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@alittledetermined
🎶I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life Larger than life Only small heroes found here!🎶
A Mario RP blog, played by Jas.
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//I'm about but at comic con in London, so might be slow on drafts ect.
I kept thinking about this post over the week, so I made it my goal to find something that would hopefully resemble what I mean, until I stumbled upon this movie's OST again.
And then I remembered that this version of the song exists, and I absolutely had to share it with all of you because O-M-G. Honestly one of the most beautiful male voices I've ever heard. No other one I've come across embodies the youthful gentleness and soulfulness I imagine for Mario quite this perfectly, and the fact that the tone and lyrics happen to match the character as well had my heart in a puddle. 😭💖
I couldn't resist making a small piece for it, because the thought of Mario singing a ballad for Peach was just too pure not to draw. ^-^
@mushroommonarchypeach
Send “ ⛓ ” for an arranged marriage starter
Peach took a gentle breath in and exhaled quietly as she stood to the side of the party before her. She'd been set up in an arranged marriage for a few years now, but had never met her betrothed. Apparently, he was a hero, and had saved numerous kingdoms. She was told he was valiant, brave, and respectable. A gentleman, and friendly. At least there was that. The Princess was decked out in her favorite evening gown, in her favorite shade of pink. Evening gloves covered her hands and arms, her hair was up in a formal bun, and her ears and neck were adorned with jewelry of fine silver. Smooth music played from a stage of musicians as people talked, danced, and socialized. And she waited.
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Mario wonders into the room; an exciting day; curious and a little nervous (though he didn't show it). He'd never met his betrothed before today, although, their wedding had been planned for quite some time. Its strange, to think he'd be marrying someone he'd never met. In fact a big part of him doesn't want to do this.
So Mario is led further into the venue, blue eyes scanning the place for the individual. He'd hear she was a princess and that she loved the colour pink...surely he'd be able to spot someone like that.
Blue hues stop as they hover over an incredibly beautiful human being in the corner. His face flushed. That had to be her. But how best to approach her? Their situation is so strange. He swallows hard.
'Just be yourself Mario.'
Gingerly our hero approaches the stranger. 'Princess Peach?' A small bow. 'I'm...M-Mario.' Oh. Her eyes are so captivating. A dorkish smile forms upon his face and he's sure he looks as stupid as he feels. At least his clothes are fancy.
"I'd be lying if I said yes," Luigi replied.
He reached out for his brother, seeking comfort in physical touch. They'd be alright as long as they stuck together! He could do this! He'd done it plenty all by himself! Mario being with him made things even better!
"L-let's a-go. Pleasebeatreasureroomwithnoghosts."
He gives Luigi's hand a squeeze. The youngest; trembling as they proceed through the door. Mario uses his torch to guide them. Pushing the door open and peering inside.
Inside a room full of glass tanks. A plethora of fish to decorate them. A number of different species call this place home. Angel fish, clown fish, puffer fish, guppies and in one of the tanks, a great big octopus. 'Mama Mia.' Mario gasps, looking around. With all the water in this room, it's surprising that the floor doesn't cave in. They had to be at least three floors up!
'What kind of hotel is this?! Luigi, this place is amazing.'
Suddenly a flash. A set of incorporial bars blocks their exit. Ghosts in fish tail suits appear. Time to get busting. A second flash, this one from Mario's poltergust.
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@alittledetermined
‘To?’ He asks with a tilt of his head. ‘Talk?’ Well if it will make DK feel better… Well to be honest… it will make Mario feel a bit better too. ‘Okay.’ Mario says softly. Shuffling a little closer to his friend and looking at him attentively. ‘What is it you would like to talk about?’ The plumber considers patting the other’s back, but refrains, unsure if DK will allow it. His hand hovering there.
His teeth are a force behind the wall his mouth makes once firmly shut. Trapped, they're forced to grind around ideas and uncomfortable thoughts...that he'd rather smash monkey his way through if he was being honest.
Not noticing his company's closing the distance just yet, he growls low in his throat - a mixture of gator and ape swallowed bellows. After a moment - and after realizing the other was humoring him, DK shifted to consider his company with a flat but welling indifference.
"I uh..." Rolling his palm against the back of his neck awkwardly, he shrugged. "I dunno. I was just thinkin' that...maybe all of us-" Meaning everyone who had teamed up against Bowser before and had steadily gone back to their own lives. "Well...feels like all we share in common is that we don't...talk enough?"
Somehow that makes Mario laugh, a surprised one at that. They have more in common than that! Isn't that obvious. The two of them clash so often because they are both damn right competitive. The two of them fight so much because they both have a short fuse. And the two of them actually have quite a kind and caring heart underneath all the bluster. 'DK. We have plenty in common.' He says softly. 'Perhaps even a little too much.' A gentle pat to the kong's back. 'I mean we fight, sure. But I dunno-' He sways a little; how to word this in a way that DK won't make fun of him...'I'd like to think we're good friends. I come to visit you, don't I? And you visit me. We sometimes play games and yeah we disagree a lot. But that's no reason for us not to be friends.' A moment. 'And you can talk to me about most anything.' A sincere smile. 'Except maybe your biceps, I get a little tired of hearing about that.' A playful smirk, and a nudge to say, I'm just teasing.
Mario's initial reaction to his gelatinous double was just about the same as Luigi's. It was freaky and uncanny just how exact E. Gadd had made their' replicas'. Freakier was that they possessed free will of their own, at least enough to follow orders.
"I really don't wanna know in-depth how the goo functions. But it does." A pause. "Knowing the professor, he probably infused ectoplasm with some of our hair or somethin' weird."
Summoning the sentient goo back to his pack, Mario gives Luigi an uneasy look. ‘Don’t wanna know how he got a strand of my hair’ He hadn’t spent much time with E. Gadd at all; unlike Luigi.
Taking in a deep breath to steal himself , Mario holds out his hand, eyes glancing at the door before looking towards his brother. ‘Ready?’
Awk-ward. DK reached up to scratch around his neck where a tie looped loosely around it for a change. "Pft. It's been like... a couple weeks tops?" When he realized what he said could definitely be misconstrued, he snorted and clarified. "I mean real as in...the Bowser-free me."
Though, were any of them truly 100% Bowser-free at any given point? "I uh...well, we don't have to." DK asserted, avoiding eye contact to glower over at something else in the distance. Looks like...a rock. "I just thought - with how things have...been."
He dug a knukle into the ground, drawing a few aimless lines in the sand. "That maybe you'd-" Peeking over at him finally, he regards his company quietly.
"...want ... to...?"
‘To?’ He asks with a tilt of his head. ‘Talk?’ Well if it will make DK feel better… Well to be honest… it will make Mario feel a bit better too. ‘Okay.’ Mario says softly. Shuffling a little closer to his friend and looking at him attentively. ‘What is it you would like to talk about?’ The plumber considers patting the other’s back, but refrains, unsure if DK will allow it. His hand hovering there.
He’s just tryna be nice
@koopzilla sent- “you have no idea what i’ve been through.”
‘I would if you told me!’ He cries, a look of genuine concern. How can he possibly consider Bowser as simply his enemy? The koopa monarch has shown some real humanity over the years, rare, but still there. ‘I want to help you Bowser. Please let me.’ He offers the other a hand. Maybe they can put aside their history and really learn to come together. 'I can help.' A pleading look. He wants nothing more.
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@simiansmoke sent- “when was the last time we had a real conversation?"
With a shrug Mario replies. 'I dunno'.' He sighs. 'Been a while. I'm not sure if that on me or you...but yeah its been a while.' A lot of time has been spent bickering, some of it just mindless banter and other times a waste of time; spoiled by ego.
A thought and a quizzical look. 'Why? Do we need to talk?' Is there something pressing? That makes a look of concern form upon his face. They rarely speak about anything serious.
more random dialogue prompts ,
“why do you have that look on your face?”
“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”
“what have you done to yourself?”
“did you do something different with your hair?”
“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”
“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”
“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”
“there’s something wrong with me.”
“no, i don’t hate you.”
“hey stupid.”
“we’re aren’t them.”
“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”
“you know you’re wrong.”
“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”
“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”
“what makes me so special?”
“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”
“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”
“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”
“how about we don’t do that.”
“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”
“you’re the worst.”
“i don’t need you right now.”
“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”
“i thought you were supposed to call me.”
“take my hand.”
“i need you.”
“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”
“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”
“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”
“why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“you don’t know what this means to me.
“i know it doesn’t make sense.”
“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”
“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”
“your voice is putting me to sleep.”
“did you find what you were looking for?”
“you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”
“well, i guess that’s broken.”
“i thought it was part of the act.”
“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”
“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”
“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”
“how could you do this to me?”
“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”
“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”
“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”
“people think i’m weird.”
“i think i’m losing myself again.”
“you can’t be here.”
“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”
“do you know what today is?”
“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”
“i need to get out.”
“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”
“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”
“you gonna eat that?”
“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”
“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”
“we’ll never make it in time.”
“you’d be late for your own funeral.”
“you should have seen it coming.”
“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”
“why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”
“is this how you flirt with everyone?”
“how much longer till we’re there?”
“what have you done?”
“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”
“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”
“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”
“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”
“i never want to hear you say that again.”
“you’re all i have.”
“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”
“i was doing so well until you showed up.”
“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”
“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”
“how can you stand this place?”
“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”
“you need to stop.”
“i don’t like that look, what happened?”
“is that seriously your password?”
“what’s your problem?”
“you had no right to use it without asking.”
“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”
“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”
“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”
“why do you want to help me?”
“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”
“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”
“hey, look what came in the mail!”
“do you want to get a drink or something?”
“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”
“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”
“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”
“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”
“you need to leave.”
“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”
“i do blame you.”
“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”
“you’re no longer useful to me.”
“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”
Tadano smiled and giggled a bit. He followed Mario to the counter and looked at the flavors. "Oh, I'd love some pecan ice cream! And cookies and cream too!" the donkey replied eagerly. "It's so cool to finally be able to hang out with you, the great and famous Super Mario!" Tadano said, having heard a lot of him thanks to the Toads and all people around in the Kingdom.
'Coming up.' Mario assures them with a wide smile; he turns to the toad running the stand and makes their order. As they await Tadano offers a compliment. 'You are so nice. So kind! My brother has great taste in friends!' Mario says with a chuckle. He's still not sure how best to respond to such kindness. He would hate to sound ungrateful, but also doesn't want to seem too self-indulgent.
The toad hands the pair their ice cream. 'Lets find somewhere to sit.' Blue eyes scan their surroundings. Ah perfect. The bench beside the fountain. 'How about over there?'
@alittledetermined
Okay! That collar has to come off! The ape is a jerk, period. But even Donkey Kong knows when enough is enough. He's competitive and boisterous and destructive at the best of times; but he knows when to hold his punches. Actually, DK has a knack for allowing his opponent to bail, to know when one more punch would cause serious harm and refrain.
But this thing around his neck seems to be blocking any rational thought.
Mario wipes the blood from his nose. A new determination making him stand, in spite of his wobbly knees. He is going to get that collar!
'Hey! Have you had enough yet?! Seems to me like you're scared of little old me!' He wants DK to charge. Then he'll make his move. 'I wouldn't blame you! You've never beaten me at anything in your life! You know there is no winning this!'
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Enveloped in the power of fire flower mixed with reptilian blaze, he fumed. Fire burst around his body, ready to consume anything he came close to. It only seemed to burn brighter the more Mario taunted him.
"...have I had enough?" He scoffed, lowering his chin to the floor between his knuckles as they kneaded the earth testily. His target chosen, he jerked his formidable weight forward and charged towards the plumber in his red clothes like a bull would.
"YOU'LL NEVER WIN AGAINST ME!" He snarled, and though Bowser's energy controlled some part of him, the other part echoed this truth with a loud shout.
"I'LL TEAR YOU APART!" He leapt, fangs flashing around a forming ball of fire and fur fluffed.
Time to move! Unless Mario wants to become a roasted marshmallow.
Our plucky young plumber gets a run up- towards the beast, even, before somersaulting in the air and landing upon the gorilla, rodeo-style. Fingers grip at the collar tightly to steady himself. His feet shuffle apart as he begins to tug at the collar. This is probably not going to work; but Mario would at least like to try this before resorting to attack a friend under Bowser's control.
His little frame is of course jostled about like a jockey on a wild horse.
Truth be told, Luigi was never ready to bust ghosts. It was terrifying when he'd first done it and it still was now. He gripped his own Poltergusts's wand a little tighter to himself, turning the flashlight on.
"Fifty percent chance there's something horrible behind that door you just revealed. Fifty percent chance it's treasure."
"O-oh. There's one more function your Poltergust has just like mine..." Luigi pressed yet another button on his vacuum's wand and the green gelatinous slime in his pack popped out and formed into a Jell-O representation of Luigi. "The red slime in your pack; it'll form to look like you, a-and it's kinda sentient. Professor E. Gadd named mine 'Gooigi'. So I guess yours'd be 'Gooario'?"
Ah there's Luigi. Mario smiles an affectionate smile. Perhaps Luigi is a bit of a scaredy cat...He'd never change that, however, not for the world. 'Well then it could be treasure.' Mario tries to reassure his brother; though to be honest, Mario is hoping for a ghost. A quick thrill.
But before he can proceed to the next room; a slimy green version of Luigi slips out of his twin's pack...Unexpected. 'Oh-hoh that's disturbing.' He gently taps Gooigi's nose. 'Yet uncanny. Looks just like you.' And Mario and Luigi are the twins!
'Gooario, huh?' He glances back at the scarlet goop in the back of his poltergust. With a press of the button Gooario is released, looking as dazed as his counterpart,Gooigi. 'Huh, whaddya' know I really am short.' His hands rubs at his chin as he admires a gelatinous version of himself.
'Alright got it... Uh...Why do I need him? Besides as a Pinterest stimboard.'
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i had another idea
"I have never seen a mustache like that before. I mean...what kind of mustache has these like...frequent bumps on the bottom part of it?"
'Not you too.' Is everyone against him today? 'It takes me ages to cut it this way!'
