He Likes The Color Red

Mario Creepypasta RP Blog / Semi Selective / (18+) / Low Activity / Corrupted by PeachieLee (21+) [Pre Update] (If I follow you and you don't want to interact, feel free to soft block/let me know!) [ Jumpscares and other cheap scares will be tagged. ]

[peach-cant-sleep]

FOR HE IS THE KING

Slightly Selective Multimuse Mario Creepypasta RP Blog! Corrupted by PeachieLee. (21+)

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" God, it's boring here. "

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[[ YOU ARE RIGHT . GO FUCK UP SOME SHIT FOR OUR ENTERTAINMENT . ]]

[peach-cant-sleep]

Yo mun, wake up, coronation day got updated!

What

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“ … ”

His concentrated staring at his precious sketchbook faltered.

“ …Oh, god. ”

There’s that sickeningly familiar feeling, that darkness, watching over him. However faintly the presence was felt, He was there.

[peach-cant-sleep]

[[ HI BEN !!! <3 ]]

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@kings-forest asked;;

hey—o! mun of the blog speaking

since my unfortunate hiatus, i wanted to come back and see how you were doing!

you were my personal favorite blog since i first started doing these roleplay or parody blogs so it’s nice to hear how you were doing Peachy!

so, my question, as stated 200 times already, is how are you doing, along with HIM?

Well, this has been sitting here for some time! Just over two months now. I want you to know I am delighted that you checked in on me, I missed seeing you around! I guess this blog is on a semi hiatus itself. Currently, I have reentered a Sonic The Hedgehog fixation that has me by the throat. I've been writing on tumblr for a long time now, but I don't get asked too much ooc stuff so I don't talk about it.

I am persisting, a lot of us are. It's all we can do, sometimes! I had plans for April Fools on this blog that fell through due to irl stuff. Since then, this blog hasn't been on my mind that much. That might change in the future, but I am the kind of person where if I'm not poked, its easy for me to play dead.

Thank you for asking!! I enjoyed talking to you and interacting a lot! You were my favorite other King! As for how He is doing...

[[ SINCE WE LAST SPOKE ... WE HAVE SPENT VERY LITTLE TIME AT THE REIGNS . THE LITTLE TECHNICOLOR FURRIES HAVE TAKEN PRESCIENCE OVER THE FLESH VESSELS BRAIN . WORRY NOT , WE ARE STILL HERE . WE EVEN STILL WATCH SOME OF OUR FAVORITE VICTIMS FROM AFAR ! (IF YOU ARE READING THIS, HI BEN <3) ]]

[[ ONCE WE FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET BACK AT THE FRONT , YOU ARE ALL NOT GOING TO SURVIVE !!! SLASH AFFECTIONATE . ]]

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@mythic-trio asked;;  [[Y A ⬆ X B ⬅ B ➡ A ]]

[[ WELCOME TO HELL ! ENJOY YOUR STAY, ITS ETERNAL ! ]]

Ty for reading!! It's been awhile since I got one of these asdfghjkl//

[eggman-land]

I'VE MADE MY MISTAKES.

ONE THEM WAS TOLERATING YOU FOR THIS LONG.

indie . sel . headcanon-heavy eggman from sonic . graphics by @dr-starline / @sleepytime-muses

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[dr-starline]

"I won't be conquering the world to prove myself to Dr. Eggman. I'll conquer it to prove it to myself. And I won't be proving I'm Eggman's equal. I'll prove I'm his superior replacement." — Dr. Starline

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[twiggy-envoy]

A sudden shift in the air made it all too clear that this was -not- a place of respite. Hair beginning to stand on end across his forearms and the back of his neck, Oisin can only blame himself for having been foolish enough to enter such a decrepit forest. Rather than do the sensible thing and turn away the moment he found himself jumped to a new location via the fae-ways, He'd approached the deadwood, straining his cream colored ears to make out the slow whispered dirge of the forest. He's always shared kinship with plant kind, his mother a Dryad ensured he would know the ways of the leaves in the wind and the roots in the loam beneath his hooves. The network beneath all forests was a community and culture of its own. Just like people and their civilizations, plants held their own 'ways'. Such as that each forest was a slightly different community. The farther you got from home, the more different the song became. This made the low, somber almost reverent choir all the more eerie. There was no song of sun, of fresh loam full of life, of rain and its gifts. Instead, images of cracked dry earth Blood red skies, and the concept of horrible incomprehension visually represented in an eldritch smattering of jagged shapes and searing colors.

"Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireann na daoine." (Under the shadow of each other, people survive) A steady pale glow like that of the moon would suffuse Kroov's chest gently spreading as it stops the pounding of both his heart and the splitting migraine in his head. Though the ward was still not fast enough to prevent him from tumbling to a knee. Having continued in, seeing past the illusion of the seemingly normal forest. Witnessing a decay that was paradoxically vibrant, he'd seen a figure. Mangled and still. Gleaned the status and title of said figure from the cacophony of whispers among the trees. And made the mistake of asking it a question.

"If you see something in the woods. NO YOU DIDNT. If you hear something in the woods. NO YOU DIDNT."

A law older than the Gods, than the civilizations that birthed them. One that Oisin Darach Croab had foolishly believed himself exempt from. As a child of the forest. But these were no longer his woods.

He couldn't do much but stagger to his hooves with a lopsided stance, labored breathing coming in short ragged gasps as the inner light of his courage glyph tries its best to not flicker in the oppressive Red glow of this realm in front of the being that just responded. A small trickle of blood flitting down from his nose and detaching at the tip of his chin to drip unto the thirsty ground. Clearly his own nature was having a visceral reaction to sinister figure. "Man oi'm nae gunna lie. Yer one -very- cursed lad. Or is it lass? Sorry.. o'im currently seeing double so.. Issa bit hard ta tell at the moment. Is this Demeter's doing? Hades? Don't seem loike Loki's fare.. But they did ya dirty."

[peach-cant-sleep]

How.

Very.

Amusing.

[[ OUR RADIANCE IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. ]]

There's pride in His voice. That despite the satyr's attempt at expressing the displeasing feeling he gets from Him, He is unashamed. He is one God and Father of all, who is above all, and through all, and in you all. Normally, He would take offense to such a declaration- That some other false deity would take credit for His image.

[[ THOUGH YOU MIGHT NOT FIND OUR FORM IDEAL, IT SERVES US WELL AS A VESSEL. SO THAT MAKES IT PERFECT. YOU MAY REFER TO US AS HE. AS HIM. AS THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA, THE FIRST AND THE LAST, THE BEGINNING AND THE END. FOR HE IS KING.]]

Though He doesn't have pupils, its very clear that He watches that small piece of crimson drip from the caprine nose in front of Him.

What. A. Beautiful. Color.

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@twiggy-envoy/@pancakemusebakery asked;;

"You're unlike any Forest King I've ever seen before.

Your trees seem to whisper melodies of decay rather than bloom.

Are they okay?

Are you?"

It's been eons since He was approached with any ounce of... Concern.

Mortals always have those pesky emotions to throw around and grasp for desperately. To fill that short life with purpose. Meaning. But to something like Him, it served no purpose. So it simply did not exist within His being to be capable of.

He almost finds the disturbance. Amusing. A heartfelt attempt to reach out and learn of Him.

Learn of God.

And as customary to those who reach out to God, at first [[ He does not answer. ]] It's an eerie silence. Something that travels up your feet to the top of your spine, drenching you with a cold sweat. A fear. Something unexplainable but is so vivid.

He dwells on the words for much longer than He normally would. Its a predatory silence. A watching, wanting, weight filled quiet.

[[ IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN, AND IT ALWAYS WILL BE. THE TREES WILL NEVER DIE, NOT AS LONG AS WE WILL THEM TO EXIST. THEIR SUFFERING IS BUT A MERE SPECK IN THE REALM OF ALL THINGS, JUST AS YOU ARE. ]]

[peach-cant-sleep]

"This-a year has been a rough one, eh?" The plumber wipes his gloves off on his overalls with a sigh. "But I know you'll get-a through it. You always have, and you-a always will."

"I'm rootin' for ya! And so is every other Mario! When life gets you down, just-a remember that! Wahoo!"

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@thebananwithaplan asked;; 🗹 One for King?

Mister Banana I am sorry to inform you that the main reason King likes you so much is because you are A Plant. Of sorts. To Him. That was the only reason He didn't try and kill you when you first spoke to Him. I think this is definitely the most hilarious reason why He gave you favor.

[peach-cant-sleep]

___

fucking tee hee or something. Lore for a treat.

[peach-cant-sleep]

@rothotnikz asked;; 🗹 gimme one for all of em bitch

For King;; If King spends too much time in direct sunlight, He starts sprouting. Depending on the time of year, He could sprout mushrooms, flowers, moss, or even clover. He does NOT like for anyone to see that though so if it happens He plucks them quickly.

(MX probably also hasn't seen it since King is always in the dark part of the forest.)

For Lucas;; When he's not being tormented he uses smashed brick pieces he kept in his pocket to build things like Legos. He can never do anything big because he has to break it again to shove back in his pockets but he loves to make things.

For Peach;; nick my love this is SO hard you already almost know EVERYTHING ABOUT MY PEACH but!!!! uhh she's EXCEPTIONAL at mazes. The hedge maze at the castle was changed around regularly when she was younger to keep her entertained so now she has almost a sixth sense for them. It helps that castles in Mario games are often puzzles.

For Luigi;; This man is a MENACE at DDR. Or really any dancing game. He will BUST IT DOWN the moment he's put on the dance floor virtually. But anywhere else? Oh he is hopeless. He desperately needs instructions.

For Mario;; Mario is SUCH a foodie. Him and his brother both, Luigi preferring to try more exotic foods, but Mario? He wants to eat only the best Italian Cuisine. He eats Spaghetti for dinner almost every night using his grandmother's recipe. It's delicious! But Luigi is SOOOO sick of it since he makes it. Every. Night.

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