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@plumberpower
Welcome to Plumberpower’s pinned post! Written by Aaron~
Carrd - Character information and rules can be found there. Everything you’ll need before following and or interaction! Other Blogs - Links to a post showing just where my attention might be if it isn’t on Mario.
okay i gotta ask because it's a thing i've always done and im so curious to know if im the only one. does anyone else put their icons on cooldown after use?
like... if i used one icon in a post, i can't use that same icon in the next three or so posts because i dont want it to seem like im only using one icon over and over again! it sounds... so much weirder saying it out loud, but i've done this for, like, ever for some reason. and i just gotta know if this is an active thought for other people
and the results are in. a whole bunch of us are weird. good, and genuinely fascinating, to know! wonder why that's hardbaked into the tumblr rper hivemind mindset.
@emptyzone || Ask Continuation
You know? Even for the likes of Jae, who just had a comedic time getting stuck in these sorts of scenarios, it was kind of required to cut her a little bit of slack with this one...
That is the Mario Mario she was talking to.
You know... Super Mario? Jumpman? Mr. Video Game Himself? The Goomba-stompin', mushroom-chompin', mustache man! Saved princesses like it was his day job, has worked every other job under the sun? We've all heard of him. He's kind of a big deal. And he was standing in your home, talking to you. Imagine a big-wig Hollywood star standing in your living room. It'd be a little weird, right?
That's why Mario was used to this situation. Despite the desire to be seen as a regular Joe Schmoe like everyone else, he couldn't quite help it if his name preceded him. Why, that was the entire reason he was making an appearance! Someone wanted to see the Super Mario!
He could see the young lady at his front was a little taken aback by him. So he would be kind and respectful, as he always attempts to be. To show that blood flows through his veins just like you. He's not an alien from Mars, he's just Mar..io!
"Mmn, gotcha! Thank 'ya kindly, miss! I'mma guess Mario just gonna take a little walk around, 'den! And-a... if I may say, who'da thought 'dere'd be such good bit'a sightseein' to do on an island called Emptyzone, y'anno? 'De decor around here is a-fantastico! Everything just'a feels like a big ol' comfy chair!"
He's not just blowing smoke for the sake of being nice, either. This was a lovely little island! Quite quaint, very homey. Take it from the plumber whose home was nothing but a little wooden shack on the outskirts of town with no one but him and his brother living in it. He appreciated the small and charming aesthetic!
"Do 'ya know who's doin' all 'de decoratin'? Mario kinda wanna go and give'em two big a-thumbs up while I'mma here!"
okay i gotta ask because it's a thing i've always done and im so curious to know if im the only one. does anyone else put their icons on cooldown after use?
like... if i used one icon in a post, i can't use that same icon in the next three or so posts because i dont want it to seem like im only using one icon over and over again! it sounds... so much weirder saying it out loud, but i've done this for, like, ever for some reason. and i just gotta know if this is an active thought for other people
"Oh hey, it's you."
Ah, there's the random green trash goblin from that one excursion you met before, Mario. And she's approaching you with that saaame unsettling sneer...
"Remember that badge thingy you were lookin' for?" A singular cough into her fist. "I thiiink I know where it is."
Oh? They'd spent quite a bit of time in Boiler City's apparently vast trash scene; how could she have randomly found it now?
"Uh... when I was in there lookin' for stuff for my collection, I saw somethin' like it in there. Y'know, all dotty n'... badge-y. N' I thought it looked tasty." ...Cough.
...I. Is she saying that she ate it. Because it sure sounds like she's trying to say that she ate it.
"Oh hey, it's-a you!"
Mario wasn't one to forget a face, especially one as... distinct as this one. Pointed edges sharp enough to take out an eye, a particular odor that was so poignant it looped back to being a dull sense in the back of the nose, and... Well, her attitude was actually quite acceptable if you asked him. Last time he was in Boiler City, a guy threw a brick at his head because Mario had, quote, 'bumbly-looking trousers'. He... he still doesn't know what that means.
It was Annie! He never did find that Mush Badge, unfortunately, even with the help of the well-versed local. Life would continue on without it, of course, and there were plenty of badges in the plumber's repertoire to make up for the loss, but should an opportunity to regain that ever-so potent badge of his? Well, he certainly wouldn't turn it down!
"Well a-shoot! Better late than a-never, I'mma always say!" Lucky him! The initial search for the badge was always destined to be a long shot, so to hear that Annie had perhaps found the badge after all? What a hoot! Eyes look on with anticipation behind them, head slightly nodding along to her trailing words. Her... suspicious-sounding words. Her very beating-around-the-bush-sounding words. Her does this mean what I think this means-sounding words.
...Mmn. Yeah. Yeah, he believed it does, in fact, mean what he thinks it means. Looked tasty, huh? Right... That didn't leave much up to the imagination, did it...
"Er... right. I, eh... I see."
Mario Mario would look onward with a sweat bead trickling down his head, but no more unwilling despite it. Hey, let's not forget. He was a plumber first and foremost. It wasn't the most sanitary, but this was far from the first time the concept of retrieving a valuable from a toilet bowl had been presented to him. Though, he's not usually looking for his own stuff down there. And yet? It didn't really make that much of a difference, now did it?
"Well... I'mma thankin' 'ya for tellin' me either way! Heh, if 'ya wanna go back and cash in 'dat previous once-in-a-lifetime offer, I could do some plumbin' at a-your place and'a kill two birds with one stone, as'a 'dey say." ...Though, hm. An idea came to mind, even if it was a little time-sensitive.
"Say, Annie, how long ago was it since 'ya, uh... found ol' Mario's a-Mush Badge? Don'tcha know it, Mario's also a doctor! Top'a his class, y'anno? I bet I could work'a my magic and get it outta 'ya now if it hasn't been too long!"
...Maybe it would've been better if you had just never told him at all, Annie.
it's a cookie, bro, why are you gamer leaning so hard.
The moment he turns his back on her is the moment he makes his final mistake.
The garden shifts as soon as he starts running. Eyes pop open in the middle of flowers, all trained on his every movement. The trees and hearts seem to rip apart, revealing rows of straight white human teeth within. Even the sky finally shifts, turning from blue to a red velvet.
Vines whip out, attempting to grasp at Mario's legs, arms, anything. It's as if the garden itself is trying to stop Mario from leaving as well. Foliage blocks off paths he could take. The rivers turn from flowing water to jam, as if trying to trap them in their slow, deliberate currents. It's so cute that you haven't given up yet. How long until you accept that this is your new home?
It's unclear how long this goes on for. How long Mario's been caught in this endless chase. Eventually, the flora slows down, allowing him to catch his breath...
In a sculpture garden.
Within the garden stands statues of other cookies, all comparable size to the garden's caretaker. Their bodies are posed gracefully, their positioning relaxed. Their faces, however, speak of another emotion entirely.
Fear.
"I believe there's been some miscommunication as to what this situation is." Her voice again. Flat and emotionless, barely concealing the rage underneath. She flutters down in front of Mario, her face concealed in harsh shadows.
"Perhaps that is my fault. I did not explain things adequately... so allow me to speak plainly."
Her wings fan out, allowing Mario to see the second, smaller pair of bat wings they concealed expertly. Her forked tail snakes from underneath her dress. She's beautiful and terrible, all at once.
A true Beast Cookie.
"I brought you here to my Garden, Mario."
"AND YOU WILL NOT BE LEAVING."
Oh... in the flora and the fauna, the earth and the dirt and the stones and the grass... There is a pitiful creak of apathy. Of apology. For what is about to happen.
It all releases with a hairpin trigger. Everything that is, was, had been, or will be, would take a turn for the worse. Paint a ruddy red over the skies of light-filled blues. Clouds looked as though they could fall from the atmosphere and crack the asphalt below. Ah, but alas, such slothful concepts made real couldn't even be bothered to do so. So in the air would they hang lazily...
To move is to proceed, and all that proceeds will inevitably end.
What a wretched fate that would be.
So Mario would move. Spring forth to life with all the promised desolation of action. Vines of living thorn and green, they would not find their mark so easily. He was no supersonic hedgehog or ultra-malleable puffball, but the plumber was anything but a layabout. Acrobatic athleticism flung a red and blue streak to and fro with dexterity to spare!
Those springlock joints would send their wielder forward posthaste, an initial decision electing to merely outrun his tendriled pursuers. It's ground and dirt that spits from heel-dragging boots, an instant ripcord of a turn flinging the escapee instead into a dead sprint alongside the walled-off flower garden, taking a roundabout way back where he came. For you see, that decadent statue of this realm's grand protector? It was now being used as a grandstanding jungle gym.
The etched curves of a long-falling gown would be used as walls to kick between, the cylindrical arms of a fingerless cookie making for baroque handlebars fit for a flip-crazed gymnast. Spin, gain momentum, then release, stone columns of perfect hair being smudged with boot stains as they're climbed like flagpoles. Portions are even chipped, disrupted, and snapped free from the whole piece, sending them plummeting into the wicked weave of vines, doing anything and everything to catch their quarry.
He dives from the statue, clearing any initial barriers of overgrown foliage. He flings himself in a head-first dive for a tree— one that use the limbs of its branches to pull itself apart at the bark, creating a double-lipped maw of saccharine abyss. Please, come closer, plumber! Your face will find itself embedded in its bark, wood forever warped with the abhorant face of terror, misery, and picturesque stagnation~.
The path is abandoned instantly, instead groundpounding to cut off all forward momentum and fall into a patch of darling roses. Their thorns elongate to slice their very own petals, ripping a messy red swath to be opened on the dotted line, all for macabre mouths to scream and howl... Discordant. Mind-splitting. This was getting exhausting...
Legs and arms propel him forward over a thick swamp of jam, the very grass seems to recoil at his hurried flurry of steps. Where was he even running to? The exit had long since been out of sight. The second he arrived, he was already trapped.
Finally, and with finality, a statue garden would be reached. Sweat poured off the brow, yet the hero looked no closer to stopping. He could stop when he's dead. And mouth wouldn't bother moving, it was merely eyes that took in his surroundings with a fine-toothed comb.
Statues with ghastly figures, a foul-tempered cookie that had herded him so deeply into her domain, the act she was putting on from the beginning hardly felt necessary. Her true colors congealed into something more sickly. More bestial.
You say beautiful, but beauty was in the eye of the beholder. And what Mario beheld was no sort or form of the word he knew. Who cared what it looked like? It was controlling, monstrous. Heinous, and deaf to any form of reason. It mimicked that of resplendence and beauty, with poison still residing on bloated lips.
No... he was leaving. And that was that.
No reaction. No response. The time for talking was over. If you meant him harm, he would protect himself. A heavy iron hammer was brandished from the back, and he would attack without fear. Powerful legs could close the gap easily, and a lightning-fast swipe of the mallet would look to knock that kooky cookie right out of the sky.
He's leaving.
He's leaving.
She sees all his talk of 'popping home for a minute' and 'coming right back' for what it is: a transparent attempt to bargain with her. Did you really think she hasn't heard every excuse in the book from cookies who unappreciated her generous gifts? Typical. She's disappointed, disgusted even, but surprised? Not anymore.
Still, he has one more chance to understand the situation he's in before she fully comes undone.
"Ohhh, Mario~!" She laughs, but her voice tightens with every second. "There's no need for you to go through all of that trouble! Plans change all the time, don't they? I'm sure your lovely princess will understand the situation."
Something flashes in her eyes imperceptibly. "All I need you to do for me..."
"Is to stay right in my Garden, exactly where I can see you."
Nails on a chalkboard, loud and grating on the ears. The sudden appearance of something you weren't expecting...
A horror sting, tried and true. There was no point in sugarcoating it.
It takes the plumber aback. He won't lie. His eyes would open wide, any and all pretense of joy falling to the wayside quite rapidly. It'd slough off his face like rotting meat losing its grip on the bone. He had been preparing to turn away and begin steady strides toward the Warp Pipe that led him here, but... the tonal shift fixated him in place. That cookie's tone commanded attention quite well.
The backfoot was assumed, focus now unwavering. The thoughts of the Princess, of his lovely evening somewhere ahead of him. They would have to politely wait. More pressing matters have made themselves known. He'd straighten his cap. His uneven stance would fix itself with the small stomp of the boot...
He would stand tall. "Signora? My apologies, I don't think I ever even got a-your name. But I'mma thankin' 'ya kindly for 'de great afternoon. I think it high time Mario take'a his leave. Your garden has been fantastico, and I'mma hope you have a lovely rest'a your day." Eyes stare. They process. Now he was thinking. Battle sense assessing the situation displayed before him. Not even he could think that it would be so easy.
Her last words... they were posed as a request, but they sounded far more like a command. A threat. Fists grip taut in the leather of gloves. You could see the high-jumper tensing. Body flexing, legs preparing. Even as the body turned round, the decadent warden of this realm was the last thing to leave his sight. He was prepared for any sort of reaction. Would the woman truly attack? He... he didn't know what she was capable of.
All he knew was that he needed to leave. His back would face his hostess, not bothering to wait for any form of reply to his curt farewell. Back to that pipe. He had to get back to that pipe. It wasn't too far of a walk from the outcropping where she and her statue had been positioned. ...But he couldn't quite—
—His eyes were anything but failing, and his memory knew when it was time to show up. ...Funny how that very specific object seemed to be the one thing to move from where it had been seen. The sky was static, the air was stagnant. And eyes tossed themselves over shoulders, boots not missing a step as a greater distance was continually gained.
"...Please, don't make a-'dis harder 'den it needs to be." Polite to a fault, that plumber.
Hmm?
She raises her sleepy little head from her cloud and regards Mario with a bleary, heavy-lidded expression. Her mind's still clouded ever-so-slightly from her slumber, but Mario's hurried tone conveyed the situation well enough. Somebody waiting for him, losing track of time, prior commitments... it all added up to a disturbing conclusion.
"So soon? But you've just gotten here, haven't you?" She slinks up from the cloud to a seated position, an easy smile plastered on her face. "Why, our shadows have barely moved since you arrived! As far as I know, it's only been a scant few minutes."
Mario was right about one thing: time did flow differently in the Garden of Delights, albeit by the whims of its master. Most of the time, its pace as as leisurely as hers -- and that was the case today.
Eternal Sugar Cookie places her hands on her chin, as if she's genuinely pondering Mario's predicament. What to do, what to do... She thinks back over everything Mario's told her, and one statement plays at her mind. Over and over again.
'Dere's-a 'dis princess I know— she'd-a love it here, a-no doubt. She love'a 'da color pink just as'a much as'a you!
"A princess...?" His other half, clearly. She can tell by the tone in his voice, by how much emphasis he places on her concerns and preferences. "I understand completely. It would be tragic for you to have to miss your important date..."
She trails off. Her eyes glisten. The world slows down around them as she presents her solution.
"Unless, of course, we can bring her here instead!"
It's perfect. Absolutely perfect. Damn what the Witches, Elder Faerie Cookie, and those other ancients said, she wasn't corrupted at all! Nope, she still had that same spark in her that brought endless pleasure and joy to cookies long ago!
Mario could enjoy his date.
His other half would experience the same wonder he did when he arrived.
And neither of them would ever, ever have to leave.
He simply won't be able to refuse.
—He could feel his focus sharpening.
It wasn't an egregious difference in demeanor. Nothing exaggerated or overblown. It was simply the shift from one to two. But something changed. Something unmistakably changed. That bright and shining smile of his, it fell for a more subdued expression. An eyebrow quirked itself upward, jovial acceptance subbing itself out for a more fine-tuned feeling. Not... suspicion, but... a notch or two below confusion.
The cookie's words, they weren't quite what he requested, now were they? They instead proposed an alternative, one that would bring the Princess here instead of Mario going to her. And it wasn't jubilant acceptance that the plumber met the idea with. Though, to give credit where credit was due, the concept wasn't discredited without proper consideration. To the chin would a glove be brought, sights flicking upwards in periodic thought.
"I mean... I'mma guessin' 'dat would be okie-dokie. But, eh... I'mma would still 'hafta ask'a 'de Princess if she'd wanna change a-plans all'a sudden-like, y'anno? We were gonna have a nice comfy night in, cookin' up a meal together instead'a lettin' 'da Toads whip up somethin' for us like'a usual! 'Dere whizzes in 'da kitchen, but food tastes all'a 'da better when 'ya makin' yourself with'a someone else 'ya like! Hoo-hoo!"
Ah~, Princess Peach. The very thought of the night ahead of them made shoulders sink with untold comfort and peace. A sigh of tranquility made a soft smile lace across lips, all at the mere thought of her. You could almost see Cupid sitting on his shoulder, throwing in the towel, thinking: why even bother firing the arrow?
But it's a shake of the head that realigns his attention back to the moment at hand. Joy had returned, and a proposal for compromise would be provided.
"So... yeah! Howza'bout Mario pop back home for a jiffy and see what 'da Princess has to say? Then I'mma come back and let'cha know 'da plan! Alright-y?"
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Eternal Sugar Cookie watches Mario closely, her expression remaining fixed as she does so. She resists the temptation to raise a perfectly piped eyebrow at his insistence on activity. She is the Beast of Sloth, after all. That being said, exhausting oneself often resulted in said individual becoming more... pliable. Easier to handle.
Besides, he might as well acclimate to his surroundings.
"Of course~!" She gives him a warm smile. "Have fun, dear. I look forward to hearing all about it once you're back."
She watches him leave, even offers a wave to send him off as he bounds off. For a minute, she holds her expression. Seeing him as genuinely happy as he was, enjoying himself... it reminded her why she did this to begin with. Why she put in all this effort to bring joy to her fellow cookies. Why she hadn't gone like Mystic Flour Cookie. Why she still bothered.
The moment passes.
He's gone. Time to get to work.
She sets down her lyre and flies to the clearing where Mario first arrived. That odd pipe is still there, flowers and vines and all. It served its purpose just perfectly, but now? Now there was no need anymore. Mario was here to stay, for good.
She waved a hand.
The pipe's vines unravel, shrinking back into the ground it was settled in. The flowers disperse. Where the pipe was before was now replaced with a plain patch of grass, with a few blooms to disguise the empty space.
It's not like he'd come looking for it. As far as he knew, he was having so much fun that he completely forgot where the pipe had gone.
Satisfied, Eternal Sugar Cookie takes flight, selecting a cotton candy cloud to rest upon. She curls up and closes her eyes, allowing herself the luxury of a comfortable nap in the midst of paradise around her.
See you soon, Mario.
... ... ... Mario was a good person. A kind soul with a full heart. The right people would argue him a saint, surely.
—But how good was too good? Kind to a fault? Putting trust in that which didn't deserve it? Call it naïveté or hopeless optimism, but viewing the negatives first and allowing them to take hold of the canvas at large just wasn't his default. It wasn't what made him. He lived a life where the standard expectations of possible and impossible were defied daily!
Was it impossible for a seemingly bad situation to turn out good? Surely not! The best of gifts could always come in the strangest of packages!
Unfortunately, such a concept was far from the universal constant. And the opposite could undoubtedly occur. He had been tricked a grand number of times in his life. Obviously, he was hard to keep down; he would always bounce back up. And if he couldn't on his own, that's where good friends like his came in.
...Friends. With all of this pink around every corner, it was rather impossible to keep him from thinking about—
"—Princess a-Peach! Man, 'dere's-a no way Mario let time fly'a by like'a 'dat!" Like saying you were lying down for fifteen more minutes, and suddenly it was three hours later in the day. Already had the plumber run through the groves and dived into the waters, climbed the highest peaks just to see how far he could fall off of them. It felt like he had been dashing about for hours! "I-I'mma had a whole get-together with a-her! H'oh boy, I'mma hopin' it's-a not already too late! It's gotta be..."
...Sights scan upward, searching the pastel air for a sun, or a moon, or any amount of stars to even roughly gauge how much time could have passed during his gallivanting. Yet... everything felt oddly stationary. There was light in the sky, sure. But it all felt rather rooted in place. Take it from him, the man with a freakishly in-tune internal compass. You could blind him, deafen him, spin him around, and toss him twenty thousand leagues under the sea, and he could still tell you which way was north.
Odd. Strange. Made his tummy feel weird. He had done enough physically to fill a small book. Why did it still look like he had just gotten here? Perhaps it's simply... a time difference? He knew some different Subzones in the Mushroom Kingdom had wackadoodle time discrepancies. Maybe time moved slowly here? After all, he wasn't a local, so who was he to say?
Lucky for him, he did know a local. In fact, he knew the main operator of this world, it would seem. Right! It was a dexterous leap into a tuck and tumble. Dive from the rollout and hook fingers on a vine. Slide down its coils, kicking boots off the hardened greenery in order to glide a hand down the intersecting walls of foliage. He had been as high as skyscrapers, but he was traversing it downward like a playground's jungle gym.
Before long, he would find himself trotting up to the same outcropping where both the statue and its muse resided. ...Ah, the cookie was asleep. It felt rude to disturb her, but... this was a rather pressing matter! So, with a clear of the throat, he would make himself known once more.
"Ahem...! Eh, scusi! Hate to interrupt, but I'mma got an urgent matter! 'Dere's-a 'dis princess I know— she'd-a love it here, a-no doubt. She love'a 'da color pink just as'a much as'a you! But 'ya see, we had plans to meet up later in'a 'da evening, and I'mma worried 'dat-a time has'a just flown by! Heh, y'anno what 'dey say about time and'a havin' fun!
"But... I'mma really don't wanna be late, and I can't quite tell how much'a time has'a passed, what with 'de sky not, eh... doin' a whole lotta movin' right a-now, heh-heh. So, yeah! I'mma just need a time check is'a all!"
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Slight Showers || Prompt Send 🌧️ for our muses to get caught in the rain together
You can smell it in the air; the earth, sky, and everything in between bracing itself for the downpour that was yet to come. Striding side-by-side with his big little brother, steps couldn't help but slacken their stride a little bit, arms lacing behind the back of the head as sights scanned upward. Even if such could be said for a lot of things on this planet, the plumber loved a good rainstorm!
He could remember when their mamma would call his name aplenty, trying her best to rein in the rowdier of the twins to come inside before the rain started to fall. Because if he was gonna linger outside in the storm, then he'd better stay out there until the clouds went on their way and he could dry off after, because under no circumstances would she let her floors and rugs be turned into swimming pools! Boy, did that light a fire under the red-brimmed kid's behind!
Ah~, a small sigh of pleasant recollection would loosen, grinning at the funny little scene replaying inside his head. But with the nostalgia, the warning of getting wet would reverberate about the skull even now! Even if the plumber didn't mind getting wet in the slightest, it was best to save the washing machine the effort of cleaning yet another load of waterlogged overalls. It got quite the workout from Mario's pile of work clothes as is!
Behind his short and stout form would gloves reach, prying around for the umbrella the weatherman had told any and all listeners to prep. He would... pat his sides, looking for his... umbrella. Look back at the snack stand the brothers had recently left, wondering if he had set it down? N-No? He looks under his shoe, he lifts his cap and fishes around on the inside, he looks on the insides of his overalls, he—!
...He coughs into his fist, sky-blue eyes shifting over slowly, and only a little guiltily, to the greener of the two.
"Say, Weegie? Mio fratello, my bestest, most beloved brother in'a 'da whole wide world!"
"Do 'ya think 'dere's any free space under your umbrella? I'mma thinkin' I, eh... forgot mine at a-home." Again.
Send in a '🎊' and my muse will take something out of their current / usual inventory and describe it!
example: Mario takes out a Super Mushroom in his inventory and explains that he always keeps one on him to use if he's in a pinch.
"Hrm... Y'anno? I'mma gotta question for 'ya! What does a cowboy say when his a-trusty lasso gets all icy in 'da winter? ...A-deethaw!"
...Well, someone's certainly chuckling to himself at that.
"Get it? Like a-yeehaw? I made a funny!"
❄️ // tosses you (1) little dragon ^^
Sanctuary || Prompt Send ❄️ for our muses to get trapped outside in a blizzard / snowstorm together
He was the growing haze of orange warmth that wavered in the obfuscating white. You could see him as an illusion passing by, a trick of the eyes, senses trying to make heads or tails of something, anything in the sudden whipping blizzard. Visibility was all but dashed out here, after all. It would be a struggle to see nary your fingers stretched out before you. Yet that beacon blazing so prominently cut through the noise. And it was steadily approaching.
Chilling winds, they made long-distance conversations return to nothing but wishes and dreams. But the might of flame, it rose ever so slightly, like it was manifested above one's imaginary head, before streaking back and forth slowly in a controlled and easygoing rainbow's arc. It was... it had to be a signal. A signal conducted from the hand, waving itself back and forth to assure it was seen by its intended target.
Should said target stay, or even approach the defining light, more features of a person would be discernible. The reds of a shirt and cap, bright yellow buttons on deep blue overalls... And a ball of flicking fire fighting to stay alight within the palm of white gloves, all against the fervent chills of this pounding storm.
"Whoof! Thank 'da stars Mario'a found 'ya! I'mma can't see my own two feet out'a here! But lucky me— I'mma heard from some a-Yoshis 'dat 'dere was another dino way far out, and a big ol' heapin' helpin' of a winter storm was about to roll in! We're in the thick of it a-now, but 'dat's-a A-OK! We're gonna get out of it, no problem-o! But, eh... You alright, pal? Mario got some pick-me-ups on'em if 'ya need somethin' t'dethaw with!"
Mario, I apologize for the 'out of left field question', but how frequently are you called a 'short king'?
…It brought a hand to the cheek in thought, he'll give you that much. "But a-Mario's no king," he'd blurt out. He's… old, or. something. Please forgive him.
"Oh, 'ya mean like'a 'da slang 'de kids-es are a-usin'! 'Dere was a little mini Mushroom 'dat called Mario that a few weeks ago, but I'mma didn't really get it all'a too much? So I'mma just laugh and said, 'Hoo-hoo! You a-too!'"
…Stars bless this innocent man's heart.
BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS
a collection of prompts for bad situations that two muses might find themselves in together, ranging from minor inconveniences to life-or-death scenarios. change & alter as needed.
Send 🌧️ for our muses to get caught in the rain together
Send 🪢 for our muses to be handcuffed together without the key
Send 🏆 for our muses to compete against each other in a competition or contest
Send 💡 for our muses to wait out a power outage together
Send ✈️ for our muses to wait for a delayed flight together
Send 🚗 for our muses to get stuck on the side of the road together when the car breaks down
Send 🔒 for our muses to get locked in a closet together
Send 🔑 for our muses to get locked out of the house / car together
Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together
Send 🌳 for our muses to get lost in the woods together Send 🐺 for our muses to face down a wild animal together
Send 😱 for our muses to be forced to face their greatest fears together
Send ⛵ for our muses to be shipwrecked together
Send 🔐 for our muses to be captured / imprisoned together
Send ⚔️ for our muses to be forced into a fight to the death
Send 🧳 for our muses to get stranded in a different country together
Send 🚁 for our muses to go on the run from the law together
Send 🏝️ for our muses to get stranded on a desert island together
Send 🏠 for our muses to get trapped in a haunted house together
Send 🗡️ for our muses to get attacked by a third party
Send ❄️ for our muses to get trapped outside in a blizzard / snowstorm together
Send 🔥 for our muses to be trapped in a burning building together
Send 🚀 for our muses to be stuck in outer space together
Send ✨ for our muses to be stranded on a different planet together
Send 🌐 for our muses to be stranded in a parallel universe together
