#bowserful

[ghostbustingreen]

RAVIOLI RAVIOLI GIVE ME THE LUIGIOLI.

       RAVIOLI RAVIOLI GIVE ME THE BOWUIGIOLI.

[sternenteile]

★*･ @bowserful.

bowser’s reaction  was not unexpected, that was certain. after all, the privacy and sanctity of his throne room had been destroyed by one star-bound imp, his exaggeratedly joyous face alight brighter than the torches adorning his walls. hands curled ‘round the arm rest didn’t relent, the star spirit not even shrinking back with the king’s bombastic retaliation. most were sure to cower in fear at his tyrannical outbursts, abrasive and commandeering, but this twinkle twinkle little snot was from a world larger than anything bowser could have imagined. he’d seen far worse in his superiors, and they didn’t even need to scream and shout like he did! geno’s willpower was ironclad, nay, stronger than titanium. he didn’t budge, his grin even wider than before.

his reaction, contrary to the usual bowser surely received, was a tiny raspberry. that was it, at first. only then did his tongue retract where it belonged, mouth still spread all goofy from ear-to-ear. now this, this was what he missed, this absolutely hilarious mass of a king. he never ceased to amuse him! never!

❝ aww. it’s okay, i’ll fix that for you. ❞ arms folded and his best imitation, best attempts at the deepest, gruffest voice he could give, treated bowser’s ears. just to add to the effect, geno’s face scrunched as much as it could, filled with acted attitude. ❝ ‘oh, look, it’s geno! my favorite little star! gee whilikers, sparkles, i sure did miss you, you annoying whelp! i totally didn’t cry like a baby after you left, don’t you worry! it was just the allergies!’ ❞

his ridiculously merry expression returned in a flash, hands resting proudly ‘pon hips. that was darn good, and no one was going to tell him otherwise... or, well, yell at him otherwise. there wasn’t going to be any kind of indoor voice given to him after that. granted, this was probably already bowser’s indoor voice, so... yeesh. good thing stars weren’t capable of going deaf, huh?

❝ there we go. that better? ❞ he missed bowser so much.

[cartoonlonk]

@bowserful / @lycanastrophe / @lylxt and @picorihero Hey lets take our muses to didney land/wurld.

[planetsank-archive]

   “OH SHIT, IT’S FUCKIN’ BOOSER!”

[the-smallest-star]

@bowserful

Rain poured down in the Darklands as a storm cracked and rumbled above, James made a mental note not to go near any kind of pipes as big as himself while he trudged over rocks to the only building he could see for miles. 

A towering stone castle that struck him as ‘probably not a good idea’ but it was the only idea he had. He was a slim blond man, his hair and clothes soaked and clinging to him as he made his way to the front door which consisted of a jumper, jeans and worn shoes. In his arms was a little brown haired girl who was bundled into his coat and thankfully dry, but the rain wouldn’t let up.

“Daddy... its cold.” Hannah whined from under the coat, “Aren’t you cold?” “Yeah I am kiddo, but maybe we’ll get lucky and someone will let us wait in the hall or something until the storm passes.” James answered. He didn’t expect too much, after all whoever lived in a place like this might not be too friendly and he fully expected for them to be kicked to the curb. 

But if you didn’t ask you wouldn’t know for sure. So he reached up to the large door-knocker with his free arm and knocked it three times. At this point Hannah was getting restless, so lightly bouncing her in his arms he sung softly while waiting;

“Big tall dragon stomped stomped stomped, big tall dragon laughed laughed laughed. People said he chomped chomped chomped, because he was so vast vast vast.

But big tall dragon was tough tough tough, and with his breath he puffed puffed puffed. The knights weren’t up to snuff snuff snuff, ‘Get off my land’ he huffed huffed huffed.

The knights bright red were done done done, over hills did they run run run. ‘By golly that was fun fun fun’ As big tall dragon won won won.”

[drxwn2life-blog]

birthrightforged,  bowserful and outer-havcn have turned the page

[[✎]] “Oh... Hey there!” He was relieved to see at least he wasn’t the only one left roaming this eerie celestial landscape comprised of bits and pieces of other worlds, For the last few days he hadn’t met a soul aside from occasional spirits soaring through the sky. “I didn’t think there were more of you guys, honestly.” He eyed left to right before asking the first thing that came to his mind. “Look, I don’t exactly understand why I’m here but you wouldn’t have happened to have seen my friends by any chance, have you? Small little fella’s with long pointy ears... If none of you have found any of them, well...” 

“I guess there’s no real point in looking. If anything after what happened, I have no idea why I’m still here.” He sighed to himself. Safe to say, He still hasn’t exactly forgiven himself for losing Mari and Jowee. 

[s1lentsnip3r-a]

@bowserful

          Whisper listened to his monologue, breaths somewhat shallow, though she does her absolute best not to show how nervous she was. Everything considered, looking at every single thing that sat around her, including statues, propaganda, and a very similar likeness to the man she’s grown to detest as much as possible.

          Hearing him scream about how great he was, hearing him enjoy her fear and discomfort, it did not sit well with her. Her hands firmly gripped the Wispon in her hands, though she wasn’t sure if she should shoot him. She wanted to. She wanted to wipe that smug, disgusting smirk off of his face, but she felt like shooting him would cause more problems than it’d solve.

          She was afraid of what would happen if she actually DID hurt him. What would he do? Would he go on some grand crusade, only to terrorize the land in an attempt to fuel his own ego? She couldn’t just let him dote around his strength and assets like some sort of deranged tyrant!

                                                            <<I don’t care.>>

          It’s the smallest response, but the tone behind it is sharper than any blade, and penetrates harder than any bullet. She snarls at him, gripping her wispon tightly. She wants to add more to her statement, but feels that adding more would only derive from the point.

          She didn’t care about his power, she didn’t care about his position of royalty, to her, he was just some awful bully. He didn’t deserve her respect. he didn’t deserve her to bow or kneel to him.

          She might not have said a lot, but it shows how much she does not like him in those three words alone.