Hi~
I want to get back into the habit of writing every day, and I just want to do a few little one shots of anything really idk
Just say anything and i'll write it, I'm very bored, and I want to write and I don't think anyone'll be interested but just in case.
I mean everyone does free art and free sigs and free pixels, and I cant do any of that so I thought what exactly can I do? I can write?
Things I wont do: Major gore
Things I will do: anything, if non ac, please supply refs and personality, characteristics, how they are with the other characters ect
Commissiony Thingy List (not first come first serve)
1. Astro0
2. Peebers
3.
4.
Small tips in the form of tbt are very much appreciated, but by no means necessary, I'm very happy to do these for free!
I want to get back into the habit of writing every day, and I just want to do a few little one shots of anything really idk
Just say anything and i'll write it, I'm very bored, and I want to write and I don't think anyone'll be interested but just in case.
I mean everyone does free art and free sigs and free pixels, and I cant do any of that so I thought what exactly can I do? I can write?
Things I wont do: Major gore
Things I will do: anything, if non ac, please supply refs and personality, characteristics, how they are with the other characters ect
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Clich?
Mario glanced around the empty park, searching for any sign of the princess. Having her back at last, he had finally asked her out on an official date. She had, of course, agreed, but she had told him to plan the entire thing.
Mario wasn’t a romantic. Not really. He had asked advice from his brother, who had planned out a whole date for him.
He had hated it.
So then he had gone to Toad, who had no idea about anything like that at all, but Toadette had saved the day.
So here he was in the park, waiting for the Princess.
The sun beat down, shimmering on the waters of the lake where a few birds swam, chattering amongst themselves.
‘Mario?’ He heard her before he saw her, he did a slight double take when she approached.
She wasn’t wearing one of her pink dresses, she was wearing a white sundress with purple flowers that decorated the hem. She had put her hair into soft curls, and left her crown at home, and instead a pale blue flower was in her golden hair.
She gave him a smile and sat on the blanket next to him.
‘You look amazing...’ He said with a blush, as he handed her a red rose.
‘Thank you.’ She replied softly.
‘Lunch?’ He asked, with a smile.
‘A picnic?’ She laughed. ‘How clich?.’
‘Really?’ He asked, suddenly panicked; clich? was bad, wasn’t it?
The panic must have shown in his voice as Peach let out a silvery laugh. ‘I was joking, Mario. It looks lovely.’
Relief flooded through him, as he pulled the basket in front of them and opened it. He handed her a plate, and then removed a few containers filled with sandwiches cut into triangles.
‘Honey? How did you know that honey is my favourite?’
‘Because it’s sweet, just like you.’ Mario answered smoothly, earning another light laugh from Peach.
‘Now that, was clich?.’ She said, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.
Mario glanced around the empty park, searching for any sign of the princess. Having her back at last, he had finally asked her out on an official date. She had, of course, agreed, but she had told him to plan the entire thing.
Mario wasn’t a romantic. Not really. He had asked advice from his brother, who had planned out a whole date for him.
He had hated it.
So then he had gone to Toad, who had no idea about anything like that at all, but Toadette had saved the day.
So here he was in the park, waiting for the Princess.
The sun beat down, shimmering on the waters of the lake where a few birds swam, chattering amongst themselves.
‘Mario?’ He heard her before he saw her, he did a slight double take when she approached.
She wasn’t wearing one of her pink dresses, she was wearing a white sundress with purple flowers that decorated the hem. She had put her hair into soft curls, and left her crown at home, and instead a pale blue flower was in her golden hair.
She gave him a smile and sat on the blanket next to him.
‘You look amazing...’ He said with a blush, as he handed her a red rose.
‘Thank you.’ She replied softly.
‘Lunch?’ He asked, with a smile.
‘A picnic?’ She laughed. ‘How clich?.’
‘Really?’ He asked, suddenly panicked; clich? was bad, wasn’t it?
The panic must have shown in his voice as Peach let out a silvery laugh. ‘I was joking, Mario. It looks lovely.’
Relief flooded through him, as he pulled the basket in front of them and opened it. He handed her a plate, and then removed a few containers filled with sandwiches cut into triangles.
‘Honey? How did you know that honey is my favourite?’
‘Because it’s sweet, just like you.’ Mario answered smoothly, earning another light laugh from Peach.
‘Now that, was clich?.’ She said, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.
Dandelions and Bear Cubs
A little bear named Floop blinked and opened his eyes. He looked around the dark cave, and saw his mother sleeping in the corner.
He couldn’t recall how long he had been asleep for, but he thought that his paw’s had grown.
Rays of sunlight flooded the cave, casting golden shadows on the walls and floor.
He nudged his mother, but she didn’t wake.
He plodded over to the exit of their cave, and took a few steps out.
The ground was somehow different to how he had remembered it, not half as cold nor half as white.
Actually... it wasn’t white at all.
The ground was back to normal!
He skipped happily around outside, relishing in the warm air and soft brown ground. Not seeing where he was frolicking, he tripped and tumbled down a slope.
Floop landed with a soft thud and sneezed.
His sneeze caused a flower to explode. He was amazed.
Flowers didn’t explode, did they?
He blew softly at another, and to his delight, the fluffy petals flew in different directions away from him.
He jumped, and flopped down in the flowers, sending their petals everywhere, and even in his mouth, much to his distaste.
He ran back up the slope and rolled down it again, destroying many more of these strange flowers.
Floop continued like this for a while, until this time when he reached the top, he saw that all that lay below were green bare stalks.
He stared in disappointment, and trudged back to his cave.
His mother was still sleeping, so he curled up next to her, and dreamt of the strange flowers with fluffy petals that exploded on contact.
A little bear named Floop blinked and opened his eyes. He looked around the dark cave, and saw his mother sleeping in the corner.
He couldn’t recall how long he had been asleep for, but he thought that his paw’s had grown.
Rays of sunlight flooded the cave, casting golden shadows on the walls and floor.
He nudged his mother, but she didn’t wake.
He plodded over to the exit of their cave, and took a few steps out.
The ground was somehow different to how he had remembered it, not half as cold nor half as white.
Actually... it wasn’t white at all.
The ground was back to normal!
He skipped happily around outside, relishing in the warm air and soft brown ground. Not seeing where he was frolicking, he tripped and tumbled down a slope.
Floop landed with a soft thud and sneezed.
His sneeze caused a flower to explode. He was amazed.
Flowers didn’t explode, did they?
He blew softly at another, and to his delight, the fluffy petals flew in different directions away from him.
He jumped, and flopped down in the flowers, sending their petals everywhere, and even in his mouth, much to his distaste.
He ran back up the slope and rolled down it again, destroying many more of these strange flowers.
Floop continued like this for a while, until this time when he reached the top, he saw that all that lay below were green bare stalks.
He stared in disappointment, and trudged back to his cave.
His mother was still sleeping, so he curled up next to her, and dreamt of the strange flowers with fluffy petals that exploded on contact.
The sun hung low in the amber sky. Three friends sat in the golden sand, chattering amongst themselves, while the Mayor; Willam, switched on her radio.
The tune of K.K. Bossa filled the air, and Nan turned to Willam.
‘What do you think of the new residents, Willam?’ She asked, absentmindedly taking a handful of sand and letting it run through her hooves.
I think they’ll be good additions to Jinkx.’ She replied softly.
‘I think Lyman and I are going to be good friends.’ Beardo said proudly, shaking some sand off of his grey fur.
‘Have you seen Marcie’s baby? She’s so sweet! Marcie let me hold her earlier today...’ Nan sighed wistfully.
‘I’m glad you’re all getting along. You know that goat that camped here last week?’
‘Kidd?’ Nan asked inquisitively.
‘Yeah him, well I happen to know the mayor of the town that he lives in. And she told me that he’s planning on leaving soon, so I thought I might ask him if he’d like to come and live here with us!’
Nan’s eyes lit up. ‘Really?’
‘Cool! Him and me will be the best of friends.’
‘Kidd and me will be the best of friends!’ Nan argued playfully.
‘Oh, I think you want to be a little more than friends with Kidd...’ Beardo teased. ‘Oh Kidd, you’re so dreamy, you can come and live near my house, Kidd. Want to go for a romantic walk around town, Kidd? I think I’d rather like to kiss you, Kidd. Oh, Kidd.’ He said dramatically, earning a glare from Nan and a giggle from Willam.
‘I do not sound anything like that! And I wouldn’t say such things!’ Nan replied indignantly, swatting Beardo on the arm.
Willam laughed, and turned to Beardo. ‘I wouldn’t speak too soon, Beardo. I’m planning to invite a pretty cat and bunny to live here too.’
‘Well I wouldn’t want to be romantically involved with them!’ He spluttered, looking away from the other two and staring out at the glimmering waters.
Willam tore out her hair band and laid back on the sand, her pink hair fanning out around her. She looked up at the darkening sky, and saw that a few twinkling stars had appeared in the night sky.
‘Look you two.’ She whispered, pointing up at a flash of light that danced across the sky. ‘Make a wish.’
The tune of K.K. Bossa filled the air, and Nan turned to Willam.
‘What do you think of the new residents, Willam?’ She asked, absentmindedly taking a handful of sand and letting it run through her hooves.
I think they’ll be good additions to Jinkx.’ She replied softly.
‘I think Lyman and I are going to be good friends.’ Beardo said proudly, shaking some sand off of his grey fur.
‘Have you seen Marcie’s baby? She’s so sweet! Marcie let me hold her earlier today...’ Nan sighed wistfully.
‘I’m glad you’re all getting along. You know that goat that camped here last week?’
‘Kidd?’ Nan asked inquisitively.
‘Yeah him, well I happen to know the mayor of the town that he lives in. And she told me that he’s planning on leaving soon, so I thought I might ask him if he’d like to come and live here with us!’
Nan’s eyes lit up. ‘Really?’
‘Cool! Him and me will be the best of friends.’
‘Kidd and me will be the best of friends!’ Nan argued playfully.
‘Oh, I think you want to be a little more than friends with Kidd...’ Beardo teased. ‘Oh Kidd, you’re so dreamy, you can come and live near my house, Kidd. Want to go for a romantic walk around town, Kidd? I think I’d rather like to kiss you, Kidd. Oh, Kidd.’ He said dramatically, earning a glare from Nan and a giggle from Willam.
‘I do not sound anything like that! And I wouldn’t say such things!’ Nan replied indignantly, swatting Beardo on the arm.
Willam laughed, and turned to Beardo. ‘I wouldn’t speak too soon, Beardo. I’m planning to invite a pretty cat and bunny to live here too.’
‘Well I wouldn’t want to be romantically involved with them!’ He spluttered, looking away from the other two and staring out at the glimmering waters.
Willam tore out her hair band and laid back on the sand, her pink hair fanning out around her. She looked up at the darkening sky, and saw that a few twinkling stars had appeared in the night sky.
‘Look you two.’ She whispered, pointing up at a flash of light that danced across the sky. ‘Make a wish.’
Bridgette Beaumont skipped up the steps to her boyfriend Edwards apartment, two coffee’s in her hand and a smile on her face.
She took her key out of her pocket and unlocked the red door.
‘Edward?’ she called, stepping inside the living room. ‘I brought coffee!’
‘Hey, Gigi.’ Edward said with a sniff, getting up off of the couch and coming over to give her a peck on the cheek.
‘Bonjour, mon coeur.’ She said with a sweet smile, handing him his coffee.
Edward took a large sip, and sighed heavily.
‘What’s wrong?’ Bridgette asked, placing her coffee down on the table.
‘Nothing, nothing. I’m just not feeling too well.’
Bridgette bit her lip as he sneezed and put her hand worriedly on his forehead.
‘Bridgette. Stop worrying, it’s just one of those winter colds.’
‘It could be flu.’ She replied softly, as he coughed and spluttered.
She snatched his coffee out of his hand and placed it next to hers. She grabbed his arms and pulled him over to the couch, she pushed him down onto it, and lifted his legs up so he was lying down.
She went into his bedroom, but quickly came back out. ‘Stay.’ She said sharply, and then went back into the bedroom.
She opened the cupboard, and took out three warm blankets, and also picked up his pillows from the bed.
Sauntering back into the living room, she dumped them all on top of him, before going back into his bedroom and retrieving a warm jumper; which just so happened to be the Christmas one she had gotten him the year before.
She giggled, remembering his distaste when she had forced him to wear it all over the holidays.
When she returned, and held up the jumper, Edward grumbled and snatched it from her.
‘Now you look even more handsome.’ She said, kissing his nose, as he lay back down on the sofa.
Bridgette unfolded all of the blankets and wrapped him up in them, and she handed him the television remote.
‘Hungry?’
Edward nodded. ‘Can we order a take out?’
‘Definitely not, mon Coeur!’ She said with a shake of her head. ‘I will make you soup! It will make you better.’
‘Soup?’
‘Soup.’
Edward rolled his eyes as Bridgette went into the kitchen and flung all his cupboards open. She saw a couple of tins of ‘French Onion Soup’.
She shrugged and figured that if he had it then he must like it. She emptied it into a saucepan and began to heat it up.
Also, Bridgette found, were the ingredients that were needed to make chocolate brownies. Knowing the recipe off by heart, she began to mix the ingredients together in the mixer as the soup heated. She quickly swapped soup, and heated the other and poured the first into a bowl.
‘Are you making the soup?’ Edward called croakily from the living room, evidently hearing the sound of the mixer.
‘Something like that...’ Bridgette sang, and then proceeded to hum a song to which the words she couldn’t quite recall.
Once the brownie mix was made, she put them in the oven, and brought out hers and Edwards soup.
She put her soup down on the table and filled Edward’s spoon with it. She then told him to open his mouth, and moved the spoon forward.
‘Bridgette-‘ He began, but as he opened his mouth she shoved the spoon inside.
‘This is stupid. I can feed myself!’ He grumbled, taking the bowl from her. She laughed, and picked up her own and went to sit in the arm chair.
They sat and talked for a while, while they ate their soup. Albeit, Bridgette doing most of the talking due to Edward’s sore throat, and she sang songs for him after she had finished.
Taking their bowls out into the kitchen, Edward called to her. ‘I know you didn’t make that soup, Gigi.’ She could hear the smirk in his voice.
She laughed. ‘I know.’ She took the brownies out of the oven and using the oven gloves put them on a plate to cool. ‘But I did make these.’ She said bringing them out.
Edward sat up, and tried to take one.
‘What are you doing? They’re far too hot.’ She scolded, placing them on the table next to their cold coffees.
She took her key out of her pocket and unlocked the red door.
‘Edward?’ she called, stepping inside the living room. ‘I brought coffee!’
‘Hey, Gigi.’ Edward said with a sniff, getting up off of the couch and coming over to give her a peck on the cheek.
‘Bonjour, mon coeur.’ She said with a sweet smile, handing him his coffee.
Edward took a large sip, and sighed heavily.
‘What’s wrong?’ Bridgette asked, placing her coffee down on the table.
‘Nothing, nothing. I’m just not feeling too well.’
Bridgette bit her lip as he sneezed and put her hand worriedly on his forehead.
‘Bridgette. Stop worrying, it’s just one of those winter colds.’
‘It could be flu.’ She replied softly, as he coughed and spluttered.
She snatched his coffee out of his hand and placed it next to hers. She grabbed his arms and pulled him over to the couch, she pushed him down onto it, and lifted his legs up so he was lying down.
She went into his bedroom, but quickly came back out. ‘Stay.’ She said sharply, and then went back into the bedroom.
She opened the cupboard, and took out three warm blankets, and also picked up his pillows from the bed.
Sauntering back into the living room, she dumped them all on top of him, before going back into his bedroom and retrieving a warm jumper; which just so happened to be the Christmas one she had gotten him the year before.
She giggled, remembering his distaste when she had forced him to wear it all over the holidays.
When she returned, and held up the jumper, Edward grumbled and snatched it from her.
‘Now you look even more handsome.’ She said, kissing his nose, as he lay back down on the sofa.
Bridgette unfolded all of the blankets and wrapped him up in them, and she handed him the television remote.
‘Hungry?’
Edward nodded. ‘Can we order a take out?’
‘Definitely not, mon Coeur!’ She said with a shake of her head. ‘I will make you soup! It will make you better.’
‘Soup?’
‘Soup.’
Edward rolled his eyes as Bridgette went into the kitchen and flung all his cupboards open. She saw a couple of tins of ‘French Onion Soup’.
She shrugged and figured that if he had it then he must like it. She emptied it into a saucepan and began to heat it up.
Also, Bridgette found, were the ingredients that were needed to make chocolate brownies. Knowing the recipe off by heart, she began to mix the ingredients together in the mixer as the soup heated. She quickly swapped soup, and heated the other and poured the first into a bowl.
‘Are you making the soup?’ Edward called croakily from the living room, evidently hearing the sound of the mixer.
‘Something like that...’ Bridgette sang, and then proceeded to hum a song to which the words she couldn’t quite recall.
Once the brownie mix was made, she put them in the oven, and brought out hers and Edwards soup.
She put her soup down on the table and filled Edward’s spoon with it. She then told him to open his mouth, and moved the spoon forward.
‘Bridgette-‘ He began, but as he opened his mouth she shoved the spoon inside.
‘This is stupid. I can feed myself!’ He grumbled, taking the bowl from her. She laughed, and picked up her own and went to sit in the arm chair.
They sat and talked for a while, while they ate their soup. Albeit, Bridgette doing most of the talking due to Edward’s sore throat, and she sang songs for him after she had finished.
Taking their bowls out into the kitchen, Edward called to her. ‘I know you didn’t make that soup, Gigi.’ She could hear the smirk in his voice.
She laughed. ‘I know.’ She took the brownies out of the oven and using the oven gloves put them on a plate to cool. ‘But I did make these.’ She said bringing them out.
Edward sat up, and tried to take one.
‘What are you doing? They’re far too hot.’ She scolded, placing them on the table next to their cold coffees.
She lies in the dark, her skin on the sand.
She hears the waves crashing on the shore, she feels the rain pelt down.
Her hair, wet from the storm, sticks to her skin like seaweed.
A plastic cup lies next to her, upturned, discarded.
She had used it to make sandcastles, sandcastles long washed away by the ever crashing waves.
Her eyes are closed, her eyelashes wet.
She looks up, she locks eyes with him.
‘My sandwich was swept away.’ She whispers, her words are carried off by the wind, barely leaving her mouth before they are whipped away.
She hears the waves crashing on the shore, she feels the rain pelt down.
Her hair, wet from the storm, sticks to her skin like seaweed.
A plastic cup lies next to her, upturned, discarded.
She had used it to make sandcastles, sandcastles long washed away by the ever crashing waves.
Her eyes are closed, her eyelashes wet.
She looks up, she locks eyes with him.
‘My sandwich was swept away.’ She whispers, her words are carried off by the wind, barely leaving her mouth before they are whipped away.
Commissiony Thingy List (not first come first serve)
1. Astro0
2. Peebers
3.
4.
Small tips in the form of tbt are very much appreciated, but by no means necessary, I'm very happy to do these for free!
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