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nintendouniverse2023 · 1 year

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Bio: The Toad we all know and love was a very interesting a hyper active adventure, He have been adventuring scene he was a young Toad who craved for adventure who lived in The Mushroom Kingdom in Toad Town with his Sister Toadette. Once got older, He began to go on big adventures across the world as Captain Toad.

He quickly becomes best friends with Mario when He first came to the Mushroom and Joins Peach on a quest. Overtime he counties to join Mario’s quest or Go with an Allie or two.

Toad even has a sister named Toadette, who was proud but yet worried at the same time as from the population but last time in “Mario and Luigi Paper Jam” events. He decided to Bring his sister, only to get caught by Wingo and had to rescue her in the events of “Captain Toad” and later “Super Mario 3D World and Bowsers Fury” on his own to look for Green Stars and Cat Shines.

After that big misunderstanding beating from Mara, things were cool between them. Mara founds Toad a funny and crazy mushroom man who insists on Mario’s adventures. She even got inspired by him as he goes out some adventures on his own as Captain Toad. He even introduced Ala Gold and Bucken Berry to her. Toad would be on part time adventuring helping his friends, and family take down the forces of evil.

Appearance: Like the movie, he has legs, while his vest has some pockets. While on adventure, he carries a backpack with or without his Captain Toad Outfit. When all Toads have the different colors or their polka dots and uniforms so does their tongues.

Age: 24

Height: 4,1 ins

Weight: 80 ibs

Personality: Hyper, Naïve, Determined, Silly, Funny, Protective, Little Greddy and A Bit too crazy.

Favorite Foods: Stir Fry and Brownies

Family: Unknown and Toadette *Younger Sister*

Allies: Princess Peach, Daisy, Princess Rosalina, Mario, Luigi, Mara, Amatory, Gill Koopa, *Sometimes: Wario and Waluigi*, The Toads, Yoshi Clan, Kong Clan, Some of Warios Squad and Yoshi.

Enemies: Bowser and his Empire, Bad Laktuis, King Bob-mom, King Boo and his ghost army, Bowser Jr, The Koopaling’s, King K Rool and his empire

Likes: Adventure, Hanging out with Family and Friends, Cooking, Tavling and Singing *Not a very good one*

Dislikes: Being Left out, Depressed, Losing a loved one, Monsters like Bowser and King K Rool

#nintendo #super mario bros #super mario rebirth show #super mario toad #captain toad #ala gold #buckin berry

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shiyorin · 5 months

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#Princess and the frog? No, it is Reader and the Primarchs frog... I mean 25cm doll :v

#Big E: I should have known dolls worked better than frogs sooner.

#Today's menu: Konrad and Sanguinius.

#Just a romcom story. No one ask but I still do it for funny :v

You tossed fitfully, dreaming strange dreams in the depths of night. When awareness surfaced, you found yourself in a moonlit glade, sparkling with an ethereal glow.

A rustling came from the treeline, and out stepped a being so bizarre you wondered if still dreaming. Clad head to toe in fluttery silks of spun gold, gossamer wings fluttered serenely upon a back too broad for any bird or insect.

"Fear not, mortal!" came an undeniably masculine though lilting voice. "I am your Fairy Godmother, here to aid you in this dark hour."

You stared, speechless. Was this truly Him? "Uh...right. Nice dress?"

The Emperor swooned theatrically. "Why thank you dear! Now, down to business - you seek handsome princes, no?"

"Not particularly-"

"Excellent! For I have just the task." With a blinding flash, many fat toads appeared amid flickering lights. Wait...those bulging eyes seemed awfully familiar...

"Alas, these poor souls were cursed. A kiss from beauty's lips alone can break the spell!" announced Fairy Godmother Emperor.

You eyed the frogs warily. "And what if their infectious diseases jump from mouth to mouth upon such contact?"

Fairy Emperor pouted, wings drooping. "Fear not harm, my dear! True love conquers all impediments. Now, chop chop - kiss them and claim your men!"

With that he shoved you none-too-gently towards the waiting amphibians. You dug in your heels stubbornly. "Absolutely not! I'll catch some plague for certain, kissing frogs willy-nilly."

Unfortunately, the frogs had other ideas. They began hopping toward you, croaking plaintively as only amphibians can. You shrieked and ran, the army of frogs gaining swiftly. Diving into the woods, you dashed wildly as frog gave chase.

Crashing through brambles with amphibious entourage in relentless pursuit, you fled breathlessly until-

You woke with a start, entangled in sweat-soaked sheets. Many pairs of bulging eyes stared down at you, and you realized with dread - the frogs had infiltrated your very dreams! Screaming, you swatted them away, bolting upright just in time to see...

Nothing. Only empty room greeted your wide eyes. It had only been a nightmare after all. You sighed shakily, scrubbing your face rigorously as if to purge all memory of Fairy Emperor's nonsensical demands.

From now, you vowed never to sample strange foods before bedtime again.

Konrad Curze

You returned wearily to your chambers after a long shift, eager to collapse into comforting silks. But stopping short, a glint of silver caught your eye amid folds in bed.

Approaching cautiously, you peeled back layers to reveal a stuffed doll nestled innocently within. It was fashioned to resemble a certain Night Haunter, down to each rasping spike and curl of thread-hair.

Though only 25cm tall, its button eyes seemed eerily familiar, bearing the Primarch's unnerving gleam. You scooped it up suspiciously, turning the toy this way and that.

Who would leave such a thing, and why model it after Konrad Curze of all beings? You wondered if it was some joke, yet detected no hint of tampering. Likely one of the Emperor's strange gifts that simply...appeared sometimes.

Resolving to ponder mysteries later, you shrugged and nestled your new companion. "Well little doll, it's true your original is far from cuddly. But you're rather cute yourself!"

Burying your face in soft felt, you swore you felt tiny muscles tensing as the doll seemed almost...desperate to escape your hold. You paid it no mind, merely tightening your grasp with a contented sigh. Because that was surely impossible!

Observe button eyes pleading silently, On a strange impulse, you pressed a fleeting kiss to the doll's stitched mouth, stilling its squirms.

At once a tremendous plume of dark smoke erupted, swallowing the room in choking fumes. You fell back coughing, but through the haze saw a towering silhouette emerge like a vengeful wraith.

When smoke cleared, a fully formed Konrad Curze stood before you - all ten feet of primal fury barely contained within smoldering armor. Yet his usual scowl seemed almost... bashful? His pale skin flushed to a sallow stain across razor-thin cheeks. And were those dark eyes widening in dread?

He grasped desperately for some semblance of composure, snarling to mask inner turmoil. “Explain yourself, mortal, before I flay you where you stand!”

You gaped, struggling to process this abrupt transformation. “I, uh...kissed your doll?”

Realization dawned in widening dark orbs. “The visions spoke true. I....”

Your mind is reeling. What in the Emperor's name had just occurred?! "My... My Lord... So... you were the toy all along?"

A curt nod, gaze darting fitfully about as if seeking escape. Clearly the Night Haunter wished to be anywhere but here, pressed into vulnerability by his bizarre enchantment's end.

He backed slowly into a shadowed corner, hoping its folds might swallow him whole. Never had Konrad felt so exposed, so embarrassed, and at the hands of a mere mortal, no less!

"The Emperor deemed a...lesson was in order..." His whisper was ragged, commanding. Yet undercurrents of shyness shone through crackling anger and pride. "This humiliation is beyond enduring."

You couldn’t help but smile, endeared by his fluster. But why? You should be scared and terrified when facing a Primarch! But no, you find him... cute? Your taste in men is terrible and you should die for that. You smile wryly "There now, it can't have been that horrible a kiss to transform you so."

A mighty gauntlet shot out to capture your wrist before you could continue your word. Konrad gripped just tightly enough to emphasize his immense strength without harm, glaring daggers through slitted gaze slits.

"You shall tell no soul of this humiliation, mortal," he growled, low and menacing. Yet the effect was ruined somewhat by a pink flush darkening to fuschia across his cheek plates. You merely grinned wider. You know you are playing with fire and would die.

"Oh, I don't know. Your reaction seems payment enough for that." you mused slyly, tapping his knuckles with your free hand. "Maybe another kiss, hmm?"

Thought Konrad surely imagined eviscerating the audacious creature where you stood, lingering embarrassment gave way to begrudging intrigue instead. Leaning down, he brushed your cheek in a facsimile of affection, warmth echoing through plating. Lips brushed softly in the embrace's sheltering shadow, kindling sparks that may blossom yet into something beautiful, unexpected…

Sanguinius

You groaned, rubbing gritty eyes as reports swam blurrily before your. 11 hours straight hammering away in this suffocating medicae vault had pushed even your limit.

"Enough!" you snarled, flinging down your datapad in frustration. The neverending bureaucracy would be the death of them all at this rate. Glaring about at mountains yet unscaled, you longed for sweet oblivion's embrace.

A flash of silvery white caught your weary gaze. On the floor beside your chair lay a small stuffed toy, a perfect miniature Sanguinius in all his golden glory. You blinked slowly, wondering if exhaustion had driven you mad at last.

"Great, Now I'm hallucinating." you muttered, scooping up the 25cm high Primarch doll. Its fabric wings extended invitingly and you couldn't help but nestle it against your cheek with a bone-deep sigh. The toy smelled faintly of plumage and night-blooming blossoms, soothing your frayed nerves.

But as you sagged against the barricade of unfinished records, even hallucinations could not stave off sleep's implacable tide. You curled around the tiny angel and surrendered, visions fading to blankness at long last...

Light caressed your face some untold time later, lingering there as if loath to disturb. You grumbled and would have rolled away, but something held you securely yet gently in place.

Bleary eyes blinked open to confusion. You lay slumped across your desk still, but a soft blanket had been draped protectively over slender form. And those weren't feathers caught in your hair, were they?

You sat up abruptly, dislodging more downy intruders.

"But...how...?" you protested weakly. Only the teasing morning breeze answered through open ceiling panels, rippling records abandoned by your side.

No footprints marred the dust-coated floor, and the door remained bolted fast. You hugged yourself, feathers floating free on invisible currents as mind chased circling mysteries endlessly.

You eyed the tiny doll warily, half convinced you still dreamt amid paperwork piles. Gently poking its downy cheek elicited no response, yet the craftsmanship seemed uncannily lifelike.

"Weird..." you muttered, though found yourself drawn again to those embroidered features so serenely angelic. On a whim, you pressed a featherlight kiss to its head, chuckling at your own folly.

Smoke billowed where the doll had sat, forcing your back with a gasp. Two massive wings materialized amidst swirling mist, great plumes showering silvery motes as they stretched to their full span. Before you coalesced a giant finding you with a patient smile.

"Lord Sanguinius!" You shrieked, recoiling instinctively from this new impossibility. Your hands fumbled panic-stricken for the door behind, scrabbling at locked metal in desperation.

"Your reaction… quite far from what I expected," came his soft voice behind. You froze at the gentle jest, relief warring with confusion and not a little dread.

Wings rustled and a warm presence appeared at your back, blocking escape. "Am I truly so terrifying, mortal?" Sanguinius asked, hurt faint yet unmistakable.

You dared a look over your shoulder into his earnest face. Gods, those earnest faces would be your undoing one day...Cheeks burning, you stammered, "M-my apologies, Angel. You just surprised me, that's all."

His beam could have lit the darkest void. "No harm done. Now, reward my efforts properly. Does a kiss still await?"

Heat scalded your further. Kiss??? But those hopeful eyes would accept no refusal, and truly, he deserved reward...

Slowly turning, you gazed up into sapphire orbs aglow with boundless compassion. Steeling your nerve, you leaned close and touched your lips to his gently.

Feathers as soft as velvet caressed your cheek in answer. When at last you broke away, light-headed and heartsore, Sanguinius grinned triumphantly. "See? No peril nor perilous acts to earn beauty's favor."

#shiyorin's writer #wh40crack #primarch x reader #reader insert #romantic stuff in 40k #lol #actually i don't think it's romantic #warhammer 40k x reader

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mintblancmanche · 1 year

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parts in the mario movie that made me point at the screen

the two toad guards BUCKENBERRY AND ALA GOLD MY BOYS!!!

buzzy beetles whenever they were present

unagi raw as hell moments

swanky kong

baby luigi and baby mario

baby peach also

king bob omb sweep!!

the poster of the ice climbers polar bear

#spoilers

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plasmacrowcodile · 6 months

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Bucky and Golde

I took Blue Toad and Yellow Toad, gave them unique designs, and gave them names based on names they might've been referred to as once. Bucky as to Buckenberry. Golde as to Ala-Gold.

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dumbsplat3predictions · 4 years

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New asymmetric game mode where Mario, Luigi, and the two blue and yellow Toads use FLUDDS to fight a turf war team.

#Splatoon #Splatoon 3 #mario sunshine #mario #Luigi #toad #blue toad #yellow toad #Bucken Berry #Ala Gold #Gameplay Prediction #silly prediction #yes I used the actual toad names sue me #submission

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steven3004 · 8 months

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Super Mario Skyline - Ala Gold and Bucken Berry

I like givin' Toads different outfits 'n personalities, so I thought I might as well do the same fer these fellas. Where as Gold is a dramatic martial artist wannabe, Berry is more of a chill dude.

Sonic Skyline is created by @drawloverlala.

Super Mario Skyline is created by @steven3004

#mario #super mario #mario au #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic au #sonic skyline #toad #blue toad #yellow toad

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nintendork135 · 7 months

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Secondary characters slap!

#toadette #yellow toad #ala gold #yoshi #daisy #princess daisy #rosalina #princess rosalina #bowser jr #nabbit #super mario #the land of illustratia

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marbarmars-arts · 4 months

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Art summary of 2023! My tag is gonna change to marbars2024 after this oooo oooo :)

#marbars2023 #art summary #art summary 2023 #MarleyMarbar #VelvaFircas #fawful #mario #Gold #ala Gold #bucken berry #Smoker Toad #Salem #minty #Minty(mf)#Fawful(mf)#Dimentio #Daisy

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istumpysk · 2 years

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ASOS: Tyrion II (Chapter 12)

The eunuch's apartments were sparse and small, three snug windowless chambers under the north wall.

[...]

He'd searched for hidden passages too, knowing the Spider must have ways of coming and going unseen, but those had proved equally elusive.

We're starting off strong!

+.+.+

Varys closed the door and barred it. "I am plagued with backaches, my lord, and prefer to sleep upon a hard surface."

"I would have taken you for a featherbed man."

Back with some more featherbed metaphors.

+.+.+

He gave an exaggerated shudder. "Your poor nose . . ."

Tyrion rubbed irritably at the scab. "Perhaps I should have a new one made of gold. What sort of nose would you suggest, Varys?

Heh. Get it? Get it?

<- Jaime II

+.+.+

Bloody fools, thought Tyrion. "I seem to recall that Maegor the Cruel's headsman unmade three with his axe."

"Quite true," Varys said. "And the second Aegon fed Grand Maester Gerardys to his dragon."

"Alas, I am quite dragonless.

Once again, I'll be storing this in my brain.

+.+.+

The Conclave met in Oldtown behind closed doors, Tyrion knew; its deliberations were supposedly a secret. So Varys has little birds in the Citadel too.

This too.

+.+.+

the Conclave was on the verge of sending us Maester Gormon, a Tyrell of Highgarden. When I told your lord father, he acted at once."

[...]

"I see. So my father decided to nip the rose before it bloomed." He had to chuckle. "Pycelle is a toad. But better a Lannister toad than a Tyrell toad, no?"

As much as I'd love to rage at this, I have to remember one thing: Tywin gifts us jonsa.

(Rose! Bloomed! Sansa!)

+.+.+

Bronn had turned up all he could on Ser Mandon, but no doubt Varys knew a deal more . . . should he choose to share it. "The man seems to have been quite friendless," Tyrion said carefully.

"Sadly," said Varys, "oh, sadly. You might find some kin if you turned over enough stones back in the Vale, but here . . . Lord Arryn brought him to King's Landing and Robert gave him his white cloak, but neither loved him much, I fear.

If Lord Arryn didn't like Ser Mandon, who convinced him to bring him to court? Who convinced Robert to give him a white cloak?

Oh Varys, you're fun.

+.+.+

Why, even his brothers of the Kingsguard never warmed to him. Ser Barristan was once heard to say that the man had no friend but his sword and no life but duty . . . but you know, I do not think Selmy meant it altogether as praise. Which is queer when you consider it, is it not? Those are the very qualities we seek in our Kingsguard, it could be said—men who live not for themselves, but for their king. By those lights, our brave Ser Mandon was the perfect white knight.

Was Littlefinger in the ear of the king again? That seems to be the story I'm being told.

But is Tyrion getting the message? Lol. No, of course not.

+.+.+

It's even worse than I feared. "And my father? Who does he have spying on me?"

This time the eunuch laughed aloud. "Why, me, my lord."

Tyrion laughed as well. He was not so great a fool as to trust Varys any further than he had to

Wow.

Yeah.

Sure.

+.+.+

"You will bring Shae to me through the walls, hidden from all these eyes. As you have done before."

Varys wrung his hands. "Oh, my lord, nothing would please me more, but . . . King Maegor wanted no rats in his own walls, if you take my meaning. He did require a means of secret egress, should he ever be trapped by his enemies, but that door does not connect with any other passages. I can steal your Shae away from Lady Lollys for a time, to be sure, but I have no way to bring her to your bedchamber without us being seen."

Keep going with this! Let's have some more!

+.+.+

He had watched as a young knight had offered to carry the heavy pail. The way she had touched his arm and smiled for him had tied Tyrion's guts into knots.

It doesn't matter, he told himself as he waited for moonrise. Whatever you wear, you're still a dwarf. You'll never be as tall as that knight on the steps, him with his long straight legs and hard stomach and wide manly shoulders.

Tyrion's jealous streak will be heavily emphasized in this book.

You have to wonder why!

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"I know their reasons. What are yours? The honor of serving beside such paragons as Meryn Trant and Boros Blount?" He gave the boy a mocking grin. "To guard the king's life, you surrender your own. You give up your lands and titles, give up hope of marriage, children . . ."

"House Tyrell continues through my brothers," Ser Loras said. "It is not necessary for a third son to wed, or breed."

"Not necessary, but some find it pleasant. What of love?"

"When the sun has set, no candle can replace it."

"Is that from a song?" Tyrion cocked his head, smiling. "Yes, you are seventeen, I see that now."

Always here for some sun discourse. No, a candle couldn't replace it.

+.+.+

"Varys?" Tyrion slipped inside. "Are you there?" A single candle lit the gloom, spicing the air with the scent of jasmine.

"My lord." A woman sidled into the light; plump, soft, matronly, with a round pink moon of a face and heavy dark curls. Tyrion recoiled. "Is something amiss?" she asked.

Varys, he realized with annoyance. "For one horrid moment I thought you'd brought me Lollys instead of Shae. Where is she?"

"Here, m'lord." She put her hands over his eyes from behind. "Can you guess what I'm wearing?"

[...]

"We need to rid ourselves of Lady Varys first. I am not the sort of dwarf who likes an audience."

"He's gone," Shae said.

Tyrion turned to look. It was true. The eunuch had vanished, skirts and all. The hidden doors are here somewhere, they have to be.

I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.

Varys, disguised as someone else, vanishes from the room through a secret door.

PLEASE.

+.+.+

Tyrion had almost forgotten about Shae's thrice-damned singer. "How is it you spoke to Symon?"

"I told Lady Tanda about him, and she hired him to play for Lollys. The music calms her when the baby starts to kick. Symon says there's to be a dancing bear at the feast, and wines from the Arbor. I've never seen a bear dance."

"They do it worse than I do." It was the singer who concerned him, not the bear.

+.+.+

For a time she said nothing at all. Tyrion tried to speak of other things, but he met a wall of sullen courtesy as icy and unyielding as the Wall he'd once walked in the north. Gods be good, he thought wearily as he watched the candle burn down and begin to gutter, how could I let this happen again, after Tysha? Am I as great a fool as my father thinks?

Gladly would he have given her the promise she wanted, and gladly walked her back to his own bedchamber on his arm to let her dress in the silks and velvets she loved so much. Had the choice been his, she could have sat beside him at Joffrey's wedding feast, and danced with all the bears she liked. But he could not see her hang.

When the candle burned out, Tyrion disentangled himself and lit another.

"When the sun has set, no candle can replace it."

+.+.+

Then he made a round of the walls, tapping on each in turn, searching for the hidden door. Shae sat with her legs drawn up and her arms wrapped around them, watching him. Finally she said, "They're under the bed. The secret steps."

He looked at her, incredulous. "The bed? The bed is solid stone. It weighs half a ton."

"There's a place where Varys pushes, and it floats right up. I asked him how, and he said it was magic."

That's weird, Varys hates magic.

Anyway.

YES.

KEEP GOING.

+.+.+

"It's good to be a knight. No more looking for the cheaper brothels down the street." Bronn grinned. "Now it's Alayaya and Marei in the same featherbed, with Ser Bronn in the middle."

Tyrion had to bite back his annoyance. Bronn had as much right to bed Alayaya as any other man, but still . . . I never touched her, much as I wanted to, but Bronn could not know that. He should have kept his cock out of her.

More jealously.

But why!? Where is this going!?

+.+.+

This is fruitless. "There is a singer who calls himself Symon Silver Tongue," Tyrion said wearily, pushing his guilt aside. "He plays for Lady Tanda's daughter sometimes."

"What of him?"

Kill him, he might have said, but the man had done nothing but sing a few songs. And fill Shae's sweet head with visions of doves and dancing bears. "Find him," he said instead. "Find him before someone else does."

Hm, the Jon vibes are strong with this one.

I'm a bit sad the next POV likes to kill singers, but I'll ignore it.

Final thoughts:

Weeeeee!

26 down, 23 to go. :(

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#operation stumpy re-read #asos #tyrion ii

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