#man it's so much easier for me to draw luigi now

[zarla-s]

Think you’ll ever draw/write Luisely again? :0

it's been 3000 years........

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[scribhneoirtuirseach]

I'll Let the Seasons Change My Mind (4/10)

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featuring: Bowser, Luigi

wordcount: 762

Luigi can't help but wonder if the sensory room Bowser built was also partially an act of self care for himself— He can't say he'd blame the man, sometimes it's easier to do things when it's for other people, isn't it?

The thought doesn't come from thin air, whether it's true or not. The Koopa king, once feared among all the lands and kingdoms who knew of him, is now curled up comfortably on the soft ground, almost… purring in his sleep as Luigi threads his hands through his hair.

With it comes more questions; If some battles began as a result from frustration that he couldn't regulate, if the obsession with Peach was a 'favourite person' situation…

Is he Bowser's favourite person?

The thought flusters Luigi, having him draw in on himself despite the fact that the only person here that could notice or judge is currently very unconscious.

What a situation to be in… What if Peach's refusal is what had him keep coming back? What if Luigi's acceptance and more time spent together lead to the King being bored of him eventually, tossing him to the side in favor of someone new and better? He doesn't think it's hard for anyone to be better than him.

But then again— He could be the healthiest option, despite all his flaws. While Bowser has been very kind, creating this space… Luigi would have been happy without, all he wants is some company that'll actually care for what he has to say, listen to him. Bowser's proven himself more than capable of this, going out of his way to make the human comfortable.

Even if it's all some strange act, well, at least he'll have tangoed at all.

During all of this thinking and drawing in on himself, he's naturally ended up with his hands to himself again. Luigi can't help but force the slightest chuckle at the ridiculousness of it, head tilting when when he notices big red eyes slowly open to look at him.

"Ah, did I wake you up?"

Shaking his head, Bowser curls closer, letting out a content huff. Turns out Luigi makes a pretty decent living teddy bear— And who is the human to argue? "Could practically feel you overthinking… Purring is meant to make you relax, you know."

"It is?" Luigi titters. "I didn't know that… But I am relaxed. Look at me, eh?" He gestures vaguely to himself, happily slumped against the King. "Boneless as a Boo!"

That earns an amused brow raise. "I think I prefer you as a boneful Italian." Bowser decides, snout nuzzling against that soft cheek. "You must be comfortable. I'm surprised you didn't go home…"

"Did you want me to? I can—"

"Never." That rumbles out like more of a growl than a purr, tail coming around Luigi to prevent him from walking away— Before Bowser realises that's maybe not the greatest natural reaction, clearing his throat as he relaxes his body language again. Luigi, strange man that he is, hadn't even thought of moving a muscle anyhow, perfectly content where he is. "I apologise, I'm still learning."

"Not at all! I like that you enjoy my company so much." The Italian soothes, hands coming up to pet that snout. "But, while we're learning… We should talk, I think."

"Discuss a dowry?" Bowser predicts, tail back to a simple sway. "Easy; I will give you anything you want."

"No— I would only want you, anyway, so that's not even…" Luigi waves a hand nonchalantly, as if that isn't the most casual confession drop in the world. "Just us. And, maybe you can meet the parents, if you'd like."

"Humans too?"

"No, my father is a Shy Guy, and my mother, Cheep Cheep." Luigi answers, managing to keep a poker face for a grand total of 2.5 seconds before bursting into a fit of giggles. "Yes, both humans."

Narrowing his eyes, Bowser smiles, awkward and lopsided— And absolutely perfect. "You have a strange sense of humour. Is that common among humans?"

"Mm, all different tastes… Most of mine aren't common." He admits, before pulling finger guns. "I have an acquired taste." Smooth.

The King groans at that, playfully nudging Luigi to knock him over. He's just realises he's in love with a complete dork. "I think I hate you, actually."

"Yeah, yeah~" Luigi snickers, reaching to use Bowser's hand to pull himself back up. "So… Parents?"

"Parents." Bowser agrees, fixing Luigi's hat properly onto his head. "You're lucky Kamek's already taken a shine to you."

"I'm lucky to have you."

[illfoandillfie]

Hey darling, for prompt weekend can I have B1, C4, and F14 with either Roger or Ben? You’re the best and the greatest!

her you go darling! I went with Ben since most of the requests have been for Rog and I wanted somethign a lil different lmao Hope you like it!

Extensive talking during foreplay and sex + In costume + In a bath tub

The party had been fun, right up until your friend and her boyfriend snuck off together, leaving you in a room full of strangers. The host was one of her friends that you’d met in passing once or twice but couldn’t pick out of the mass of costumed people, and that was the strongest connection you had to anyone there. You were contemplating leaving, texting your friend so she knew where you’d disappeared to and just calling an Uber or something. You even had your phone out, composing the text, when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Cher right?”

“Sorry?” you turned, hoping the man in denim overalls and a short sleeved red shirt that you’d come face to face with, could hear you over the noise.

“You’re dressed as Cher from… fuck I had the name a second ago…Clueless,”

“Correct on both counts. Good spot Mario”

He laughed and shrugged, “It’s an easy costume to throw together. But my friend is dressed as Luigi so I’m not the only unimaginative one,”

“My friend is dressed as Dion but she ditched me to make out with her boyfriend,”

“Group costume then?”

“Yeah. One we’ve used a couple of times now, but shhh,” you held your finger over your lips.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Can I get you another drink?”

“That’d be lovely, thanks,”

“I’m Ben by the way, probably should have said that earlier,”

“Y/N,”

“Pretty name. Give me a minute and I’ll be back with another,” he indicated your mostly empty cup and then turned and disappeared into the crowd congregating near the alcohol.

You slipped your phone back into your purse. Maybe the party could still be fun.

 When Ben returned he handed you a fresh drink and you found yourselves heading outside where it was a little easier to talk.

“So, your friends ditch you to make out too or?”

“Not quite. I ditched them to talk to you,”

“Well I’m flattered,”

“I take it you don’t know anyone else here,”

“Nah, you?”

“Not really. But at least we can be the weird outsiders together,”

You laughed and held up your cup, “cheers to that,”

 For a while you stayed out in the cool night, finding a spot on the lawn to sit and chat. Ben was nice, sweet. He asked about your job and your friends and your pets, made dumb jokes you found hard not to laugh at, told you about himself. And he flirted. Openly and shamelessly. It was cute though. He shuffled closer so you were practically sitting on top of each other, his hand slipping behind you, palm to the ground for him to lean his weight on as he reached over to brush a strand of your hair back. The conversation was full of suggestion and innuendos, said with a boyish smile and an easy laugh, once or twice a bitten lip. It was hard to resist. Especially when you hadn’t expected anything like it to happen. But being chatted up by a cute boy was definitely an improvement on the night before he’d introduced himself. And really, getting a little action would be very welcome. So you flirted back, a hand on his arm or his chest as you laughed at his jokes. Licking your lips to draw his gaze. So, when he leaned in to kiss you, you let him and you kissed him back and you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him there.

 It was clear where things were headed so you suggested finding somewhere a little more private. Unfortunately there were people spread throughout the entire bottom floor.

“Upstairs?” Ben asked, pulling you by the hand back towards the hallway.

“Isn’t it roped off so people don’t go up there?”

“No one’ll notice if we’re careful,”

You giggled and agreed, Ben climb over first and then gave you a hand stepping over too. That was when you saw it.

“You have a tattoo!”

“Shhhh,” Ben laughed, trying to tiptoe up the stairs, “Yeah I do,”

“Can I see it?”

“Let’s find a room first. What about,” he pushed open the first door and found a bathroom, “Will this do?”

“Absolutely.” You shut and lock the door behind you.

Ben’s first thought was to lift you onto the sink but he stopped with his hands on your hips, and frowned. The bench wasn’t really wide enough to be comfortable and what space there was, was taken up by discarded makeup and hair products. But what was lacking about the sink was made up for by the size of the bath. You indicated it instead and Ben shrugged and held out his hand to help you in.

“Uh uh, you gotta get your kit off first. How am I meant to ride you though fucking overalls?”

“Alright, alright,” he laughed, unhooking the first strap and throwing it over his shoulder with a pout worthy of a model. You took your blazer off and then your knickers but left the skirt on as Ben discarded the overalls.

“So you wanted to see,” he pushed the sleeve of his shirt up so you could see the ink marking his shoulder, “You like it?”

“I do. Simple but really cool.”

“You don’t have any?” this time he stepped into the tub first before offering his hand and getting comfortable himself, legs stretched out in front of him, leaning against one end, “oh, cold on my arse,”

“That’s what you get for wearing a one piece. And, no, I don’t.”

“Technically two pieces with the shirt. God I hope this bath is clean,”

You distracted him by kissing him again as you settled on his lap, your knees wedged between his legs and the sides of the bath. But Ben was at least somewhat of a gentleman because you feel his hand on your arse and then on your thigh and then between your legs. You sighed into the kiss as he found your wetness, spreading it over your pussy lips and up to your clit.

“I – mmmh – I wouldn’t mind getting a tattoo actually,”

“Tattoos are hot, especially on attractive women,”

You hum, half because you agreed and half because you felt him press two fingers into you. It wasn’t not long before you wanted more, wanted what you’d been promised, so you dropped your hand between you to stroke his dick. He gasped softly at the contact.

“So how come you haven’t got any tats?” his voice was slightly strained as you worked your hand over his shaft.

“I don’t know, I guess- you’ve got condoms yeah?”

“Back pocket,” he pointed at his discarded costume and you released him to grab the overalls.

“I guess I just haven’t properly looked into it yet.” You ripped the condom open with your teeth and began sliding it onto him, “S’pose I don’t really know how to go about it,”

“Yeah, the first one’s a bit dau-nting,” his voice hitched as you lowered yourself onto his dick, “But it’s pretty simple really.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No, you feel amazing,”

“Meant tats, do they h-hurt as much as people say?

Ben chuckled, his hands finding a place on your hips and squeezing as you began to raise and lower yourself, “I mean it’s needling ink into your skin, it’s not painless. Guess it, uh fuck, guess it depends on pain tolerance and stuff. Any idea what design you’d want?”

“Not really. Maybe something like a sunflower,”

“Cute,”

“Thanks,” you braced your hands on Ben’s chest so you could take him a little faster, “My friends got one of a fox, looks like watercolour,”

“Yeah I’ve se-een them online. Really cool,”

“Maybe something like that, but a bird. You want any, ohh, anymore tats or just the one?”

“I’d l-ove more. Not sure of what yet.”

“My name?”

He laughed again though it turned into more of a moan as you clenched, “You could get mine too,”

“Make me cum and I’ll think about it.”

Ben took the hint and brought his fingers to your clit again, rubbing it firmly as you tried to keep the pace of your bouncing despite the way your knees were beginning to hurt.

“Just like that Ben, don’t stop,”

Ben nodded and kept up his ministrations until you stilled, mouth falling open and fingers tightening on his chest. He followed quickly, head falling back against the side of the tub.

“Fuck,” he laughed, pulling you into a kiss “You look ridiculously sexy right now.”

“You think this is sexy you should see what I sleep in,”

“If that’s an invitation then I accept.”

“Put your pants back on and we can call and Uber,”

“So,” Ben said as he was pulling his overalls back on, “where are you going to get it?”

“Get what?”

“My name when you get it tattooed on you? I was thinking it’d look good on your arse but up to you,”

“Think I’ll still to the sunflowers,”

[kissjane]

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

Another heatwave had struck Berlin, and even at night, even with all the windows open, the heat still hung over the flat share like a damp and muggy blanket, stifling all movement. The boys all lounged listlessly around, not even in the mood to play a video game. Abdi was lazily fanning himself with a take-out menu, Carlos was aimlessly thumbing his phone, and Jonas sipped from a beer, the condensation gliding over the bottle onto his hand. Nobody paid any attention to David and Matteo, which suited them just fine. The latter sat in between the former’s legs, leaning back against his boyfriends’ chest, his head half on David’s shoulder, pressing kisses into his neck. David’s hands were hidden under Matteo’s shirt, stroking lazily over his skin, dipping inside the waistband of Matteo’s shorts occasionally.

All in all, there was nothing out of the ordinary for a Friday summer night.

Suddenly, Carlos looked up.

“Fuck, you guys, can you stop with the foreplay? It’s way too hot to even be watching you two get it on.”

“And don’t even think about getting off,” Jonas added.

Matteo flipped them off without moving his lips away from David’s collarbone, and David laughed.

“Can you blame me? I’ve got my hot and willing boyfriend right here.”

“Hot and willing,” Carlos snorted, “hot because it’s a million degrees outside, and willing because he’s literally always horny for you.”

“Not like David is any better,” Abdi interjected.

“True,” David shrugged. “So what? We’re two teenage boys, and we are into each other. And on top of that, I’m getting shots, so there is that, too.”

“Shots?”, Abdi asked.

“Testosterone,” David clarified.

Abdi didn’t seem to comprehend, though.

“Testosterone shots? Why?”

The four of them shot Abdi an incredulous look, and Matteo face palmed.

“What?”, Abdi repeated, indignantly. “I don’t understand.”

“Because I’m trans,” David said.

“Oh! Oh, yeah, sorry. I forgot.”

And the others laughed, somebody muttering something about Abdi’s brain cell suffering from the heat, and Abdi replied that at least he still had a functioning brain cell, and the conversation went its usual course from there.

David however was quiet. He mused about what Abdi said, and it felt… strange, but also good, to be seen as just one of the boys, a normal guy.

It stuck with him somehow, so when Matteo noticed him lost in his thoughts and nudged him slightly, asking him with his eyes if everything was okay, he just blurted out, “You really forgot I was trans?”

Abdi looked a bit guilty.

“Yeah, man, I’m sorry, I guess I forgot just for a minute there, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything…”

“No, no,” David interrupted quickly, “you didn’t. Quite the opposite, in fact. It’s just… I always feel like I stand out from you guys so badly… It seems strange that you would forget.”

“What do you mean, stand out?”, Carlos, ever curious, inquired. “Other than your disgusting PDA, you’re not doing anything different than the rest of us, are you?”

David hesitated. Maybe he was making a big deal out of nothing.

“Like, I never take my shirt off. You guys do that all the time when it’s hot outside. And I don’t go swimming in the lake with you all…”

“Could be you just don’t like swimming,” Jonas said.

“And other than Matteo, nobody is keeping track of your level of nakedness, dude,” Carlos chuckled.

David blushed.

“Let’s keep it that way,” Matteo mumbled, his lips still exploring any patch of David’s bare skin they could reach.

“You’re just one of the boys, bro,” Jonas said finally. “Of course, we know you’re trans, but it’s not the first thing we think of.”

David smiled, a feeling of giddiness slowly spreading through him. For years, he’d worried about never belonging anywhere, always being the odd one out, always having to fight for his place. And here he was, sitting with his friends, who accepted him as one of them, just like that, without any fuss. His arms tightened around Matteo, as he remembered how Matteo had told him that everybody had been there for him, back then, during their abitur, when he had been outed. He shuddered to think what would have happened had he not met Matteo - Matteo, who had now stopped kissing him and was looking up at him with his ocean eyes half-lidded.

“And you?”, David asked, “do you forget I’m trans sometimes too?”

“No, I don’t,” Matteo replied, after a few moments of consideration. “It’s part of who you are, so it’s important. Like, I wouldn’t forget other things that are important about you, like that you want to make movies, or like shakshuka, or have brown eyes. But it’s not like it’s the first thing that comes to mind when I think about you, either.”

“It’s not?”, David pressed.

Matteo chuckled.

“No. I don’t think about you like, ‘Oh, David, my boyfriend, he’s trans’. It’s somewhere on the list, sure. Like, ‘Oh, David, my boyfriend, he is home and love and warmth and acceptance and belonging and joy and safety, and he’s gorgeous and hot and we have amazing sex, and I love him, and he’s talented and smart and sweet and confident and he’s mine, and he beats us all in ping pong and Mario Kart and he’s competitive like hell and he can’t handle losing, and he’s trans, and he likes obscure indie movies and Detroit and he can’t cook if his life depended on it, but that’s okay because I like cooking for him and he always likes what I make, and his smile calms me down, but it also turns me on, and did I mention he’s hot and he’s also mine, that part is really important, in fact it probably comes up about ten times more than I said it, like those seagulls in Finding Nemo, you know, mine-mine-mine-mine, and sometimes when he talks to me it just melts my insides, and I love running my hand through his hair and cuddling with him and distracting him with kisses when he works, and he usually lets me, too, and he is really supportive and makes me want to be the best I can be, and his drawings are amazing and so are his movies, and it’s just really beautiful when I’m with him, and everything is easier with him, and I really think I could be happy with him for the rest of my life’, or something along those lines, anyway.”

He stopped talking, out of breath, and when he saw everybody staring at him, his cheeks flushed and he hid his face against David’s neck again.

“Teo,” David said eventually. “I love you.”

He was rendered basically speechless, and his thoughts seemed to be stuck on taking Matteo to the bedroom and show him exactly how much he loved him. At least three times.

Jonas raised his beer, which by now was lukewarm and not very tasty anymore, in salute.

“Luigi, man, that just might have been the most beautiful love declaration I’ve ever heard.”

Carlos nodded thoughtfully.

“Except that part about amazing sex, maybe. You didn’t need to add that bit. We can see that with our own eyes way too often.”

He grinned, showing he was just teasing, but David decided to take the opportunity when it presented itself.

“Well, in that case, you’d better be going, because I’m not sure I can wait until we reach the bedroom,” he said, turning Matteo’s face towards him and kissing him hard.

Vaguely he heard Carlos groan, and then the guys getting up, offering some cheery goodbyes, somebody grabbing the last beers from the fridge. It didn’t matter to David. They could have beer, he had Matteo.

“Okay, guys, it’s safe, we’re out, you can start getting off now!’, Abdi yelled from the hallway, before he closed the door behind him.

“Thank god we have permission,” David mumbled against Matteo’s lips, and they both laughed into their kiss.

And whether it was because of the boys’ permission, or David’s testosterone shots, or Matteo’s speech, or just their ever-present desire for each other, they didn’t know or even care, but they were sure of two things: it was, as always, spectacular, and, as predicted, they didn’t make it to the bedroom.

[Rather read on Ao3? Please, be my guest.]

[zzloch]

FTSFMLM Chp 1. The New Girl

FFnet- https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13382202/1/Fairy-Tail-School-of-Myths-Legends-and-Monsters

Wattpad- https://www.wattpad.com/story/191336896-fairy-tail-school-for-myths-legends-and-monsters

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters but I do own the plot

A blonde girl stood in front of a large school with a banner that said 'WELCOME NEW STUDENTS' the 15-year-old, smiled to herself. She was finally here, the school that she would be attending for the next seven years (a/n in the universe there are eight years of high school because high school and college are combined). She had already dropped her stuff off at her dorm and had practically run to her new school, so she wasn't late.

The blonde walked inside, following the directions she was provided with at orientation. While looking down at her schedule, the Angel-Witch girl bumped into, what she thought, a hard wall. She looked up, okay so it wasn't a wall. "Uhh hello," she waved at the raven-haired boy who she had run into. The boy scoffed. "Umm, sorry," she mumbled. "It's fine, I'm Gray by the way, and this creep behind me is Natsu," he said, pointing behind him. Lucy studied the boys in front of her. She noted the dark scar the boy had across his face that generally went hand in hand with being a full devil. Lucy looked up at the boy "So, you're a-""I'm not a creep" a scaly pink-haired boy punched the devil in front of her. "What the hell, Dragon boy," the pinkette stuck his tongue out at the devil. A full-fledged fight broke out between the two, which ended in a draw. The boy turned to face Lucy. He had red scales that covered his arms and surrounded his face. "Hi, I'm Natsu" the boy stuck his hand out "Lucy," she said, shaking it. Lucy smiled at him with, what her family had dubbed her "Angel smile" and she swore she saw Natsu blush. "Where are you headed?" Natsu questioned.

"Umm room 1381."

"That's our first period," Natsu said, referring to him and gray. The dragon-demon grabbed the Angel-witches arm and ran down the hall and to the right and stopped in front of a room

"Fire Breath, slow down."

"Speed up, Ice brain."

Lucy giggled as they walked into the room.

"Duck!" A brunette screamed as a glass bottle came flying at the doorway, barley missing Lucy. "Sorry, I forget my own strength." The girl rubbed her neck. "I'm Cana, Cana Alberona" Lucy smiles at the brunette "Lucy Heartfilia" "Luigi, come 'er" "It's Lucy" she rolled her eyes at the boy, but nevertheless walked over to the group the pinkette was with. "Shut up" a voice came from the doorway silencing all the very loud people in the room. "Welcome back to school, kids" a ginger-haired man, with the same soft glow that Cana had, but it was a bit brighter, was now standing in front of the room at a desk. "I'm your teacher, Mr. Clive. Today is an opening day, so everyone sit in the seat I tell you to" Mr. Clive walked in front of his desk "Natsu Dragneel" he said, pointing at the front left seat. Natsu groaned. Mr. Clive then pointed to the chair on the other end of the room "Gray Fullbuster" Gray rolled his eyes and got up. "Cana Alberona," he said, pointing to the front middle seat. "Loke" he pointed to the chair in between gray and Cana. The three high fived as Loke sat down. "Lucille Heartfilia" Lucy slowly shuffled to the front as people stared at her, amazed that one of the most prestigious families daughter was at their school. Natsu flashed a smile at her. "Next row, Jet, Droy, Levy" The trio that was sitting in the back walked over to their seats, the small blue-haired girl talking excitedly to the two boys. "Laki, Kinanna" The two purple-haired girls walked to the front. "Elfman, Max, Warren, and Nab" he finished the list "Now there are a lot fewer people this year but if something happens to the children at Phantom Lord" a boo ensued, 'They clearly don't like Phantom Lord High' Lucy thought to herself "those that can get in will join our class. Now time for introductions. Say your name, species, and a fun fact, I'm Mr. Clive, I'm a full Daemon, a minor god and I am a teacher" he smiled then pointed to Natsu "Hey guys, I'm Natsu Dragneel. I'm a Fire Demon-Dragon, and I can set fire to stuff." Lucy moved her body as far away from the overly reckless boy as she could without drawing attention to herself. As the demon dragon sat down, Lucy stood up "um I'm Lucy Heartfilia, I'm half Angel, Half Witch. I uh," she blanked on something interesting about herself "I have wings" she shrugged, every angel did, but it was the only thing she could think of. "Can we see your wings?" A girl with lavender hair asked. "Uh sure" Lucy let her wings fall out of the slits in her outfit, every outfit of hers had them, it made it easier to open her wings when needed. Each one of the blondes wings was a good 5 feet, or so, some of the white feathers had gold tips, and they glistened in the sun. "Cool," the entire class was amazed at her wings. The blonde pulled her wings back into her back. Lucy blushed under the attention as she sat down. Cana stood up next

"Cana Alberona, Half-Daemon, half-Fairy. I can shrink, that's kind of cool I guess" As the brunette sat down, An orange hair boy with cat ears stood up. "Loke, I'm a celestial being, the reincarnation of Leo the lion to be more specific. I can fully transform into a lion," the boy said. He then bowed, which caused Gray to roll his eyes. "Hey, I'm Gray Fullbuster, I'm an ice devil. I-"Natsu cit him off "Can strip unconsciously" Gray grunted his teeth, trying not to jump to strangle Natsu. "No, I can turn people to ice," Gray said, "like you flame brain" Gray held up his hand and froze the boy. "Gray! No using powers" Gray rolled his eyes and sat down. Lucy was watching intently as everyone introduced themselves. Here are the notes she gathered

Natsu- Dragon-Demon

Lucy (Me)- Angel-Witch

Cana- Fairy-Daemon

Loke- Reincarnation of Leo the Lion

Gray- Ice Devil

Jet- Speed Demon (A/N I'm so Creative)

Levy- Fairy-Sprite

Droy- Dwarf

Laki- Hamadryad (A/N a type of nymph)

Kinnanna- Naagin (A/N a shapeshifting cobra)

Elfman- Demon

Max- Setiaad (A/N Native American Sand Monster)

Warren- Warlock in Training

Nab- Shapeshifter

"Alrighty, now that you all know each other we are going to split up into groups and learn more about each other. The row you are in is your group. Now find a spot and talk to each other, I'm gonna work" Cana scoffed at the man's word and rolled her eyes as she got up and the two boys sitting next to her followed suit, Natsu grabbed lucy's arm and pulled her along as they headed to a corner of the room. Lucy looked around and saw everyone chatting like old friends, she felt really out of place. "Hey, pretty girl you gonna sit down" Cana nodded to space available besides her on the floor. Lucy put her head down and sat with them. "So what did yall do over the summer," Cana asked. "Suffered in the heat, what about you?" "I spent a lot of time looking after Romeo, his dad went out a bit." "How old is he now?" Gray asked, "Thirteen I think" "Cool, cool, What about you, new girl?" Lucy looked up in surprise at the dark-haired boy. "Me?" Gray nodded "Uh, I didn't do too much I floated around heaven finished up my witch training and uhh, oh I read a lot." Lucy put her head down again, out of shyness.

“Hey, new girl chill. We aren't that bad." Gray commented, "Well, you are pretty bad," Natsu said back. "What was that fire breath" "You heard me Stripper" As the two boys started to wrestle, The classroom looked behind them and just sighed and went back to talking. Lucy was astonished that they just brushed it off "Boy's what if Erza comes in" Cana yelled at the two. They immediately froze and stopped fighting. Leo shook his head and smirked. The bell rang, and someone grabbed Lucy's arm. "Come on Luce I'll take you to your next class" Natsu smiled at the girl, and she smiled back. This school was gonna be a lot of fun

Hope you like this Au, I've been working on it for a while, and I am kinda proud of it so, yeah. I would love some suggestions for the kind of monsters each character are. If I get something wrong with the mythology of a particular creature feel free to tell me and I will fix it

-Z.Z Loch

[classicdaisycalico]

For the Love of the Game

Hey, guys! I haven’t been writing any fics as of late because of school and because my creative streak right now is Awful, but somehow an idea came to me after watching SirEnobMort’s playthrough of “Mario Super Sluggers” on the KoopaKungFu channel on YouTube, particularly the ending cutscenes of the challenge mode and what might have possibly gone on between those two scenes. Really, I just wanted to put a little more depth into them. Enjoy!

For 8 and a half straight innings, Mario and Bowser's respective baseball teams were at each other's throats. The score was still 0-0 at the aforementioned Koopa King's home turf (literally; his castle was currently housing a temporary baseball field next to a lava dam). Athletes from both sides were sweating bullets, probably enough altogether to outweigh even the heaviest of King Bills. Batters ran through pitchers practically every other hit, and because of that, the fielding lineup never started (or ended) with everyone in the same position twice in a row. By the time the top of the 9th ended, Mario and Bowser were running out of strategies, instead just going back to their respective lineups from the beginning of the game. Everything lead right up to this moment as Mario took his place in the batter's box to face Bowser, captain against captain, enemy against enemy. There were two outs, with the bases loaded, and to raise the stakes even higher, Bowser was at a full count of 3 balls and 2 strikes. How Bowser ever ended up being on the "away" side on his own field was beyond his knowledge; wonky coin toss, perhaps? Either way, if they scored at least one run, they would win, and the giant complex that was the Baseball Kingdom would be out of the Koopa King's control for sure. He wiped some sweat off his forehead. Who would have guessed that baseball was so much pressure? All he and his friends wanted to do was hit the diamond and have a little fun! Determined to win, he made an impulsive move, in true Mario fashion: he eyed the huge statue of Bowser jutting out from the lava dam in center field, and pointed just above it it with his bat. Yes, he was calling his own shot. Mario could hear his teammates draw a collective gasp. Why not? he thought to himself. He read about someone else doing it once, a man called Babe Ruth (That couldn't have been his actual name, right?) and it worked for him! He eyed Bowser, who sneered and wound up. Mario braced himself for a fastball, and... *Crack* The second the bat made contact, he knew immediately that this was one of his best hits. He watched the ball fly high into the air, and sure enough, it flew towards the same direction as the statue at center field. It wasn't until a few seconds later that he heard a sizzling noise from the lava dam. He couldn't believe his ears; the ball actually sunk into the lava dam! And with that, the game was done. Mario's grand slam at the bottom of the 9th put his team in the winning position of 4-0, breaking the long, scoreless run against Bowser and his minions. Every teammate in the dugout met him at home plate, hoisting him up and tossing him into the air. Bowser, on the other hand, was so filled with rage that he smashed his bat into the ground. When that wasn't enough to grab the team's attention, he roared as loudly as his lungs could allow. Immediately, the crowd dropped their red-clad captain as they turned to Bowser, wondering what the fuss was about. "NO! I was really trying, and I still lost!" he exclaimed. Lifting up his bat, he continued his angry tirade. "But I'm not done yet, and I'm not giving up! I WILL beat you! I'll–" "Hold it, Bowser!" From among the crowd, Peach emerged and walked up to the raging king. "Baseball Kingdom is a place for EVERYONE to enjoy baseball," she said calmly. "Come on. A little friendly competition never hurt anyone, right?" That made him grow flustered. "N-No! Don't be ridiculous! Play with you chumps? I'd rather...I mean–" He was interrupted when Bowser Jr started whining. "Aw, Daaaad! I wanna play baseball! Let's all play together like she said!" The elder tried to shush him to avoid embarrassment. "But son, I–" Peach giggled. "I think the decision's been made!" She turned to her friends. "Come on, everyone!Let's celebrate! Let's throw a party for Baseball Kingdom, and all the memories we made here!" "One step ahead of you, Peach," Daisy said. "Let's all meet up at the Cruiser! There's more than enough space for everyone on board!" The crowd cheered, and all began making their way out of the stadium toward the ship, including Bowser's minions. The only stragglers left after the crowd died down were Bowser, Jr, Daisy, and Luigi, who was just about to leave when Daisy approached him. "Are you coming?" he asked. "I'll get there a little later," she replied. "It seems I have some convincing to do." "You're inviting them?! They're gonna burn you alive!" "Don't worry about me," she said. "You go catch up with the rest of them. I'll be there soon!" There was a hesitant look in his eyes, but he nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll tell them." "Thank you! Oh, and tell Peach to save a little bit of food for me, won't you?" She kissed him on the cheek and ran off in the koopas' direction. Luigi blushed. Typical Daisy, he thought as he exited the stadium. She's always so happy, it's contagious. I wonder if it'll rub off on those two... *** "Why can't we go with them?" Jr sulked. "It looks like fun!" "He's not wrong, Bowser," a voice rang from by the stadium door. They turned their heads and found Daisy walking toward them. "I think a lot of people would appreciate it if you joined us. Besides, all your minions are at the Cruiser. Shouldn't someone be there to supervise them?" "They'll be fine," Bowser grumbled. "I can always hire more, anyway. These minions are useless." "Maybe that's why they left," reasoned the princess. "Since you're such a bad sport to them all the time, they must have gone off to find other captains who won't bully them so much. You don't see your son insulting his team, do you?" The king ignored her, instead continuing to address his son. "Jr, I think it's past your bedtime. You should be getting some sleep." "But I wanna go to the Cruiser," Jr objected. "If the rest of the team is there, why shouldn't I go?" "Well, I did invite everyone," Daisy said. "And I think he'd have a really nice time there. Look at your son, Bowser," she said as she knelt down to Jr's level. "Look at his poor little face. He looks so sad, and cranky and tired...maybe even a little hungry after such an exhausting game! All he wants to do is hang out with his team and have some nice food!" The little prince's eyes lit up. "There's food?" "Yes, there is. Every cook in the kitchen has whipped up a whole bunch of stuff for just about everyone there! But if you don't hurry now, then all the food will be gone!" She stood back up and looked at Bowser. "And I think I know someone else who can't say no to free food." With that, Daisy extended her hand. "Come on, Bowser," she said. "For the love of the game?" The Koopa King was puzzled as he looked at the outstretched princess's hand, the exact same hand that had once smacked him into oblivion. How could he trust someone who, compared to Mario, Peach, or anyone else, was practically a complete stranger? And yet there was something convincing about the way she stood unflinchingly in his presence, her large, wide-set eyes practically staring into his soul, her tiny arm reaching out to him. Even Jr was egging him on. "Come on, Dad! It's just like the pretty lady said! For the love of the game!" Well, if his son was okay with it...then who was he to refuse such an offer? He shook her hand and let a tiny smile make its way across his face. "For the love of the game." She beamed. "Wonderful! Let's go!" *** Before long, they had reached the top floor of the Cruiser, where everyone was outside, crowded around various tables and watching a fireworks show. Bowser and his son eventually found a place to sit down and have some food, even though there wasn't much left. Even so, he didn't mind having the smallest slice of cake while his son had a slightly larger sherbet bowl. In the meantime, Daisy was happily chatting away with Yoshi, Peach, Luigi, and Toad as they munched on some other leftovers and watched the fireworks. "I don't know how you did it," Toad said. "I would have been shaking in my boots the whole time!" Yoshi shuddered in agreement. "Well, I wouldn't want them to be lonely, would I?" she answered. "Especially poor little Jr. And Bowser will do just about anything to make his son happy." "How did you get Bowser on board?" Luigi asked. "I kinda figured that, really deep down, there was a little part of him that just wanted to join in on the fun with us! No serious competition about it; just letting loose and hitting the diamond while we try to push alliances aside, even if it's only for a short time." "Even if he still has fleeting thoughts about taking over the Mushroom Kingdom from time to time?" Peach inquired. "As long as his mind is distracted from those things, even for a little while, then we're okay." "Well, it lets me breathe a little easier, and Mario and Luigi, too, I'm sure." Peach turned to Luigi. “Where is your brother, by the way?" "He and Donkey Kong are running the fireworks show in the next stadium over," he replied. "He has jokingly referred to it as a 'Home Run Derby' of sorts." "Well, shouldn't we go down and watch them hit some homers?" Toad suggested. Yoshi nodded in agreement. Daisy smiled. "Why not? Let's go!" The friends ran for the exit of the Cruiser, hoping to catch a glimpse of the "Home Run Derby".

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I kinda feel bad at times when i think of old games i used to play

I used to be able to remember every trainer and every pokemon they had in RB/FRLG/GSC/RSE/DPPlt along with most Pokemon moves...but now replaying Red, I don’t really remember much anymore. i haven’t even played them in years for one reason or another (crystal’s internal battery died so i can’t restart it, HG still has my unfinished Nuzlocke on it because all of my written data for my story is on my old crashed laptop and i have too much Pokeathelon progress on SS, plt and e i haven’t really played since their nuzlockes, re/dp are abandoned forever in favor of e/plt’s superior mechanics and storylines...and ive really only played bw twice with an unfinished third file, b2w2 once, xy twice with an unfinished third file, oras twice with OR unfinished, and sumo once bc i think my mom accidentally threw away my in-progress sun cartridge bc i haven’t seen it in months)

I want to play HW again but there’s...not really much left. i have all the costumes I wanted and all the weapons I wanted, all that’s left are the ones I don’t have (either because the missions are hard as fuck or GETTING to the mission is hard as fuck, and i don’t have a second player to help me out) and a bunch of heart pieces left in a game where HP doesn’t even matter much, and I refuse to buy HWL despite the improvements because I would be forced to start over from scratch which is...awful considering how much time you gotta put into the game. otherwise i’ll be sitting there farming weapons to have a slightly easier time doing the hard missions but ive spent days farming and not getting anything useful and it. sucks and isn’t worth it.

none of my fallout files are finished because i spend most of the game exploring and avoiding the main story then when i take a break i forget what i was doing because i tend to plan stuff in advance so all i really wanna do is start a new file but then those file will sit unfinished forever if i do and its annoying

i just got back into elsword  after like 2 years but doing dailies on multiple characters takes up SO much time (henir runs take ~30min each, and i need 2 per character), especially when half of my day is spent at work, some characters dont even get their dailies because i dont have time. i just crafted my first ever 5/5 henir set and now im just left with disappointment because im not stronger and im just barely taking less damage and my stats are still nowhere near where they should be despite socketing everything right and i dont know what im doing wrong because apparently im doing everything right but im still weak as fuck

was doing my second full aidyn chronicles run but i stopped bc i dont remember why, which sucks because im finally got my stats and spells up to not worry about dying

i wish i could play perfect dark but i get bored after a few missions or multiplayer runs, a few years ago i finally unlocked every single cheat and then....immediately lost the motivation to play, even though it took me almost 10 years and a lot of frustration to do so, even when there were years when i spent no time unlocking some of the cheats i still had fun

i dont even have the drive to do Union Cross anymore besides dailies, ive missed out on a lot of jewels from the MP boards because it’s just a chore to grind coins, i mean it’s not like SENA is giving us anything else to do unlike JP where they get UX events and regular events, and the lack of mercy draws is really fucking annoying, like why should i keep saving jewels when i cant actually spend them on anything worthwhile besides getting lucky with pulls

i had fun with mario galaxy but i cant bring myself to do whats needed to replay the game as luigi..

i wanna replay twilight princes but i wanna play the HD verson, but i cant because i dont have it and i want the wolf link amiibo

i really wanna play huniecam studio again but im stumped about how getting platinum is so “easy” i had trouble just getting the gold trophy, platinum and diamond seem impossible to me but apparently everyone was getting platinum on their second run...

i meant to 100% my mystery dungeon red game and use blue to replays but man the 100-floor dungeons are hard, especially celebi’s dungeon is near impossible without hacking. but i want her

i also wanna replay mario & luigi superstar saga and play the rest of the series (partners in time, bowser’s inside story, dream team) but every time i start a new file something happens and my save data gets deleted so ive only beaten the game once

lord, i haven’t even technically finished KH2 and BBS, i never did the lingering will, data org, mirage arena, vanitas remnant, or ymx battles

i have so many games i wanna replay or finish but i cant

depression sucks