(aka, my gay-ass Mario headcanons, among other Mario-related things) He/Him | 24 | 🏳️⚧️ DNI ⛔: mostly-NSFW accounts; pro-shippers; anti-LGBTQ; TERFs; MAPs; other problematic people of that nature.
Meet the Mun! (And other intro details about this blog-)
Hey!! So, I figured it wouldn't hurt to make an intro post for yours truly, since you'll be reading/seeing a lot of stuff from me. Plus, I've seen a couple other people do a similar thing, so, there's that too! So, without further ado~
Name: For anonymity's sake, call me Mario.
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 25
Birthday: December 11
Sexuality: panromantic, asexual/demisexual(?)
About the Blog
What can I expect from this blog? A lot of headcanon stuff, plus the occasional Mario-related art/story. We stan Mario and the crew around here. :)
Do you have a schedule? Not really. I try to post at least something every once in a while, whether that be art or writing, but that's not on any particular day. Heck, sometimes I'll post a couple things within a day or two of each other, it kind of depends, tbh.
What other info should we know? Well, I'm a horror junkie, so you may see the occasional post based on that (as an example, I post stuff about MX, a horror version of Mario). Since I am over 18, I may post other NSFW content every so often, but those will be marked appropriately. I'll try my best to mark everything accordingly, so people don't see things they don't want to, but please call me out if I slip on that.
Quick Links:
@SuperGay64 • Pronouns.page (thanks Vee for the idea to make one of these-)
Discord: Mutuals Only, DM me
Character Masterpost
Relationship Dynamics
AO3 (My works, esp. longer ones, will be posted here, as well as here on tumblr.)
My RP blog: @desert-flower
My TADC blog: @the-gay-digital-circus
Bluesky
Content Tags:
it's-a me! - my stuff
it's-a NOT me - reblogs
*Italian intensifies* - ramblings (not related to writings/art)
okie-dokie! - generally SFW stuff
mama mia! - NSFW stuff (mostly sexual content)
lots'a spaghetti - anything involving gore
that's amore - ship stuff
world -1 - spooky stuff (involving MX, King Boo, etc.)
poison mushrooms - angst (this one may change, IDK-)
mk-tv - videos
multiplayer - answering asks or interacting with other people
meowio - anything cat-related
it's-a m̶̯̯̠̘̲̳̠͋̽̀́e̵̻͉̞̳̫̬̿̄̀̐̉́͠~̶͇̝͕̿̈ - my MX fic
super mario GAYlaxy - my Super Mario Galaxy project
press start - tags in progress
Other than that, uh, yeah, that's about it! If there's maybe something I didn't touch on, let me know! But, otherwise, I think that just about covers everything. Hope y'all enjoy seeing stuff from this blog as much as I enjoy making stuff for it!
Peach had done all that she could. She’d spent every waking moment in prayer, petitioning the Star Spirits to protect her kingdom, her people, her loved ones. She’d sent a steady flow of wish power into the heavens to accompany those prayers, in the off-chance even the smallest bit might reach the Mushroom Kingdom. She’d never been one to lay down and die. But what more could she do?
Her life had become little more than waking prayer and tortured sleep and rationing out the single meal she was given each day. At some point, she began to push her untouched food tray back through the feeding slot, as if this act of defiance granted her any real victory, as if denying herself would somehow let her regain agency; by the time hunger forced her to abandon this tactic, she’d already lost too much strength to regain on her own. She had no further trouble rationing, because she couldn’t stomach more than a few nibbles of stale bread and a few sips of water a day. She certainly had no trouble sleeping, because her mind was too exhausted to come up with new nightmares; she began to dream the same beautiful dream, night after night after night. And she prayed more constantly than ever, because her aimless petitions calmed her mind and led her back to the sanctity of sleep.
She'd never been one to lay down and die. How easily that was changing.
Today, she’d said her final prayers. She prayed for a suitable heir to the throne. She prayed that whoever it was would lead the Mushroom Kingdom with love and compassion. She prayed that the next one in line could pick up where she left off, right before her point of failure. All this, she prayed to occur for Toadsworth's sake. He deserved to retire and spend the rest of his life in peace.
Then she turned her intentions to her loved ones. One by one, she called them by name, until she circled back to the very first name she’d uttered.
“Please… let Mario be alive.”
There was more between the lines of her request: that he be loved, that he’d live a long and happy life, that he could one day forgive her for her failure, her cowardice. That somehow, he'd know her very last wish had been for him.
Her prayers were said. Her power was spent. Whatever tears she had left were shed silently, muddied by the grime that coated her cheeks. All that was left to do now was the very thing she'd come to excel at: lie down, close her eyes, and die.
And yet, suddenly, she couldn’t. For once, sleep eluded her. She’d been laying on her cot for what felt like weeks, staring at the cold stone encasing her, with neither the reprieve of darkness nor the company of dreams. She’d never felt so powerless in all her life.
That is, until she gained a visitor.
“How are you feeling?”
She almost didn't hear him. The gentle caress he laid against her cheek was nearly intangible, demanding she concentrate just to feel it. Peach didn't move, fearing he'd go as quickly as he'd arrived.
Still, she found her words, just for him.
"Tired," she sighed wearily."Very, very tired."
Mario chuckled. “I can tell. You’ve really been through the wringer, yeah?”
Leave it to him to make light of the darkness. She lay perfectly still as his laugh echoed in her ears.
"What am I supposed to do now?"
His answer came all too easily.
"Rest," he said. "You've done all you can, Peach. Just rest."
She let his words sit with her a moment, waiting for them to ease the weight in her chest. This was when she was supposed to feel okay, wasn't it?
"Rest… rest… rest."
The more she heard him say it, the less she recognized it as Mario, until she couldn't remember what he sounded like to start with. His words, his presence, failed to comfort her, because she knew deep down that it wasn’t truly his. Deep down, she knew none of this was real.
Had her father done the same in his final hours? As he lay dying, a husk that was once a beloved king, had he imagined Peach’s mother lying beside him, urging him to move on— to forget his uselessness, the tarnish left on his legacy, to join her and rest?
For the first time, Peach felt like she understood him. Their legacies would be one and the same: lead a promising life, watch it spiral, and then succumb to their circumstances. A legacy of failure.
"I'm really nothing more than my father's daughter.” She sniffed, her smile bitter. “Aren’t I?"
"Of course not!" Mario's outburst felt so certain, so resolute, that Peach couldn't tell if he was still speaking, or if she was merely remembering something he’d already said. "Princess, look at you. Even here, stuck in some dingy old prison, you've kept fighting for all of us. And you’re still trying! Even now, when it’s already over!”
A pause, and then:
“It’s okay to let go. No one can fight forever, Princess.”
That wasn’t his voice. Not even a facsimile or misremembrence of it. Mario would never say that.
Peach’s eyes almost opened, and she squeezed them shut before her brain could process the empty space beside her. Mario, her kingdom’s hero, a man who never knew when to quit, would never let her give up. What she'd heard had been her own thoughts, her own voice, threatening to shatter the last line of comfort the Stars had seen fit to give her.
Then again, it wasn't impossible. Maybe it was something he'd say if the situation was hopeless enough. Surely he could recognize when a battle couldn’t be won, that there’s no need to die in agony if you’re going to die anyway.
“No one can fight forever.” He said it in the correct voice this time.
Peach sighed, relaxing once more. Better. That was much better."Will you stay with me, then? Until… until I—"
She didn't dare finish that thought. Instead, she curled in on herself, convinced herself that she was curling into him instead. And as she finally began to doze, she was even able to feel the kiss he pressed to her forehead. It was scratchy and soft, everything she could’ve possibly wanted, and backed with a gentle, reassuring smile.
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