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elitadream · 1 hour
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Dude what, you posted more art and I had to go to your profile to see it??? I'd never have caught it otherwise
Aw man. Other people have told me that my stuff didn't show on their feed either and I have no idea what causes this issue. 🥲 I know for a fact that I'm not shadow-banned because I can comment and reblog people's posts, but I did notice quite a difference in my motifs lately. It may just be the algorithm messing with me. ><
But that's okay!! I really appreciate everyone who has shown support and offered to help. 🫂 As long as I can still interact with my friends and mutuals, it's really not that big a deal. :3 💫
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elitadream · 17 hours
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Oh that was sweeeet... 🥹💞
I was honored to discover that the piece I made for "Un Fiore Per Te" was in part what inspired you to write this! I love the introspection you gave Peach in your story. Her reflection on Mario's embrace, his warmth, his protective hold - as well as her own feelings towards him - was beautifully written and I really enjoyed their brief interaction afterwards! Mario allowing himself to be vulnerable around her is everything to me, and Peach in turn being nurturing and protective towards him is one of my favorite headcanons. 😭👌
Thank you for this lovely oneshot! ^-^
Dying Stars
Characters: Mario, Peach Genre/themes: Hurt/comfort, mild angst, mild fluff, pre-relationship Also posted on AO3
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It was minutes – no, seconds – after Peach’s Castle had been returned to its rightful place, a dazed Bowser had been escorted away by the guards, and they had finally been given a moment’s peace amid the chaos, that Mario’s knees gave way and hit the tiled floor of the castle foyer with enough force to bruise.
It was not her own nagging exhaustion that prompted Peach’s knees to drop her down beside him.
Her heart had yet to settle back into a normal pace, and she was still reeling with the afterimages of watching the universe die around her, her ears still hearing the squeals of a thousand innocent star children throwing themselves into the heart of a black hole. The Lumas’ sacrifice would never be forgotten. They had acted with unimaginable bravery – but did it really count as a sacrifice when they had no choice? If they hadn’t acted, then there probably wouldn’t even be a cosmos for them to live in now.
She had a feeling that despite her bone-aching weariness, it would be another few days before she could rest easy. Those screams weren’t going to leave her head anytime soon, and nor was the existential dread of knowing that they’d come within inches of losing literally everything.
She desperately needed something to focus on other than her own whirlwind emotions, but she would have dropped to her knees beside Mario even if that wasn’t the case. He had been through hell, travelling to more planets and galaxies than either of them had known existed just to save her.And at the very end, he’d been forced to watch, finally helpless, while the black hole greedily sucked up the crumbling matter of space. Peach had caught a glimpse of his face in those terrifying moments, and had seen utter horror reflected there, followed by weary resignation, then rebellion.
It had been hard to focus on anything at the time, but now – sifting through the memories – she vaguely remembered him pulling her into his arms, as if he could protect her from the supernova with his strength alone.
Everything; he did everything he could for her. Even when it meant nothing. Even when he knew they were both doomed.
The faint memory of his embrace was coloured with a trickle of regret, because he had never held her like that before – it was normally Peach who initiated hugs and they were never quite that snug – and she hadn’t even been in a state of mind to fully appreciate it.
She could remember how it felt, though, her body clinging to the sensations even if her mind forgot. Mario was always strangely warm, as though a fire burned inside him stronger than anything that could be conjured from Bowser’s jaws. But on this occasion, she had literally felt heat radiating from beneath his overalls. Seeping into her bones.
He hadn’t been capable of feeling embarrassed at the time, so it definitely hadn’t been a flush she’d felt. It was more like the fire inside him had risen up to keep her safe. A rightful fury directed at Bowser, the black hole, the shattered universe, everything that was trying to pull them apart in that moment. A last-ditch effort to save her from the inevitable.
At least, that’s how Peach liked to think of it. Maybe she was letting her overactive imagination get the better of her. Maybe he had wrapped his arms around her out of pure reflex, or in an attempt to anchor himself. Maybe the heat coming from him had been caused by fear or stress or even fever. Maybe that’s all there was to it.
She suspected, however, that a few people might think otherwise. Toadsworth had listened to her lovesick ramblings about the man on at least five occasions, and he’d always been of the opinion that her… pining wasn’t unrequited.
Peach had not liked his use of the word “pining” at the time, but in the days following their conversation, she had been forced to acknowledge that it was an apt description.
She wasn’t quite ready to confront these feelings head-on. It would take more courage than she currently possessed. But then again, Mario had just journeyed across the universe to save her, so maybe he deserved her best efforts.
Another day. Not now, when they were both worn and mentally bruised beyond belief.
Her knees were already beginning to feel the impact with the hard floor when she wrapped her arms around the hunched, slightly trembling man, hoping that her body provided him with at least some of the protective warmth he had given her earlier. His initial reaction to the hug was a slight flinch, causing her to jolt and draw back instinctively, thinking that he felt too vulnerable to be touched right now, but it was with an expression of desperation that he pulled her back, too hurt to be embarrassed.
Peach was easily tall enough to rest her chin on top of his head, and she hoped that he wouldn’t mind when she did exactly that. Her hands stroked up and down his back, passing over rips in the fabric and a rough, dry patch of something that she worried might be dried blood. If she found out he was actually injured, she would immediately drag him to the medical bay. She cautiously quested her fingers over that spot, pressing down gently, wincing in anticipation, but Mario didn’t show any signs of pain.
Deciding that asking him about the bloodstain could wait a little longer, she relaxed into the hug and continued to rub his back.
The faint trembling that had shaken his form when they started was now gradually lessening. Before, she had felt him holding himself up. The silly man hadn’t wanted to make her take his weight, despite being on the verge of collapse. Now, though – either because he was finally relaxing or because he simply couldn’t stay upright any longer – he began to sink into her arms.
Peach had never really considered her own strength. Those who complimented her strength were invariably referring to the emotional kind, praising her devotion to the kingdom, her kindness and her love for helping others. Rarely did anyone mention her physical prowess, and although she exercised through sports and walking, she didn’t think of herself as being strong.
Mario was surprisingly heavy for someone of his size. Dense, like a boulder. But she didn’t feel encumbered, even when he gave up fighting and slumped tiredly against her. Smiling a little, she lifted one hand and removed the scratched, dirty, slightly singed cap from his head. Keeping it in her grasp, she gently nuzzled his soft brown hair, kept in fairly good condition thanks to his cap.
She wondered if he was beginning to fall asleep. She wouldn’t mind one bit, although she had no delusions about picking him up bridal style and carrying him away. Most likely, she would either have to call for help or remain kneeling on the hard, cold floor with him until she found the heart to wake him up.
Face against her shoulder, he mumbled something low and tired.
“Hmm?” She pressed a kiss to his hair. “What is it?”
“...Grazie…” he said.
“Oh.” She smiled; she wasn’t fluent in his native language but had heard enough to recognise that word. “Mario, you don’t have to thank me. You’ve been through so much. In fact… I’d like for you to stay here in the castle tonight.”
“Oh, I couldn’t…”
“I want you to. We have plenty of guest bedrooms and the Toads will bring you any food you’d like. I want to make sure that you’re OK before you go anywhere.”
He responded with something too muffled to be heard as anything other than a hum. She didn’t know what he’d said, but decided against asking him to repeat it. He was so tired. Come to think of it, so was she.
“And, Mario,” she said to him, “I want you to come to me if you need help, or… if you need to talk, OK? We’ve just seen something absolutely unbelievable. Something completely terrifying, and… I think it’s going to take us both a while to get over it.”
She knew he wasn’t capable of absorbing most of her speech right now, and she would no doubt have to repeat all of this another time, but she just wanted to speak. Every time she permitted a lull in the conversation, her ears filled with the Lumas’ cries and the roaring of the black hole.
“I…” Mario had to draw a deep breath before he could continue. “I would like to sleep… for a while. If that is OK.”
“Of course it is. Come on, let me help you to the guest room. I’m sure that we have some pyjamas you can wear.”
He looked down at his damaged clothes in a vague sort of way.
With her help, he managed to drag himself to his feet and walk to the guest room. A large four-poster bed with freshly washed sheets awaited him. She sat him on the edge and tried to keep him awake while she searched the closet and nightstand for the spare pyjamas, but by the time she found them, he had already passed out fully dressed on top of the blankets.
Even in sleep, he didn’t look entirely relaxed. His face twitched with the echoes of dreams, and his singed, torn overalls stood out like a sore thumb.
But she decided against waking him up. The most important thing, right now, was for him to get some rest. Everything else that she wanted to shower him with – food, a bath, clean clothes, (praise, affection) – could wait until later.
However, she did allow herself a few moments to watch him fondly before she left the room. Once he was no longer in sight, the weight of the last few hours came crashing down so hard that it took all of her willpower not to sit down with her back against the door and sleep. Harnessing the last of her strength, she kept walking until she reached her own bedroom. Trusting the Toads not to disturb her unless necessary, she took a leaf out of Mario’s book and collapsed on her four-poster without changing.
She and Mario had almost watched the universe die today. If not for the Lumas, they wouldn’t even exist right now. It’s really quite hard to wrap your head around that sort of thing.
That being said… they did exist. They had survived, and so had their world. She was doubly appreciative of everything now… especially Mario.
He needed care, and she needed something to care for. He might not think he deserved special treatment or that Peach should be giving it to him personally, but she was resolute. He had done so much to save her. The least she could do in return for his bravery was ease his weariness and pain.
Thinking about looking after him brought a little smile to her face, and she finally allowed herself to sink into a slumber that, all things considered, turned out to be surprisingly restful.
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elitadream · 22 hours
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Hello! Love your work! Could you help me with something? My friend has been following you and one day she can’t see your page or your posts anymore, even when she searched your page it can’t find you. Did you maybe block her by accident or did something happen?
Oh! I might have! 😦 And if I did I truly apologize; there have been days where I was bombarded with bots and went on a blocking spree in an attempt to get rid of some of them. 💀 If you have her account name, you can send it to me in the comments or via DMs and I should be able to fix the problem right away! :3
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elitadream · 1 day
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Damn your Mario's attractive. Idk how else to say this, but he feels like a grown man rather than a mascot. There's just something about him that perfectly captures that vibe. After seeing so many versions where he looks like a plushie, I gotta say yours is very refreshing to look at and it's got me crushing hard lol.
I appreciate the sentiment Anon, thank you! 🫶 Sometimes I worry that my take strays a bit much from his canon self (which, as we know, is very childlike and bubbly), but it's always quite reassuring for me to see that people enjoy the way I portray him. 🤗
Being reminded that Mario is an actual man and not just a gaming icon was the very thing that kickstarted my hyperfixation, actually! That was the realization that singlehandedly brought to life the emotional depth and inner richness I later developed for him, and I couldn't imagine him any differently in my art now. 🥺 As for his sturdiness and added muscle mass, I have talked at length about his strength and my personal headcanons surrounding his physical capabilities before, but- I have to admit that it's also a guilty pleasure of mine. xD 🤭
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elitadream · 1 day
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The details.
The. DETAILS!!
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Mario's normally the last one to stress about visitors. But there are exceptions.
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elitadream · 2 days
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Speaking of Peach using her healing powers, i have this very angsty scenario where Mario is seriously injured and Peach goes to heal him. Even though she knows that doing so will completely drain her of her energy (or worse), she doesn't care. All she wanted is to save the man she loves.
Mario then wakes up completely healed only to find the woman he loves laying next to him pale and motionless...
Poor Mario had to live the rest of his live in guilt (and grief) thinking he's responsible for the princess's death. Idk how he will deal with that 😔
Anon, why. ;-;
( Same brain, actually. 🤝 Among the many concepts I've never publicly shared, I remember I had compiled sketches for a very similar scenario and I almost drew it but couldn't bring myself to actually go along with it, so I've reworked the idea along with my personal lore and changed a major element to integrate it into the bigger/overarching plot of my AU. I won't spoil anything, but- If I ever finish and share said scene, I can tell you that it will be the single most epic thing I've ever posted on this channel. ) ✏️
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elitadream · 2 days
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I think we should consider how Mario has fire powers and since you can use fire to cauterize severe wounds
Peach should teach him how to harness his flames into a way for him to heal himself of minor cuts or muscle pain. It would be really cute <3
Huh. Hadn't thought about that! 👀
His Firebrand being so innate to him and so closely linked to his biological system in my version has sort of made me adopt the headcanon that its effects wouldn't quite register as much to him, if at all. I had figured that his own natural warmth is something that he would be able to feel to an extent, but the properties of which would mostly benefit those around him instead. 🔥
But Peach actually teaching him to control it in a way specifically meant for healing is a really nice thought! 🥰 I could very well see this actually happening with these two.^^ Yet another very good reason for them to spend more time together. ;3 💕
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elitadream · 2 days
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Hypothetical time :D
If Bowser DID get Peach's magic (first of all, would he have to kill her to get it or just extract it somehow?), what would he do? Does he have a specific plan or has he not thought that far ahead? How would the Bros react to that situation?
He doesn't know how to obtain it yet. It's basically the only thing ensuring Peach's (relative) safety for now: the fact that if she dies, her magic will die with her, thus making her a very precious target and one that Bowser doesn't want to risk hurting too badly.
However, he won't hesitate one bit in forcibly taking it away from her if he can, even though he knows that this will most certainly kill her. He doesn't care whether she lives or perishes. All he wants is her power, so that he may have complete and utter dominion over his enemies.
But here's the tricky part: the bros don't actually know about that. Or, well- if they have a vague idea or what Bowser is after, they don't know how high the stakes really are. 🙇‍♀️ The notion that the princess' life is in grave peril is being kept from them by Peach herself, because she doesn't want them to worry and protect her even more than they already do. 🥺
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elitadream · 2 days
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Lately I've been thinking about Peach's healing power again; only this time, I wanted to draw it in a pleasant context rather than a dramatic or bittersweet one! The idea that her soothing magic can not only alleviate others' pain but also make them relaxed to the point of inducing sleep is one that I really like, and I couldn't resist using this element for a bit of fluff. 🤭💖
(Based on the original concept by @drones-of-innocence and inspired from @peaches2217's lovely headcanons 🙏)
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elitadream · 2 days
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So um. I'm gonna be the one little weirdo to ask if Peach can like... in theory, of course, literally kill someone with kindness. I'm thinking something like what the Forest God in Princess Mononoke can do, where if someone is clinging to life out of hatred, anger or the such, she's the one able to help them let go and rest in peace.
Or, you know. Even just what would be the magical equivalent of euthanasia, like. Just put someone to sleep. Forever.
To answer your question: yes. She very much could. 🫣🎇
Now, Peach would never, of course; unless it was absolutely necessary for the survival of the whole kingdom or straight up requested of her as a gesture of mercy. But there's a reason why Bowser wants her power so badly, and it's precisely because it can be as deadly as it is beneficial. Peach's magic acts like an extension of her aura; bringing light, softness and comfort around her. It's a bit like a visible manifestation of all that makes her, well- her. So one can only imagine what it would look like if a malignant being harnessed it... 💥
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elitadream · 3 days
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Your Peach is gorgeous. No wonder Mario is in love with her!
Awww you know as well as I do that Mario loves her for her heart and spirit first and foremost! 🤲💗 What stole his breath away was not her appearance, but her kindness and altruism.
...Although- he does also find her extremely beautiful, yes. ^-^
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elitadream · 3 days
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If you don’t mind me asking, how deep does Peach’s healing ability go? Can she heal all injuries or are there limits to her healing depending on severity of it?
Does it affect her physically? The more she heals does it leave her drained? Fatigued?
I don't mind at all! 🤗 This is a very good question actually!
The thing is, in my AU, nobody really knows what the true extent of her power really is. Neither Toadsworth, nor Bowser, nor Peach herself has a clear and definite idea of its full magnitude. Her abilities are said (and have been proven to be) more potent than any known power-up and can go well outside of healing bounds, but... Whether there is a limit to those or not is anyone's guess. 🫢
Regarding the use of said power: it can indeed be very draining for Peach depending on the amount and intensity required. The downside would be as much mental as physical, resulting in various symptoms such as faintness, loss of equilibrium, disorientation, migraine and chest pain. Technically speaking, she could likely heal any injury ranging from a mere scratch to a ghastly wound, but the more energy needed, the heavier toll it will take on her wellbeing everytime. ❤️‍🩹
Since her magic is directly linked to her lifeforce, it is suspected that using too much of it at once could cause irreversible damage to her psyche and potentially even be fatal, hence why Toadsworth would be vehemently opposed to her using it under most circumstances. 😔
But here? For something as simple and benign as muscle soreness? And in a context where only a tiny parcel of it would be enough and applying it would be as easy and weightless as breathing? There would be no risk or danger whatsoever. :3 ✨
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elitadream · 3 days
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YOUR LATEST PIECE IS SO SWEET AUUUUGHH!!!!!
Thank you for the food 😭😭
My pleasure! 🤭
The last time I posted Mareach fanart was for Valentine's Day. Over a month ago. Not saying this was overdue, but... It was overdue. xD 💕
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elitadream · 3 days
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I like to imagine Mario tries to hide any smaller injuries from Peach because he doesn't want to bother her with things he can just get over himself. Meanwhile Luigi (along with co-conspirators like Toadsworth, Toad and Daisy) will immediately snitch on him to Peach any chance they get because they know she wants to help him and he loves getting help from her. Every once in a while they "just so happen to discuss" something a little too loud where they know Peach can overhear, so it doesn't get too obvious what they're doing. Sometimes they just tell her straight out.
Oh they would. 😏👌
And this is precisely what happened there too! Peach saying that she's heard about Mario's mild injury says a lot (thanks Luigi!). x3
Her healing wouldn't only occur in dire or grim scenarios. Often times, it would happen in calm and soft moments when everything feels warm and cozy, and such occasions would always be enjoyed equally by the princess and her sweet friend. 😌💞
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elitadream · 3 days
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Lately I've been thinking about Peach's healing power again; only this time, I wanted to draw it in a pleasant context rather than a dramatic or bittersweet one! The idea that her soothing magic can not only alleviate others' pain but also make them relaxed to the point of inducing sleep is one that I really like, and I couldn't resist using this element for a bit of fluff. 🤭💖
(Based on the original concept by @drones-of-innocence and inspired from @peaches2217's lovely headcanons 🙏)
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elitadream · 3 days
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Different anon here. Don't worry about posting less often Elita! We love you and your art and are always happy to see new concepts from you, but it's important to take time for yourself first. No pressure! We can wait :))
Thank you! ☺️💝 Much appreciated. And, well- The good news is, you guys won't have to wait that much longer. 🤗
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elitadream · 3 days
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Me waiting for your next mareach piece like 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
It has been a while, hasn't it?
Sorry about the recent decrease in fanart posts. Some irl stuff has really gotten in the way of my usual productivity and motivation these past few weeks, and I'm still trying to adjust as we speak. 🙇‍♀️ But I remain as invested in these characters as ever, and even though my current updates may be fewer and farther between, you can be sure that the concepts I've been working on will be shared eventually.
In other words: soon, Anon. ✌️✏️
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