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[koopzilla]

Now it's your turn to hand over all of your stars!! ♥

"How's about one more round of 'chance time'. For old time's sake."

[peculiarbeauty]

starter for : @pichipie

" is this really all of your kingdom ? .. magnifique ! the mushrooms reach so high .. " she giggles softly. " i am sure if i look hard enough , i can see my own home with this view. " hypothetically speaking , of course.

[atdusk]

                          she’s  waiting  ;  watching  with  a  keen  eye  from  within  the  vibrant  princess’  shadow.  biding  her  time  as  she’s  forced  to  listen  to  the  back  &  forth  between  the  plumbers  &  toads.  it’s  only  once  they’ve  clamored  off  to  who  knows  where  she  emerges.  removing  herself  from  beneath  a  pair  of  pristine  pink  pumps  in  favor  of  occupying  the  space  the  little  human  had  only  just  vacated.  

                           a  grin  cracks  across  her  countenance;  a  cackle  sounding  just  after  as  she,  like  a  cat,  curls  in  on  herself.  knee  over  knee,  with  one  elbow  wedged  right  into  the  meat  of  her  thigh,  letting  her  lean  forward  ;  against  it,  comfortably.  “your  toads  act  as  if  these  darklands  herald  all  sorts  of  calamites.”  midna's  gaze  shifts  to  examine  the  woods  in  question,  her  head  canting  ever  to  the  left  in  thought.  a  moment  passes  &  midna’s  attention  slots  wholly  back  onto  the  woman.  “ahaa,  i  can  only  begin  to  wonder  why  that  is.” 

@pichipie​ ,  called !! 

[timid-plumber-archive]

@pichipie​

“Oh! Princess! Hello!” Luigi reached up and removed his hat and did a little bow to greet her. “Nice day out, yeah?”

“You need a-something fixed at the castle? Or are you looking for my bro?”

[ghostbustingreen]

13. Are there any other characters from the franchise you’d like to play?

canon questionnaire.

Well, Luigi isn't actually the only Mario character I write! I also write Yoshi on my multi and Mario briefly. Mario is now here as a sidemuse since there's like, no active Mario blogs around at the moment.

I considered Bowser too at one point, but I'm not sure if I could pull him off.

[simiansmoke]

- like Tony killed Manolo

The prince would not be returning. That's what they had told the leader of their alliance, anyway. And technically, they weren't wrong. Though - funny thing about Kongs was, they were notorious for leaving out details. To their credit, it was more so to spare further pain than it was because of a lack of awareness. Just the opposite, in fact - they were painfully over aware beings, able to sense in the air just by the way the air in their fur felt. Sometimes knowing too much was just a detriment...and they preferred to avoid it when possible.

Certainly they didn't want to let their leader know what had befallen his son. It seemed - ... to knowingly taint the prince's last moments, unapologetically selfless as they were. The returning members of the army would have those details to live with and with a wish of burying them deep, they would also become the selfless guardians of the pain that was desperate to stain every heart it encountered.

It beckoned the princess to the Darklands where such dark truths were in wait, eager to escape once it found resistance in the saddened few that left a member short. No, the prince would not be returning...couldn't, actually. But what those details they did not disclose would have provided her had she known them...perhaps it would be less of a shock to her when she arrived at the borderline with its wall of wooden stakes barred at all sought entrances.

Though the prince would not be returning, it didn't mean he was dead...yet.

Blurry vision blinked in and out of consciousness. His body was not his own - just some limp container that lost its mobility several days earlier, yet still functioned - albeit, poorly. For a moment in one such spell of budding awareness, he admired the blush of red at his feet. A rose head? It seemed out of place among the smoldering rocks and the greenless dirt, but that made it all the more a pretty sight. Once his gaze shifted into a slightly better functioning gear, he noticed the flower was just a puddle that his stomach dripping intermittently fed crimson drops.

A hoarse sigh escaped him, followed by a grimace. The stake that pinned him in place had dried at the end already, but closer to its base sat stained stomach fur and lower back punctured through. Any slight movement had sent waves of agony through his nerve endings when the injury had first occurred, but now-...several days in had numbed the Kong prince into a state of transition. He knew he was done for the moment it happened - but his pride wouldn't let him off the hook just yet.

At least he had spared the princess an unwelcome sight after ordering his fighting mates to leave him where he fell. There was no point...except to upset. And to be frank, he couldn't bring himself to pull himself off the fence. Though maybe he would already be dead if he had.

Eyes shutting as he said his sorries to Peach for the morning in his head, his resolve faltering at not being able to complete what he'd set out to do, DK didn't notice the monster of the Darklands nearby, surveying the scene of dropped weapons and in a way - dropped royalty. And when his fur twitched slightly to alert him of the gaze, he kept his eyes shut, expression stern.

"Not dead yet, nerd?" Bowser's chuckle was off somewhere to his right, and he hoped it stayed over there until he could not hear it anymore.

"Nngh-...disappointed?" He answered wetly. What was the point in reserving his strength anyway? All it did was give this guy a thrill.

"Impatient is more like it. Hurry up and kick it, already. I've decided you'll make a nice rug for my home. And Peach and I will DO IT every night on top of it!"

Mental images he did not want. But hey, could he really be surprised at this point? "Psh...she's never getting with you, dude. Give it up." He had.

[thuganomxcs]

Hands tucked into his jacket pockets as he strolls through this unknown land. “Huh..maybe I died when I jumped through that portal and this is hell.” Spoke yusuke silently as he stepped closer towards this large castle that he saw in the distance. “Here’s a castle..what’s next a friggin’ dragon’s gonna come popping out of it?”

liked for a starter /  @pichipie​

[lightcreators]

@pichipie​

Sobriety  of  his  expression  in  a  cautious  and  serious  gaze  lost  through  observation  of  this  door  signaled  his  desire  to  go  and  see  this  outside  …  in  one  point  or  another,  they  would  have  to  leave  the  room  they  were  currently  in,  right  ?  He  cannot  perceiving  themselves  remaining  trapped  inside  that  one  room  for  rest  of  time.  Nevertheless,  by  the  tone  of  her  voice,  he  noticed  how  that  silent  proposition  seemed  …  dangerous  ?  Which  generated  an  inner  hesitation,  where  he  might  later  respond  or  not  depending  how  he  was  sensed  it.  Ocean  eyes,  even  inside  quiet  thoughtfulness,  wished  to  be  reassuring.    ❝  We  can’t  stay  in  this  room  forever,  can  we.      ❞  Expression  of  an  closed  room  wasn’t  explicity  speak  of,  however,  there  was  an  understanding  about  an  lack  of  safety  to  thinking  safe  inside  protection  of  an  closed  door  ...  eventually,  opposite  might  happens  …    ❝  I  shouldn’t  ?      ❞

[lightdash]

@pichipie asked: I didn't know it was your birthday! I hope you get your fill of chili dogs.

     "Hey, thanks princess!" Sonic gives her a thumbs up. "Totally! I plan on gettin' as much me time as I can today; all sun and all relaxation." Which really isn't any different from what he's already been doing this summer, but... eh.

[fatedcadenza]

@pichipie ♡e'd.

This was…a very interesting turn of events. Never before had he received an invitation for a chat right to the Mushroom Kingdom from Princess Peach herself. More specifically, to her castle. It would surely raise a few eyebrows, but he doubted she had anything nefarious planned. She wasn't like his king after all. Regardless, he did bring some protective measures along, but time will tell if they'll be needed...

The discreet way in which the letter was delivered to him clued the koopa into this meaning to be a hush-hush matter, so he did not inform Bowser or his siblings of it. They would surely want to come along and ruin whatever civil discussion the princess had planned. As far as he was concerned, he was the only one in the bunch who was capable of being civil.

❝ Greetings, Princess. I have to say, I could have never predicted you requesting my presence. Regardless, I couldn't have refused. ❞ Ludwig spoke after being escorted into the room by Toad guards, dipping his head courteously.

[koopzilla]

Get it? Cause I’m gonna kick your butt! Teehee! ♡

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“She sent me a Valentines... she loves me! And she wants to touch my butt.” 

[rosavulpes]

Digging into the soft soil with his trowel , he did his best to not disturb the other plants situated around the weeds he was trying to uproot from his garden . Wanting to make sure that the entirety of the plant’s roots were pulled out rather than just snip away the top in order to mitigate the chance of it growing back in the future . 

Gloved hands dug into the opening he’d made , successfully , and slowly pulling away at the weed until it was finally exposed to fresh sunlight . 

With a satisfied sigh , he’d set down the weed atop the others he’d hunted down . Nearly filling up an entire basket’s worth . 

Yes it was more work for him to dig them out like this by hand rather than cutting away at them , or perhaps even looking into pesticides to do the work for him but it felt better to do these things by hand . It gave him the chance to inspect the quality of his soil too in case he needed to swap away the top soil before putting news seeds in . 

Wiping away light beads of sweat off of his forehead , he’d briefly use his sunhat to fan himself . The sun was bright , and the temperature was high but his fire flowers tended to thrive in this kind of weather . 

Standing up , dusting off his gardening apron with his hands after removing his gloves . He’d soon pick up the handle of his basket to head back inside his shop . There was still much work to be done . 

He had patients that would be coming by later on once his break was over to pick up their usual medications , he either needed to burn , or begin the process of turning these weeds into compost ... but he was more so inclined just to burn them to ensure that their seeds don’t spread elsewhere . 

While being a doctor served as enough of a means to bring gold coins for his family , it didn’t hurt to keep extra around in case of an emergency . Especially when it seemed that people were genuinely enjoying the power ups he offered rather than the ones found naturally growing in the wilds . 

With time , and enough practice from using some in his medicines he’d learned just what it took to make a fire flower really burn when used , what makes mushrooms grow their users so big , and more . 

Of course , he couldn’t grow everything . Ice flowers really only tended to like colder climates and certainly wouldn’t be happy if planted next to it’s warmer counterpart but it just meant that his more potent ice flowers would be all the more valuable come winter time .  

Switching clothes after having taken a quick wash to clean himself of the smell of pollen and freshly cut grass ... his ears would perk up as the sound of his shopkeeper’s bell soon rang . 

“ I’ll be right with you , please give me a moment ! “ 

Setting , pushing , and forcing in bundles of his collected weeds into the hearth situated in the backroom to be used later on as much as he wanted to turn it into compost ... it was easier to use it as makeshift kindling . 

Picking up a few boxes of power up product to display on his shelves to take back with him to the front of the store , he smiled as he leaned his head past his boxes to greet his new customers . 

“ Good afternoon ! I’m very sorry to have kept you waiting , thank you for your patience. How may I help you today ? “ 

@pichipie​

[alittledetermined]

@pichipie - liked for a starter

How had it come to this? Literally stranded on a small paddle boat! The Princess and The Plumber had been on DK Island; helping the apes that lived there. Bowser and his koopa's were attempting to siege the island. Chaos ensued. And in Bowser's strange attempt to kidnap the princess (after he'd finished devastating this island); Mario had abandoned his post to come and save her.

and save her he did.

But at the cost of some of the innocent's homes and...a rescue mission on a ship, which landed her and he miles from dry land. In a dinky little boat.

Sweat pours down his face as he rows the boat against the vast waves. But worse than all the physical labor and being stranded out at sea...was that look Peach had shot his way.

'Please don't look at me like that. I know I messed up-' A deep breath to combat the strain from all the rowing. 'But... I didn't know what else I could've done.' He could have stayed at his post and helped all those other people (but then what about Peach). Or maybe have been more patient before breaking Peach out of the brig. Perhaps waited for Bowser's ship to dock.

[luxdea]

     ZELDA HAD BEEN raised to follow unspoken royal guidelines practically from birth. she knew how to carry herself. she knew how to speak, how to listen, how to speak, how to stand–––– it had all been instilled in her in her upbringing. though she could be much more relaxed around friends or when left to her own devices, she prided herself in keeping to protocol when it was necessary, particularly when meeting other royalty.

     IT WASN’T A perfect thing. there were a few instances that would break her mask completely. she was prone to rambling if someone could manage to ask the right questions about her research. she could come off as too opinionated in conversations that didn’t require such a strong statement. & , of course, the walls of protocol would come crumbling down whenever there was fruitcake involved.

      ❝ this is wonderful! ❞

     THE CAKE WAS sweet & spongey & the fruit was fresh & full of flavor. it was a struggle to savor each flavor because she so quickly wanted another bite, but she at least had enough control to eat slowly, no matter how impatient she was to clear her plate.

     ❝ whoever made this is extremely skilled. this is one of the best cakes i’ve ever had. truly! ❞

                                                                                          ( starter call! | @pichipie ​ )

[ghostbustingreen]

graveyard based sentence starters.

@pichipie said: “ you got caught wandering around a graveyard at night ?”

❝I-I can explain! I'm-a didn't choose to hang out-a there... I was doin' some work for-a Professor E. Gadd again. He's been-a studying why some folks come back as-a gh-ghosties and some never do. I ran into one, but, uhh... he wasn't meanie like-a the Boos.❞

[simiansmoke]

stop - peach holds dk back from walking back out into the fray

The battle was getting dicey, but since dicey started with a D and that also happened to be in his name, DK wasn't about to shy away for another round with Bowser's army. Lifting some of his weight off a bloodied knuckle that he wasn't too sure contained his along with his enemy's life force, the Kong set his sights on another Koopa to bash when a slender hand crossed his path.

Not that it could actually keep him back physically, but the sight gave him pause just enough to stumble with his odd sense of balance. "You gotta be kidding?" Sweeping his limp hand towards the battle as if to make her eyes see just what they were still dealing with, DK shakes slightly with the effort it takes to maintain his weight one limb less.

"If I don't come back with at least five broken bones, my Dad's gonna kill me!"