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Howdy! I’m SodaPop and this is my tiny little writing blog. When I started this blog I THOUGHT I was going to fluff it up with some posts first before accepting requests. But I ran out of ideas pretty quickly. I want to make this work, I want to post fanfiction so I’m just going to make a fresh start and open the inbox. 

I will write: ----------------------------------------------------------------

-Violence, Death

-Romantic x readers, platonic x readers, familial x readers

-Multiple characters in one post (Max: 4)

I won’t write: ---------------------------------------------------------------

-Extreme gore (Will clarify if asked)

-Nsfw (The farthest I will go is making out / Implications of sex)

-Incest

-Cheating scenarios

-Character x Character (x reader only)

Material that I’m ready to write about (For now): ------------------------------------------

-Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

-FNAF Security Breach

-Super Mario (No specifics)

-Pokemon Sword/Shield

-Pokemon Legends Arceus

It’s a date every citizen of his kingdom knows by heart, or best pretends to for their own sake. Surprisingly, his royal ferocious-ness is significantly more upset about those that forget about his flippin’ BIRTHDAY, than losing to his arch-nemesis (hewhoshallnotbenamedforthenext24hours). But enough about him! The lair was busy and loud with servants scurrying about trying to get everything ready for the party tonight. Shyguys cooked up a storm in the kitchen, paratroopas tied up the decorations, and you were busy guiding your beloved through the fortress while he was blindfolded.

“Tuck in your tail!”. ‘WHACK!’ “SLOW DOWN FOR THE SERVING CART!!!” ‘CRAASH!’ “Are you even listening to me?”, you said deflated and annoyed from his giant shoulder. You regretted not taking the longer and less crowded hallways to the airship, but you knew patience wasn’t one of Bowser’s personal virtues. Especially when he expects pleasant surprises. “Why do I gotta be blindfolded anyway? It’s MY CASTLE for pete’s sake…” Bowser bumps into a corner and feels around for the turn. “‘Sides I already know what my party’s gonna look like anyway…Kamek’s gonna bring out banners and rugs and all kinds of hoohaw with my mug on ‘em. The fancy ones. And we’re all gonna boogie under this giant disco ball…” The both of you pass the kitchen, several strong flavors float around in the air and Bowser gives a sharp grin as he continues. “Then there’s the HUGE spread of spicy wings, chops, chocolate cake, and all the Chuckola Cola I can drink!” You immediately interject, “I know we managed to snag quite a few barrels, but promise me you’ll pace yourself? You know how you act on an upset stomach.” Bowser replied with a laugh, “No promises toots. Now are we at the hangar yet? I want my special prese-” ‘THUD!’. Whoops, you forgot he was blindfolded… “Yeah, that was the door just now.”

The echoes from the dungeon have ceased for the moment. You pause, book in hand as you listen for any more sounds of the struggle. ‘Bowser is usually back by now…’, you speak internally. The setup for Princess Peach’s capture and the brothers’ journey to Bowser’s fortress takes a few days to end, but that final battle goes by like nothing at all. 

Mornings in the Badlands with your turtle dragon husband

Bowser would probably be a morning person, out of all his good and bad traits he certainly isn’t lazy so don’t be so surprised when his gigantic heavy frame shakes the bed at 6:00 am

And just to be a meanie he would probably scoop you up in his beefy arms and mercilessly attack your face with his hot kisses and sweet raspy nothings before starting his day

“Wakey wakey my little prince(ss)...”

If you join him in the dining hall Bowser gently seats you next to him and greets his children before greedily digging into the spread, he may not be lazy but he can get messy with his food so it’s best that you don’t sit in his lap during meals

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