#Mario loses his mustache

[hplonesomeart]

NOOOO new episode drop just makes me feel even worse for Mr. Puzzles ARE YOU KIDDING ME JSKJSKSSP NOOOOO

My poor man deserves so much better in this life it’s not even funny at this point. HIS OWN CREATION LEFT HIM THIS IS THE SECOND TIME IN A ROW HIS EVIL COMPANION STRAIGHT UP DIPS OUT OF HIS LIFE. I’M NOT NORMAL GUYS I’M HURT AUUUUU. And Mr. Puzzles genuinely wanted it to be fair game he was against the idea of cheating in the competition and he didn’t put up a tantrum or a fight when things didn’t go in his favor. His morale has been subdued so much to the point sir just accepts this fate :((

LOOK AT HIM NOOOOOO. He’s going to need one of Bob’s alcoholic burgers after this one with a side of Puzzle Juice box I’m afraid. A makeshift Happy Meal to cure the woes

[saberafterdark]

i am going to combust into a million pieces

[kuromipuzzles2000]

"ohhh, nice thinking, SMG3!"

"oooohhh, bad thinking, SMG3~" *totally not on pain lol*

very late but did it cuz i got bored of play and got inspo for do this redraw

(gee where's Jess when we need her, her boyfriend is terrorizing the hubbies-)

(if you ask why Mr. 4 is steaming, before Mario punched him he throwed holy water at Mr. 4 for make him unable of regenrate, also as he is wet with holy water and after a few days or week, Mr. 4's demon half disappears, so his powers are off and his diamonds disappear from his hair)

[fluentmoviequoter]

Please a Tim Bradford x shy!reader?

Since I’m Mexican American who grew up in the USA all my life and almost Halloween 🎃, please Lucy wants to record the shy!reader and her guy friends dressing up as Mario, Luigi and the reader dress as Yoshi while Tim watching the trio and Lucy recording them.

https://youtube.com/shorts/6XvvZw-YDU8?si=tiaHE_uCJfw-9GPK

This ended up being a blurb (set in the same universe as the Firefighters: Friend or Foe series but able to be read without that!). I hope that's okay and you enjoy it! 🤍

0.8k+ words of fluff with Tim x shy!fem!reader

The Pretty Dinosaur

“Good morning!” Lucy calls as she enters your workplace.

You look up from your notebook and furrow your brows when you see several bags hanging from her arm. There is confetti printed on them, and your shoulders automatically tense when she smiles and walks toward you.

“Where are the guys?” she inquires, leaning forward to look over your shoulder.

“Busy,” you answer quietly.

“Is that Lucy?!” one of the guys in question yells before he walks down the hallway. “Lucy!”

“Darry!” she replies, smiling as she fist-bumps him. “I need your help with something.” Turning toward you, she adds, “That means you, too.”

You shake your head, but Darry smiles at you and leans against your desk to distract you while Lucy enters the hallway to find Jay. She and Jay seem to enjoy testing the limits of your shyness more than anyone... except maybe Tim.

“Okay, listen,” Lucy demands as she returns.

You think you see her hand leaving Jay’s. Then she raps on the table and distracts you from your internal evaluation of their relationship.

“This,” she begins, reaching into the bag. “Is for you.”

Your eyes widen as she removes a Yoshi costume, a printed onesie with a hood and shorts, and then tosses it toward you. As you catch it against your chest, she passes Darry and Jay each a bag, winking at Jay before she steps back.

“I was shopping for Halloween decorations for my apartment and saw these. Put them on and we have to film some videos of you guys in them.”

“What even is Yoshi?” you mumble as you examine the costume.

“He’s a dragon,” Jay answers.

“No, bro, he’s a dinosaur,” Darry argues. “Hey, why does he get to be Mario?”

“Because he looks better in the mustache,” Lucy explains.

“You’d think so,” you whisper as you move your chair away from the desk.

Lucy’s eyes widen in surprise at your bold comment, but she waves her hands quickly, encouraging you to change.

“I have scripts!” she adds as you enter the restroom.

When you emerge in your Yoshi costume, Jay twirls the faux mustache beneath his nose and uses an Italian accent to say, “Yoshi! Welcome home!”

“She looks more like she’s in another place that’s four letters and starts with h,” Darry points out.

“C’mon, this is fun!” Lucy encourages, bouncing slightly. “I was thinking that you guys can film a few funny videos on your own and then I can give you the ideas I had.”

“Why?” you ask, holding your fingers together behind your back.

“Just for fun. I won’t post them, I promise. Now, get in your places. And… action!”

Lucy holds up her phone and smiles behind the screen as she records Jay walking into the frame.

“This red brings out my mustache, hey, Luigi?” he jokes in the same accent from before.

“Sure!” Darry agrees, walking behind Jay. “Except nobody’s ever seen a Dominican Mario.”

“He’s from Puerto Rico,” you point out, allowing Darry to push you to Jay’s side.

“My trusty sidekick is right!” he exclaims, placing his hand over your face when you open your mouth to argue that you are not his sidekick. “But it’s the same island!”

“No, it’s not,” you, Darry, and Lucy say together.

“Who’s the game named after?” Jay challenges.

“Who loses his girlfriend to an anthropomorphic turtle every week on date night?” Darry retorts.

“Did someone call the police?”

You turn quickly, disturbing the Yoshi hood over your head, and immediately drop your eyes when you see Tim leaning against your desk, watching the show in his patrol blues.

“I did,” you answer. "Don't worry, Bowser isn't involved this time."

Lucy begins laughing and ends the video as she bends forward and attempts to catch her breath. Jay lays a hand on her shoulder and continues to flirt with her as Darry tries to provoke him further. Meanwhile, you slowly approach Tim’s side with your eyes on your bare legs below the shorts of your costume.

“What are you?” Tim asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Yoshi,” you murmur, taking his hand to look at it rather than his face.

“Cute.”

“Lucy made me,” you add. “She wanted a funny video for Halloween.”

“I would’ve gotten you a better costume if I knew you wanted one.”

“I didn’t,” you explain as Lucy interjects, “You couldn’t have found better!”

“Maybe we should stop on the way home and I’ll find one you’ll enjoy looking at since you can’t seem to make eye contact today,” Tim whispers as he pulls you closer.

You whine and drop your forehead against his shoulder. He apologizes though he's aware that he’s pushing you but totally insincere.

“Can’t leave yet,” Jay calls. “Lucy isn’t done with us yet.”

“Maybe we should make one to explain why we’re all the wrong race for our characters,” Darry suggests.

“Ooh, yes!” Lucy agrees, raising her phone.

“Nobody messes with Puerto Rican Mario,” Jay purrs in his Italian accent.

“Help,” you whisper against Tim’s shoulder.

“After I hear the explanation of how a girl as pretty as you ended up dressed like a dragon.”

“Dinosaur!” Darry argues as you attempt to hold onto Tim’s hand to escape the camera and the reminder that your friends don’t care about you or how shy they’re making you.

[ghostgirl-22]

It’s November so… uh Happy Halloween 👻

18+ !NSFW! Explicit

Day 31: That one time at the Halloween Party

Pair: Artrick + Tashi

It ends upstairs in the bedroom of some star baseball player, Tanner Mulligan, he’s got a full ride to Stanford just like Tashi. Patrick has no idea who the fuck he is but both Art and Tashi seem to know him. It’s how they got invited to his Halloween house party in the first place. There were so many people, hell Patrick probably had a full conversation with him but he doesnt remember much before the bedroom.

He remembers what they dressed up as. He was Mario, red sweater, blue jeans, gloves, a dumb cap and mustache that kept dropping off so he gave up. Tashi was the princess peach in a short little knock off pink dress with frills and a crown. And Art matched him in green but still so blonde he could’ve been a princess too.

It was supposed to be a couples costume but obviously Patrick would never choose if he could get away with it. So they all went together. Art still desperate for his girlfriend and Tashi still playfully amused about it.

It doesn’t matter though. Patrick can handle him. At least that’s what he thinks.

Art is popular among the tennis team but everyone at Stanford seems to adore Tashi. So it was just easier for Patrick to spend the night with Art and watch Tashi work the room. Besides he’s got prime real estate, a spot next to Art crowded onto one of the sofas.

Well it’s not easier, Art’s sitting between Patrick and one of his tennis friends that clearly has a huge crush on him. It’s so fucking obvious to everyone… except probably Art.

It’s ironic actually.

Patrick would go commiserate if he didn’t hate the guy. He’s working on Art, when Patrick’s not even there and Patrick thinks he’ll lose it if someone else gets to fuck him first.

Thankfully Art’s oblivious to the fact that the boy is steadily bringing him drink after drink to get him drunk. Something Patrick might do if he imagined they could make out at the end of the night. It annoys him though that this guy seems to know this about Art.

So Patrick takes Art’s drinks when he’s half done nearly every time to slow the process. It does earn him several frustrated glances from Art’s new boyfriend to which Patrick smirks in response. If he wants it he can get in line. Art’s conveniently oblivious to their silent feud, though. He’s busy pointing out girls in slutty Halloween costumes.

“Isn’t she your type?” Art asks about at least three different girls. Patrick thinks maybe Tashi has broken him because as hot as some of these girls are they aren’t really on Tashi’s level for him.

Even more amusing, Art must notice him watching, when Tashi chats with a group of 4 or 5 boys dressed as zombie football players because he leans over and whispers. “Brandon is the quarterback, he has a crush on her, they’re in the same biology class.”

“Shut up,” Patrick says.

“What? I’m just saying…they work in the lab together. He’s kinda handsome, right?”

Patrick looks at him, smirking. “You’re such a manipulative little shit.”

“I’m not being manipulative, I’m just literally telling you about him,” Art hiccups, snatching his drink back and taking a sip. He’s already drunk. Such a fucking lightweight.

“Yeah Patrick, I think he’s right. You should go check on your girl. I mean… they are standing kinda close.“ It's Art’s crush. He really wants Patrick to leave and Patrick really wants to tell him to fuck off.

“So I go over there and fly off the handle. Tell her she can’t talk to any boys and she tells me to fuck off and comes crying to you right?” Patrick says to Art and he shrugs, shit eating grin on his lips.

He’s not wearing the Luigi cap or mustache any more, boy crush playfully snatched it so Art would take his hat and so he’s got on this Indiana Jones Fedora. He looks stupid cute. If anything Patrick would tell him not to talk to any more boys. He trusts Tashi… at least enough to know she wouldn’t fuck around without telling him. But Art would do it and think nothing of it. They aren’t dating after all…

Tashi walks over then with another friend, some pretty girl with long braids, dressed like a vampire in thigh high stockings just like Tashi’s except black instead of white.

“This is my boyfriend, Patrick,” she says smiling at her friend. “Patrick this is Olivia. She’s my RA.”

”Hi,” Patrick says, trying to focus on her face and not their legs. He’s had enough drinks though that he’s fantasizing about them tangled up together. Tashi’s clearly tipsy or something, one of her white tights is slipping down her calf, her crown is on crooked, her eyes are glassy and she looks dangerously close to spilling whatevers in the red solo cup she’s holding.

“I’ve definitely seen you before, trying to sneak around so you could spend more than three nights in a row in her dorm room,” Olivia says laughing.

“She’s the reason we got away with it,” Tashi grins, she lifts her sleeve back up on her shoulder and it immediately drops again.

“I love you,” Patrick tells her friend and she smiles.

“Look I love her but don’t do it again. I need this job,” Olivia says.

“We won't, he's staying with Art tonight,” Tashi says.

“Technically the rule goes for the whole building but I’ll just pretend you didn’t say that…since I’m not his RA.” Olivia says.

“And that’s why we love you,” Tashi links their arms and they start chatting two feet in front of them. Art’s not being subtle, he’s looking at Tashi’s thighs while boy crush asks him if he wants another drink.

“Where’s the bathroom?” Patrick asks Art.

Art hiccups and points over at a line of people waiting near a closed door. Patrick groans. “I don’t think I can wait.”

”There’s another one upstairs you can go to,” boy crush says. “I’m sure there’s no line.”

“Come with me,” Patrick says to Art.

“But then we’ll lose our spot on the sofa,” Art points out, his eyes drifting back to Tashi’s long legs.

“I can show you where it is,” Tashi says, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Thank you,” Patrick gets up. And of course Art stumbles to his feet too and Patrick smirks. “I thought you wanted your spot.”

“I uh.. I might have to go too,” Art says.

“The group costume is so cute,” Olivia laughs looking over the three of them.

“Thank you,” Tashi curtsies adorably in Olivia’s direction and Olivia grins. Tashi takes his hand and he reaches for her cup before she almost spills. “My bad,” she giggles and she gives it to him. “It’s rum and coke.” Tashi says in his ear.

He takes a sip as they go upstairs. And the alcohol seems to hit him harder as they’re walking around. The second bathroom is full. It seems like there’s a couple hooking up in there. Tashi giggles as she presses her ear against the door.

“I think there’s another bathroom,” Art hiccups.

“Lead the way,” Patrick says.

That’s how they end up in Tanner’s bedroom in varying degrees of inebriation. Tashi sits on the bed to pull up her white knee high socks she can’t stop giggling and it makes Patrick smile.

”How do Mario and Luigi even know a princess anyway? Aren’t they plumbers? And what’s with all the turtles?” She’s cracking herself up and it makes him and Art laugh.

“And…” Art adds. “what the fuck is yoshi?”

”He’s a fucking dinosaur,” Patrick says.

This cracks them up even more. Everything is so funny and Patrick thinks if he doesn’t catch his breath and go in the bathroom soon he’ll pee his pants. But the funniest part is when Art leans in and kisses him. It’s just a little at first, and then again. Then he’s pushing his tongue in Patrick’s mouth.

“Mm,” Patrick steadies him. “Hold that thought while I pee.” He whispers.

Tashi giggles. “You two are fucking now, huh?”

“God, imagine,” Patrick rolls his eyes.

Art blinks like he’s just realized where he is and what he’s done in front of her. “I didn’t mean to…” he starts.

“I know,” Patrick smirks. “It has been well documented that you didn’t mean to every single time it happens.”

Art rubs his face. “I’m really drunk,” he groans.

Patrick can’t hold it any longer. He goes in the bathroom and when he comes out he’s not surprised to find the two of them making out. Art’s doing exactly what he might do to Patrick when he gets dizzy drunk. Trying to get on top, straddle her. And Tashi is playing her fingers into his hair pulling him closer.

If it was anyone but Art he’d probably be pissed. Instead he’s having trouble catching his breath.

He walks closer to the bed and plays with a strand of Tashi’s hair. She seems a bit startled and she pulls back looking up at him a little guilty. “Dont be mad… you kissed him first.”

“It’s okay…it’s hot,” Patrick says, quietly. He feels dizzy, his cock is already full in the steps it took for him to reach the bed.

Tashi bites her lip and pulls her hair back squeezing her thighs together. Arts licking his lips… they’re all messy covered in her gloss. His mouth now stained the same color as hers. He stares up at Patrick, lips parted, eyes dilated. Patrick’s one step away from blue screening.

“Are you two gonna fuck?” Patrick asks.

Tashi sits on her hands, crossing her legs. She can’t sit still… it’s such a tell. “I thought you two would.”

Art shrugs and Patrick snatches the fedora off his head, as cute as he looks Patrick kinda hates that he’s wearing it. “You know he wants to fuck you right?” He tosses it on the bed.

“Who Carter?” Art sniffles. “No he doesn’t. You think everyone wants to fuck me.”

“No he does,” Tashi says, grinning. “I thought you wanted him too. You guys flirt all the time.”

“Because he can’t help himself,” Patrick says, teasing his fingers into Art’s hair.

“He’s my friend.” Art says.

“How many times have you kissed him?” Patrick asks.

“Only twice,” Art hiccups. “Mm and I was really wasted and confused. So it doesn’t count.”

“What the fuck?” Tashi giggles.

“He’s a menace,” Patrick straddles him on the bed. Art leans back on his elbows.

“Mm not being manipulative.” He murmurs.

“No of course not,” Patrick leans over him and takes his mouth. It tastes good, the way Tashi’s lipstick tastes. He licks Art’s lips and Art licks his tongue, pushes it inside Patrick’s mouth deepening the kiss. He can hear the beat of the stereo thrumming through the house and Tashi taking light breaths. He feels Art getting harder as he grabs Patrick’s face, he’s such a good kisser. It’s not surprising that Carter wants him drunk to do it again and again.

Patrick moves his hand down to unzip Art’s jeans and grips his swollen cock. Art gasps, licking his lips as Patrick pulls back. “I get to fuck you first,” Patrick whispers. “Right?”

Art moans as Patrick works on him. “I’m not even… oh fuck…he’s just my friend, Patrick.”

Tashi takes a breath and crosses her legs again.

“I know, and you’re such a good friend Art. Till you're tipsy in his bed with your mouth on his cock.”

“No,” Art breathes. “It’s not like that…He’s not like you.”

“Not like me how?”

“Patrick,” Art says breathlessly as Patrick stops touching him.

“Not like me how?”

“Mm so drunk,” he whines, squirming and stretching out beneath Patrick. Patrick traces Art’s mouth with his fingertips and he opens up right away. Sucking them inside while staring up at Patrick.

“Jesus Christ.” Patrick breathes. He ponders what to use for lube because he needs to fuck him right now or he might go insane.

Tashi lays on the bed next to Art. And Patrick slowly pulls his fingers out watching her.

“You’ve never had anything inside you?” She asks, softly playing with his hair..

Art closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“I promise it feels so good,” she whispers. “Really fucking good.”

“God,” Patrick breathes.

Art opens his eyes and turns to look at her shyly. She grins, touching his cheek and he kisses her. Patrick grips him again, he’s gentle with it. He doesn’t want Art to come yet but he’s dripping, dripping, dripping wet from the tip. Art sighs as Tashi pulls back, her fingers lingering in his hair.

”You’re such a pretty boy,” she says softly. “You should let him fuck you.”

“Your boyfriend?” Art says.

“Mmhm,” Tashi says, quietly. “Or maybe… you want to fuck him?”

Patrick thinks he’s in love with her.

Art bites his lip and reaches for Patrick’s zipper. Patrick doesn’t waste time waiting for him. He undoes it himself before getting Arts jeans all the way off.

Art gazes at him and hiccups, grinning. “You want to put it in me?” He’s come apart like a little slut, legs spread wide, flushed all down his neck, cock so full, heavy. Patrick starts to grab at his sweater and Art lifts it off. Patrick doesn’t have lube but Tashi has a condom that’s covered in it in her bag so Patrick kisses her. She grins against his lips and helps him take his sweater off.

Patrick then looks at Art beneath him, nothing but raw, needy, anxious energy. He nudges Arts thighs further apart and kisses him. Slowly. Letting it build.

Art lets him, stretched out beneath pushing his tongue in and out like sex and moaning till Patrick can’t take much more. He positions himself and feels Art starting to tense. He presses…slowly… and Art starts to react as the tip enters.

“Wait…” he breathes. And Patrick thinks he might kill him. Just take the pillow and smother him. He slips out again and licks his top lip forcing himself to calm down.

“Yes?” He says breathlessly.

“What if someone tries to… tries to… is the door locked?” Art asks.

“I can lock it,” Tashi says.

”She’s gonna lock it,” Patrick says, and Art nods. Patrick goes to try again and Art sighs.

“Patrick wait… have you ever… have you ever done this before?”

Patrick presses his lips together trying to find the best answer that will lead to the least amount of follow up questions.

“Art I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” Tashi says, climbing back on the bed.

“Okay,” Art breathes.

“Okay?” Patrick says raising his eyebrows.

“Can you go slow? I’ve never…” he trails off and he sounds oddly lucid.

“Yeah I’ll go slow. But you’ve got to let me fucking go or you’re gonna kill me,” Patrick says.

Art nods again and adjusts his head on the pillow. Patrick bends over so their faces are inches apart and he cradles Arts face in his hands. “Just close your eyes. I’m only gonna fuck you like a friend. A really good friend.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Art says, biting back his smile. Patrick licks at his mouth and Art opens for him. Another kiss and a moment later Patrick starts again easing into what is honestly deliciously tight wet heat. Art is squeezing right away which feels insanely good. Fuck. Maybe he’s having a religious experience. He’s wanted this for so fucking long. He’s halfway in and Art is pulling his legs up on either side of him.

“Oh fuuck… Patrick…” Art moans breathlessly. And Patrick thinks he’ll probably embarrass himself and come on one or two strokes if Art's voice continues to sound like that.

When he gets fully inside Art is holding his breath. And Patrick smiles and slowly pulls back. When he’s mostly out, Art breaths out again. He’s fucking shivering.

Patrick pushes again and gazes at him, rubbing his stomach. “Okay?”

“Mmhm,” Art says, tense.

“Relax. Breathe through it,” Patrick says, probably talking to himself more than anything.

Art nods and tries to let it out. Patrick is pretty proud actually for lasting this long. He goes for it again and Art’s breathing so deep and then he moans.

“Is it okay?” Patrick asks. The sound is going to kill him. Make him nut inside all prematurely like he’s fucking sixteen.

“Yes,” Art says. He’s still shivering. “Mm fuck… yes, yes, yes,” Art moans into his ear.

Tashi sighs and Patrick can see she’s got her hand between her thighs. And fuck, this moment is gonna do permanent damage to Patrick’s brain. He thinks he might die actually.

Patrick is something like five strokes in before Art breaks him completely. He’s watching Art’s tummy rise and fall when Art begins moaning for it in earnest and clenching so tightly.

It’s so fucking delicious that Patrick knows he won’t last much longer… he thinks of death, dying, his sister, his mom, his stupid brother…anything to keep himself together but nothing is fucking helping. So he grips at Art’s cock and starts jerking him… thankfully it only takes twice before Art’s spilling all over himself, his hips jerking up erratically and the sound, the sounds he can’t tell who’s doing what anymore…even his own voice is foreign to his ears. Patrick just loses it. Just fucking can’t anymore.

“Fuck,” Patrick groans, collapsing on top of him.

Art takes shallow breaths. “Mm Patrick?” He tangles his fingers in Patrick’s hair.

“That was,” Tashi whispers, her voice still pitched with arousal, she’s trying to catch her breath. “Did you like it?”

“Mmhm,” Art hums.

“I told you.”

Patrick can hear them kissing again.

He’s ready to fall asleep right here. Listening to them. Listening to Art's heartbeat. He thought that this would fucking cure him but he might actually be more sick over Art than he was before he fucked him. He’s certain everything that just happened in Tanner's little bedroom will be permanently etched into his memory. Even if the rest of the day isn’t.

He knows they eventually got dressed and that maybe they mixed up the red and the green. He doesn’t know what the fuck happened to the fedora or Carter for that matter. He remembers going back to the dorm. Watching Rocky Horror picture show. Tashi falling asleep in Arts bed while he slept on the floor with Art. And he remembers Art doesn’t pull away when he links their fingers together.

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Thank y’all for reading. Master list is here.

[selfshippinglover]

Mr. Puzzles Screenshots: Mario Loses his Mustache 6

[palskippah]

Hi! @hyperfixatingonbowuigisohard had this idea of Mr. L but preggy and I loved it jsdisd

I know nearly nothing of this game, but here's some ideas anyways for it!

-Mr L does his little presentation number, turning around, balancing his weight on one foot, and almost giving Bowser a heart attack when he clearly was barely keeping his balance, fearing that his husband would stumble and fall.

-Bowser immediately recognizes him, and Peach mutters to herself that Mr L reminds her strongly of someone, but she's not sure who. Bowser looks at her in disbelief, not sure if she's messing with him or not.

>Mario doesn't recognize Luigi at all at first, and Bowser genuinely asks him if he's an idiot. That's clearly Luigi! Same hat (a bit different though) and his overalls (although darker...) and that's his mustache! (looking as dashing as ever, by the way), and he's exactly as pregnant as Luigi! (Mario signs that Luigi isn't the only pregnant person in the world, and Bowser gets exasperated).

>Bowser keeps trying to convince Mario to not fight his expectant husband (AKA, Mario's brother!), and even if it wasn't Luigi, the man was clearly very pregnant, how was he going to fight him?!

>Mr L overhears and takes it personally, jumping into battle. He loses, of course. And when he's on the ground, tired and out of breath (from what Bowser's just sure is just the baby tiring him up, because Mario was really tame on his attacks), the koopa hands him a Shroom Shake so he feels better, and Mr L angrily accepts it and then sends Bowser straight to hell. When he tries to stand up and fails miserably, he lets the koopa help him to his feet, and then sends him to hell again and leaves, to work on his Brobot. (I can't remember what else happens during that fight asdkaj)

>I can't remember how Mr L leaves after the first battle, but imagine he's waddling very slowly away and Bowser's like 'Babe?? Luigi?? Please come back :C' and Luigi is literally within arm reach (especially for Bowser), but he's also very angry and telling the koopa weirdo (AKA, King Corny, King Incompetent, Mr wrappedaroundyourhusbandsfinger, King Bootlicker) to back off or he'll kill him. And well, Luigi is very capable of doing anything, and this is a brainwashed, evil Luigi, so the koopa isn't taking any chances. And the 'Green Thunder' is even more cranky because Mario didn't even break a sweat and Mr L was all huffing and puffing when the battle ended. The whole waddle away, when he wasn't insulting Bowser, Mr L muttered to himself about the stupid huge baby that didn't let him do anything and the horrors of motherhood and pregnancy.

-Mr L doesn't care for the baby, because he just came to existence and found himself heavily pregnant. He doesn't know this baby; he doesn't feel anything for them! But still there's the muscle memory or maybe it's the feelings that Luigi has for the little thing or something, because sometimes Mr L would find that he had been stroking his own belly or resting his hand on it. He'd move his hand away as if burned, and quickly look around hoping none of Count Bleck's other minions saw him showing such weakness, feeling embarrassed.

-Normally Bowser is all over Luigi to be of assistance for anything he may need, to, y'know, make his life easier now that he's pregnant. And Luigi is always glad that he has his husband right there to take care of him, but that is not the case with Mr L. He's angry that the idiot koopa thinks that he needs to be monitored like a baby, when he can take perfectly good care of himself! But also, he claims so and all, but is clearly struggling.

>Like at some moment he presents his brobot control remote (or something? How does he even summon that robot?) and then accidentally drops it. All of them, Mario, Peach, Bowser and Mr L stare at it for a few seconds. When Bowser makes a movement of going forward to pick it for him, the green one swats him away, he can pick it up himself, thanks fucking very much. Cue Mr L doing the pitiful preggy crouch while Mario and Peach pointedly don't look (after he yells that they can stop staring!) and Bowser tries to get closer to just pick the damn thing himself so Luigi can stop straining himself (getting yelled at in return).

-On Super Dimentio form, know that brainwashed Luigi (Mr. L) and Dimentio don't give a single shit about the baby, the first obviously having the set goal of being of assistance to Dimentio or whatevs, and the late one wanting to fulfill the prophecy. But well, Luigi sure does, so he subconsciously makes sure to protect his bebi Magma. The new form is huge, but the baby is still normal sized, it's just that Luigi made sure to give them some extra padding because it looked like they'd need it to be safe.

>By the way, the idea of one side of his face being a crying Luigi and the other being Dimentio is directly from @galaxygermdraws' design of Super Dimentio which is so cool :'''v

>Super Dimentio form may have only some physical characteristics of Luigi and only Dimentio's mind controlling it, but Luigi has been pregnant for many months now, and he can't help muscle memory, so the Super Dimentio form waddles like he does, and maybe Mario, Peach and Bowser would find it funny, if they weren't so horrified by the whole ordeal and the huge hands trying to squish them like bugs.

-As soon as Luigi is out of the Super Dimentio form, he's lying on the ground and wiping the streak of tears from the only cheek that has them, while wondering aloud why is he crying and on his side on the floor, and the next second after that, he's wrapped in Bowser's arms and Mario's holding his hand and Peach is touching his face, all of them fretting over him, while Luigi doesn't know what has them with such worried expressions, or why Bowser's weeping so much.

-If before Bowser was all over him, since the whole Chaos Heart ordeal he doesn't take his eyes away from Luigi, neither does Mario, who's glued to him for long weeks until he can feel that his brother is going to be alright.

>Anyways, baby's born, they're all happy yey :D Also pls look at that paper Magma I drew, that's my best drawing up to date.

ALSO alternate thing where the Chaos Heart remained with the baby in some weird way, but they don't notice because she's literally just a baby but she has the potential to destroy the universe, but Magma never does because she's a chill girl her whole life who doesn't have reasons to unleash the doom of the universe JSJDK silly idea in the same way that Luigi -the bestest guy around- is supposed to help destroy everything (??? or something like that I read somewhere? Maybe it was a headcanon aksdladk)

Thanks if you read till here!

[hykaru-chan]

[Redraw] 🧢 SMG4 : Nice plan !

Screenshot from the episode Mario Loses His Mustache

[batneko]

bowuigi rock star x roadie AU.

The Mario bros are still plumbers by trade, but they're friends with the guy who manages the nearby concert venue and often get roped in to help out during big shows. They're both stronger than they look, and have plenty of experience at repairs even aside from plumbing. And Luigi has always been good with machines so he takes to the new equipment with ease. Though Mario is better with people and makes friends faster, Luigi is the one that everyone comes to rely on when things go wrong.

At a concert a few years ago Mario got into an actual physical fight with the star, but since the guy was already well-known as an asshole Mario's friend pretended to "fire" him and then brought him back to help out again next week, no big deal. Just can't work the next Bowser concert, that's all.

Bowser got famous when he was only eighteen, which means he never really had to grow up. He's spent the last ten years getting his way and experiencing no consequences (as long as he punched down). However now that his son is old enough to talk about how he feels and what he wants, Bowser is starting to realize he's been absent at best and a phenomenally bad example, and wants to start being better. Too bad he has no idea how.

His star is also starting to fade, and he feels conflicted about that. He's had enough hits now that as long as he manages his portfolio well and does enough stupid celebrity appearances to keep himself in the public eye, he'll never have to work again. But he likes performing, he likes rock, he doesn't want to be the "cameo appearance by" guy. He's not even thirty yet, dammit!

So he's doing this show at a slightly-smaller venue he hadn't ever intended to return to (some little guy with a mustache tried to step to him last time), and trying to figure out how much he can cut down on touring and still be able to afford the nanny and all the stuff he likes, and some intern just told him "my grandma loves you!" and then one of the subwoofers explodes and the replacement won't work for some reason and the concert is in twenty goddamn minutes and Bowser is going to lose it.

But out of nowhere another little guy with a mustache (not the same one as before? that one got fired, right? this one's cuter anyway) turns up and fixes the replacement and gets everything back on track so efficiently that Bowser is on stage ready to go with ten minutes to spare.

Come to think of it, that same little guy had been the one organizing the roadies to unload all the equipment earlier. And Bowser's pretty sure he was running the sound check. Does he do everything around here?

In the middle of his concert as Bowser is about to start a rather raunchy song, he suddenly says, "This one goes out to the guy who fixed my subwoofer and saved the show. Come to my dressing room after and I'll thank you properly." There's laughter from the audience (plausibly-deniable bisexuality has been a part of rock music for as long as there's been rock music) and Bowser adds, "I'm not joking," and then starts the song.

After the concert, Luigi comes to his dressing room.

True to his word, Bowser is all set to get down to business, but it turns out there was some work that needed running by him and everyone figured Luigi had earned some goodwill so they made him go. He didn't even watch the concert, he was too busy working behind the scenes.

Of course this only comes out after Luigi was halfway seduced to go ahead and let an asshole rock star blow him, but Bowser is so embarrassed at the misunderstanding that he throws him out into the hallway, breathless and disheveled. A lot of people see him and a few people caught Bowser's dedication, so by the end of the night everyone assumes it happened anyway.

And that was just the Friday show. There's one more to get through tomorrow.

[peaches2217]

Hey there, my friend! For the drabble game, how about 89 - "You're holding back"? I think it fits Mario and Peach perfectly! 💖

89. “You’re holding back.”

"'Holding back'?" Mario feigns offense, pressing a hand to his heart with a huff. "Principessa, you know I always give my all in a competition."

"Yes, I know." Peach releases her hair from its elastic before setting her helmet onto the practice track's asphalt, restyling her ponytail as she straightens back out. "You even give it your all when you're trying to lose. It's honestly quite impressive."

"I would never! You won fair and square."

"Did I? Then why didn't you use that blue shell you picked up on the last lap?"

"I knew it wouldn't make a difference." Once her hands are free, Mario takes them in his own, his eyes glinting playfully. "Mario knows when he's been beat. If he plays dirty anyway, then he's a loser in two senses of the word."

Peach can't resist giggling as he plants a kiss to each of her knuckles; she can't feel his lips or his mustache through the thick leather of her gloves, but she finds her face heating all the same. "Best two out of three, perhaps?"

That glint is still there when Mario looks back up at her, shining ever brighter in the afternoon sun. "Careful, Princess. I might just sneak up from behind."

"I can live with that. As long as you swear you won't hold back this time."

Mario doesn't even try to deny his guilt this time. He simply squeezes her hands one last time before dropping them so he can stoop and retrieve her helmet from the ground. His smile as he tosses it to her is devilish, determined, and the flame of competition reignites within Peach right away.

He pulls his cap down as she catches her helmet. "Let's-a go."

[hplonesomeart]

Would you like to do a smg4 shipping chart?

Oh hey! Thanks for giving me something to help occupy my free time (and also motivating me to bingewatch a bit more of the SMG4 series prior to the Puzzlevison arc…because admittedly I was clueless who some of these characters where and had to educate myself on the lore again lol). It was very fun to analyze which personalities or canonical interactions indicate shipping compatibility! Very cool idea! :3

But needed disclaimer that I still haven’t fully committed to watching all of SMG4 episodes from start to current year yet. I’m pretty new to the fandom since Puzzlevison was my introduction to the story (although I was semi-aware of Melony beforehand because of Vannamelon’s YouTube channel but UH THAT’S A SEPARATE SIDE TANGENT SORRY). I’ve watched a couple parts from the Zero/Genesis arc, searched up episodes that feature specific characters on this chart so I got a better grasp of who they are + who they’ve talked to before, and yeah that’s mostly it lol. A few of the characters I’m still clueless about so uh…please tell me jksjsksp? Or I’ll probably figure it out eventually no worries 👍

I don’t consider myself strongly opinionated when it comes to ships. Think most of these I’m neutral on lol. But maybe it’ll change the more I get caught up with the series! I’m probably not the most qualified to do this but here it is!! The messy confusing chart based on my own perspective! Yipeee!! Its totally okay if you don’t agree with some of these btw I understand :)

Thank you again for sending this to me! I’m sorry that it took a while for me to respond. I hope you’re having a good day and enjoy the rest of this week :D

[lucyav13]

The Tribe of Darkness

(Image credits to whom it may concern)

Nolrem and others like him are the descendants of these strange, ancient people. A very, very long time ago, they splintered off from the Tribe of Ancients and lived by themselves. I heard that they were so prideful that they avoided interacting with those outside of their tribe. They lived in secrecy, so we have little idea where they might have lived. Some say that they lived quietly in a castle deep in a forest where no one came. 

1. The tribe definitively separated from the ancients 1500 years ago, before the events of spm. After helping them create Flopside, apparently some members of this tribe remained in this city. 2- Surely, the castle being talked about here is Castle Bleck, (As seen in the part I wrote previously).

The founder of this tribe, as my theory says in the “Timeline” part, could be the son of the creator of the Pixls. Seeing that he brought the Dark Prognosticus with him after the Pixl War, he fled with the prophetic book, creating this infamous tribe. Although, a Japanese translation of one of Carson's stories suggests that before they split up and even before the Pixel War, there was a group with great magical power within the Tribe of Ancients, that is to say, this tribe was establishing itself in a time before we had imagined.

They stole it in order to research new magic and curses based on its contents... While others believe that they stole the book in order to keep it from those who wished to misuse it.

Blumiere's father were one of the main members of the Tribe of Darkness, or so it is theorized. One fact is that, in the Super Mario-Kun manga, you can see his silhouette, this being a corpulent figure, with a big mustache and wearing what looks like a bowler hat.

Count Bleck is the last surviving member of the tribe itself, having destroyed the rest of the tribe after his father seemingly killed his loved one, a human descendent of the tribe of Ancients. In addition, it is hinted that Nastasia was originally a bat that was transformed into a member of the same species as Bleck, whom she had fallen for, which would make her a member of the Tribe of Darkness as well.

Their xenophobia is said to be based on pride at one point by Carson, although they were also concerned that their magic would become diluted if they married outside of the tribe. The japanese translation says: 

 "It seems that they were a tribe within the Tribe of Ancients that possessed exceptionally powerful magic. And it's said that they forbade marriage outside of the tribe out of fear of losing it. It seems that the Tribe of Darkness saw their magic as something to use for a "very important thing". Just what was that "very important thing"? Nowadays, we will never know."

My theory: This is where my theory comes in. After separating, the Tribe of Darkness continued to examine the Dark Prognosticus, finding the prophecy imminent. Blinded by power, they wanted to start it (Dimentio being a fundamental part of this). That's why he knows so much about the DP and the prophecy—things that not even Count Black knew about them. But they saw the great danger that it brought with it—that, instead of creating new worlds to rule, the prophecy was about the destruction of all worlds, all of them would reduce all existence itself until everything was erased as if it had never existed. That's why they prevented any member from opening the infamous book and forbade marriage outside the tribe. Up to the present: The events of Super Paper Mario. Didn't it seem suspicious that Count Bleck had always known about this macabre ending?

[magpiepills]

Game Over

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: SNL Mario x Princess Peach! Reader

Word count: 2.3

Summary: a friendly wager over the Star Cup leads to an unexpected victory.

Warnings: pegging, anal fingering, dirty talk, drinking, flirting, butt plugs, use and abuse of video game imagery, crack fic, probably cringe. No use of y/n, reader is princess peach, but her hair, skin and body type aren’t described.

A word from the author: This is a repost! Here is my bonus contribution to the Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign! I love this fic. This may be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I was giggling like an idiot the whole time I worked on it, and I’ve been dying to finally share it. Yes, it is crack, but I think it’s also kinda hot?

“You lost, Mario,” You said, running a gloved finger over the shiny button of his overalls “you know what that means. I’ll come find you later.” You winked at him over your shoulder and went to celebrate your win.

He had barely gotten out of his kart, angry at himself for losing, angry that he couldn’t react as quickly as he used to, couldn’t dodge banana peels fast enough to keep you from speeding by, a blur of pink in his peripheral.

You took your victory lap, waving gleefully from your kart, and accepted your trophy under a flurry of confetti. No mere cup could bring you as much pride as collecting your winnings from Mario, though.

Mario had accepted defeat graciously, you had won fair and square. You’re an honest woman, a good woman. Even though his cock ached at the sight of you sauntering toward him in the garage, he wanted to go back on his word, travel back in time to take back the bet, to wager something, anything else. Mario knew it was useless. He had already let his secret slip, let you know his secret desire, and now you were going to collect, going to give him everything he wanted and there was no going back. Game over.

•••••

Mario was handsome, much better looking up close where you could see the true depth of his brooding eyes, see the gray threading through his mustache, the way dirt and grease seeped into his denim and smell the engine grease, sweat, and mint that cling to him. You’d wanted him for ages, danced around each other, teasing, hinting, exchanging glances, never quite finding the right time to hook up. He was so quiet and earnest, you were exuberant and bold. Fire and water, to be certain. What do Fire and Water make if not steam, though and last night the pot was about to boil over when you’d met up with a few other drivers before the Special Cup race. Friendly wagers weren’t uncommon and everyone was in high spirits after a tough series of other races. Competition was fierce and only the best of the best were left.

Glasses were filled and drained and filled again, and you were feeling buzzy and alive when you spotted the sometimes plumber on the outside of the small crowd. His eyes were shiny and his cheeks and chest were flushed pink from so many toasts to his opponents. He raised his glass when your eyes met, drawing you to him. “Luigi just bet an entire week’s pay on the first race.” He teased. Luigi was swaying on his feet, smiling and holding Yoshi for balance. “What did you wager, Mario?” You asked, knowing as well as he did that Luigi wasn’t ever going to beat Mario. “Told him I’d give him the business if he won.” Your jaw dropped in faux surprise, and you smacked him lightly on the arm. His arm. Maybe you’d drank a bit too much too, but it was so solid you couldn’t help but let your hand linger, squeezing it gently to feel the solid muscle. You didn’t know how long you’d stood there, gazing at his bicep, studying its strength, imagining it hooked under your knee, or lifting you against a wall, until you heard him speak. “What about you, Princess? You want to make it interesting too?” He was smirking down at you, lust glinting in his eyes.

“Yeah. Let’s make it interesting Mario. What do you want to bet?” You smirked back, tilting your head playfully, your little crown slipping to the side just slightly before you right it.

Mario adjusted his stance, squaring his shoulders and letting you drink in the great size of him, his height, the broadness of his shoulders, the taper of his waist evident even under his overalls, the softness of his belly, grown from a fondness for meatballs and pasta. His strength was tenfold, strong enough, you thought to punch through bricks if he wanted. “If I win, I’m gonna take you out, and you’re gonna let me show you a real good time.”

His words gave you a chill that run up from the base of your spine and made your scalp tingle, leaving you a little breathless. “Yeah? And if I win, then what?” He grinned, placed a wide hand on your ruffled waist “I guess you’ll have to show me a good time.”

You could have left it at that, a flirtation without teeth, but you needed more. “What’s a good time to a guy like you, Mario?” You desperately wanted to know now.

“C’mere, I’ll show ya.” He tugged you down a dark hallway, into the shadows, where the music and the laughter and the voices were dampened by wood paneled walls. Your hand felt small in his and for a moment his thick fingers grazed over your gloved ones, admiring the delicate fabric, how smooth and soft it was, how clean and bright it was, never a smudge of oil, not a single red drip from your glass. They were pure and pretty, just like he liked to think of you, his Princess Peach.

There in the dark he locked you into a kiss, scratched by his mustache and soothed by his tongue, you could only let go and let him take you.Hiking your skirt higher, he nipped at your neck. He kissed wetly along your jaw, and breathed into your ear just as you felt the solid heft of his hard cock come to rest over your clothed cunt. Even under his overalls you could estimate his size. “Is that a pipe in your pocket?” You tease, rolling your hips against him.

Mario hummed. “I’m a plumber, Princess. Lay a lot of pipe. Good at it too.” He continued to kiss you, grunting in frustration at the voluminous skirt keeping him from getting his hands on your ass. “Fabric.” He mutters. “Impractical.” You lean back, smiling at his eagerness and the hunger in his eyes. You gathered the fabric of his very practical overalls at either side of his hips, pulling the material taut over his straining cock. He rocked his hips forward, begging for release. You wondered what he was wearing under there. It would be so easy to find out, just unclip his straps and they'd probably fall to his ankles. Your mouth watered, but senses prevailed and you remembered your wager. “And when I win, Mario? Are you going to let me bring out my pipe?”

You didn’t really expect it would happen. Sure, Bowser loved bouncing on your cock, let you take him all over the castle, begged for it. “Fuck me, Princess, please!” He bellowed. Mario though? For lack of a better term, you never pegged him as one to let a woman dick him down. You fully expected to suck his cock or let him fuck you hard and fast, maybe take your panties as a bonus prize. Here he is though, lips parted, eyebrows furrowed. “That what you want, Peach? You think you can give it to me right?” His voice grew deeper and you knew the surprise was written over your face. “Know I can. I think once you get it you’ll throw every race just to get it again, too.”

That had your opponent groaning and bucking against you, hard and leaking.

You licked your lips, quickly flicked your gaze from his eyes to his lips and back again, and leaned close to let your lips brush the shell of his ear. “Save it for the race, Mario. Better get a good night’s rest.” And with that you slipped back out into the raucous crowd, little crown bobbing along with each step across the room and out he door, gone before he could respond.

•••••

In the dark, warm garage, you found Mario wiping down his kart with a rag, his movements slow and practiced, methodical, buffing until the red paint gleamed, reflecting the moment he saw you standing behind him. He tossed the rag into a bin and smiled, lopsided and a little shy. He shifted his weight and wiped his hands on his pants. “Here to make good on the wager or you want to go double or nothing?”

“I want my prize now, Mario. Unless you’re going to renege.” Your voice was soft and sweet, and as you spoke you closed in, helping yourself to a generous feel of his chest, his biceps, and down his strong forearms before you pulled them around your waist and stood on the tiptoes to reach up for a kiss from his hot and willing lips.

His kiss was searing and deep, you’d like to stay locked with him like this forever, but there was business to attend to first. Deftly, you unsnapped the hooks holding up his dusty overalls, letting them sag low on his hips.

Mario’s head spun. He had given the race his all, determined to bury himself in you to the hilt and fuck you mercilessly until you screamed his name and soaked his cock. He was certain of his victory, but something in the back of his mind gave him pause. A little what if…

And so when you spun the defeated man around, guiding him to lean against the hood of the kart and reaching between his endearingly small ass, you found he was ready for you. Throughout the race, Mario had worn his favorite butt plug, the one that fit with just the right stretch and was adorned with a happy little golden star atop the flared base.

Your heart pounded. He had prepared for you. He knew you were his most formidable opponent and he knew he could very well lose. Your heart sang in your chest. Holding back a delighted giggle, you tugged gently at the plug, making him moan and sigh. You steadied him with a hand on his hips and carefully worked the plug free, tossing it into the bin with the rag, more clean up for later.

From your purse, you fetched a small bottle, laying it on the hood right where Mario could see it, then stepped out of your full, ruffled skirt, revealing that you, too, were prepared. You’d driven to glory with the red and white polka dotted cock resting heavy on your thighs, hidden by your skirt, but urging you to your win, reminding you what awaited. You took the bottle and drizzled the cool green lubricant into your hand. Mario watched, eyes fixed on your strap on. Only closing them when he felt you press one, then two fingers into his tight ass. Gently you stroked him, letting him adjust to you, letting him push back onto your hand with a soft whine.

With every move, his overalls clinked against the side of the vehicle, soon drowned out by his wanton moans and curses. “Fuck, Peach. Fuck, ohh..”

“How’s that feel, baby? That good? Do you need more?”

Mario nodded, swallowing thickly, breathing heavily.

“More. Please.”

You shoved his red shirt up his back and kissed along his spine, easing in a third finger. As he relaxed into your movements you found a rhythm, fucking him with your fingers, praising him, kissing him anywhere you could reach, and taking his big, callused hand when he reached for yours.

When you felt him begin to clench, you pulled away. “No, Mario. You’re not coming yet. Don’t you dare.” You didn't win this race to just finger his asshole. You coated the mushroom head of your silicone cock and nudged it against his warp zone. “You gotta come on my cock. You want that, baby? Want me to fuck you now? Really properly fuck you?”

Again he nodded, and you smacked his ass. “Need to hear you say it, Mario. Do you want my cock?”

“Yes. Yes. Want you to fuck me, Princess. Please. Fuck!”

Desperation looked good on him, but so did euphoria, so you guided your thick, dotted cock into him and watched in awe as the ring of muscle stretched to take you, pulling you in, it seemed. Aided by the generous drizzle of thick, green lube, you rocked into him until your hips were flush with his ass. You stayed there, letting him adjust, head dropped forward, letting the pleasure wash over him.

He felt so full. His cock dripped precome down the gleaming side panel, and he began to move his hips, winding them a little back and then a little forward, slow and steady, “Move for me, Peach. Fuck me. I can take it.”

You increased your pace, fucking his ass a little harder, a little faster, a little deeper, but keeping control. “Doing so good for me, Mario.” You praised. “Look so sexy taking this cock. My pussy is so wet. Do you know what you do to me? Letting me fuck you like this? Taking my pipe?” Your words and praise swirled in his mind and suddenly your hand was around his cock, stroking him, twisting with each pass up his shaft as you buried your cock deep and gave only shipper, pulsing thrusts. “Need you to come for me. Come and I’ll let you eat my pussy.”

His orgasm was instantaneous, thick ropes of spend dripped down the side of his kart, desecrating the shiny finish, but he didn’t care. He slumped forward as you slipped out of him, sated and happy, aching in the best way.

You came back, kissing him again, passing him a clean cloth to clean himself up, thanking him for an invigorating race and an unforgettable night.

Hopping up onto the hood, you laid back, wearing your gloves and crown and nothing else, “You finished first this round, Mario. Now it’s my turn.”

He spread your knees with strong hands, “Let’s a-go!”

[kuromipuzzles2000]

Something Weird Happens in this place. . .

(Crystal's arrival. . .after Mario loses his mustache events, Puzzle kinsona's lore inspired after read Tari kinsona lore story by fan-art-dom)

(edit, read it while listening. . .rugrats theory RECOMENDED)

AUGUST 31, 2024, NIGHT TIME. . .

Breaking news!: Alert, Various of our famous Sanrio characters had been missing and their families are worried by them. . .they disappeared after the Anual Sanrio con on Japan, our champion, Cinnamorrol, our second place champion Pochacco and our last year second place champion, Pompompurin had disappeared mysteriously after the events of the anual Sanrio anual ranking and con. . .Kuromi our 3rd place champion being the only one who returned home safely, she remarks she hasn't seen her friends. . .but she hopes they come back and none more of her friends disappears!

SEPTEMBER 21 (where there was supposed the events of Mr. Puzzles' lowest point happens but no happened. . .)

Mushroom Kingdom news!: "hello fellas! shroomy here, i am here to report these news, apparently, a most wanted criminal of here had magically disappeared! Mr. Puzzles i think. . .he's given by disappeared but yet. . .i had seen him around, of course a bit different, hasn't seen his face yet but i think he just wanted a change of style and no people recognizes him! i am just paid to report what my superios write so yeah, he had been "disappeared" too! lot of dissapearing lately. . .hahah! by other way, our reports say more Sanrio characters disappeared today!, Hello Kitty being the principal disappeared, Hello Mimi, her sister is worried and hopes her sister is safe and sound! My Melody disappeared too AND one of the Little Twin Stars, Kiki, yet their social media accounts expect for the little twin stars one are active always, promoting Kuromi, we questioned Kuromi by all this, say Kuromi! you really aren't causing problems?"

"Of course not! i would never hack my friends or anyone else for promote myself, not because my song "greedy greedy" has literally greedy word on it means i am greedy and want all fame to myself!! i just hope everything fixes as soon as possible!"

end of transmision. . .

OCTOBER 19, 2024

". . .why you called me SMG4!?"

"i asked you to come in to ask if you had notice Melony's behavior lately. . ."

"ah, yeah the sad thing, hasn't she passed through and forget Axol!?"

"NO IDIOT!" SMG4 hits SMG3 on the back of his head "she had been like that since that "Cinnamorroll" disappearance. . .you seem like you no care about your friends that damn much!! and you hired her to be by your side first!"

"ouch. . .yeah i got it, isn't cinnamorroll like...her favorite or something like that?"

"all i see is her on the couch wanting see news about the safety of her idol and the others. . .it's devasting see her like that, sad, with no hope"

"aha, yeah and you know what is the issue? NO! so why try, maybe he retired"

"there's a thing more i had notice lately. . .Mr. Puzzles-"

"i thought you wanted him dead!? he finally disappeared!! HELLO!? EARTH CALLING SMG4?? AFTER EVERYTHING HE HAD DONE TO US!?"

". . .what if he was kidnapped too? weird things happened here as Mr. Puzzles "disappeared" hasn't you notice Kuromi had been more. . .popular lately? around all the world? even that camping "Kuromify the world" started as "he" disappeared and the characters started post about kuromi and the kuromify the world camping too when he exactly disappeared"

"and?"

"3. . .i don't think this isn't even Mr. Puzzles, we are dealing with something. . .alike him but not him! when i walked by the streets i saw that weird Mr. Puzzles, yet he looked waaaay too different, shorter, with the Kuromi like palette color. . .with Kuromi Stuff, the weird? is that no one questions them!"

"what if he just decided change genders, colors and finally get a life?"

"i have a feeling we need to resolve it, for the stability of the world, 3 i need you and the rest of the crew to investigate that weird puzzles, i am SURE she has the answers to everything, the kidnappings, the Kuromi popularity raise. . .and the real Mr. Puzzles disappearance!"

"i think i saw her too. . .she sometimes carries a plushie that is like Mr. Puzzles and call it her husband. . .4, are you sure that "new puzzles" is the problem of all this? or just a weirdo!?"

"trust me 3. . .i never was so sure before. . .she too has magic that no one has ever detected here. . .i can feel it as a meme guardian, it not belongs here. . ."

. . .

yet by today, they can't find out who KuromiPuzzles2000 is. . .since she kept erasing their memories. . .one and another. . .and another time. . .she has the control, she has this universe as "her perfect world"

[peachiecure]

Character introduction: Dimentio

~Basic info~

Name: Dimentio

Age: ?

Birthday: ?

Hair color: Dark purple

Eye color: ?

Dimentio is a jester who claims to be the master of dimensions. For some reason, even after his alleged death, he appears in Project: SFA.

His personality appears to be exactly the same of how he was back before his death, a skillful trickster and sadistic among others still with his very colorful way of speech, except now with a deep hatred towards Mario and co. He swears that he’ll get revenge, even if the Heroes of this world aren’t the same as the ones who ruined everything.

Appearance wise… he appeared to have derived from his previous look. He’s now appears to be tall and lanky with an unnatural light purple skin tone and pointy ears, along with dark purple hair. He has another mask besides the full faced one that seems to cover part of his face now, the bottom part of his face exposed. His body is disproportionate, with some newly added details on his outfit but still maintaining his iconic jester look. (Full masked version of main reference pictured below)

For some reason, fate seemed to have… other plans for him. Princess Sweetheart found him injured one night, the last thing he remembered was laughing as the heroes caused his game to be over… The young princess appeared to somehow healed him, taking the jester in. Now he’s among the castle walls in secret, waiting for his opportunity to strike… all while playing along with the little girl.

~Power and abilities~

Dimentio after regaining his magic abilities (he loses them for a bit) appears to maintain everything he could originally do, (duplication, teleportation, invisibility etc.) but seemingly enhanced. The jester has no clue how, but why question such a gift? He also appears to have gained a few new cards to play, one being the ability to brainwash without using a Floro Sprout and instead with masks he can summon with magic that look just like his own. He can also still go into Dimension D, a dimension personally designed by him, but it appears that his ability to cross between worlds… has a new surprise.

~Relationships~

Sweetheart: “What a peculiar predicament I find myself in. First my game isn’t actually over but then the DAUGHTER of Mario and the princess helping me?!! What luck I have struck!— Oh! I’m supposed to be talking about her, no? Hm… well, she’s simply too naive for her own good. Going as far to keeping my wishes of staying hidden in the castle… Why, Ma’Cherie really thinks that she’s doing something good by helping me! She even appears to view me as… her uncle now. Ah ha ha… I cannot make her stop calling me that. Have I known previously that she didn’t understand the other meaning of uncle, I would have never muttered the word… I will bear it, for now… no matter how much it pains me… the child seems to possess a power that I cannot ignore… according to her, they’re from that brooch she always wears… I guess a magician like myself could use a new assistant! She’ll be a perfect bunny hidden away in their master’s hat, ready for showtime! I’ll make sure she stays in my grasp… I have my ways to… keep the rabbit trapped in my cage.”

Mario: “The mustached hero… seeing him waltz around as happy as ever makes me sicker than a scallywag on the rough seas… what better way of getting revenge… then to slowly make his daughter drift away from him? Ah ha ha ha ha ha!! Such an opportunity I cannot resist, you must understand~ Before destroying everything for perfect new worlds, I should have some fun to… humor myself ♪ Oh, I cannot WAIT to see the light in his eyes finally vanish!…”

Peach: “The fair lady… I’m shocked to see that she even tied the knot with the hero… the princess appears to have a lot on her mind lately… Ma’Cherie mentioned something about preparations for coronation. It appears the dear princess will soon be queen! How DIVERTING!! Her plate must be filled to the brim like patrons at an all-you-can-eat buffet! Why… it almost makes me feel bad that her daughter will be in my clutches… almost. Ah ha ha ha ha… in the end, payback is best served ice cold.”

Luigi: “The man in green… how I do weirdly miss him. Being in the castle for a while has certainly let me observe him when he visits in a more… confidential matter. Perhaps… yes… perhaps I can bring back THAT side of him… that does bring a smile to my face~ aha… ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha~….”

Bowser: “… I haven’t seen much of flailing arms since I’ve been here. Ma’Cherie mentioned some morsels of information about being ‘busy with the kids’… besides that, he seems pretty much the same. Perhaps I should sneak out of the castle and look into the creature more… I mustn’t act too hastily, the risk of getting caught before the true show’s premiere is too great… the world is filled with prying eyes, like eager reporters at the scene of the crime!”

Flame & Aqua: “Ma’Cherie talks about her prince friends often, and why, I have never heard of such kingdoms or princes before. How extensive this world seems to be! Sadly, both of them are nincompoops in their own ways… from the orange one squawking like a baby bird desperate for food… to the blue one talking nineteen to the dozen about himself!! Even so, a jester such as myself must keep them on my radar…”

Larissa: “This… ‘Larissa’ character that Ma’Cherie sometimes plays with… she’s not from this world, I can JUST sense it. She’s VERY enthralling, that girl, to be able to wield a power that allows transformation with a press of a button… As a master of masks… this ‘Larissa’ girl and this ‘Jump’ hero… aha ha ha ha ha… oh, what a… repugnant proposal I have for them…”

~Voice Claims~

Dimentio’s voice claims are Sampo Koski from Honkai: Star Rail for JP. For EN it’s this one song cover because I physically think it’s PERFECT for Dimentio it’s too good. Banger.

That’s it for Dimentio’s dedicated intro. (Finally I’m caught up with my other socials ahaha��)

[change-name-later]

Mario Loses His Mustache Alternate Ending.