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yourdailymariogif · 8 hours
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Your daily Mario gif.
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cheeseeatersstuff · 8 months
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I'M SO SORRY, LUIGI
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yanngurt · 8 months
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THE SILLIES
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fanfics-and-bullshit · 10 months
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Mario: Do you have any dating advice?
Luigi, who has Bowser, Princess Daisy, King Boo, Prince Peasley, and the entirety of tumblr and the media in love with him: Why are you asking me??
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jell-o101 · 3 months
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"to become king of all worlds"
wow plot twist
That clown stole the heart of chaos to enter a polyamorous relationship
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Bold of you to assume they’ll let him in.
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huneycitrus · 2 months
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ignore the fact this is posted at a god awful time but i wanted to finish this badly
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lumivee · 9 months
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The Mario series is still number one in my heart. As is Luigi. I love him. The little green dude is Prince Peasley my fav obscure Mario RPG dude. For anyone who actually knows the RPGs, they’re in Mushrise Park and Wakeport because I at one point was writing a fic set there.
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masterofdimentions · 1 year
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peasley!
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istadris · 1 year
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Luigis’ kicked puppy demeanour enchants me…. there’s just something about the way his eyes glitter when he cries that’s too cute. No wonder villains are possessing/controlling/kidnapping him every other day.
idk what that says about me but it’s just something I’d like to get off my chest. 🤷🏻‍♀️
HGNNNNN I FEEL YOU SO MUCH ANON !!
I want to hold him gently in my hands and feed him his favourite food just to see his eyes light up and have him make his little moustache smile.
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I also want to shake him like a dog toy and make him curl on himself with that look of fear and confusion.
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He makes such cute little noises and faces when he's scared and vulnerable, he's baby, he's submissive and breedable, he's adorable, I want to bully him without any mercy.
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In fact I want everyone to bully him or coddle him in their own ways.
I want Bowser to toy with him like he does with the moustache in the movie and chew him.
I want Peasley to sweep him off his feet with a dazzling smile and a pretty flower.
I want King Boo to invade his personal space with a horrifying grin and make him squeal in fright.
I want Peach to give him one innocent little peck on the cheek on purpose to make him blush and fluster.
I want DK to give him a big ass noogie and call him a nerd.
I want Mario to hold him and mercilessly tickle him until he's crying with laughter.
I want Daisy to pick him up like he's weighting nothing and call him sweetie and make his heart go bim babadimbadaboumboumboum
I want Dimentio to play twisted mind games with him until he's losing his mind.
I WANT TO MAKE HIM EVERYONE'S BITCH BUT ALSO THE PRECIOUS DARLING BABY GIRL OF THE ENTIRE MARIO VERSE
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kelpermoosee · 11 months
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Show the first drawing to somebody who hasn’t played Super Paper Mario and then tell them the horrible implications :)
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yourdailymariogif · 20 days
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Your (third) daily Mario gif.
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patriciakirana · 10 months
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"BeanBean Kingdom's Most Precious Yellow Roses"
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cheeseeatersstuff · 8 months
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if Peasley had catch Luigi in that moment
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I love them :⁠')
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peaches2217 · 6 months
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It's not unusual for Peasley to host extravagant parties. He's a people person, a Bean's Bean, and a skilled politician to boot. Parties are as much an excuse to mingle and have fun as they are an opportunity to strengthen bonds with nobles and the common people alike. Admittedly, Luigi's fascinated by his methodical approach to an activity typically considered gratuitous. It's a lot like Peasley himself: at first glance garish and full of himself, but shockingly thoughtful beneath the surface.
Some months into their courtship, Peasley invites him to his latest party at the capitol. In a first, it's a themed party; all guests are encouraged to dress in the fashions of the Metro Kingdom.
"I've always found it so charming," Peasley reasons, "all the colorful suits and elegant dresses!" And Luigi can't help but agree; from what Mario has described to him, a classy evening in the heart of the Metro Kingdom looks a lot like a high school prom in Brooklyn. (Or so they would presume. They didn't go to their senior prom. Long story.)
With no shortage of encouragement from his brother, Luigi gets himself a veridian suit, spends the day prior to the event in total isolation so he's got enough energy to survive the night, and then charges in head-first.
Peasley greets him outside of the hall where the excitement is being contained, and phew, he looks good. His gold hair is tied back for once, a thin braid running through it just above where his left ear would be if he actually had ears, and he's wearing a white suit that's equal parts tacky and enchanting, his rapier fastened to his right hip as usual. Luigi feels kinda woozy just looking at him.
He clings to Peasley's arm (or at least makes his best attempt to, being nearly a full foot taller than him) as he's led into the thick of the gathering. He expects Peasley to acquaint him with a few people, make sure he's comfortable enough to hold his own, and then split for short bursts of time to tend to his own royal matters.
Except he doesn't. Not once, not the entire night.
He proudly shows Luigi off to what must be every last guest in attendance, sparing no opportunity to divulge great detail about his heroic exploits (they mostly involve ghosts, because everyone already knows about the Cackletta incident), his great works of philanthropy (helping Toads repair pipes, fix roofs, and other assorted physical tasks in his free time), his unparalleled ability to coax life from unassuming seeds, filling entire gardens with color and cheer (he has successfully grown one (1) rose in his entire life, and he only managed because Peasley walked him through every step of the process).
Just listening — heck, just watching, seeing how proud Peasley looks to have Luigi on his arm, how he lights up at every chance to talk about him, how his name passes his lips with such reverence  — you'd think Luigi was the Crown Prince and Peasley was his unassuming date.
When he's not waxing lyrical about Luigi, he's feeding him tiny squares of cake (raspberry vanilla — his favorite!) or pouring another serving of punch into a champagne glass for him (coconut cream — also his favorite! That's lucky!); if he's not doing that, then he's pulling him into the middle of the room and sweeping him into graceful waltzes, the sort Luigi can only keep up with because 1) waltzes are all-in-all simple and predictable and 2.) Peach was insistent on teaching him the ins and outs of ballroom dancing just last week. All eyes are on them, and yeah, it's pretty overwhelming, but Peasley's just so happy that it's easy to get lost in the music with him.
But Luigi can only handle so much social interaction, and as soon as he starts focusing too hard on his hands and clicking his tongue in the back of his throat over and over, Peasley whisks him away to a private balcony for some fresh air.
"So?" he asks as Luigi decompresses from all the socialization. "Have you enjoyed your evening, my dear?"
Now that he's not surrounded by so much stimuli, Luigi can honestly say that yeah, he has! In spite of being the center of attention for most of it, he's never been able to enjoy himself at a party so much as he's enjoyed himself tonight. And now that he's away from it all, now that the music and the laughter are muffled someplace behind them and they're finally alone in the gentle night breeze, he's able to appreciate that in full.
And he's also able to think a little more clearly. This whole thing seems... off. Not unpleasantly so, but there's something going on, something beyond the straightforward premise presented to him initially. Why did Mario seem so eager for him to come to this gathering, when normally he would encourage Luigi to weigh the pros and cons of attending such a stamina-draining event? Why did Peach seem so eager to teach him all of the dances that he coincidentally found himself in tonight when she's normally so respectful of his need for personal space?
And why does Peasley seem so eager to hear more affirmations, smiling that I'm-so-terribly-pleased-with-myself smile and staring him down proudly as if he's just claimed some great victory?
"...Okay," Luigi finally chances, "what are you not telling me?"
Peasley, all but vibrating with excitement, finally spills everything.
In one of his letters, Luigi spoke of an old emotional wound from the world in which he was raised: he once tried asking a boy to his senior prom. This boy was a good friend, and he knew about Luigi's sexuality, so Luigi had foolishly assumed it was a risk worth taking. Even if he rejected his advances, there would be no hard feelings. Right?
Wrong. Very, very wrong. The friend was mortified to learn that Luigi had a crush on him. He proceeded to subject Luigi to an onslaught of insults and beration, in the middle of a busy hallway for everyone to hear, and by the end of it Luigi had lost both a friend and what little sense of self-worth he possessed.
By the following school day, the ex-friend had two fewer teeth, Mario had been both suspended and grounded for it, and Luigi had accepted he'd probably be alone for the rest of his life. The brothers spent the night of their senior prom playing video games together.
And hearing this tale, Peasley had been crushed. To be given something so sacred as this perfect human's heart and react with such vitriol! To fill him with such sorrow that he would be denied access to a pivotal coming-of-age ritual (which is absolutely what he believes this "prom" ordeal is)!
And that's why everyone was asked to wear fashions from or styled after the Metro Kingdom tonight. In speaking with Mario behind Luigi's back, Peasley learned that this "prom" ritual was much like a party, and that the clothing worn for the occasion greatly resembled Metro fashion. With that, Peasley set out to correct that ancient heartache.
This is Prom 2.0. This entire party is for Luigi.
And hearing it, Luigi is almost embarrassed he didn't figure that out sooner. The simple but intimate dances, the earnest flattery, the snacks and drinks in his favorite flavors — this was never one of Peasley's standard parties. This was one giant, carefully crafted, probably very expensive love letter from a prince to a plumber.
"But... but that was years ago!" Luigi eventually manages to stammer. He hardly even recalls telling that story in the first place. He never imagined it would have such an impact.
"That doesn't make it alright." Peasley palms at the handle of his rapier, dark eyes shining brightly in the moonlight. "My goal is to one day seek out the portal between our worlds so that I may deliver swift, karmic justice to he who so terribly wronged you! But until that day comes... I do hope this makes up for it."
Luigi realizes, not for the first time overall but for the first time with mind-numbing certainty, that he wants to marry this man.
Neither of them return to the party. They remain together beneath the moon, laughing and sighing and sharing dizzy words of love. Hey, it’s Luigi’s party, and he can play hooky if he wants to.
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Luigi, the most wanted man in all the lands
Luigi, kissing Bowser: I love you
Bowser, turning to the crowd: HA! SUCK ON THAT!!!
Daisy in the bushes: You got to be kidding me!
King Boo: Bowser got with him?
Prince Peasley: Him? You chose him, when I’m right here?
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jell-o101 · 1 year
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I said what I said
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