when you have a busy day, especially when things seem to be going wrong. No problem is too great for a spot of tea.”

“I see…” You took a sip of yours, a rich and soothing taste with a slightly spicy finish that warmed and soothed you.

“Now, please refresh my memory, you’re originally from New Donk City, isn’t that right?”

“Yes sir, born and raised.”

“Good, the princess always seems to get along best with fellows from New Donk City,” he said with a conspiratorial wink. “But not only are you from New Donk, you have quite the impressive resumé! Pardon me a moment…” he fiddled with his glasses as he fished a folded page from his vest. “Graduate of Crown City University, summa cum laude, International Relations and Political Affairs. Postgraduate work at the University of Goom, with honors. Study abroad in Port Prisma and the Beanbean Kingdom, performed with Toadofsky and the Tute family, Picross afficionado… very impressive! I wonder how you had any time to sleep!”

Your new employer didn’t need to know about how your senior year and post-grad was almost solely fueled by Shroom Shakes, DK Burnin’ Energy Drinks, and Triple-Shot Chuckoccinos... or the extracurriculars you didn’t list on your resumé for blowing off steam. “I hope that it will be enough to keep up with the Princess,” you said meekly.

“Oh, dear boy, I think you’ll have no trouble at all.” Toadsworth chortled. “In fact, I think you’ll fit right in, no question about it.” He took a sip of his tea. “Look at me, talking on and on like a old man. I forget what it was like to be new. You must have questions for me?”

“There’s a million in my head right now,” you admitted. “Though, I suppose if I had to ask one, what would be the best advice you could give me on how to start?”

“One step at a time,” Toadsworth said without hesitation. He chuckled, then explained, “Sometimes we have a daunting task and the road to surmounting it treacherous to say the least. There’s other things you have to learn first, and those things lead down a warp pipe of a million other things. After a while, the task seems impossible. That’s the trap, my boy. Starting a massive task, whether it’s climbing a mountain, writing a book, or working as a royal assistant – it’s an brand new adventure, and it starts with one step at a time. Break the massive task into pieces. Even Mario himself has to break his adventures down into bite-size chunks to save the princess. I can’t imagine how daunting it might seem to go through it all at once, even for him. So why make it harder on yourself?”

“Huh,” you said. “Thanks… that helps a lot.”

“My boy, I trust you will do excellently. It has been many years since I last wore the red vest…” He looked fondly at your uniform for a moment. “I have no doubt in my mind though that you will soon be wearing purple.”

“Purple?”

“Ah, top level staff,” he said, tugging at his own vest. “Royal purple, King Marzipan was quite fond of the color, and the Princess kept the tradition. I imagine you’ll be promoted to wear it as well in no time. Mind you, my intuition is never wrong!”

“I don’t doubt that sir,” you said, indulging in a little laugh. “I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I can ask for, my boy! Now, I won’t throw you to the Chomps right away, you’ll start out slowly and take on more duties as you get accustomed to them. Let’s start with a little overview…”

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The next hour was a crash course lesson on the kingdom, the Princess, and keeping the royal household moving. Surprisingly, it wasn’t nearly as boring as you’d have imagined, and the hour passed in the blink of an eye. As Toadsworth led the way down the hall, he gave you a final review quiz, with some helpful tangents here and there.

“The princess does have several castles, I’m sure you’ll see them in time. Most of your work will be here at the main castle in Toad Town. Now, if one of the ministers arrives looking for her majesty when she’s not in residence, the correct response is?”

“I’m terribly sorry, but our Princess is in another castle,” you recited. “I would be happy to take a message for her.”

“Precisely! Though, as her newest attaché and assistant, I doubt you’ll spend much time away from her. Look sharp now,” he said, tapping you with his cane, “We’ve arrived at the Princess’ room.”

You scrambled to make sure your shirt was properly tucked and your vest straightened. The guard stepped aside, saluting both of you. With a deep breath, you nodded to Toadsworth, and the doors swung open.

A floral aroma greeted you as the doors opened to a beautiful, but surprisingly less opulent room than you expected. Much like Toadsworth’s room, there was a fire in the fireplace and the room was so clean there was not a speck of dust to be found. The far side was dominated by a large pink bed. There was a walk-in closet and a nice vanity, but overall, her room was tidy and clutter free. Decorations were limited to a few pictures and bouquets of flowers. Last but not least, her bedroom opened out onto a balcony, overlooking Toad Town.

The Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom rose from her bedside. “Ah hello, you must be [Y/n].” From the tip of her crown to the hem of her pink dress, she was the picture of poise and elegance.

“Yes, your majesty,” you said with a bow. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The Princess giggled and shook your hand. “I’m sure we’ll get on splendidly. Toadsworth is taking good care of you, I hope?”

You flustered a bit, but Toadsworth stepped in. “Only the best for our newest member of staff. I’ve given him a brief overview, but I figured it would be best for him to get accustomed to meeting you. I daresay you may have left him a little starstruck.”

“Oh, don’t pick on him Toadsworth. Now, I believe you have the daily briefing for me?”

“Ah yes, something our new friend will be taking over in no time. Let’s get to brass tacks, shall we? Your cousin has requested your presence at the christening of her new ship. Festivities are to be held at Toad Harbor. I’ve scheduled that for just before your tour of the remodeled Grand Gallery…”

You did your best to listen and take notes, but you realized there was a quiet fourth person in the room with you. Another attendant served tea and small refreshments – and gave you a welcoming smile as well. She wore magenta and had blonde hair in two tight buns. As the Princess and Toadsworth talked, she quietly leaned over to you. “First days are so exciting, aren’t they?”

“Yes, just a lot to take in.”

“Oh certainly, but don’t worry, we all look out for each other. By the way, my name is Toadiko, the Princess’ maid. If you need information, I’m your gal. Nothing goes on in this castle without me hearing about it.” You could imagine how such a claim was a point of distinction… or a threat. That said, she seemed very kind and genuine. The more friendly faces, the better, as you settled in.

You wanted to ask her more, but Toadsworth was already wrapping up his briefing. “Now, time waits for no one, shall we get to it?” Before you could ask what “it” was, the Princess led the way out of her room and down the hall.

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“And here, is where your office will be,” Toadsworth said, leading you into a small antechamber before the Princess’s main office. “At least until I convince the Princess to remodel…”

Princess Toadstool laughed. “Toadsworth, I like the balcony in this office. Who wants to work in a stuffy room all day when I can enjoy a nice spring breeze?”

Toadsworth shook his head. “Princess, I couldn’t agree more, but please consider your safety. It is a security risk if he decides to come by as he usually does…”

Ah. Yes. Him.

To be honest, the thought of him hadn’t crossed your mind until right now. The panic of a post-college job search tends to do that. It was soon dawning on you that you were now in the line of fire for a head of state who happened to be kidnapped.

A lot.

You thought you masked your rising panic well but apparently not well enough for the Princess. “Toadsworth,” she chastised, “we’ll talk about this later. May I have a moment alone with my new attaché?”

“Ah yes, of course, excuse me,” Toadsworth said, clearing his throat. He gave you a firm nod of support that practically screamed Stiff upper lip, old boy! and then he quickly made his exit.

The Princess gently patted your shoulder. “Please don’t pay attention to him. Bowser may like to kidnap me, but things always end up fine in the end. He may be an evil king, but he knows to be fairly gentle on the castle staff… err, mostly.”

“M-Mostly?”

The Princess waved her hand, hastily adding, “The worst that could happen is he tosses you in a cage for a few hours. And besides we have plenty of talented doctors and healers should anything worse happen.” She took your hands in hers with a warm smile. “Don’t worry, everything is going to go smoothly. Let’s just focus on getting your feet wet with the normal day-to-day work before we talk about anything like that.”

Your mind raced, but the Princess was right. One step at a time. “Right, let’s do this,” you said. “So first, let me provide you your schedule update…” You pulled out a small planner pocketbook, bright pink to match the Princess. “Oh, I’m sorry, you’re due for a meeting. It looks like a phone call with the CEO of Toad Toy Store. According to my notes, they are asking to use your likeness on a new Princess Castle playset. Would you like me to take notes for you?”

The Princess laughed. “I can see Toadsworth wasn’t kidding. You really are on top of things. No need to worry, I’ll handle this one today, but I’ll probably ask for your help in the future. In the meantime, why don’t you get settled in your new desk and get comfortable with everything?”

“Um, okay,” You said with a weak nod. As the door shut, you slumped into the surprisingly comfortable office chair. “Didn’t expect a first day to be so stressful…”

Your new office was thankfully cozy. Similar to Toadsworth’s office, you had a classy dark oak desk angled towards the door and partially blocking the way to the Princess’s office. The main difference lay in the adorable mushroom shaped lamp and the sleek desktop computer with dual monitors. As the room was more of a roomette, there was just enough room for your desk and a few soft chairs for those awaiting the Princess. As the final touch, a bowl of gourmet candy made by Tayce T sat on the edge of your desk. You decided to sneak one of your favorites and booted up your new computer.

You barely had time to finish your candy before you heard the office door open. You stood and put on your best customer service smile. “Good morning, how may I help you?”

“One Princess to go,” came the response in a deep voice that shook you to your core.

Your eyes went up and up and up to the terrifying sight of the massive King of the Koopas. Your heart raced as you realized he could end your game at the snap of a finger. You wanted to be brave like the Mario Bros. and tell him to go away, yet your brain short-circuited and all that came out was: “Do you have an appointment?”

Bowser stopped and stared at you. “An… appointment?”

Roll with it. You thought. “Yes, an appointment. I’m afraid the princess is booked solid today.” You flipped through the pages of your organizer. “Hmm, yeah, I’m not seeing many openings, but I think I can squeeze you in next Thursday. How long do you think this kidnapping will be?”

Bowser blinked and looked down at the Magikoopa at his side. “Uh, the kidnapping itself or how long we plan to hold her?”

“Do you have remote meeting options at your castle?”

The Magikoopa tapped the tip of his staff. “We do, but the castle internet is undergoing a bit of maintenance, upgrading to fiber. Perhaps we could do the old teleconference line…”

“If you need time, I can email you a poll link so we can compare availability-”

“ENOUGH!” Bowser roared. “This is ridiculous, I am the King of the Koopas, Master of Mean, Emperor of Evil! B-O-W-S-E-R! I don’t listen to annoying assistants, and I don’t wait for appointments! I am taking the Princess!” With one swoop of his arm, he knocked your desk – and you – aside and stomped through to the Princess’s office. Stars spun before your eyes as you struggled back to your feet. A scream spurred you into action.

“Bowser! Let me go!” You shoved the door open. The Princess looked up, red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry! I wanted today to be an easy day for you.”

“Princess!” You stumbled forward, but suddenly the castle shook. An anchor slammed into the balcony, tearing it and half of the castle wall away. Bowser easily leaped out the hole, grabbing the anchor with one arm and hauling himself and the Princess up, while the Magikoopa summoned a broomstick and flew away.

“I am not losing this job on my first day!” You shouted, leaping out the hole and grabbing onto the anchor chain. As the airship started to pull away, you began to scramble up, link by link.

“Uh, King Bowser sir?” A Goomba muttered peeking over the edge at you. “Do… do I stop him?”

“I thought he was an assistant?” A Paratroopa muttered.

A Shy Guy nodded sagely. “I’ve done crazier things for health insurance benefits…”

“We give you all good benefits!” The Magikoopa shouted.

“Which is why I work for you instead of that stupid fast-food place!” The Shy Guy shouted back.

Meanwhile, you heaved yourself over the ship’s railing, doing your best not to hurl. By the time you caught your breath, you noticed a massive shadow looming over you. You looked up into the glare of King Bowser. Smoke rose from his nostrils, and cinders flew from his mouth as he looked down upon you. “Huh, tough guy alert! Looks like the Princess hired someone with some backbone for once.”

“Give… her… back…” you panted, rising unsteadily to your feet. You put up your fists.

Bowser laughed in your face. You realized one of his hands dwarfed both of your fists together. The tip of his claw alone probably would knock more than your teeth out. “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do if I don’t, pipsqueak?”

An excellent question. You weren’t exactly an athlete and a few awkward striker games in college didn’t translate to combat – nor did that one awkward date with a boxer at his gym. Lucky for you, the answer came in a different form as you heard two new voices. “Luigi! Let’s-a go!”

“Okie dokie!”

“Wahoo!” The two superstar brothers landed on the deck, easily knocking the Koopa forces out before turning towards Bowser himself.

You could nearly see the vein throb on Bowser’s forehead. Flames danced between his fangs. “Mario! Green bean!”

“It’s, uh… Luigi…” The younger brother quietly added, despite no one seeming to hear him. Mario meanwhile wasted on time, leaping forward towards Bowser.

“Showtime!” The Koopa King growled, swiping at Mario. The rest of his forces charged forward, mostly towards Luigi.

“I swear I am signing up for the dojo first thing after I get off work.” You narrowly slipped away from a careening Koopa shell, only to trip on a Bob-omb. The sensitive guy lit his fuse. “Oh no!” You swooped him up and chucked him across the ship just in time, sending a few Goombas tumbling overboard. “Apply for a quiet office job, you’ll like it! Low stress! ARGH!”

You then felt a tap on your shoulder. It was the Magikoopa. “So, first day? Sorry about that. I swear guys like us always get stuck with the hard work, and I’m getting too old for all this. Gotta pay the bills somehow, am I right?”

“No kidding.” You looked him up and down. “Uh… you’re not gonna attack me?”

“Oh no, not today. Sooner this gets over with, sooner I get back home to watch the livestream of Madame Flurrie’s Farewell Tour.” He cleaned his glasses. “Oh, Kamek by the way.”

“[Y/n].”

You hoped to ask a few more questions, but a loud “Curse you Mario!” ripped through the battle as the main propeller of the ship began to give out.

“Yup, that’s about right on cue, “ Kamek sighed, pulling out his broomstick. “See you next time, [Y/n]. We’ll have to talk one of these days.” He started to float off, but stopped. “I suggest abandoning ship soon.”

“R-right!” You bolted for the side of the ship, taking one last look around. The Princess and the Mario Bros were nowhere to be seen, so you took a deep breath and leaped…

And soon found yourself upside down in a topiary on the castle grounds. Your head was still spinning, even after slipping through the branches to solid ground. “Hey, you okay?” You looked up to see a gloved hand offer you some help up. Luigi smiled awkwardly.

“Yeah, thanks.” You took his hand and got up. You quickly brushed yourself off and straightened your vest. “Thanks so much for coming to save us. Wish I got to meet you under better circumstances, but it’s very nice to make your acquaintance, Luigi!”

Luigi’s eyes brightened. “It’s good to meet you too, Mr… uh…?”

“Sorry, [Y/n], I’m Princess Toadstool’s new assistant. I sure picked a hell of a first day, huh?”

Luigi laughed with you. “Mamma mia, no kidding! I hope we didn’t make that bad of an impression. I promise Bowser doesn’t come by every day!” He paused, then stroked his moustache. “Well… usually at least.”

“Oh no, you were awesome! I just hope I didn’t make a fool of myself in front of the Princess…”

“I don’t think you’ll need to worry about that.” He nodded towards Mario and the Princess, who were now walking over.

“[Y/n], you aren’t hurt are you?” The Princess quickly gave you a once over, gently checking you for any wounds.

“N-no your majesty, I’m fine. I’m sorry-”

“What for? You were amazing! I was so worried you might have gotten hurt, but I never would’ve expected you’d jump in to save me!”

“Well, I wouldn’t say save… I think Mario did that.”

The plumber clapped you on the back with a hearty laugh. “Doesn’t matter, you still came up here! That takes some guts!”

“I just hope you aren’t scared off after all that,” the Princess said.

If today was any indication of what the rest of your time at the castle would be like, you certainly had a ride ahead of you. Yet… the more you thought about it, the chaos did make it fun. How many people could say they faced down King Bowser alone? The thrill… the adrenaline… you’d never felt anything like it before. “No,” you finally said. “Not planning on going anywhere.”

“Come on [Y/n], we have a lot to talk about while I bake this cake for Mario and Luigi.”

“Of course, coming, your majesty!”

“Please, just call me Peach!”

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A/n: And here we are on a brand new adventure! Thank you for your patience. This story will be a little more light-hearted than Dreams of the Kingdom to match the Mario world. I hope you enjoy it as you become embroiled in the life of the Princess and the Koopa King. Next time, it’s off to the Grand Gallery, the royal repository for the Mushroom Kingdom’s art collection. Stay tuned for what awaits you inside the castle walls…

#x reader #x male reader #bowser #bowser x reader #my stuff

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