You can call me Sodapop (she/her). I'm a beginner writer and don't really know what I aim to achieve here outside of writing practice. But I still want to write anyway. (ASKS NOW OPEN :])
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
~~ Alright I hope that’s everything covered! Thanks for visiting my blog! ~~
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 hangar is ginormous in both width and length to accommodate for the several wooden airships docked inside. Humid air seeps in day in and day out, leaving the room with a muggy atmosphere. Closest to the exit gate is Bowser’s personal ship, and onboard are the monty mole crew, seven koopalings, and one extraordinarily peppy Bowser Jr. coming in hot for a tackle hug.... ~
Sorry about the radio silence. I'm a college student (freshman) and I finally got my driver's license! Gonna try to put more energy into fic writing and maybe trying out a new character?? Possibly?? Thanks so much for all of your support thus far!! Yall are superstars! 🌟
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.
The King of Koopas is always so strong and resilient, but even the strongest shell can be cracked sometimes. Bowser would never let his troops see it, they need someone tough and fearless to answer to. Yet you were his only exception, though he’d really rather not be weak in anyone’s presence. You knew this very well so it wasn’t surprising when Bowser slammed open the door and stomped his way to the gigantic bed you shared.
“I’m surprised, it really sounded like you had them on the ropes.”, you remark as you crawl under the covers. Bowser moves his large head onto your lap and huffs smoke from his snout. “Wasn’t aware of the comedian in our midst, let’s find out if laughter really is a medicine then.”, he groans as he looks up at you expectantly. You find yourself giggling at Bowser’s retort and he himself cracks a chuckle after you.
He nuzzles in closer while looking off at nothing in particular, the warm orange candles flickering on your bodies and casting large shadows on the stone wall. King Bowser wears his menacing reputation with pride and although you’re never out there on the frontlines with him (not that he’d ever allow it) you let him define himself as his own person regardless of how you felt about his acts of war and conquest. But here in this moment, it wasn’t about the power or the kingdom, moments like these are for picking up the pieces and putting them back together.
You lean over and press a kiss on Bowser’s scaly forehead and tangle your fingers in his hair. “We should do something nice tomorrow, how about a beach day? It’s been ages since we’ve had a trip, and you could use a break.”, you say in a slightly hopeful tone. Bowser emanates a low hum as he runs his large hand up and down your back, “Fiiinne, wouldn’t hurt I guess.” You sigh contently as you lay your head down on the pillow, soaking in the atmosphere, until Bowser moves up towards your head to deliver a quick smooch on your lips and pulls you into his broad chest for the night.
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
The koopalings are causing their usual ruckus at the table, Morton is chewing with his mouth open, Lemmy is juggling oranges, Iggy is dropping pancakes on the floor for his pet chain chomp, Larry and Roy are flicking grapes at each other, and Wendy and Ludwig are pretending to live in a world where these koopas aren’t their siblings. Across from you to Bowser’s right is Junior who’s rambling about a dream he had about building a launcher that weaponized plumber seeking blue shells, “I could build them ALLLL around our castle once I figure out how to make ‘em. That bad Mario won’t know what hit ‘em papa!!” Bowser hums in response, scarfing down another omelet, and Junior turns to you with a his little rascally grin, “I can’t wait to see the look on Mario and Greenie’s dumb faces when it’s ready! They’ll be only a few feet in our territory and then KA-BOOM!!” Junior slams his hand onto his plate and launches his breakfast right back in his face. You and Bowser exchange looks and sigh at the mess as Junior sheepishly tries to avoid eye contact with his siblings who (especially Iggy) have erupted in fits of laughter. “I’ll take care of him, big guy”, you say to Bowser before kissing him on the cheek and taking Junior by the hand to the washroom.
Your arms are sore from scrubbing the syrup out of his hair and your clothes are soaked from Juniors incessant splashing but at least the tiny bundle of chaos incarnate is clean in a nice fluffy towel. “Thanks mama/papa!”, Junior says before hugging your legs and scampering down the hallway past his father who he spares a quick greeting without losing pace. “Junior’s a handful and a half, but he’s a good kid”, Bowser remarks as you meet him just outside the bathroom entrance with a tired expression. “I wonder where he gets it from, I was told by a little magic birdie that his dad was twice as worse on a good day.”, your head tilts and your smile perks up tauntingly. Feigning shock, the Koopa King reels back with his hand on his heart, “Gossiping behind my back?! Tsk, tsk sweetness...I guess I’ll just take your treat back to the kitchen then!”
Upon mentioning the treat you notice a scone on a plate in Bowser’s other hand, and you remember that your meal was cut short from Junior’s antics. “Nah, that’s a waste of good food,”, you look hopefully at your husband as he looks down at you. “I should just eat it here to teach you some respect!” The helpless pastry is cinched between two sharp claws and lifted to it’s bitter end in Bowser’s mouth, but you’re not giving up that easily. With last bit of energy you jump up to grab Bowser’s arm and pull yourself up onto his shoulders to intercept the scone. Bowser pauses to snicker as you devour your treat with the same lack of grace he’s infamous for and moves you to a bridal style carry. “Geez, I know I’m sloppy, but get a load o’ you, dropping half your food on me...”, he pretends to grimace as you brush off the crumbs from his bicep and move to scratch his chin. Bowser leans in and takes long deep breathes as you smooth your thumb over his scales and nuzzle his temple. “We still have the rest of the day ahead of us y’know, we’ve only been awake for two hours.” You release the longest exhale you can muster and go limp in your husband’s arms. “Fiiiiiinnnnne, but I’ll go as long at you carry me“, you sigh with a pouty face that the Koopa King happily kisses before he walks away with you back into the heart of the castle. Your castle. Together.
